How to have Faith while being Clumsy

    I have always been clumsy. I remember spilling my milk at the supper table at least once a

week,when I was young, my dad cursed, with my mom getting a T-Towel(handy because she understood,and foreseen the Spillage). Later in life I would just fall down, nothing tripped me, just BAMM!! There I was... down. Then, my luck, I would get married to a great man that lived on a hill! Oh yeah, people, we are North Little Rock cliff dwellers from Arkansas. And when it rains, and all those fallen leaves get wet, it gets interesting. One time it was raining and my husband and I were getting in our vehicle and as he got in,and started up the car, I slid down, just like the movie McClintock!

with all the mud! He couldn't see me, my legs were under the car!!! Oh no, right?! No lie! With the car running, he couldn't hear me hollering. He says that he remembered 'Where did she go?' It so happened that one of my sons seen me go down but he also slid down. That's when my husband knew something was up (or down).

    Always wanting to be balanced,wishing just to be normal, but without perfect timing,there's no way on earth. I need to look beyond the clumsiness and not as 'graceful' as others, I tend not to dwell on it,brush off, and go on my merry way.This too shall pass.(the spilling etc,)    don't think the affliction was passed to any of my sons, at least I don't think so. So I take one day at a time, and I make sure not to be so upset about it. And also it helps to foresee future falls, always count steps when walking down stairs, pay attention to the 'surface or texture', like wet floors, wet steps. Make sure there is plenty of light where you walk, cause one time I missed a step on my deck and it was dark, here I was with clean pressed uniform(was),big lunch bag,purse,and travel cup with coffee in it. Boom! There I was a'wollerin' on the ground, my dogs in the back yard fenced didn't know what I was since I was in the shadows.
I said, "Shut up,you idiots! It's me.. Moma!",it wasn't their fault they seen a big o blob on the ground all scary looking. Ha, but I didn't

spill my coffee!
But there is one good thing out of being clumsy, when there is ice, and

everybody is sliding around and falling and you're not. It's because you have had plenty of practice.
　

　

Brady bunch yard sale

I love my husband, but when I married him, he had a small issue about clothes.*a reminder to my readers that I didn't 'live' with him first, maybe I should of( just kidding) You know how when a woman and a man fixin' to go out on a date get all fixed up and look nice?..well.... I think men are blessed in this world where mostly all they need to do is comb their hair,and put some nice clothes. Mmmm, nice clothes. My husband and I had been married a week, and we were going out to a fish house to eat. I did my usual thing, make-up, perfume, nice jeans and cute blouse, grabbed my purse and got in the car, Tony was (as usual) waiting for me,he was driving then I happened to glanced over and I couldn't believe my eyes. (he already was backing up)I took it for granted that he HAD been getting DRESSED."You wearing THAT?" It was a stripped shirt, tattered on the collar, faded,and it was pink I think,even though "it" was tucked in.
"What?",as he put the brakes on.
"Because it looks awful."I said
As he slammed it in park, he said in his best defense,"It's CLEAN."
He just looked at me, he could tell I was not happy so Tony commenced to get out of the car and went BACK in the house, yes he seemed a little mad.But what did I know, I didn't know the man I married as much as I thought, so all almost huffy and mad, he  dug around for a better shirt. I didn't push my luck, but I had to know something. We were almost finished with our meal looking across my our desserts, I looked at him and asked, "Honey, where DID you get that shirt,anyway, I mean how long have you had it?"
He grinned, "Since the 70's"
     (as I was trying NOT to choke on my iced tea) I heard him laugh a little, "That shirt was my favorite, but all I have is old stuff, I'm glad I have someone to advice me."
Was that an insult?I still don't know, but I think he had been a bachelor too long. Anyway, from across the table, I got a GRAND idea, cause I loved him and I wanted to help.And some time later I did mention that some of his shirts came from a 'brady bunch yard sale'. I think he just shrugged. So that Christmas was special, I bought him a few shirts, business casual, regular t-shirts, a leather bomber jacket ( he looked so good in it) and a warm coat so he won't mess up the leather one. That year, we went to his sister's house, of course my husband was wearing all NEW clothes, (he's the baby out of 9 children), I got looks,  I didn't know what the looks were for, new to the family and all, plus I remember they (the sisters and sisters-in-law) scared the heck out of me, but of course, not now, I was kinda alarmed, they all had these Big EYES and shall I say BIG MOUTHS (sorry, had to go there.)They were all doing the "what?" silently with their mouths, but from behind my husband's back, one of the sister's mouthed silently "Thank you"then grinned. "Whew!" I thought, I wasn't the only one thinking of Brady Bunch.








