Monday, December 1, 2014

I Do Not Want To Leave

For C.L.
For Paul
Because you both made a difference

Adorkable, I do not want to leave your home right now, even if all we do is sit in your living room—under a blanket—watching a movie.
I do not want to leave your playfulness.
I do not want to leave the way you always make me laugh.
I do not want to leave how we can talk about nothing and everything, and you can know something and I can know something and—together—we can grow into people who are better than the people we were in the beginning.
I do not want to leave the fact that the more I get to know you—well, the more you make my little ol’ heart go pitter-patter.
I. do. not. want. to. leave.
And, I’m not completely certain that I can.

Superman, I do not want to leave your presence right now, even if all I do is sit in my living room—under a blanket—remembering all the little things, each one made special because you were a part of it.
I do not want to leave your ‘PROLLYs’ or your ‘NO-YEAH-BUTs’ or your ‘LORI-LORUS-LAVORUS-LIEBOWITZ-LILLIPUT-LIPSCHITZs.’
I do not want to leave your head thrown back in your full-hearted, happiness-inducing laughter.
I do not want to leave your explanations about the Rose of Sharon, or what hands on stomachs means or why sometimes decent people do things they don’t want to do because it is the RIGHT thing to do.
I do not want to leave how you could tell me you loved me—without words—with just the smile on your face.
I. do. not. want. to. do. it.
And, I’m not completely certain that I can.

I do not want to leave, but if I follow my heart and stay here with you, then I’ll be
Leaving those people who have loved, guided, and protected me these 23 years.
Leaving my illuminating job as a lower light, and
Leaving the only hope I’ll ever have of walking along that street of gold, and
Leaving GOD.
I do not want to leave either of you.
I. do. not. want. to. do. it.
But I cannot leave HIM.
I. can. NOT .do. it.
I cannot leave.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Paradise, Lost

Paradise, Lost

This just in:  It turns out that Superman ain't so super, anymore.
He has--with forethought and purpose--thrown away his cape.
He isn't the son of Jor-El, as we've always believed.
He is a human.  He is only a real boy.

He will no longer fly to the top of the bright, blue sky
to fight and defeat all those evil, nefarious, ne'er-do-wells.
I guess he wants to retire from being the strongest, wisest,
handsomest, and awesome-est man on the planet.

And there is no one who can EVER take his place. Not one soul.
It's his choice, I suppose, but I have to be honest--
I'm absolutely devastated.

But, I still love you, Superman.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Hashtag: Work Funnies, # 1

So many interesting things happen to me four days a week when I'm at 200 Creekside.  I may feel compelled to write about them every now and then, so I've decided to start a blog inside a blog which I've (tongue-in-cheek) entitled "Hashtag: Work Funnies."  

This photo was taken today when I was cleaning the men's bathroom.  As you can see, this man must have been sitting there for a bit cos he decided to take on a decorating job.  Yep, he very precisely (and mostly evenly) draped a large bit of toilet paper around the hand rails!  Maybe he had gotten the memo that Christmas decorations were being taken down today and he wanted to do his part to stop the desecration of festiveness?   Dunno, but it certainly made me laugh!

I didn't take photos yesterday, but some funnies occurred then, also.  A preface:  When I first began this job, my boss gave me two work uniform tops.   I said that I prolly wore large, but all he had was extra large, so what was I to do but take them, yeah?  After handing them to me; however, he let the other shoe drop.  Those are men's extra large, though."      This was another 'what was I to do' situation, so I took them and have been wearing them every day for five weeks.  They are H-U-G-E on me!  Seriously, they are probably 2-3 sizes too big.

I had a ton of errands to do yesterday after work, so I brought a change of clothes with me when I left the house and changed after I clocked out.   As I walked up to the front to give back my keys, Kimmy looked at me with shock in her eyes!  "You have BOOBS!!!" she said, "I would NEVER have guessed it from your work top!"  

Seriously, y'all--you can't make these things up!  :)

Friday, January 25, 2013

Momentous days with Mom

a preface:  I was up and couldn't sleep and this just came to  me and wouldn't quit bugging me 'til I wrote it out.   I'm pretty sure that the things I write in the middle of the night might come out kind of convoluted and weird, so--in advance--I am asking for your forbearance!

I can't sleep (too much tea at supper, I suppose) so I am up cleaning up the kitchen.  At one point, I was thinking about something I have to do in the near future.  I looked up at the calender and realized that it is the 26th of January.  On this day--25 years ago--I gave my oath of enlistment and joined the United States Air Force.  As a matter of fact, it was about this time--well, in four hours (at 4:30-ish a.m.) that Daddy and I got into his big truck and headed for the M.E.P.S. center.  I don't remember much from this day (well, it WAS 25 years ago, yeah?).  Two things stick out in my mind, though.  When I was done weighing in and doing all the tests and was accepted and was officially an airman, I spent about $3.00 on Hostess cakes cos I hadn't eaten any in a month or so!  
My favorite memory from that day was back there at home--when I was getting in the truck with Daddy.  He shut his door, turned on the truck, and--while putting on his seat belt--he said to me, "Your Mom is crying."  I was shocked.  "How can you tell?" I asked him.  He replied, "I can see her looking out at us at the window.  She is wiping her eyes."  I looked over at the window as he backed up the truck.  There she was, looking out through the space between the curtains and the valance.  I could see the top part of her black robe with the lace and those big blue glasses on her face (It was too early for her to have put in her contacts).   Below the curtains, I saw all our dogs looking out at us too, tongues lolling out and tails wagging.  And there was Mom, wiping the tears from her eyes with a tissue.   I didn't understand it at the time, but those tears meant that she was proud of me for the path I was taking.  She would miss me (at least a little) and that she loved me!   What an amazing way to start such a momentous journey!  
She wasn't just there that day crying and encouraging me with her love.  She was there for me through the six weeks of basic training and even beyond.   I got letters from home nearly every day.  Newsy briefs about what was happening with Vicky and Doug and Daddy and the dogs and even her projects.  I found one of those letters the other day and laughed out loud cos it told me all about what was happening with Mason and   Julia and Cruz and Gina.  If anyone who didn't know me had picked up those letters and read them, they would have thought, "Dude! Loralee's family should be on a soap opera!"   What was funny is that Mason and all those other people weren't members of my family, but characters on a soap opera--the one soap opera that my family watched.   She was keeping me up on what was going on with them, too.  When I went on to tech school, I would call collect once a week and we would talk and share and it was really amazing how our relationship grew during that time.  She was THERE for me through those letters and--very expensive, I found out later--weekly collect phone calls.
When I broke up with the boyfriend I had when I was stationed at USAFA, I called to tell her the news.  Her reaction was amazing and perfect! "Oh, Lori. I'm so sorry you're hurting.  But I am so glad you are rid of him.  He was such a jerk and treated you terribly."     Marvin was my first real boyfriend.  I was still in that place where I didn't have a sense of self-confidence and did whatever he said so that he would be happy.  I didn't realize that I should have stood up for myself and dumped him months before that day.  I think Mom was sorry I was hurting, but happy that I was growing up and learning to take care of myself.   I really had a very supportive Mom (and still do.)   What a blessing!
Okay, I guess that is enough of my rambling, yeah?

Friday, June 8, 2012

May Photo-A-Day 29MAY12

"The Animal Kingdom"

"A Number"

May Photo-A-Day 28MAY12

"The Sun"

"The Weather Today"

May Photo-A-Day 27MAY12

"Something Sweet"

mint and dark chocolate chips. YUM!

"Second Look"

I aimed the camera at these flowers, then looked away, moving the camera with me, and then took the photo as I moved back toward the flower.