I’ m celebrating an anniversary of sorts. Today I celebrate 3 years of blogging with WordPress. I’ve of course been blogging a lot longer , under various forums, even going back so far as YAHOO 360. I’ve been writing my whole life, it seems in some way shape form or fashion, even if I had to pen my stories in my dear sister’s treasured coloring books. She used to get very angry with me for marking up her perfectly lined pages. I learned to read AND write when I was barely 4 years old , and since then I’ve not been able to keep my thoughts to myself! The library was my best friend growing up, and at last count, I’ve read almost 10,000 books so far at this point in my life. So even though this is a article on the joys of writing and reading , it shall heretofore be short, for I am tired, and my hands and mind are weary. So for tonight, I bid you adieu! :)
30 Nov 2014 7 Comments
19 Nov 2014 Leave a comment
Today I want to take time to wish my youngest son , a very “Happy Birthday!” I have been so lucky to have him in my life, because after our first son, they told us we most likely would NOT have any more, due to my health. He is my “BONUS” baby. :) He and his brother have such a special relationship , too. I have had so many people ask, “How do they get along so well?” and my answer has always been, “They are each other’s best friends. ” They were born exactly two years, two days and two hours apart. His brother told everyone that Denim was HIS baby, and that little two year old boy fed his brother, held him, and protected him from all harm. Denim has grown into such a smart kid, with huge blue eyes and a off-beat , quirky personality. He has deep philisophical conversations with me, and is very compassionate. We are so happy to call him ours, and can’t wait to see what he makes of his life. We love you blue-eyed sweet one! Happy 14th birthday ! <3
17 Nov 2014 Leave a comment
I want to take today to wish my oldest son the happiest of sweet 16’s. We are so very blessed to have him in our lives and think everyday how lucky we are that the doctors had NO idea what a fighter he was. When he was born at 32 weeks, prematurely and as blue as a smurf, the doctors told us, “He will die.” then they told us, “Well, he may live but he will be brain damaged. He will never walk, talk or read. He will never be like other children his age.” But they don’t ALWAYS know. He is 16 today, and walks, never stops talking, and loves to read. He drives his Momma around , has a “friend who is a girl” LOL :) and is going to graduate this year and get “a real job”. Some people would say that their children were lucky to have THEM for parents, but I know that it is I who is lucky to have had my boys in MY life. I am a much better person than I ever would have been without them . Happiest of days today sweet son, and always. We love you!! <3
24 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
Dear political candidates,
I would like to take this time to express my sincere thanks for all the political flyers , postcards, pamphlets and papers that you have so graciously inundated my mailbox with at this particular time of year. We receive at least four or five pieces of said mail each day. They are compact , and concise and state your views so that we know where you stand. They are very handy. See, we are a small , backwoods family, that burns wood in the winter. These flyers make excellent kindling. We can just roll them up , keep them in our stove -side basket and voila’ , instant flames for our toasty wood heater. So in conclusion , just keep sending us those precious flyers , and postcards , with the promises on them that you don’t intend to keep. It’s so much fun watching them go up in smoke .
21 Oct 2014 10 Comments
This is me. I like like poetry, writing it, reading it, hearing Robert Burns read in Gaelic style. I’m not going to tell you my age , if you know me well enough to have read my blog, or just know me well enough, then you know how old I am. I have black hair, and green eyes.
So here in this picture you might make all kinds of assumptions. She looks young , vibrant and healthy. She looks like she enjoys spending lots of time outdoors, and is fairly active. She looks good. But here are some more pictures of me.
This is what I look like too. I have systemic lupus erethemetous. I also have complete heart failure, nervous system damage, seizures. Raynaud’s phenomenon ( a circulatory problem that causes your extremities to turn blue, purple or even black with cold) , Sjogren’s ( an auto immune condition that causes extreme dryness in your joints, and other areas such as your mouth , eyes and soft tissues.) , and also POTs. Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome a rare heart condition caused by my lupus damaging my nerves in my heart. I get adrenaline overload almost constantly from these, and so my heart rate runs a constant 125 sitting still , if I attempt to move or do any activity it will shoot up closer to the 200 bpm mark. I only have 30% function of my heart, and have such extreme allergies that just the very smell of certain things can cause me to have an extreme reaction . So WHY did I show you these? Because I want you to know what a person with lupus REALLY looks like. To know that we deal with excruciating pain on a daily basis, but still manage to look that first set of pictures. We don’t want your sympathy. We want your compassion and understanding. We want you to know that people DON’T take us seriously BECAUSE we DON’T look sick. We’re warriors every day . Our bodies are the enemy, and the weapons the doctors have given us are very limited. What we have is fatal. Yes, I said fatal. There is NO cure for lupus. It is the zombie of the disease world, eating us from the inside out. And yet, we still manage to get up, smile, walk on, love our families, and still hold joy for life, however short it is. So maybe that’s why we choose to make sure that people see us this way, and why we hear SO often that dreaded phrase, “But you don’t LOOK sick!!”
06 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
Original Poem ~ Ruby Jeanette Woods
Who am I really?
Lover , sinner , saint?
The outward faces that we show,
are only coats of paint.
Everyone goes about the expected way,
and plays their little games,
never realizing , that they all spread the pain.
The ones we thought that loved us best,
tell the most vicious lies.
And all the time they hide behind
a mask of perfect smiles.
A world full of glossies , and whitened bright veneers
passing by those they deem less worthy,
and causing them to fear.
Left with wondering what we did,
to make them feel such disdain?
People we once trusted,
now just turn the other way.
False friends , and broken vessels,
is all there is to say.
Whited sepulchers on the outside,
inside death and decay.
27 Aug 2014 2 Comments
Some of my art. Colored pencil, pen and ink, marker, and digital. Image Copyright. Ruby Jeanette Woods.
HERE BE DRAGONS~
Here be dragons,
long and lean,
bold of heart,
not craven , mean.
Here be dragons,
warm of soul,
strong of mind,
wise and keen.
They guard their treasure,
not gold nor gems,
but scrolls of wisdom,
words of men.
Here lies wealth of a different sort,
books and tomes,
from every port.
Come learn what every page does keep,
while under the wyvern’s wing you sleep.
Ruby Jeanette Woods