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Time for another Odd Trio prompt: write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.
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The Spring in My Chick is Golden
I fell asleep last night too early. I kept waking up throughout the night, ready to get up but forcing myself to go back to sleep.
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Peach Cobbler with Praline Filling | Can’t Stay Out Of The Kitchen
Odd Trio Redux
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Time for another Odd Trio prompt: write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise.
Beth worked hard. She had been at her company for a year and a half. She had kissed butt, ran and got coffee, let remarks about her run over the top of her head. It paid off in time, she thought. One day her boss called her into his office.
She was a little nervous as she walked to the door and began to turn the door knob. You see, Beth, didn’t quite have it all together. She had been the child that wasn’t wanted. Her parents already had a handful of kids and not enough money to go around.
In their own special tongue wagging, they let her know several times they wished she hadn’t been born. If only Beth could have known when she was a child, that it wasn’t her fault. She had not asked to be born. As children we listen and we soak in our parents words.
We believe with an innocent mind and heart. Beth didn’t do bad during her school years. She could have done better but I believe, looking back; she was too nervous. She was too engrossed on making a good impression, of being a perfectionist, which no one can come close to.
In her high school years she finally turned the switch on and saw herself in a different mirror. She was looking at her future. She had taken her eyes off her parents and looked herself in the mirror. She gave it everything she got and made almost straight A’s during her last three years of school.
This got her into a tech school for business. She studied hard and took every class she could to work her way into a good paying job. Upon graduation she was hired from the second business she had interviewed with.
She was happy but still carried a little of those insecurities from her past. She didn’t have to buckle down as hard as she did now that she had graduated and had a good job. It wasn’t long before old habits started coming back turning her into a door mat instead of an asset.
Fortunately for her; she had a very wise boss. She turned the door knob and faced the man sitting in the big leather chair. He smiled at her. He got up and went over and closed the door giving them privacy. He told her to have a seat.
Her legs felt like jello as she made it over to an over-stuffed chair and sat down. ” You have been here a little over a year now Beth. How do you feel about the company? Do you feel like you are learning? Do you feel like you fit in?”
Beth cleared her throat and looked down at her trembling fingers and then back up at him. ” I really enjoy my position here. Everyone is very nice. Any time I have questions I always receive the answers I need. Yes, I like it here very much. Is there something I can do to improve myself?”
” I am glad you asked that question Beth. It gives me an opportunity to discuss it with you, how I feel about your working here. I, I mean the company has noticed your hard work. We see your eagerness to please and we take notice of how prompt you are at arriving and getting your task done each day. But you throw off a feeling, a fog, that makes it hard to get to know you. You are a part of this family. You are a part of this team. I want you to quit trying so hard Beth. You are already doing a wonderful job and we are very proud of you.”
Beth had never heard those words before and she thought maybe she might be dreaming. ” Beth, you worked hard to get where you are today. The best of grades, good recommendations, why are you over doing it?”
Beth once again looked down at her lap. She didn’t know what to say. ” Beth, not every family is perfect. Not every parent is born a parent. Parents do the best they can in the situations they are placed. You need to let it go Beth, let it go; and realize you are you. You are not anyone else. I want you to do me a big favor. Take this and go home and pack.”
Beth took the envelope and opened it up. Staring at the words she stood and shook hands with her boss. Tears flowed as she was released from the guilt she had carried for so many years. She told him, ” Thank- you, thank you very much for your belief in me. I will go now.”
Less than 24 hours later, she was lying on a chaise lounge, swimsuit and a pair of flip-flops, raising her glass to someone old and wise, as she began her vacation of celebrating her new life. She smiled as she tasted the first bite of the white cake with butter cream frosting and pink flowers that had been waiting in her room for her.
The Spring in My Chick is Golden
I fell asleep last night too early. I kept waking up throughout the night, ready to get up but forcing myself to go back to sleep. Finally at 7 this morning, I gave myself permission to get out of bed. I made fresh coffee and fried up some bacon.
snatching a few pieces of bacon while I was cleaning and cutting up some cabbage, onion and fresh tomatoes, I finally had it all placed in the crock pot along with my favorite spices and woo-hoo, supper is going to be ready when I am.
I love it when I get up bright and early. My neighbors are either still sleeping or being very quiet and no screaming kids racing up and down the streets. Silence is golden.
I have certainly changed through the years. It used to be the first thing I did was let my feet touch the floor and my fingers turn the music on. I couldn’t get myself going until I heard the beat of the music. There are many times I still feel like I am in my thirties mentally, but there are times I do feel my age.
I have been packing and I can’t believe how painful it is to my joints and how much it drains me. This has to be old age, right? I don’t blame anyone for how I feel, but I do believe one hundred percent that my body went through a hidden work-out that I didn’t recognize when I was caring for Al, and I just never got it back to the way it was seven years ago.
Mental stress, worrying, and the caring for others somehow catches up with a person once that task is completed. I still have many days where I would prefer to sleep late, become too restless to sleep at night so end up being a night owl, and really want nothing to do with anything during the waking hours.
Alas though, there are days like today when I feel like a spring chicken and I have some get up and go juice, ready to attack the world. I still have pain in my gland area. I wont continue to explain about that since I did talk to you last night on the topic. Hopefully the antibiotics will kick in soon.
Today is the last day of the garage sale. I will spend some time with the lady actually running it. There is nothing driving me crazy to be home to watch on TV. After all, it is Saturday and we know what Saturday shows bring through the day; cartoons and sports. Blah to both I say. I am not interested in either type.
So I asked God to show me what he gave me another chance to do for him this morning so we shall see if I recognize my task. Other than that, it is a laid back, goof off, pack another box day. Have a great Saturday my friends.
Chubby Face Don’t Mean Big Bites
Chubby Face Don’t Mean Big Bites
Today was a laid back day until this evening came. I had a garage sale with my friend in my neighborhood. I was able to dispose of some of Al’s clothing and a few knick knacks. The way I look at it is less things to put in the back of the truck on moving day.
It was late afternoon and the clouds roared in. We felt a few sprinkles and hustled like football players getting everything back under the…
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