                                              

Roadie

I dont

have Road Rage, it's more like driving with Road Aggravation. I drive to and from work for a good 45 minutes. Then I take a back highway, so I see a lot of interesting things along the way. I talk out loud. I'll give you a few samples....

"I hate YOU blu-tooth chick!"(on no hands phone thang in my car)

"Detour?!".     "Sorry."(after running over a squirrel).         "Ahhhhh!!!!"     ( head lights shine on a Zombie looking man on side of the road).             "No! Not  YOU again, I'm late!"(bicycle man that doesn't pull over).                "Thank-You for the blinker!" (there was no blinker).       "Dude!!!".        "Nice truck.". ( nice truck).         "Get off my butt!!".       "Yeah, let me blink my lights,  A cop is back is back there."       . "Come on, you piece of crap.".(talking to my car)   "Come on, Baby, that's it."(talking to my car)

Moma Glue (a story about Sherry Newton)

My Moma

Moma and Dad

I had been visiting my mom, she had colon surgery, yes, it was cancer, we just hope they got it all. I had took a few steps along after I had got out of my car, as my husband greeted me, he was waiting out on the front porch,seems like he always been waiting on me, the thought hit me. My mother was the GLUE to our whole family,what were we all to do? She is the one that keeps this whole family together!I said it out loud too. My husband agreed with me with a somber "Yep." I wanted to fall apart, but I didn't want to go to pieces in front of my husband, plus I was NOT a big baby, but boy, did I FEEL like one. I'm somewhat over 50 :) and here I was having a pity party for myself. I would call my best friend on the phone, but you see, that would be my Moma. I felt lost, and not to mention my Dad..... Lordy. My moma has spoiled him so much , there is no way I could hold a candle to her and how to deal with him. It would of been almost cute, but up at the hospital he seemed so lost and forlorn. But he is 78, I think. My mom is 73.Not sure of their ages right now,pretty exhausted.  My family has had a few very high hurdles,if ya know what I mean,  but with my Dad's hot Texan Temper, no one could escape his 'Loud Fatherly advice' but with my Moma's Oklahoma's sweet natured-Sunday-school -teacher's calming charm and peace maker ways, o' Dad didn't have a chance, and the supposedly almost victim lived another day.
Soft socks.  I kept thinking of silly socks as I was eating in the hospital cafeteria with Dad that I could buy my Moma those really soft socks. I know that's not much, but I don't know what else to do besides be there for her and buy her socks (soft ones).               So, I find myself having to be  
very strong,(pull yourself up from the boot-straps thang). I am hoping and praying that along the way while this very strong and loving woman has instilled some of that "GLUE" within me as I was I was being raised as a child, to infuse into my being as a person to do well on earth, and to have some-what high MORALS like a good person should. I close my eyes and take a

Deep trembling breath, I shouldn't ask for favors from God, I am no one special, why would he grant me anything? I NEED her, Lord. Or US shall I say.Still again I don't know what to do.I need some Moma Glue.Maybe I have it already. I know this sounds stupid, but I'm thinking of Spiderman; "Great powers, comes Great Responsibilities". Later she woke up from an very serious operation she smiled and asked if we had breakfast. The Moma Glue is very powerful. ( I smiled back)

the soft socks

The Hobby Of Sleep

I tell my friends that every time I sleep, it's a clean slate. That's how I can get up @ 4:00 in the morning and it's the best time to write, only if I had plenty of sleep, slept on my red pillow and no one had text me a like at 10:30, cause I had went to sleep @ 7:45 pm, and that including Facebook. I've had 'friends' put a photo of their new puppy at midnight, leaned up from deep slumber, looked at the cute pup, 'liked it', then couldn't go to sleep again. I would put my phone on silence but I'm afraid I won't hear my alarm. And I know the second I wake up, if I have slept enough. It also helps if you're on any medication, being epileptic.

But I remember that I used to party, clubbing with my friends, I don't know how I did it, staying up like I did, it wasn't that long ago.( I don't think  so anyway) And you know how other women think of new dresses, or shoes, new cars, MEN? Well, often I think of ole RED. Life is good.

*foot note*. Happily married with a man that has his OWN soft pillow.

Scaring Cheerleaders and Smokers

Every 16 year old wants to be cool.

