Sarcastic Sweetheart

How to have Faith while being Clumsy

2011-11-29T08:04:00.000-08:00

I have always been clumsy. I remember spilling my milk at the supper table at least once a

week,when I was young, my dad cursed, with my mom getting a T-Towel(handy because she understood,and foreseen the Spillage). Later in life I would just fall down, nothing tripped me, just BAMM!! There I was... down. Then, my luck, I would get married to a great man that lived on a hill! Oh yeah, people, we are North Little Rock cliff dwellers from Arkansas. And when it rains, and all those fallen leaves get wet, it gets interesting. One time it was raining and my husband and I were getting in our vehicle and as he got in,and started up the car, I slid down, just like the movie McClintock!

with all the mud! He couldn't see me, my legs were under the car!!! Oh no, right?! No lie! With the car running, he couldn't hear me hollering. He says that he remembered 'Where did she go?' It so happened that one of my sons seen me go down but he also slid down. That's when my husband knew something was up (or down).

Always wanting to be balanced,wishing just to be normal, but without perfect timing,there's no way on earth. I need to look beyond the clumsiness and not as 'graceful' as others, I tend not to dwell on it,brush off, and go on my merry way.This too shall pass.(the spilling etc,) don't think the affliction was passed to any of my sons, at least I don't think so. So I take one day at a time, and I make sure not to be so upset about it. And also it helps to foresee future falls, always count steps when walking down stairs, pay attention to the 'surface or texture', like wet floors, wet steps. Make sure there is plenty of light where you walk, cause one time I missed a step on my deck and it was dark, here I was with clean pressed uniform(was),big lunch bag,purse,and travel cup with coffee in it. Boom! There I was a'wollerin' on the ground, my dogs in the back yard fenced didn't know what I was since I was in the shadows.
I said, "Shut up,you idiots! It's me.. Moma!",it wasn't their fault they seen a big o blob on the ground all scary looking. Ha, but I didn't

spill my coffee!
But there is one good thing out of being clumsy, when there is ice, and

everybody is sliding around and falling and you're not. It's because you have had plenty of practice.
　

Brady bunch yard sale

2011-11-14T02:50:00.000-08:00

I love my husband, but when I married him, he had a small issue about clothes.*a reminder to my readers that I didn't 'live' with him first, maybe I should of( just kidding) You know how when a woman and a man fixin' to go out on a date get all fixed up and look nice?..well.... I think men are blessed in this world where mostly all they need to do is comb their hair,and put some nice clothes. Mmmm, nice clothes. My husband and I had been married a week, and we were going out to a fish house to eat. I did my usual thing, make-up, perfume, nice jeans and cute blouse, grabbed my purse and got in the car, Tony was (as usual) waiting for me,he was driving then I happened to glanced over and I couldn't believe my eyes. (he already was backing up)I took it for granted that he HAD been getting DRESSED."You wearing THAT?" It was a stripped shirt, tattered on the collar, faded,and it was pink I think,even though "it" was tucked in.
"What?",as he put the brakes on.
"Because it looks awful."I said
As he slammed it in park, he said in his best defense,"It's CLEAN."
He just looked at me, he could tell I was not happy so Tony commenced to get out of the car and went BACK in the house, yes he seemed a little mad.But what did I know, I didn't know the man I married as much as I thought, so all almost huffy and mad, he dug around for a better shirt. I didn't push my luck, but I had to know something. We were almost finished with our meal looking across my our desserts, I looked at him and asked, "Honey, where DID you get that shirt,anyway, I mean how long have you had it?"
He grinned, "Since the 70's"
(as I was trying NOT to choke on my iced tea) I heard him laugh a little, "That shirt was my favorite, but all I have is old stuff, I'm glad I have someone to advice me."
Was that an insult?I still don't know, but I think he had been a bachelor too long. Anyway, from across the table, I got a GRAND idea, cause I loved him and I wanted to help.And some time later I did mention that some of his shirts came from a 'brady bunch yard sale'. I think he just shrugged. So that Christmas was special, I bought him a few shirts, business casual, regular t-shirts, a leather bomber jacket ( he looked so good in it) and a warm coat so he won't mess up the leather one. That year, we went to his sister's house, of course my husband was wearing all NEW clothes, (he's the baby out of 9 children), I got looks, I didn't know what the looks were for, new to the family and all, plus I remember they (the sisters and sisters-in-law) scared the heck out of me, but of course, not now, I was kinda alarmed, they all had these Big EYES and shall I say BIG MOUTHS (sorry, had to go there.)They were all doing the "what?" silently with their mouths, but from behind my husband's back, one of the sister's mouthed silently "Thank you"then grinned. "Whew!" I thought, I wasn't the only one thinking of Brady Bunch.

