Pain Beats Out Fashion

Last week I awoke to the sound of dripping. Ah, the spring Equinox. No  matter that the calender read January, it was a warm day above freezing, and the snow was melting. I had a workshop to attend and wanted to look professional. My black skirt was perfect with my white blouse and grey cardigan. Those clunky boots would look terrible, why not wear my professional shoes.

The day was so warm I did not even need a coat. I walked confidently out the front door. As I stepped down the first step my feet flew out from under me. I landed on my bottom and then bouced to the second step. It was several minutes before I could get up. Afraid to move or even stand in my slippery shoes I slid them off my feet. I very carefully walked in the snow skirting the black ice that had been my downfall. I returned to the house my shoulder throbbing. I was not going to miss the workshop, I had payed good money to attend, so I pulled on my boots and ignored my pain. I walked into the meeting a little late draggind my wounded wing.

My left arm will not lift above my waist and my body still feels crunched and achy. I am sure nothing is broken. Lucky me, lession learned! I will be wearing the safe clunky boots till summer Equinox.

Boss Ruby Tuesday

Boss keeping warm

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Does the Media Inform or Incite

The news from Haiti is devastating, lack of basic necessities, thousands of bodies and utter chaos. We see pictures and hear reporters but what is the real story? I hear over and over that food is there but not getting to the people. I never hear why. Hundreds of first responders are on the ground but medical treatment is scarce. I never hear why. Bottled water has been shipped but water is selling for $8 dollars a bottle. I never hear why.

I wish the reporters would report the news in an accurate manner. I learned in Journalism class you report who, what, when, where and why!!! We never get the why. The reporters I am sure are not going without water or food. So if they can get in to get pictures why can’t they deliver water or food? The news media exploits tragedy for their own gain and does not contribute to the rescue effort.

I felt the same way during Katrina. Reporters sloshing through dank waters showing us scenes to break your heart but not helping anyone. Why don’t the news stations help the effort and report on the good effort they and others are doing, rather than focusing on the things not getting done. Please tell us why.

The Day Begans

It was a cold snowy January day, the sun  was just peeking over the horizone. I felt my arm being jostled and someone calling my name. I snuggled deeper into the covers and said "go away". "You have to get up and feed the baby while your mom  fixes breakfast." said daddy. I groaned and tumbled out of bed. My feet slid into my furry pink slippers as I grabbed my matching  robe. I staggered down the hallway to the family room. Mom sat by the window, her newest bundle of joy in her arms. I walked over and Mom handed me my baby sister. She wailed as the bottle was removed from her mouth, I quiclkly gave her the bottle and  she continued her breakfast.

I rocked the precious newcomer as I gazed upon her face. She had big brown eyes, long dark lashes rested on soft pink cheeks. Her blond hair was wispy around her heart shaped face. The little rose bud mouth suckled eagerly at her mornings nourshiment.

Mom surried into the adjoining kitdchen and soon I could here the sizzle of bacon. As the aroma of the succlent meat wafted across the house  the rest of my siblings arrived in the kitchen. Kate helped set the table as Annice and Roy came over to look at their younger sister. "You need to burp the baby" said mommy. I placed my sister on my shoulder and began to pat her back. She let loose with a burp that would have rivled a beer guzzling couch potato. Mom announced that breakfast was ready. I placed the doll in her bassinett and she began to gently snore.

The family  gathered around the table and daddy said the blessing. We dove into pancakes drizzled with Mrs. Butterworth's maple syrup. Crispy bacon was quickly gobbled up. Roy stole a piece from Annice when she wasn't looking. All was washed down with cold fresh milk delivered to our door that morning by Mr. Cady from the local dairy.

Breakfast overr the flurry of activity began as we all took turns brushing our teeth, Cries of ouch were heard as mom combed out snarls of  hair, "It's the price you pay to be pretty " was the reply if you protested to much.

Dresses pulled over head and saddle oxfords  tied we were ready to meet the world. Kisses all around, one for the new baby and we were out the door and off to another day at school.

Happy Birthday baby sister.

Snow Snow Snowwwwww

November

The song from White Christmas let it snow. My favorite movie. This year I got white Halloween, White Thanksgiving and White Christmas. Be wary of what you wish for.

Doggie Children

The fairy princess's newest baby.

Sniffing cousins.

Don't you want to play?

I need a rest from all this family.