It's A Good Thing

It's a good thing I'm not superstitious, or I would not be making this post. I had just signed in, and was all set to post, and without warning, the power went off. I thought that it was no big deal, because it does that often, but it comes right back on, within seconds, or minutes. Not this time, though...five whole hours!

I walked around, flipping switches, looking out windows, eating everything in sight, fretting about how I was going to cook. Of course, the fact that I have natural gas for cooking never interfered at all with my fretting! As a matter of fact, an emergency run to Arby's was made, never mind that nobody was hungry. It just seemed the right thing to do!

Last Night I Just Kept Lying There

Last night I just kept lying there, comtemplating this thing that I have done, and wondering if I should have done it at all.

I thought for sure, that if ever anyone wanted to show his ignorance, this is the perfect place to do it. I do know some things, and some things I don't...and this just might be one of them.

I do know how to tell, or discuss, some interesting things, but then again, I guess that will depend on the one reading it. And, I'm pretty sure that you can't have a thin skin and survive in the world of blogdom.

I don't like to hurt anyone's feelings, and won't intentionally, but having read some other blogs on here, I'm not too sure that works both ways all the time.

I was reminded this morning that I might have two "blogmamas" and that is about right. That being so, I have accumulated a whole bunch of "blogrelatives" on here, too! And as relatives go, I guess I have something to look forward to, don't I?

Later, way later, after my blogmamas have instructed me a bit in having a proper blog, I will get around to doing a profile. I can't promise anything too interesting there, though...I'm just a plain, ordinary woman, doing plain and ordinary stuff.

But then, sometimes, plain and ordinary are just what the doctor ordered.

Big Mama Told Me

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.