It's All in the Attitude!

Last week, I received a phone call from a Sidney teacher, who is retired and worked many years in various capacities there. I was surprised by the phone call and we arranged a lunch date. This particular gal has had a bit of a rough time in many ways and she is getting her life back on track. How do we get so derailed in this thing called life? Are we all suppose to have trials and tribulations in life in order to learn? If so, what are we suppose to be learning? What are the lessons to be learned and how do you go about fixing what needs fixing? If I could answer these, I would be taking on a new job, helping others to figure out their ups and downs in life.

Well, this teacher told me if I could do what I am doing, then she should be able to handle all that has happened to her. She told me that I am an inspiration to all women. Well. I don't know about that. All I know is that I have learned a lot over the years, some good things and not so good things. But, in the end, I've become stronger and I say what I think in a diplomatic way. My Mom would beg to differ as she admonishes me from getting on my high horse from time to time.

I have a difficult time in accepting injustices, so as I told my cousin, I still have a mouth and I am using it. He was cracking up over my synopsis of my life's current events. I invited him as I always do to come stay with us at Mom's or my new place. "Would that be the shed?," he inquired as he knows that a bedroom suit will be delivered there soon. The owners have placed an occupancy sign outside stating that there can not be more than 5 people living in the storage shed. We will have to accommodate their requirements as we will be kicked out for having too many occupants. Lights have to be out by 10, but they don't know that we have a spotlight for checking out nature, plus when nature calls, you need to find the nearest facilities out by the shed. Huckleberry said he wouldn't mind coming to visit as long as it wasn't the big house. I guaranteed him a choice of Mom's place, my storage shed and the possibility of my home.

We were laughing over the inanities of life and why people do what they do, only to keep laughing over the absurdities of life. I told him that I have laughed so much over the past couple of months that it amazing. I hadn't realized that the bubbly, happy go lucky gal that I used to be had disappeared over the last 10 years, worn down by that thing called life. Now, that my life is different, the laughter, the happy go lucky, don't sweat the small stuff gal is back and having the time of her life. My cousin and I are like a comedy routine on the phone. If one of us isn't laughing, the other one is. My Mom has to almost put earplugs in as I tell my cousin that he has to tell Mom all his latest antics.

I wanted him to tell me what color he wants his sign. I am ready to paint him his requested sign, which will read, "Disturbing the already disturbed." Since he is moving and doesn't know the color of his decor, he told me I could pick the colors for his sign. So, what is your sign?

Mine is it's all in the attitude. I quite like Maxine and her dog as she says, "I like my attitude problem." That would be me on a few occasions. Speaking of Maxine, here's some anecdotes from Maxine above. Enjoy!

May you find your "sign."