And Oh what a buffet it was- BBQ, Asian, southern fried food, and a dessert section that made your mouth water. I watched the World’s Biggest Loser last night and decided to follow their advice when it comes to eating at the buffet. First you walk around, drooling, looking at all that food, and then you make your choice……. I settled for Asian and no desert.
You know what is sad? I come home all excited and happy. I stop at the office to see if my mail arrived and it did. I received a box of bills. Reality really sucks.
Surely and I took a walk this evening and she got the bejesus scared out of her. She is nearly blind, hard of hearing, and there are moments when she is just not with it. This dog, standing on a tree stump let out a woof that would curl the hair on your toes. I thought Surely was going to turn inside out. Of course when she was at a safe distance she let him know who was boss. All small dogs have the heart and soul of a lion.
I am happy to hear that I made my sister a “Three Weird Sister” fan.” Again I will add to my blog lyrics to another song by them. I especially enjoy the song “My Karma Broke Down.” If you are interested go to their website. Three Weird Sisters
Time for bed. Tomorrow will be an adventure. We have to find a Wal-Mart in Memphis. I have a feeling that it will be like finding a needle in a haystack. I will do the Google search thing and pray the directions are right. Until then, enjoy the pictures and the lyrics.
Mama's Hands
By Brenda Sutton©
Today while clutter gathering I glanced into a mirror
And I had to look again a long, long while
For the woman staring from the glass was somehow not just me
But the moment that she grinned I knew her smile.
Those are my mama's hands on my mama's arms
Those are my mama's eyes looking at me
And from my open mouth her laughing voice comes out
And I'm sounding just like her when I was three
"Did you get a boo-boo, Baby? Let me drink those tears."
"There might be a bogey man, but he'd have me to fear."
"Oh, I could grow potatoes from the dirt inside your ears!"
When did my mother slip inside of me?
I remember as a teenager I swore that when I grew up
I would never say the things Mom said to me
But I find my mother's phrases popping out in crazy places
And what's more, they sound like sensibility
That is my Mama's stance and my mama's stare
I even seem to walk with Mama's stride
I'm getting more like her, do I snore like her?
And am I feeling now the things she felt inside?
"You're too young for make-up, Sweetie. Wait 'til you're sixteen."
"I'm not Janie's mother. I don't do this to be mean."
If those clothes fit any tighter, you would bust out every seam!"
When did my mother slip inside of me?
Mama, oh Mama
You never were this smart when I was young
But Mama, oh Mama
It seems the older that I get, the wiser you become
I'm told that there's a mother's curse that every mother places
Upon the head of each child at her knee:
Someday when you grow up you'll have children just like you,
And they'll do the things that you have done to me.
That is my mama's sigh and my mama's nod
I even have her hair, it's turning gray
She gave much more to me than I'll ever know
But I'm finding a new gift with every day
"Worked my fingers to the bone! Now please tell me for what!"
"You're not too big to be spanked. That's why God made your butt."
"We're putting on a little weight around our little gut."
When did my mother slip inside of me?
Those are my mama's hands on my mama's arms
Those are my mama's eyes looking at me
And from my open mouth her laughing voice comes out
And I'm sounding just like her when I was three
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