I lived with my "Big Mama", my maternal grandmother, who was Cherokee Indian, until I was close to nine years old, when Mama remarried.
Big Mama was just a storehouse of knowledge, and she is the one who told me that you can catch more flies with honey, than you can with vinegar.
In fact, she is the one who instilled in me the fact that life is just like that...sometimes, honey, and sometimes, vinegar.
For some folks it is more one than the other, and sometimes it's just plain not fair the way it lands on them, either.
I'd really like to hear about some of your experiences with either one, and I'll be happy to share mine with you.
Come back anytime, and let's talk.
August 11, 2007
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Oh you don't want me to tell ya! LOL just kidding, Welcome to blogging! Looking forward to this!
Oh, you know I do, too!
Thanks for the welcome..and do drop by just any old time! LOL
Welcome, welcome! Boy oh boy, was I thinking about both honey and vinegar today.
But...funny thing is, I have good use for both. HMMMM.
I'm SO glad to see you up and running! It just makes me happy.
And I hope it works out that way for you, too. Time will tell for sure.
You're off to a great start. Jumping in is often the only hard part. For me at least, it was pretty easy after that.
I find it interesting that you had a Cherokee grandmother.
I had a Jewish grandmother from Riga/Latvia, and she was full of wisdom,too.
About the honey and vinegar.
You sound more like honey than vinegar, no bitterness there.
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