Roadie

2011-11-12T16:59:00.001-08:00

I dont

have Road Rage, it's more like driving with Road Aggravation. I drive to and from work for a good 45 minutes. Then I take a back highway, so I see a lot of interesting things along the way. I talk out loud. I'll give you a few samples....

"I hate YOU blu-tooth chick!"(on no hands phone thang in my car)

"Detour?!". "Sorry."(after running over a squirrel). "Ahhhhh!!!!" ( head lights shine on a Zombie looking man on side of the road). "No! Not YOU again, I'm late!"(bicycle man that doesn't pull over). "Thank-You for the blinker!" (there was no blinker). "Dude!!!". "Nice truck.". ( nice truck). "Get off my butt!!". "Yeah, let me blink my lights, A cop is back is back there." . "Come on, you piece of crap.".(talking to my car) "Come on, Baby, that's it."(talking to my car)

Moma Glue (a story about Sherry Newton)

2011-11-06T05:08:00.001-08:00

My Moma

Moma and Dad

I had been visiting my mom, she had colon surgery, yes, it was cancer, we just hope they got it all. I had took a few steps along after I had got out of my car, as my husband greeted me, he was waiting out on the front porch,seems like he always been waiting on me, the thought hit me. My mother was the GLUE to our whole family,what were we all to do? She is the one that keeps this whole family together!I said it out loud too. My husband agreed with me with a somber "Yep." I wanted to fall apart, but I didn't want to go to pieces in front of my husband, plus I was NOT a big baby, but boy, did I FEEL like one. I'm somewhat over 50 :) and here I was having a pity party for myself. I would call my best friend on the phone, but you see, that would be my Moma. I felt lost, and not to mention my Dad..... Lordy. My moma has spoiled him so much , there is no way I could hold a candle to her and how to deal with him. It would of been almost cute, but up at the hospital he seemed so lost and forlorn. But he is 78, I think. My mom is 73.Not sure of their ages right now,pretty exhausted. My family has had a few very high hurdles,if ya know what I mean, but with my Dad's hot Texan Temper, no one could escape his 'Loud Fatherly advice' but with my Moma's Oklahoma's sweet natured-Sunday-school -teacher's calming charm and peace maker ways, o' Dad didn't have a chance, and the supposedly almost victim lived another day.
Soft socks. I kept thinking of silly socks as I was eating in the hospital cafeteria with Dad that I could buy my Moma those really soft socks. I know that's not much, but I don't know what else to do besides be there for her and buy her socks (soft ones). So, I find myself having to be
very strong,(pull yourself up from the boot-straps thang). I am hoping and praying that along the way while this very strong and loving woman has instilled some of that "GLUE" within me as I was I was being raised as a child, to infuse into my being as a person to do well on earth, and to have some-what high MORALS like a good person should. I close my eyes and take a

Deep trembling breath, I shouldn't ask for favors from God, I am no one special, why would he grant me anything? I NEED her, Lord. Or US shall I say.Still again I don't know what to do.I need some Moma Glue.Maybe I have it already. I know this sounds stupid, but I'm thinking of Spiderman; "Great powers, comes Great Responsibilities". Later she woke up from an very serious operation she smiled and asked if we had breakfast. The Moma Glue is very powerful. ( I smiled back)

the soft socks

The Hobby Of Sleep

2011-11-01T02:45:00.001-07:00

I tell my friends that every time I sleep, it's a clean slate. That's how I can get up @ 4:00 in the morning and it's the best time to write, only if I had plenty of sleep, slept on my red pillow and no one had text me a like at 10:30, cause I had went to sleep @ 7:45 pm, and that including Facebook. I've had 'friends' put a photo of their new puppy at midnight, leaned up from deep slumber, looked at the cute pup, 'liked it', then couldn't go to sleep again. I would put my phone on silence but I'm afraid I won't hear my alarm. And I know the second I wake up, if I have slept enough. It also helps if you're on any medication, being epileptic.

