Monday, September 26, 2011

Monday Musings

Dear Lady at WalMart:
::::Big Sigh:::: How many times must I say it?   You look positively puerile walking around, talking loudly on your cell phone, subjecting those even two aisles away to your personal pollution.

Dear Neighbor:
No wonder you left the ‘hood.   It’s never a good idea to leave burning leaves and twigs in your back yard, while you go jack around in your front yard.   That’s how you burn down your next-door-neighbor’s privacy fence.  I think there was a reason for that fence…  

Dear Master Procrastinator.
Thy name is Margaret.  Must you always wait until the last minute for everything?

Dear Diet:
Didn’t I just start you last Monday?   And the Monday before?   What happened?  Oh, yeah.   Lunch.   Well, not this week.

Dear Jack’s Breakfast Crew:
I passed you right up and didn’t even glance your way today.   I do hope y’all survive this week without me; it’ll be tough I know.

Dear Jack’s Sweet Tea:
I’m gonna miss you most of all.

Dear God:
Please remember our very important request for tomorrow.   We are trusting You to take care of the problem…whatever the outcome, we know You will be with us.

Me:   Did you know that before the great flood of Noah’s day, it had never rained on the earth?
Ole Boy:   Musta been one heck of a drought in this part of the world. 

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Thursday Thunderings

 - eCards
The Age "Boom" Edition

Dear Time:
Could you back up a little?  This age thing is really affecting me!

Dear Age:
You act like an old woman.  No wonder people lie about you!

Dear Head:
I know you’re in the clouds a lot, but this silver lining thing you got going on is not attractive.

Dear Gray Roots (aka silver lining):
Meet Miss Clairol.

Dear Morning:
Why are you so mean to my face?

Dear Mirror:
You just ain’t as pretty as you used to be.    I try to avoid you first thing in the morning.

Dear Make Up:
Slacker!   You don’t work near as well as you used to.

Dear Joints:
Could you try to be a little more quiet?   You’re disturbing the peace with all that snap! crackle! pop!

Dear Midlife:
What up with all these sound effects?   Hot flashes?   Dry skin?   Mood swings?

Dear Ole Boy:
Thank you for putting up with me.   You’re the best!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

CoWorkers, Candles and Lunch

The Cast:
CoWorker B, CoWorker K-K, CoWorker K

The Candle:
CoWorker B bought a new blueberry scented Yankee Candle.   The whole office smelled like freshly baked muffins.  Around lunchtime, CoWorker K-K brings in her Sonic lunch (complete with tater tots), puts it on her desk and steps away, unseen by CoWorker K.

The Comment:
CoWorker K walks by K-K’s desk and says, “I must be getting hungry!   That candle is beginning to smell like French Fries!”

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Rowdy Roscoe's Rumblings

Play with me!!  I'll play nice, I promise! I promise!!!
Sit down and play with me!!  Come onnnn!

I'm the King, I'm the King...I'm the King of the Castle!

Gimme some sugar!!

Gimme Gimme Gimme  SUGGGAR!!!

"That was NOT nice!!!"

I'm sorry....

Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Day I Can't Forget: 9/11/2001

The moment I heard, I remember exactly where I was, what I was doing, where I was going; it's one of the rare times a memory can still reduce me to tears.   It was the day the date “9/11” became more than just a day, it became a reference point, a word synonymous with the loss of an America that once was, the end of the innocence in believing that it couldn’t happen here, on our own soil.   

I was a few blocks from work, stopped at the traffic light at the intersection of Wilson Dam Road and Avalon Avenue, listening to the radio when they broke the news that a plane had flown in to the North Twin Tower of the World Trade Center.    In my mind, a small four-seater had somehow managed to hit the building, and that the folks on the small plane surely didn’t survive.

Shortly after I arrived at my desk, my husband called and said two planes had flown into the Twin Towers.   I argued a little with him, refusing to believe, but fearful that it was true, that there were two jets instead of one small plane.   By then, co-workers were gathering into the conference room, glued to the TV; I joined them.   I remember a feeling of sheer helplessness and terror as I learned that yet another plane had flown into the Pentagon.  I went back to my office, shut the door, and tried to pray.   I remember being just frantic enough to only be able to pace back and forth saying, “Jesus.  Jesus.  Jesus…”  Going back to the conference room, I watched in horror with my co-workers as the South Tower collapsed.   I asked the others in the room if the people in the tower would have had time to get out.   They sadly told me what I didn't want to hear…they wouldn’t have had time.  I learned later that yet another plane had crashed in Pennsylvania, not yet knowing of the heroic efforts of the passengers on board that flight.

When the mission was completed, the pusillanimous deeds that day caused a total of 2,996 deaths, including the 19 hijackers and 2,977 victims:  246 on the four planes, 2,606 in New York City in the towers and on the ground, and 125 at the Pentagon.  A total of 411 emergency workers who responded to the scene died as they tried to rescue people and fight fires. The New York City Fire Department lost 341 firefighters and 2 paramedics.  The New York City Police Department lost 23 officers.  The Port Authority Police Department lost 37 officers.  Eight emergency medical technicians (EMTs) and paramedics from private emergency medical services units were also killed. (figures from Wikipedia)

Ground Zero, New York City, N.Y. (Sept. 17, 2001) -- An aerial view shows only a small portion of the crime scene where the World Trade Center collapsed following the Sept. 11 terrorist attack. Surrounding buildings were heavily damaged by the debris and massive force of the falling twin towers. Clean-up efforts are expected to continue for months. U.S. Navy photo by Chief Photographer's Mate Eric J. Tilford.   As a work of the U.S. federal government, the image is in the public domain. (Wikipedia)

Sept 11, 2001, was the first day I remember ever hearing the name, “Osama Bin Laden.”   Even now, ten years later, the term “9/11” conjures up the same event for most everyone, though varying emotions are attached to the memories what transpired that day.  But for a brief period of time, America showed solidarity.   Party lines were crossed, reporters openly wept, God was in our lives, the Bible had a place in our conversation, Old Glory was proudly flown.   For a fleeting moment, we came together, stopped criticizing those who believed differently; we shared tender moments with complete strangers; having no words, yet understanding the silence of what we each couldn’t say. 

2 Chronicles 7
New King James Version (NKJV)
14 if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.

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