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Friday, August 8, 2014

Rhymes Without A Song!

“Rhymes Without A Song!” So, why do I have an antique baby powder blue snowflake gem sweater on in the middle of summer? Well, other than my Mom sent it to me this week and I love it and her, it just that sometimes, even when life heats up, we feel cold. In this case, physically cold. PIMP LOL. But, I mean in life. When it heats up? We can either be cold or warm. I choose to be warmhearted. Hence, the gem of a sweater, not to mention, thankfully adorning the spirit of God in me to keep the fires burning! Have a fun weekend, gems! What’s in you adorns you. And, adores you to God and others. But, that’s not saying you can’t have adornment on the outside to feel good and be you. Put forth your inner and outer gem. And, speaking of being you? That takes guts. Don't matta whatcha gots. But, matters whatcha guts. Making do in the middle of doo. Putting out without much to put in. Puttin'. Not poutin'. What I do and what I don't is why I won't. Give up. Having guts and no butts. About it. Have a fun weekend. No buts about it. Remember, we are each a unique snowflake of a person. We’ve each felt like we were a rhyme without a song. And speaking of just that? Here is us being just us, Our new love song called “Rhymes Without A Song”. Stop by. It’s something that is NOT unique to any one of us, but all of us. We can all relate to: Signed, What Occerd To Word Nerd

Sunday, August 3, 2014


“SHTICK SHIFTS & FLUID DRIVES!” Well, to speak fluid plain English, I just got rained on! Fluidly! Imagine that. In Florida. Both. PIMP LOL. Okay, so shifting from my shtick to the rest of the story. Was taking my evening walk early and, as usual, I always carry by big stick for safety and my big shtick for humor, and I stopped to check out this 1941 Chrysler with fluid drive when a sudden storm came upon me. Fortunately for me, the owners of this car were home and invited me in. After which I shared my life story in a short few moments and they shared theirs. You just never know what a storm will bring. New friends. New car? Nah. Not right now, at least. But, I can dream and hope. I so want this car. It is so me. Only $3,999.00 away from it being mine. Gotta sell some more CD’s. And, yes. I did have some of our band cards with me. You just never know when you might run into some other musicians needing a band or some music lovers needing new music. I had earlier run into someone else walking their dog and we got to talking about music and gave them a card. I always carry a couple when I walk. Walking keeps the fluids going and carrying cards keeps the music flowing fluidly and carrying by big shtick keeps the juices and humor flowing. Keeps me driven. Some day driving. But, I so wouldn’t mind having the fluids flowing in this car while I am behind the wheel. Just sayin’. Oh And, the storm ended up lasting over an hour and they finally took me home after offering the spare bedroom and a meal. It' still raining! I love storms. You just never know when you may have to use your shtick shift to keep your drive fluid! Signed, Just A Hick With Schtick


So, after hearing some gossip, I've been thinking about how we try to hide a tear in an ocean. Or, hide an ocean in a tear. Either way? He seas. He knows the diff between man overboard and when we've gone overboard with our thoughts or words. Whether we cause the waves that take us overboard or just happen to be on that ship of fools being tossed about, He seas and cares. We have, within our power, when we hear gossip, to stir the pot or stir the heart. To assail or sail. If we pass on the hurtful gossip we stir the pot and become part of the crashing waves even if it shows the truth and rights us. If we are quiet, we can stir hearts by letting God work. The latter is most difficult. We all want to be righted and have others know the real truth. We all like that, right? But, being righted can't  always be within our rights lest we wrong others, too. It’s a lonely walk on that high road sometimes. And, we sure would love to take the low road for just enough time to be right. Cross over that bridge of troubled waters, but stop for just a sec, right? Instead? We should be sailing out on the ocean of a higher calling of God’s truth and letting His waves of calm seas be the balm of healing.  The calm and the balm wipes away the tears. Whether the high road or the high seas, He seas. Thankfully.  Lest we go overboard! We try so hard to hide our tears in an ocean and an ocean in our tears. But, He seas. Signed, Overboard & Under Adored