I feel that I just might be misleading you, my faithful friends and readers.
Usually, in my blog, I sound quite nice.
Kind and wise and warm….
…..and always happy, cheery and grateful.
HA!
Ask my husband!
Ask my closest friends and family.
They’ll set the record straight!
I have lots more in common with hubby’s cat, Codi, than I’d like to admit.
Codi, very decidedly, wants what she wants when she wants it.
She is not very good at sharing her space with others.
She does not play well with others, either.
You cannot make her do anything that she doesn’t already want to do.
She’s hissy and snarly when she doesn’t get her way.
She’ll bite if she gets really ticked off!
She has a way of telling you everything you’re doing wrong…at least in her opinion.
She does NOT like her naps disturbed!
She’s downright bossy.
I don’t have a clue whether she’s got a grateful bone in her body. It sure doesn’t seem that way. In fact, like most cats, she takes what she gets as though it is her due and is highly displeased if you fail to cater to her.
Yep…all that sounds a lot like me.
There. I’ve done it.
That’s the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth….about my darker side.
Oh, there’s one more thing.
You take your life into your own hands should you dare to approach me before I’ve had sufficient coffee in the morning. I don’t even want to hear “Good Morning.” All you will get in return is a nasty growl.
But…other than those few minor shortcomings……….
I’m pretty much perfect!
About that ocean-front property in Arizona…………………….
I am Grateful to be me…warts and all.
16 comments:
Absolutely! You have many sisters-under-the-skin, you know! :)
I'm so grateful to have lived long enough to be glad that I am me... and to get WAAAY past that wanting to be otherwise.
Hugs!
Hugs right back!
Our warts keep us humble, don't they? ;)
I'm so glad you wrote this .... I've been wanting to 'out you' for a long time! :-) Fun days ahead sister/friend!
Lori, I knew that in spite of your hand injury, you would not be able to pass up posting a comment on this one!
My prayer is that hubby doesn't bother to read it to begin with...or he'd surely have LOTS of comments to make.
Lest anyone else read this ... I just have to say that Sharon is the bestest of the best friends and we do our best to keep each other humble. Not an easy feat some days! LOL .. (I've just been called to the line for using snerk - let's see if it takes it now)For years, we've had a nightly phone call, especailly when Hubby was on the road ... just to check in to make sure all was OK. Some nights (a glass of wine in each of our hands) would lead to LOOONG calls... others very short and to the point. "all okay", but don't feel like talking ... bye. Who else can you do that with? I am very grateful that Sharon came into my life. She is a tremendous being that I would be bereft without as she constantly challenges me.
hmmm I sound a lot like Cody also....
I am grateful for Cody - but I am especially grateful for thankfulness and gratitude
- they change many an experience I am in, from one that is loathsome and painful to one I can be glad of.
I am grateful for choices...knowing when we cannot be around other human beings without coffee that we can choose to have some, put it in a cup that is part of a gratitude ritual and go on to moments where people can actualy escape without our claws raking them through and through....
"a hungry cat can rip everyone apart because it is hungry or it can figure out what it is hungry for and simply eat its dinner"
actually I guess, thinking lingering about me...
it isn't so much that thankfulness and gratitude actually changes what is loathsome and painful,
best I understand and can express at the moment, it gives me awareness that I can focus on what is aweful to the point where it consumes me or I can focus on ____ and let it _________ me.
I literally prayed Lori into my life. I needed a good friend in the worst way. And I sure did get one of the best I've ever had! Sometime, tho, I don't quite know what to do with her. ;)
Joan...might I suggest you re-read the post with the story of the two wolves in it. I think it's the one I called SOMETIMES I JUST GOTTA PREACH.
I think that's what you're talking about and that you've 'got it.' But, maybe that story would reinforce your thought processes. It is a good one!
Glad you wrote that blog .... yes, I did mull over it as I thought...
I almost wonder if it is not so much two wolves that we feed as it is two foods we pick from...sort of like Alice in wonderland with food that made her grow big and food that made her grow smaller
Love you, Skay ... warts and all! Funny how often we are so much like our pets and vice versa. My ol' Blue is a neurotic mess, but a big love-muffin rolled into one. Lily is a little spitfire that loves to snuggle. Both are sort of a paradox with some very opposing characteristics all rolled into one. They both showed up at the same time a couple of summers ago. Most likely escapees from the home of a hoarder when the place was raided by the health department. My "princess" Stormy had been the lone furry royalty for most of her 13 years. She herself had been a feral woodpile cat that took me a month to trap. Stormy took about 5 years to domesticate, though she never fully abandoned her wild ways. She was determined to not make friends with either of the newbies I'd allowed to invade her space. At first she made an uneasy truce. But, shortly before she died, I found her grooming the kitten, Lily. I have felt that Stormy had learned her final lesson before moving on. To learn to love others for who they truly are and to allow them a place in your heart.
Now, ol' Blue still would rather have me and the house to himself. Lily is still determined to keep trying to make friends and loves tormenting Blue in the process. I hope that one day I'll find the two of them snuggled up and taking a nap together.
Some relationships are easy with both parties instantly hitting it off. Others are more tenuous and require patience and persistence before invisible walls and emotional roadblocks give way to sharing what's important heart to heart. True friendship is a gift that keeps on giving. May we all come to know and enjoy the feeling of being loved for who we truly are, warts and all.
Love you Skay ... and loving the wonderful group of people fortunate enough to consider you their friend. ~*~ Karen
Karen, It's obvious to me that you have far more patience than I do. I sincerely hope Miss Daisy...yes, she finally has a name....doesn't stay wild for very long.
I enjoyed your stories of your furry friends.
Hi Sharon and All Perfect Beings like Sharon!
~giggle~ Yes, I am giggling and relating to all you fessed up to here! Only for me it is my cup of tea first thing in the morning. I guess I never really grew up enough to drink coffee. I just remember drinking it with my Grandma when I was a little girl. She made it for me with just a scarce amount of coffee in the bottom of the cup and then filled to the top with cream and sugar! yum! But, then when I realized that real grown ups drank coffee like real grown ups do....it just wasn't for me. ha~ha
Too funny as I read and can see myself in what you shared. We do mirror each other and our reflections are quite dazzling, I think! :) And for today it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about that! ~giggle~
I will share a little quote from a friend I received today and really liked....
"You are complete...
Everything you need you already have. You are complete right now, you are a whole, total person, not an apprentice on the way to someplace else." by Wayne Dyer
Loving your blog!!!
Debbie
And I love your fun comment and WD's quote, Debbie. It's a good one!
You, Codi, and I are all peas in a pod! Love yor blog <3
Thanks, Anonymous. I'm glad you love it.
I suspect we all have our 'Codi' moments.
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