But I remember that I used to party, clubbing with my friends, I don't know how I did it, staying up like I did, it wasn't that long ago.( I don't think so anyway) And you know how other women think of new dresses, or shoes, new cars, MEN? Well, often I think of ole RED. Life is good.

*foot note*. Happily married with a man that has his OWN soft pillow.

Scaring Cheerleaders and Smokers

2011-10-30T16:02:00.001-07:00

Every 16 year old wants to be cool.

Everything is impressionable at that age, negative or positive. I was no different. I was a watcher, curious of how other teenagers reacted to things. I didn't exactly envy them, just curious. I watched the kids go sneak off and smoke cigarettes, I remember wondering how they got by with it. I would go to the gym's rest room, and they would be in there, looking all cool, I know, cause as I washed my hands (slowly), I watched them. On how, they held their cigarettes, and sometimes if I was

lucky, a girl smoker would do a smoke ring in the air,as the other would (French inhale) Because I was invisible to them, a Nobody, a girl was not cool, I wasn't mad, I excepted it as a non- groovy life.

But the other kind of girls I really watched, it was the CHEERLEADERS. They were the upper crust, lionesses, princess-celebrity-chicks,beautiful Barbi doll gals,

The top cats on the food chain.

Me in the Pep Squad,1975

They were always in a Horde, not herd, that would be heifers.They were always graceful, dainty but strong, with all the popular and unpopular football players well, lets face it, it was ALL the boys around them. I didn't envy them either . I admired them, and I would revere from afar. One day my world changed. The whole class had to write a Scary story. Any kind, no holds bar. So I wrote a story on a crazy Frankenstein cat that killed, can't remember, been a few years. There were stories that were funny Some threw paper airplanes and gum wrappers, and booed,but some expected it. But when I stood up and read mine, it took awhile but it dawned on me, there was no paper or gum wrappers, I looked up and the tough smoker girls AND the cheerleaders were listening. I read my story, and as the Frankenstein cat round up killing his master. I took my seat, and a very blond cheerleader turned around and said "that was really good" then some other cheerleaders chimed in as well, (maybe she was the leader, don't know), I remember my heart beating very fast.Then after the class, I was by my locker, and one of the smokers (wearing a cool Bret) and said" that cat story was cool" My whole world and universe tipped on its axis. I hope that my writing will make a difference in a persons life, sad or happy(depending on the story). Hoping someone that reads any of my writing will believe and respond to their own sensibility. Touch some one's heart and soul. If it wasn't for the smokers and cheerleaders, I don't think I'd be writing,thanks girls.

Being Different

2011-10-30T06:52:00.001-07:00

I wish I could write about one of my loves, my job, but I can't because of privacy issues,since I am a nurse assistant. Seems like a lot of fellow bloggers write on hobbies like photography or sewing,and grandchildren, so they have plenty to blog about. Here I am with my imagination and
some-what coherent ramblings.

All alone, but that's OK. On my island,free-standing,and unaffiliated.And I'm not apologizing for my writing(never)but kinda giving you, my readers 'heads-up', here
we go on one of my crazy but happy 'reverie', my

roller coaster

blogging, just saying. I guess i need some cheese with my wine. That's a joke y'all.

WARNING WILL ROGERS!!! Writer's Block!!

2011-10-25T05:58:00.001-07:00

Lost In Space isnt the word for it, actually, there were no words at all. Blank, writer's block.

I believe someone when they said 'If you're a writer, write something every day', in my case, I put any writing on hold, cause of a special banquet I had to go to. Yep, writer's block. That may sound crazy, but it was such a big deal to me, that I took three months off of any kind of writing.

And since I'm writing this, I don't have writers block, 'oh, contrare', still feel like I'm stuck, not sure of myself. Just writing this, is therapy,ha.
If writing means as much to you as it does me, it's almost painful to write, to be that passionate about something, at the moment I will call it 'Bleeding out'. And when you sit at a computer, ready to write, to create, to put your dreams and visions on paper (or pc)so that blinking line is a powerful thing, a blank page can intimidate you, it's waiting on You! Pulsing with a life of it's own. (too dramatic, yep)
I've always written, don't know if was any good to anyone besides me oh, I've written plays when I was 10 years old.

Oh, they were childish, because I was a child. So dont do what I did, and take three months off of something that I always thought about, always loved, something that I HAD to do like breathing. Inhale....exhale.... I'm writing again.

Breakfast!!!

