Don't pooh-pooh on my parade

Don't you just hate it when someone tries to do that. Here I had my parade all planned out. I, of course, was the Grand Marshall, my lineup was down and it was nearing the end with the signing of divorce papers. Then before it could culminate with my Divorce Sale(May 4, BTW)an unnamed person had to get in my face and try to pooh-pooh my parade. After feeling bad for a while, I decided this was not going to happn. Now I'm really pissed off and will find a way to make sure my new start in life is not off on a bad note. My soon to be ex is not the instigator. He and I had everything worked out. This came from a totally different area of my life. But I have a plan in place and my parade will march on. I've placed my ad and my sale will go forward. I'm going to get rid of all the clutter in my life, and hopefully, people will carry some of it away. Aside from my job, my writing and photography career will be what I'm focusing on most. As for who tried to pooh-pooh on my parade it doesn't matter. The person didn't succeed and I will prevail. Writing and photography are what I breath for and dearly love. Dating ... now that scares the hell out of me.

Smelling roses and falling into sink holes

While growing up I loved my late grandmother's flowers. They were beautiful. She could grow anything, and I can remember a few occasions when I took her plants I'd pretty much killed for her to revive.

A few years ago I started gardening and loved it. Then I changed jobs, my time became limited and my gardening suffered. I downgraded to my climbing roses, a rose tree, a mini rose bush and hanging baskets for my arbor.

I had also made a sitting area with a bench, a pot holding my mini rose bush and some sculptures. This area is where an oak tree used to be. When we moved in we had the tree cut and the stump gound. Now the area around where the stump was is sinking in. And now onto my feet ...

For years, I've had a continuing problem with my feet called plantar faceitia. I spent a year hobbling around because this condition had strained my Achilles. I had a procedure done in November and have been much better until ...

I stepped into the sinking hole. After pulling my left foot (my worst) out of the hole, I hobbled around screaming in pain and spat a few curse words. Then I sat down on my bench which started slowly sinking into the holes. I scrambled to get up and fell onto my butuckous. I then gave up, lay on the ground and started laughing hysterically.

I looked at the beautiful sky. I could smell my roses and was grateful that I'd found something in life that I shared with my grandmother. I know she's in heaven, and I wondered if she was laughing at me.

Eventually, I pulled myself together and realized a few of my neighbors who were also working in their yards were laughing. I slowly pulled myself up, waved at them showing that I was okay and limped toward the front door.

As I passed my climbing roses I smelled them once again and said, "Hello Mawmaw."

Returning to the dark ages

There will be large gasps for breath and shrieks of horror when I make this announcement. I'm no longer in the modern cell phone world, instead I'm back in the dark ages and couldn't be happier.

I graduated to the smart phone world a few years ago when I purchased a Blackberry. I was on contract and kept this phone for two years but never really liked it. It was too much for my pea brain. The keys were way too tiny for my chunky fingers, and I always hit wrong numbers, letters, etc. Also, I never used all the functions so when the contract was up, and with a divorce pending, I decided to try another route to save money.

Budgeting is important to me now more than ever so I decided on a preprice plan, $50 for talk, text and web. Note: I blame my soon-to-be-ex and my boss for my new budget, mainly because they are men. Also my boss (who has a great sense of humor :)) controls my paycheck and well, my soon-to-be-ex, I think is self-explanatory. :)

The plan worked but I hated the phone, which has lasted only one month. It was a Droid and full of aps and had a touch screen. The texting about drove me up the wall. I was constantly hitting wrong letters, and I don't even want to go into making a phone call. Also, Boost coverage is not right for me.

This weekend I purchased a cheap flip phone and love it. If I get decent signal coverage it's a winner. I don't dread using my phone anymore. Over the past month, there were many times I've wanted to throw the Droid in the river, in front of an 18-wheeler or watch it die a slow agonizing death. At this point in my life I hope I never have to use another Droid or even Droid's brother or sister.

Overall, I'm really am adaptable person so my phone handicap is surprising to me. But I must say being in the dark ages is alot less stressful. Ah, peace!