Happy Birthday, Romeow

It r Romeow’s Birfday.

*teh donkee is all alone and tinks
she cannutt bee herd*

Is quiet, and

Her is thinkeeng abowt her Romeow.

Shhhh…u kin heer hurr fots if u lissen
wiff ur hart:

“Oh, Romeow
u is a star
u shine so brite, so brite
u is a lite.

And insite.
U sends mee wurds
u fink r nuffin speshull
an i sits an stares at dem
an dey vibrates wiff a magnetism

(sumtimes like wen i reeds mah Good Book
its kind ub like dat)

an u say
oh donkey wut a bootifull thing
an turn it into a lettur
dat i wunt to frame
u mek mee feel 5 an wunt to SING

U fly froo teh sky
wiff no feer
and I
has a hart full ub lub
an eyes full ub teers as I sings

u gibs ME wings!

an, oh! U meks such bootifull fings

why,
i fink i wud find dem at teh fantsy place
or sumplace furr ellebentee thousand dollars
butt dem is priceless.

an Romeow teh cat
Rest him soul
looks down an crais
wiff joy dat hee gotts too bee yur bebbeh

How prowd hee muss bee
Hee shows all him frens
an points wiff floofeh arm
Look, dat MAH hyoomun
an has a prowd
an dey nod sollumlee
wiff big eyes

sumtams i marvels how life can bee so byootifull,
an den u cums along and turns up teh shine.

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Carol does it again…

The last few days I have been pouting.

Sulking.

Seething, too.

I have been a very naughty donkey.

Seems like every little thing has been @!$$ing me off. Just stupid little crap. So needless to say I have been in need of a spiritual buttkick.

And then I got the most wonderful advice from Carol. It came titled, “Advice from a Tennessee Mountain Man.”

Being a rather obnoxious donkey lately, I am surprised I read the Advice. But I did. And my mouth just kept dropping open farther and farther. It wasn’t just one or two items. It was a ton of them. I was just dumbfounded. I am going to print out the list and meditate on it…they need to sink in.

I was so impressed with the list I wanted to share it with you all, too. It contains some excellent advice everyone can benefit from.

Thank you, Carol.

(And thank YOU, Janey, for your ever-constant vigilance to keep me in line. *smile*)

Here it is:

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
Keep skunks and bankers and lawyers at a distance.
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
Words that soak into your ears are whispered… not yelled.
Meanness doesn’t just happen overnight.
Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
Do not corner something you know is meaner than you.
It doesn’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.
You cannot unsay a cruel, or unkind word.
Every path has a few puddles.
When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
The best sermons are lived, not preached.
Most of the stuff people worry about is never gonna happenanyway.
Don’t judge folks by their relatives.
Remember silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older
and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.
Don’t interfere with something that ain’t bothering you none.
Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.
Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
The biggest troublemaker you’ll probably ever
have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every morning.
Always drink upstream from the herd.
Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that
comes from bad judgment.
Letting the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier
than putting it back in.
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence,
try ordering somebody else’s dog around.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Leave the rest up to God.