Everything is impressionable at that age, negative  or positive. I was no different. I was a watcher, curious of how other teenagers reacted to things. I didn't exactly envy them, just curious. I watched the kids go sneak off and smoke cigarettes, I remember wondering how they got by with it. I would go to the gym's rest room, and they would be in there, looking all cool, I know, cause as I washed my hands (slowly), I watched them. On how, they held their cigarettes, and sometimes if I was

lucky, a girl smoker would do a smoke ring in the air,as the other would (French inhale) Because I was invisible to them, a Nobody, a girl was not cool, I wasn't mad, I excepted it as a non- groovy life.

But the other kind of girls I really watched, it was the CHEERLEADERS. They were the upper crust, lionesses, princess-celebrity-chicks,beautiful Barbi doll gals,





The top cats on the food chain.

Me in the Pep Squad,1975                    

They were always in a Horde, not herd, that would be heifers.They were always graceful, dainty but strong, with all the popular and unpopular football players well, lets face it, it was ALL the boys around them. I didn't envy them either .               I  admired  them, and I  would revere  from afar.         One day my world changed.   The whole class had to write a Scary story. Any kind, no holds bar. So I wrote a story on a crazy Frankenstein cat that killed, can't remember, been a few years.   There were stories that were funny Some threw paper airplanes and gum wrappers, and booed,but some expected it. But when I stood up and read mine, it took awhile but it dawned on me, there was no paper or gum wrappers, I looked up and the tough smoker girls AND the cheerleaders were listening. I read my story, and as the Frankenstein cat round up killing his master.  I took my seat, and a very blond cheerleader turned around and said "that was really good" then some other cheerleaders chimed in as well, (maybe she was the leader, don't know), I remember my heart beating very fast.Then after the class, I was by my locker, and one of the smokers (wearing a cool Bret) and said" that cat story was cool" My whole world and universe tipped on its axis.  I hope that my writing will make a difference in a persons life,  sad or happy(depending on the story).  Hoping someone that reads any of my writing will believe and respond to their own sensibility. Touch some one's heart and soul. If it wasn't for the smokers and cheerleaders, I don't think I'd be writing,thanks girls.                            

Being Different

I wish I could write about one of my loves, my job, but I can't because of privacy issues,since I am a nurse assistant. Seems like a lot of fellow bloggers write on hobbies like photography or sewing,and grandchildren, so they have plenty to blog about. Here I am with my imagination and
some-what coherent ramblings.



All alone, but that's OK. On my island,free-standing,and unaffiliated.And I'm  not apologizing for my writing(never)but kinda giving you, my readers 'heads-up', here
we go on  one of my crazy but happy 'reverie', my

roller coaster

blogging, just saying. I guess i need some cheese with my wine. That's a joke y'all.

 

WARNING WILL ROGERS!!! Writer's Block!!

    Lost In Space isnt the word for it, actually, there were no words at all. Blank, writer's block.






I believe someone when they said 'If you're a writer, write something every day', in my case, I put any writing on hold, cause of a special banquet I had to go to. Yep, writer's block. That may sound crazy, but it was such a big deal to me, that I took three months off of any kind of writing.


And since I'm writing this, I don't have writers block, 'oh, contrare', still feel like I'm stuck, not sure of myself. Just writing this, is therapy,ha.
If writing means as much to you as it does me, it's almost painful to write, to be that passionate about something, at the moment I will call it 'Bleeding out'. And when you sit at a computer, ready to write, to create, to put your dreams and visions on paper (or pc)so that blinking line is a powerful thing, a blank page can intimidate you, it's waiting on You! Pulsing with a life of it's own. (too dramatic, yep)
I've always written, don't know if was any good to anyone besides me oh, I've written plays when I was 10 years old.





                  Oh, they were childish, because I was a child.  So dont do what I did, and take three months off of something that I always thought about, always loved, something that I HAD to do like breathing. Inhale....exhale.... I'm writing again.          

Breakfast!!!

My husband surprised me this morning, he works a 12 hr shift,it was 5:30, and I had the day off. He hollered cheerfully ( that part is foggy, sleepy) "I'm gonna take you to eat breakfast." I was out of bed like lightning! I love eating breakfast, especially if its loud of elderly men talking and laughing at each other jokes, fresh newspapers rattling, silverware and plates pinging, and lets not forget the great smell of old-fashioned food. I think it all goes back to when I was young, my Mom would take my brother and I to old fashioned cafes, but my favorite was the one place all the people would gather and 'catch-up' it was the Clement's Donut Shop in Conway Arkansas.     So the sunrise, fresh coffee, good food, and a great husband, It doesnt get any better than that.  (kudos to I-40 family resturant in Morgan,Arkansas and Tony Wayne Guthrey)