2011-10-19T16:25:00.000-07:00

My husband surprised me this morning, he works a 12 hr shift,it was 5:30, and I had the day off. He hollered cheerfully ( that part is foggy, sleepy) "I'm gonna take you to eat breakfast." I was out of bed like lightning! I love eating breakfast, especially if its loud of elderly men talking and laughing at each other jokes, fresh newspapers rattling, silverware and plates pinging, and lets not forget the great smell of old-fashioned food. I think it all goes back to when I was young, my Mom would take my brother and I to old fashioned cafes, but my favorite was the one place all the people would gather and 'catch-up' it was the Clement's Donut Shop in Conway Arkansas. So the sunrise, fresh coffee, good food, and a great husband, It doesnt get any better than that. (kudos to I-40 family resturant in Morgan,Arkansas and Tony Wayne Guthrey)

Quotes I love

2011-10-09T09:03:00.001-07:00

"Even if you are on the right track,you'll get run over if you just sit there"- Will Rogers "I do not participate in any sport with ambulances at the bottom of a hill. -Erma Bombeck" "I've
learned that people will forget what you said,people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."- Maya Angelou
"A dream fuelled by purpose, fired by passion and followed with persistence will definitely change the world" -Dr. Mani Sivasubramanian

"“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”-Maya Angelou

Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.- Mother Teresa

Pre-Gala

2011-10-08T09:35:00.001-07:00

Dress (that's not lint, it's glitter) :)

Jewelry

Hair ( maybe)

Uh! I feel like a fish out of water! I am excited and grateful that I was picked but golly. Need to go to walmart. The funny part( to me) when I tried the dress on I looked like an Opera singer, all I need is that crazy head dress. You know that old saying 'Not till the fat lady sings?'. Well she's a singin'. ( wish me luck, it's next week.)

Blessed

2011-08-20T22:31:00.001-07:00

Here I am, it's after midnight and we are in bed. My husband is beside me, I have my chihuahua Josie in-between us, they are asleep, and I have a good romance novel in my hand. Usually my husband Tony has to work, he was off tonight, and it all dawned on me that I am SO blessed! I closed my eyes awhile ago and prayed 'Thank you'. That's pretty much it for right now, but I missed y'all.

Be safe, love Dee Guthrey

Slyvanus Walker Blackburn (my great,great, great uncle)

2011-08-13T17:55:00.000-07:00

The Blackburn family was a closely-knit , hardy courageous group. They had
just begun to establish themselves in the Ozarks (War Eagle,Benton county)when the Civil War tore them asunder.
Slyvanus Walker Blackburn, was the first of the family to come here. He came in 1832, from Tennessee with only a team of oxen seeking new land. He chose a fertile spot in the bend of the War Eagle River for there he saw straight tall trees and hewing logs for his home. There was plenty of wild game and fish for his food, but one wonders what else he may had to eat for this was a forest uninhabited by other human beings. When spring came, Sylvanus returned to Tenn. for his wife Katherine, whom he had married when they were sixteen, and told such glowing stories of the Ozarks to his family, about the beautiful country with its abundant fertile land,clear streams and many kinds of wild game, that they too decided to come to the Ozarks:his mother and father, bringing with them his sisters, Jerusha, Franke, and Lucinda. The brothers *Ambrose, William and James came as soon as they could dispose of their belongings in Tennessee, all eager to homestead the virgin soil and to build their own homes, which they did in and near War Eagle.

Once again, this is a big part of my family tree. I had help from my Mom to help me to get the story of WAR EAGLE. I remember sitting beside my mother in libraries looking up the really old records off the Microfilm. I asked her if it was exciting to find ancestors and how they lived, she said "YES!!"

As I'm Driving.....

