Friday, November 6, 2009
OK...almost 14 hours after I wrote this morning's post...the joke is on me!
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Hit the Delete!
I thought very seriously about deleting the post below but then I thought...nah. I think everyone is completely missing what a meant. When I have time tonite I'll try to do damage control, ha!
Good grief...at almost 56 years of age I am most definitely comfortable in my skin. I don't care one way or the other how well liked I am. That's not what I was trying to say.
But the written word is a fickle thing. I knew what I was trying to say but obviously it didn't come out right.
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guilt: a feeling of responsibility or remorse for some offense, crime, wrong, etc., whether real or imagined.

Guilt.
Ah, my old friend!
We go back a long way.
When in life do we become encumbered by feelings of guilt? I don't remember it in the carefree days of my very early youth. But I do remember the first time I was accused of something I'd done and I felt guilty because I knew I deserved the tongue-lashing I received for it. I was maybe 6 or 8...somewhere around those ages...and I stole a piece of bubble gum from a 5-&-Dime store in the small town I grew up in. The owner...who happened to be our next door neighbor...saw me do it and told me if he ever caught me doing it again he'd tell my Dad! Well, that put the fear of all fears in me. Not that I was afraid of my Dad...he was a pretty easy-going guy for the most part...but I was afraid of losing my 'good girl' persona. Being good -- back then-- was very important to me.
I used to read a blog on a daily basis. In fact, it was one of the first ones I'd click on every morning. I enjoyed the writer's sense of humor, their insights into the world around them, their very good writing skills. And this person also came to mine. A comment was left. I wasn't offended. I've been chided for my religious beliefs enough in life that I've become very thick-skinned where that's concerned...we're all entitled to our opinions and I figured this person was entitled to theirs as well. It was around this time I became tired of this writer's use of the "F" word, tho. Here and there I can handle it, I guess, tho I absolutely abhor it and I don't understand why so many bloggers or writers worth their salt need to even use it. But I decided to quit visiting. And this writer also quit coming to mine around the same time, too. Because I had commented back that I also felt sorry for them for their feeling sorry for me. I can't imagine a life without God in it. But oh well...it's all water under the bridge and I don't imagine either one of us feels much of a loss. We were alike in a lot of ways, but fundamentally our worlds were worlds apart.
But every now and then I do get to wondering. I wonder if I offended them. Because I just kind of disappeared from their radar screen. Blip blip blip...bloop......blooop.....bloooooooooop. I hope they don't think it was because I was offended. If they'd get rid of the "F" word I'd probably be back there in a minute. Because...in a lot of ways...I miss going there. I hope they don't think, "There she is...another one of those kind of Christians! Close-minded hypocrite!" because, truly, I'm not. Just ask the thousands of kids I loved and nurtured while I worked for the schools. Who loved me in return, no matter how wild and unruly they were. Ask my neighbors. Ask my family. I just. don't. like. the. "F". word. Period.
And so...if this writer/former reader ever stumbles across this and would like me to become a fan again, it was the "F" word!!!! That's all!
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
As the world goes insane yet again around me...
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
For lack of any original thoughts in my brain tonite...
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Random Dozen
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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Friday, October 30, 2009
Mind Puddle Potpourri....
I blogged recently about ear worms, those pesky songs you hear...like on Muzak in department or grocery stores, in elevators...that stick in your brain and go on instant replay for days at a time. I get plagued with them a lot, maybe because I have a trivia junk yard for a mind and I can remember the lyrics to songs from...oh...50 years ago. Today's lyrics? Fuhgeddaboutit. I don't even listen to today's music for the most part, as far as pop and all the other youth-oriented stuff goes. I don't think I've ever heard a Miley Cyrus song. Or Jonas Boys or Brothers or whoever, whatever they're called. I. Don't. Have. Time. But an old Beatles song? "Happy Together" by the Turtles? "Our House" by Crosby Stills & Nash? "Taxi" by Joni Mitchell? Oh, I could go on and on and on. But every now and then I'll catch myself singing something over and over again and I'll suddenly begin really listening to what I'm singing. And quite often it'll be something like this:
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Selective hearing...or so I'm told...
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
Time...or the lack thereof...is the enemy here...
