It's over

It happened. I knew it would one day, my friendship with HER is over. I have such a tender spot for wounded animals and people I guess. I have over looked lies, to my face lies...the kind that hurt the most; not to mention drunken displays where I have begged and cried for her not to leave in such a state. I will never forget her birthday. She keeps reminding us, it's her birthday, and she deserves to have fun. When my boyfriend and I realize one way or another she is going to the bar, we just let her go. I pray she makes it down the stairs in heels..I wipe my tears and walk outside and can't find her. I go back upstairs and my cell phone rings, its HER. "Can you please come get me?" she slurs. "Where are you?" I ask. "I have fallen in the ditch across the street. I think I am bleeding too" We jump in the car and drive across the street, to find her with her knees bloody as hell, and she is even more determined we take her to the Pub. We go..because for some reason, I actually thought I could protect her. It's late, and I have to work the next day...so at midnight I tell her I need to go. She opens her purse, and wonders how water got in there, and starts buying a guy at the bar his drinks. Once again, I tell her how late it is, she tells me she will be just fine and I have no choice, I have to be at work early. My boyfriend's ex wife is an alcoholic, so he is more than ready to abandon the Pub, and go back to the apartment. He just got his first impression of HER, and he doesn't have a good feeling about this. The next day, she apologizes, saying it won't happen again. She acts embarrassed, and I let it go. I am not going to throw this up in her face. This does happen again, where she calls into work, saying she has a virus; and she sleeps all day. She has thrown up all day. She feels and looks like hell.
I got a phone call from a dear friend, three weeks or so ago. "I think your room mate is in jail" my friend says...I can hear the worry in her voice. "How do you know?" I ask. "Sorry to have to tell you this, but I saw her picture online, and if you go online, you can read all about it. "Thanks for calling me, I will get back with you" I tell her..and my chest tightens. That's what stress does to me. I go online..and there it is. Mug shot and all...she is even has a slight smile. Reason for arrest is listed as public intoxication. "Damn", I say to myself. I cannot believe this is happening. My thoughts are rushing around in my head, is she hurt? Whose gonna get her out? What do we do?  HER boyfriend bails her out, and her story to me is nothing that matches up with the arrest record online. HER boss calls me, and I have a bad feeling she won't have a job, but he overlooked her story and the fact that she had missed a week of work earlier. What a lucky break for her! No one where she works, wants HER job. And, yes, she is good at what she does. Fast forward a couple of weeks, and it's the week end..and I get the first of several emails and texts. I log into my facebook mail, and there it is, an email from HER. Written quite blunt, she states that if I hadn't figured it out by now, she was moving out of the apartment. I email her back, asking whats going on. It all goes to hell in the next a few hours. I got a rant about how I dump people, and asked why did I ask HER to move in with me? Funny thing is, she asked me, and I am the person who just HAS to help people or find stray animals a home; whether it bites me in the butt or not. She threatened me by text to sue me, and all her words were laced with heated hate. I could feel her anger. I finally asked her if she was drunk...she got offline. It's over now, and it's not that I can't or won't forgive her, I just can't be mistreated anymore. I have cried my last tear over this. Some people you can't help. My daughter gave me some great advice, "surround yourself with people that are uplifting, not the kind that bring you down"  Thanks Lauren, I think your advice is perfect.
 

Being Thankful

Today is a new day, and today I want to appreciate every single thing in my life. Have you ever just made that effort? Thank you God that I woke up, that I had a bed to sleep in, that I ate breakfast; for the wonderful family you have given me. The list goes on in my heart, and mind. Let us not take anything for granted. My sweet Mama told me, "the older you get, the faster time flies by" She is so right! I can't believe my girls are 28, and that I am 50. I remember when I thought 50 was old! I want to enjoy this day completely, but the thought of bills and money always crop their ugly heads. So, I am asking God to help me with this. I surrender it all to him, all my worries. I can hear Dolly Parton and Braid Paisley singing in my head..."when I get where I'm goin',  there will be only happy tears...I will leave this world and the worries I have carried all these years..don't cry for me down here" There are days, that I still feel weepy, that I think of my Daddy, and I see his face. It hurts, and only time will heal that ache. I am thankful he knew Jesus, and he is in a better place now, and someday I will see him and my grandparents again. This brings me comfort. I thank you heavenly Father for giving me such a wonderful earthly Father! One day, my Daddy will be waiting at the gate for me, in fact, I believe with all my heart...that I will have my own welcoming committee. That's just how good God is. Start your day with being thankful, and expect something good to happen. Thank you God for this day, I will try my best to enjoy it fully..and not get mad on the interstate, help me give you all my worries, big and small. Thank you for our salvation.. I know there's a better life waiting across the river. Enjoy your day, and may each of us take nothing for granted! God bless!!!

How's ya Mama and them?

I have been given a wonderful opportunity to help a young lady open a Salon in a small town. A really pretty gray haired lady walked in, and asked me, "Are you the lady with 28 yr old twin daughters?"
um.."yes" I replied, having a quizzical look in my eyes..."how did YOU know that?!" An appropriate question, since I have never met this lady. She flashed a beautiful smile, and told me she had just been to a salon in Loxley; where I am guessing I was the hot topic. I wonder if they "blessed my heart" also? Of course, I am halfway kidding with the blessing, but you have to admit; this is just strange.
 I feel like I have had a stalker. It's an odd feeling, and then a song comes to mind. Do you remember the country song, "Suds in the bucket?" If not, let me inform you of the line that is playing in my brain radio. "Now, all the biddies at the beauty shop, gossipin' non stop..sippin on pink lemonade" I couldn't help but smile as I type that. Small towns..gotta love em. The lovely gray haired lady, returned later that afternoon, and I asked her; "did you remember to give your (inquiring) hairdresser my regards?"  "Yes" she smirked, and we all had a great laugh. It made my day! Okay, back to the Salon: It's called Leila's Nail Salon and Spa in Robertsdale, Al. The owner, Shana Grant; is a beautiful young lady. Our goal, of course, is to provide a tranquil place for you to unwind, and be pampered. Mother's Day is comming up, why not give your sweet Mama a gift certificate? She may want a facial, a wax, manicure or pedicure. Give her the works..after all, you only get one Mama!