2011-08-07T06:51:00.000-07:00

I like to drive,unless its raining really hard or when there is ice on the road. I dont talk on the my cell or text while driving. Even tho I have hands free blu tooth(who I tend to fuss at, I know its not human, but give me a break, I hate that lady jetsons-robot voice) and I have a app that tells me where the cops are, not that I would speed or anything like that. I dont get that many calls anyway, unless someone wants something( you know what I mean?) It is a 45 minute drive more or less that I commute in the morning and I do that again in the afternoon. Its the morning that I get these ideas. I have small rough drafts of stories that I entertain myself sort-of and thats when I find out that someone either lives(in my stories), or a song comes on the radio, and I find out a certain character decided to break up with her husband,or even Ive had a brand new person come into a story, and I would think to myself, 'Where did you come from?' To me, writing a story, it comes alive somewhere, and it kinda 'cooks',or bubbles,ferments, it kinda sits there, in your mind, heart and soul, and these characters have a mind of their own, and most of the time, I the writer dont even know what my 'people' are going to do. On one story which is really intense, I let the characters have full reign, yeah, I know, but they are like children, you give birth, but they have their own personality and individuality,but simular to children, they are free, the mother of the creation of them holds her breath, and hope they fly because they are free to start with, you the mother hope for the best, ruin or be acomplished and you want everything great for that child (a story). I joke to my friends and family that when I get up @ 4 in the morning, its a clean slate, fresh, ready to write, but when I drive, that slate is hot-on-the-press, ready to go, creative juices still flowing. I have pulled into the parking lot at my job, and jot down what I had been thinking about. I have dreamed of an idea also. I havent been driving too long in my adult life, like 6 yrs now, still learning, but with the combination of driving and crafting my universe forever blooms and I hope it never ceases. Drive happy and be Safe, with love, Dee Guthrey

Just Cute

2011-08-04T16:00:00.000-07:00

Kudos To Aunt Cassie

2011-08-04T03:27:00.000-07:00

Plane Talk Series of Cassie Giles Swing Shift Rivet Girl ...also my Aunt Cassie

Photograph of Cassie Giles standing in line with many men. She and three other men are holding paper sacks. She is wearing a dark suit with a dark cap and white shoes. The men are wearing button-up shirts with buttons pinned on the chest and most are wearing hats.(This needs to be the Poster for hard working women everywhere in the world. Thankyou Aunt Cassie!!)

Plane Talk Series of Cassie Giles, Swing Shift Rivet Girl

Date: unknown

Creator: unknown

Description: Photograph of Cassie Giles, dressed in a flower print dress and apron, standing in front of a stove stirring in a metal pot. On the stove is a covered pan and kettle. On a shelf behind her are dishes and on the wall, there are a roll of paper towels. (Really?? Paper towels? So cute.)

Photograph of Cassie Giles, wearing a dark uniform with a white collar and shoes and dark hat, sitting in a massive pile of riveters. She is sitting cross-legged and holding a riveter in her hand.(This is my Fav...I can tell she got a 'kick' taking this photo.)

Photograph of Cassie Giles, in a dark suit with a white collar and dark cap, riveting on the side of an airplane. Behind her is a man doing the same thing. Next to them is a plywood board and above them is a metal ceiling with cables.

Photograph of Cassie Giles, in high-wasted pants, riding a saddled horse on a dirt road. In the background are bushes, a fence and trees.( I loved to visit my Aunt Cassie and Uncle Roger in Texas, they seemed like movie stars to me, well, I guess they still are. Kudos Aunt Cassie!)

Window Shopping

2011-08-03T17:51:00.000-07:00

I seen it in the window and I couldn't resist....

Well, what can I say? I really dont HATE shopping,but I DisLike it all. I don't like the lines, the prices, and I guess I'm a stick-in-the-mud when it get down to the nitty-gritty Glamor stuff. But I love hearing about my friends 'talk' about their how they went to town and they were looking for STILL looking for some red high heels. I look amazed and say "You STILL cant find those red shoes?" They gaze into my eyes and say "No"....well! All the drama, all the chaotic turmoil of heartbreak of sale-tags. I know, I'm missing out, but I do okay. I cant say " I seen it in the window, and I HAD to buy it. And I don't go to the Black Friday's Sales either. Sometimes I kinda feel awkward about it, and if I go to walmart, I alot of times put stuff in the cart and just kind a...drive it around in my cart....the shoes, a skirt,maybe a blouse. But what I'm doing is trying to decide 'Now, do I really NEED this....or can I do without it this time?" 95% of the time I put it all back.

