Humility and Other Stuff

(well for the love of crackers and hot chocolate, I cannot center this to save my formidable arse)


As I have stated in various posts this blog is not really an avenue for me to gain a large audience. It is an avenue for me to write and whomever finds their way here either by invitation or some unfortunate mishap is welcome. I am eternally in transition, as I suspect we all are, were the truth known. I write about my life in Christ and I write about my character defects and I write stream of consciousness more than less. I think stream of consciousness is attractive to me because I can jump from one thought to another without burdening myself with a set of criteria.

Oh dear, I just had an alarming thought. Please grant me this one request. If there is a writing criteria for stream of consciousness please don't tell me. I don't see how it would be possible to set a criteria for steam of consciousness. One day that stream may flow full and swift; the next it may meander along twisting and turning at random. God, why don't I just shut up? I did mention humility as if I have a modicum of it.

Humility sucks suggests that I have been playing around the edges of that most desirable of character traits. Events conspired this week to put the mirror of character defects before me. One look into that mirror exposed me for a temperamental, self-absorbed, angry woman, at least for the set of events of this particular week. I would like to add, in an attempt to gather a bit of my self-respect back, that I was and have been under the influence of steroids. Steroids have the unfortunate effect on me of setting myself only slightly lower than a god. A mean tempered little god, not a loving or benevolent god. No, I trend to the mythical gods who at every opportunity held themselves above all other gods. In an unfortunate twist of moods, I also become sensitive to any and all stimulation that enters my world. I guess I would have to commit to the assignation of "ass-hole god". Yes, that fits. Diabolically I rarely inform the people around me that I am under the influence of steroids. Hence, they encounter a sensitive ass-hole bearing no resemblance to a god, big or small for no apparent reason at all.

Several days later and no clue where I was headed with the humility stuff. That humbles me a bit.













for pity's sake I cannot get this dang alignment to go back to the left leaving me square in the middle a position with which i have very little frame of reference. it serves me right after posting this adorable child who lightens up my every day and i have the nerve to place him in a post that seems to be leading nowhere at all. AND, yes, I have chosen the left alignment and saved it and done it again and saved it again so please reserve comments (as if....hilarious guffaws and peals of laughter)

Horse feathers and cotton candy!

Roast Beef and Radishes!

 

As I was going out of my umble jumper,

I met a rerock toting away my randy pipe.

I said to myself if I had my tit ma tat

I'd make that rerock throw down my randy pipe.

 

Hence, the "other stuff"!

 

Short curtsy,

blow of a kiss

a wing of the eye

 

Good-bye!