I sent a card to a friend the other day, one who lost her mom a few months back. She'd been on my mind a lot lately and whenever a person sticks in my brain for more than a day or two, when I know they're going thru a difficult time, I usually do a 'follow-up' and send off an "I'm thinking of you" note to them. This friend is not a close one but we're working on that. I've known her on the periphery of my life for many years but it wasn't until a few years ago when she began working at the business my son works for that I became better acquainted with her. Back then, before I began taking care of the grandboys, I had a part time job and then the one at my son's work where I'd do data entry work whenever I was needed. M had begun doing the bookkeeping there and we began chit chatting as our paths crossed. I found out she's a very nice person to know. Nite before last I'd headed for bed not long after my usual bedtime of around 7 pm -- I get up at 3:15, for those of you reading who may never have visited here before -- and around 8 my daughter stuck her head in the bedroom and whispered, "Mom?" I was on the cusp of falling in to deep sleep but I heard her whisper and mumbled, "Huh?" from under my pillows. "Did you hear the phone ring?" she asked. "No," I told her. "It was MT calling. She thought she was calling early enough to speak to you but I told her no, you'd gone to bed a while ago. She said, 'I knew she went to bed early but I didn't know it was THAT early!'
Yes, M...it is THAT early.
Sigh.......
Was I ever that nite owl in my younger years where I'd sit up and read or write or embroider until 2 in the morning?! When Dear Hubby and the kids were tucked in and asleep and I had the house to myself? The peace and quiet I sorely needed to keep my soul balanced and healthy? Not that I'm not balanced and healthy...but you know what I mean. Time to refresh myself. Time to just be me. In my life now...that's where blogging comes in, the little windows of time here and there I find to just...ramble...for the most part, for lack of a better description. It keeps me balanced and healthy. And sane. Or sort of sane. I know this much: I would wither up and blow away if I didn't have it. Like dandelion fluff on the wind.
Where are all my Coffee Stop bloggers? I've been noticing long gaps between posts. Is time their enemy too? Lack of interest? Real life interrupting?
Just wondering. Just missing.
(PS to myself...I say that, then I looked as I posted this and noticed most have updated in the past several hours. But that was not the case beforehand! Or maybe I've lost what marbles I had left!)
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tea for two and two for tea....
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Charity begins at home....
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Young love, our love...we share with deep emotion...

These two versions of "Where I'm From" are from my young bloggy friend Jaggy and her brand-new husband, The Man. When I say brand-new, I mean a husband of one week! Jaggy is my honorary 'niece'...or so I feel about her. I've been following her blog for a long time now and I told her a long time ago she reminds me so much of myself a million years ago when I was her age. Our minds work alike in a lot of ways. I was around when she first met The Man, who was The Boy back then. Oooooooh, young love! 'Seeing' this romance blossom from the words she wrote on her blog entries has brought back a lot of the memories of the courting days of Dear Hubby and me. I think I've written before how Dear Hubby told his friends when they'd dropped me off at my parents' house after our first date that, "Someday I'm going to marry that girl." These two young lovers sound as if they come from similar backgrounds, as Dear Hubby and I did, and after 35 years together I can say that sharing a lot of the root values in life have helped to enrich our lives. I'm sure they'll enrich Jaggy's and The Man's, too. Thank you, Jaggy and The Man, for letting me share these wonderful poems. First we hear from Jaggy:
I am from the forgotten streambed where cattle roamed, from Bookmobile forays and too-short sweat pants.
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Saturday, October 24, 2009
Oregon Coast Sunset
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Loretta left a comment a couple of blog entries ago after I posted a lovely 'anonymous' poem about hanging clothes out on the clothesline. She told me how her mother had certain places on the line where certain items went and she'd have them take them down and do it over again if they hadn't hung the clothes correctly. That brought back memories of when my Mom decided it was time to teach me how to make a 'proper' bed. I had to have been one of the most stubborn children ever created on this earth, as well as being a diehard tomboy, and household chores were not on the top of my priority list. But when I was around 10 Mom told me it was high time I learned how to change bed linen. Then began our battle of wills. My father had taught her the military way of making beds so she set out by demonstrating to me how it was done. Then it was my turn. Nope, no good. Then again. Nope...still no good. And again...and each time she'd strip the bed down to the mattress and make me do it from scratch. By the time I finally succeeded in doing it 'right' I was reduced to tears. Kind of like those "Naughty Chair" sessions on "Supernanny"? Where I was forced to keep at it until I did it correctly? Oh, how I resented my mother on that day. But years later as my mother-in-law was passing thru our bedroom she told me, "One thing you do that I admire so much is what a lovely bed you make." If my mom had been looking down from heaven that day, I'm sure she had a good chuckle!
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Friday, October 23, 2009
Private Pain
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