Sad isn't it? I guess its how ya look at it. Now I go on-line to Christmas shop, I like that. And how I went shopping to find my husband some new clothes cause he didn't have any. (another chapter) So here I am, a woman on an island, living vicariously through other women's shopping lives. (plus my feet aint so sore)

Grandma

2011-07-31T08:43:00.000-07:00

Her name was Alta Mae Wood Oxford Montgomery, but I called her grandma. I can't say on it all started with this, even tho I think about her alot, it all began with a sound. I was outside with the gals at a family reunion,(I'm non smoker) and there it was...'SNAP'. Very subtle but powerful. It was the sound of a zippo lighter shutting. I remember that I turned my head, unbeknowst to them, I was searching, for what I don't know. Maybe for a split second in my mind I thought she would be sitting there, maybe I was searching for memories, maybe it was a sign. But that little 'snap' and the smell of butane, it all made me happy. Grandma was a heavy smoker and she smelt of cigarettes,zippo,and peppermint. It dawned on me I was unconsciously SEEKING for her, I know, that sounds crazy, like for instance, there is a neighbor with long thick pretty nails always polished,and when I talk to her I tend to gaze at the nails like Grandma.

You ever watch the movie The Coal Miner's Daughter? Where Loretta Lynn's mom was dancing a little jig listening to the Grand O Opry? I think they call it clogging, and my Grandma could do this little jig. When I was really young, she tried to teach me, but I failed miserably.She taught me so much, so many things, some sunk in, some didnt.(sorry Grandma) And I believe there are Guardian Angels and I have more than others because Im so clumsy, that watch over me. So when Grandma was in heaven,she asked God to watch over me, and GOD in all his wisdom, HE asks"YOU SURE?"

There was the time where I was sitting near her on the couch, and I kept asking her to 'stick' her false teeth out, you know, like a werewolf kinda, i was around eight, and It was hilarious! I was all gigglin' and she did it, but all of a sudden, the false teeth came flying out and into my lap!! I screamed, she was both laughing and hollerin' at me "Child, don't break my teeth!!"(grandma talked about that for years) And she had a out house that I simply HATED,and the dreadful rooster that would come looking for ya when you re in there, and the beady red eye lookin' between the slats that made up the old out house! Not to mention the spiders and wasps or whatever that could get hold of ya while you're in there! And I loved the stories of her and her little brother Wayne and all their shenanigans. When I became a little older she and I would go and pick blackberries but ya have to put all this garb on,(to protect our skin, before sun screen) long sleeved shirt, a hat that she would actually put on you, and gloves. Its only 110 out that's all. And as we picked our berries she would talk about snakes! Big snakes of the past, the snakes of the future,just many stories of snakes. By the time we were done, I was lookin' around for an Anaconda! Uh, and talk about Polk Salad, I hated that stuff cause it seems like it would never get clean, but she could cook it so good, ya forgot all the grit. She had a sister Aunt Mamie, she lived in a holler in the Ozarks, they had a mean rooster too!

Aunt Mamie cooked some real tasty chicken that night I was over there (hee hee). Aunt Mamie and Grandma kept a rain barrel, and when it rained, you would wash your hair in it, and it was so soft, I guess that was before chemicals and toxins in the air now-adays. What do we do with all the hard core grief, someone that was and is so much you're life, the main staple of well being. How do I process it? Not to want and miss someone so much. I guess we learn from all that she did for me. I'm trying but after that snap of the zippo lighter, I think of her alot. Let me tell you a secret, I never cry. But I cried writing this. So here I am, a grand-daughter that selfishly wanting,yearning for a gruffly voiced,peppermint eating, smoking lady that can take me out to pick blackberries. She is a big part of me, and I hope I do you proud, grandma. I love you.

my oldest son Jeremy and GRANDMA

Hey, Fuzzy Britches!!! (yes, love Shawshank)