Quotes I love

"Even if you are on the right track,you'll get run over if you just sit there"- Will Rogers "I do not participate in any sport with ambulances at the bottom of a hill. -Erma Bombeck" "I've
learned that people will forget what you said,people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."- Maya Angelou
"A dream fuelled by purpose, fired by passion and followed with persistence will definitely change the world" -Dr. Mani Sivasubramanian







"“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”-Maya Angelou

Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.- Mother Teresa

Pre-Gala

Dress (that's not lint, it's glitter) :)

Jewelry


Hair ( maybe)


Uh! I feel like a fish out of water! I am excited and grateful that I was picked but golly. Need to go to walmart. The funny part( to me) when I tried the dress on I looked like an Opera singer, all I need is that crazy head dress. You know that old saying 'Not till the fat lady sings?'. Well she's a singin'. ( wish me luck, it's next week.)

Blessed

Here I am, it's after midnight and we are in bed. My husband is beside me, I have my chihuahua Josie in-between us, they are asleep, and I have a good romance novel in my hand. Usually my husband Tony has to work, he was off tonight, and it all dawned on me that I am SO blessed! I closed my eyes awhile ago and prayed 'Thank you'. That's pretty much it for right now, but I missed y'all.

Be safe, love Dee Guthrey

Slyvanus Walker Blackburn (my great,great, great uncle)

The Blackburn family was a closely-knit , hardy courageous group.  They had
just begun to establish themselves in the Ozarks  (War Eagle,Benton county)when the Civil War tore them asunder. 
Slyvanus Walker Blackburn, was the first of the family to come here.  He came in 1832, from Tennessee with only a team of oxen seeking new land.  He chose a fertile spot in the bend of the War Eagle River for there he saw straight tall trees and hewing logs for his home.  There was plenty of wild game and fish for his food, but one wonders what else he may had to eat for this was a forest uninhabited by other human beings.  When spring came, Sylvanus returned to Tenn. for his wife Katherine, whom he had married when they were sixteen, and told such glowing stories of the Ozarks to his family, about the beautiful country with its abundant fertile land,clear streams and many kinds of wild game, that they too decided to come to the Ozarks:his mother and father, bringing with them his sisters, Jerusha, Franke, and Lucinda.  The brothers *Ambrose, William and James came as soon as they could dispose of their belongings in Tennessee, all eager to homestead the virgin soil and to build their own homes, which they did in and near War Eagle.

Once again, this is a big part of my family tree. I had help from my Mom to help me to get the story of WAR EAGLE. I remember sitting beside my mother in libraries looking up the really old records off the Microfilm. I asked her if it was exciting to find ancestors and how they lived, she said "YES!!"

As I'm Driving.....

           I like to drive,unless its raining really hard or when there is ice on the road. I dont talk on the my cell or text while  driving. Even tho I have hands free blu tooth(who I tend to fuss at, I know its not human, but give me a break, I hate that lady jetsons-robot voice) and I have a app that tells me where the cops are, not that I would speed or anything like that. I dont get that many calls anyway, unless someone wants something( you know what I mean?) It is a 45 minute drive more or less that I commute in the morning and I do that again in the afternoon. Its the morning that I get these ideas. I have small rough drafts of stories that I entertain myself sort-of and thats when I find out that someone either lives(in my stories), or a song comes on the radio, and I find out a certain character decided to break up with her husband,or even Ive had a brand new person come into a story, and I would think to myself, 'Where did you come from?' To me, writing a story, it comes alive somewhere, and it kinda 'cooks',or bubbles,ferments, it kinda sits there, in your mind, heart and soul, and these characters have a mind of their own, and most of the time, I the writer dont even know what my 'people' are going to do. On one story which is really intense, I let the characters have full reign, yeah, I know, but they are like children, you give birth, but they have their own personality and individuality,but simular to children, they are free, the mother of the creation of them holds her breath, and hope they fly because they are free to start with, you the mother hope for the best, ruin or be acomplished and you want  everything great for that child (a story). I joke to my friends and family that when I get up @ 4 in the morning, its a clean slate, fresh, ready to write, but when I drive, that slate is hot-on-the-press, ready to go, creative juices still flowing. I have pulled into the parking lot at my job, and jot down what I had been thinking about. I have dreamed of an idea also. I havent been driving too long in my adult life, like 6 yrs now, still learning, but with the combination of driving and crafting my universe forever blooms and I hope it never ceases. Drive happy and be Safe, with love, Dee Guthrey 

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