"Greetings"

Another day has come and gone. Tis' the midnight hour and I am burning the midnight candle. I seem to write with more concentration well into the evening hours when there is no ringing phone or knocks upon the door. I thought I would post a picture of myself so that you can have a look at who it is that is posting these entries. The writing I speak of are short stories. They are non-fiction and about my life's experiences. It may not be a big deal to some but to others it may touch your heart in some way and maybe even open a door for you that was shut in your life. Hmm...life's experiences...that's a good one. Everyone has them. Some are good and some are bad. I used to hold in my anger and anxiety and then I ended up very ill with 10 surgeries and numerous invasive tests under my belt of life. Now, I share what is on my oveloaded plate...and I don't mean food, [besides, I love food and can be quite selfish when it comes to my favorites 0:) ]. I also laugh a lot. It feels so wonderful when you get that deep down belly laugh and you laugh so hard you cry. Wow! I can do it so hard that my kids will become a little worried asking me if I am okay because I can't stop. What a hoot! One of my favorite shows is "Funniest Home Videos" and I watch it as often as I can. There was a man I had heard of who actually "laughed away his cancer". He was told basically to go home and die but instead he went home and watched comedy every day and he was cured! I, myself, have had cancer twice, and I have had some serious operations as well but I am still here and I am still laughing. What about you? Do you like to laugh? Do you like how it feels inside you when you have a truly good laugh? Isn't it magical to hear your children laugh? God was so good when He gifted us with laughter. It literally melts anger...that's a powerful tool isn't it.

One of my short story books is about everything I can remember in my life that was related to laughter. I remember when I was a little girl and when our Uncle would come in from camp he would have a bar of McKintosh Toffee for each of us. I offered my Dad a bite and he kept refusing. As he turned his head away while saying, "No sweetie-pie, I..." , that was when I shoved my bar into his mouth. His teeth clamped down hard upon the gluey toffee. Several minutes passed and the toffee was firmly cemented into my Daddy's mouth. "Daddy, can I have my toffee back? DADDY, CAN I HAVE MY TOFFEE BACK?"...one good yank and I had my toffee back alright...right along with my Dad's dentures! They found me about a block away still running on my skinny little legs and dusty old shoes.

Life is a story, you just have o know where to look. Life can also hurt and that needs to be shared as well...just don't forget to end with a laugh or you may lose yourself down the drain of turmoil.

Goodnight for now, my friends. May your eyes become beautifully heavy as you lay your sleepy head upon your pillow. When you arise may there be blue skies and a smell of fresh air beginnings!