2011-07-30T23:21:00.000-07:00

What is sexy? All of us have different tastes and opinions. Welch here is sexy. And yes I have had a few moments in the sun also...only a few.(in my opinion). And the last time I got whistled at was at a stop light downtown, and my hair was all up in big curlers, I think I had been walking at the track, you know, doing something... good. I was stopped and there it was. A big how-do-ya-do wolf whistle! I could of just died!! And I could of did the middle finger salute, but I don't do that either (Dee's law). Like I heard it said ' nobody likes a smart- *#@^ I hope I haven't grown into a Prude, not sure what that is but my mother has said it before like a bad word when I was growing up. I would be on my way to church, this is what I would hear, 'Be a Lady,dear.' and 'Not too much make-up '.'Oh,Dee,you need a slip under that dress' I took her advice, but as soon as went to get a slip on (because I forgot it) Dad would ask me to 'Go kill the water moccasin that was on the bank of the pond', Here I was, slip-less,with the hot Arkansas summer breeze a'blowin', looking thru the sight of a .22 rifle aiming at a big snake, thinking of my bible lesson. I always thought that I had the best of both worlds, being a lady when it counts and being a good shot when it counts. A girl just never knows. A young girl especially, luckily after some good solid guide lines, she is on her own. I would sit in front of my mirror at 15 and 16 and wondered if I was even PRETTY. I would watch movies like One million years B.C. with Raquel Welch and then I would wonder 'what's up, lord... I don't get it', I just figured it was like a bad joke that I couldn't understand. But that was Okay cause I was watchin' the guys play pool, of course I would out shoot em at shooting cans and bottles. I would wear my brother's football jacket, and sit in the corner(and watch them play foosball) and just be happy. Then I turned 17, that summer something happened. Moma bought me contact lenses, I dyed my long dark hair into strawberry blond. And somehow I had lost some baby fat. And wouldn't ya know it? All the guys wouldn't talk to me! Silly me didn't put 2 and 2 together. So one day I asked a boy my age and asked "Why were they all stopped talking to me",and in his crackly red-neck voice said 'Cause you turned pretty'. Uh! So here I am, with a wonderful husband,fantasic sons,great Mom and Dad, and a job I love. But once in a blue moon, there is a nagging little girl voice that is still sitting in front of that mirrow hoping to grow up to be Fuzzy Britches.

Taking the Plunge into Blogging

2011-07-22T03:29:00.000-07:00

Blogging is like walking up to a beautiful cliff, spreading your wings and you know ya gotta fly! I have decided to take the plunge to Blog and that's a big deal to me, Im free falling but it feels great...it's freedom, a lightness of soul everyone should feel, to share, to be vunerable, to be a creative person.

I'm a Newbie to this but that's okay, Its also great that I get to know fellow bloggers, and I hope y'all get to know me. Maybe I'm a little nervous and I sound pitiful, but I'm BLOGGING by golly!! Here we go,I'm flying by the seat of my pants!

I have my computer,

and I have my mind ( what's left of it). I welcome you to my world.

Just checkin' in, y'all

2011-07-20T19:09:00.001-07:00

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Josie Cat

2011-07-18T14:05:00.000-07:00

Let me introduce you to Josie Cat Guthrey, (I call her CAT because she looks like a Mere- cat). My highlight of a Friday nite is the to get a cup of coffee, turn my police scanner on , and maybe read some dean kootnz, judith mcnaught, get on my iphone for Facebook, twitter(which i dont use very much) and sometimes i write some fiction(formyself) and wait on my husband that works second shift. i love life. my husband walks in, i havent seen him all week ,and before ya know it, its late. i turn my head and josie is looking at me. i asked her "what?" my husband laughs, but she just stares at me. ( like im stupid ) I say"do you want to go to bed?" she just perks her ears up more and stares. i tell her she needs to go to hollywood with all that 'drama'. so we go to bed. i know, exciting, right?

Mondays vs. Tuesdays

2011-07-17T18:50:00.001-07:00

Most people hate Mondays, but I hate Tuesdays. Okay, by Monday rolls around I'm happy that I even HAVE a job,period. Yes, it's a shock, but Somehow I've braced myself and I'm focused. You have to be when you're in shock, ha. Tuesday, well everything seems to go wrong, the dust has settled, my guard is down ( sort-to-speak) and I haven't rested like I should so I'm tired. I love my job but Tuesday, uh, ( I'm already thinking about the weekend) B safe, c ya later

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Location:

The Neighbors

2011-07-17T16:19:00.000-07:00

I ADORE my neighbors! I love all the people that live around me, but some things that happens are funny to me. The retired couple across from me are great, they have alot of dogs, and those two would anything for anyone. A few years back, my husband got hurt really bad at work, and this lady neighbor always asks about him when I see her in my yard ( mostly when our dogs fight) the other day this happened, and she leaned in close to me and whispered and jerked her head towards my house "How's he doing,dear" I thought about this later, I thought silently to my self " Oh, didnt you know? He passed away and I buried him in the yard. Actually, youre standing on him now"

my husband's phone

2011-07-17T15:49:00.000-07:00

My husband and I got in my car to buy groceries, he told me he forgot his cell phone. For some crazy reason, I was THRILLED! I almost got chills. I had him all to myself. Seems like all the time, someone calls him to help them. I told him "The bank is closed, the moving man is out, and so is DR. Phil." He grinned, and so did I!