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BACK TO THE CAVES WE GO~

I would like to start this post by saying, that ANYONE who knows me, knows I don’t get offended easily.  Pretty much anything , anybody says, just rolls right off my back.

However, I just recently read an article , with MEMES to go along with it, that just totally rubbed my fur the wrong way.

And once you read it, I am fairly sure you will feel the same way.

To start this off, I always thought the idea behind childbirth was to have a HAPPY, HEALTHY child. One for the parents to love, and one to love the parents.

WELL, this fella ‘ here has just set childbirth, and childrearin’ back 100 years and caused a great deal of unhappiness between women. When you read it , you will understand, and be just as outraged as I was.  Seriously, this man is half a bubble off of plumb, a donut short of a full box, and as my Daddy would say, “His bread’s in the oven , but the gas ain’t on. ”  The word chauvinist doesn’t even BEGIN to cover it.

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Because apparently , those of us who had C sections are INFERIOR.

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Because , apparently, we didn’t REALLY LOVE our babies, we are just selfish for making  different choice.

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Because apparently , we’re just drug-addled women , who are lazy and chemically dependent.

So we have no business having doctors interfere in the “natural” process of birth, even though our children came early and would have died without medical intervention.  We’re just lazy like that.  Needless to say, I refuse to feel sorry for my childbirth experience , as my sons are 16 and 14 and are completely healthy , despite the fact that (SHOCK AND HORROR!!!!) they were both born by Ceasarian section.

So perhaps there is hope after all!

Flaws~

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Opposite Ends~

I’m a little confused I guess,
I don’t understand why.
Why you hurt me all the time,
and try to make me cry?
I know that I’m not perfect,
but I never claimed to be.
I only know one way to live,
And that’s just to be me.
I get that we’re polar opposites,
you’re the sun and sandy beach.
I’m winter cold and drifting,
the moon you cannot reach.
I’m sorry I can’t be the person,
that you need me to be,
I don’t know how to change it,
so I’m setting myself free.
I’m one thing and you’re another,
and I ‘m tired of playing games,
I ‘ll always be just who I am,
I’ll always be the same.
It hurts that you don’t want me,
but I have to let it go,
my heart can only take so much,
of this bruising in my soul.
So now you’re free to be the person,
that you want so much to be,
I’m just here in the shadows,
you don’t have to worry about me.
I’m going on with what I have,
and leaving you behind,
I hope you have much happiness,and peace to soothe your mind.
I’ll always have a prayer for you,
I know you’ll have the same,
I ‘ll keep the good times in my heart,
and won’t forget your name.
Ruby Jeanette Woods

Forty -Nine~

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Stars Collide

Only sixteen, 

I was a mess of clumsy limbs, 

with my head going faster than my feet most days.

Tangled curls of black hair, forever in my eyes.

He was tall, 

his eyes as green as the leafy oaks in summer.

In that moment,

the world somehow seemed,

as if gravity were suddenly released .

And I knew, 

knew that if I didn’t make him mine,

I would fly off into space un-moored,

forever losing something 

cosmically wonderful.

So I took hold 

of his lumber-scarred hands,

and I’ve never let him go.

Ruby Jeanette Woods

Happiest of birthdays to the love of my life,

Thank you for all you are, and for making the world a kinder , gentler place.

I’m a better person because I know you.

Hope Springs~

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“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
Robert Frost
I have always loved this quote from  Mr. Frost.  It is the very essence of the human condition, condensed into one sentence.  I have been physically ill, mentally exhausted, emotionally drained, and at the brink of death.  Lupus has taken me to the very depths of a place where I thought I could go no further, and yet I have.  I have learned things about myself, and even more about the human race than I ever thought possible. Many , many times I have had people tell me, “If anyone had an excuse to give up, you certainly have had!”  But I somehow cannot escape the fact , the simple overwhelming fact , that “Life is beautiful.” Tragic , sometimes, yes.  Hurtful, at times, definitely.  But through all the compounded agony, failures, and disasters, the fact remains, Life is beautiful. Beautifully flawed, but dusted with the sparkle of the most amazing people. Sprinkled throughout with the laughter of my children, the smiles of my husband, the gifts of God , jonquils bursting so joyfully through the unexpected snow we’ve had so late this Spring. A goofy joke told by a two year old , a wave from a complete stranger from across the room. A million small and magnificent things happening in their season, that make life this crazily gorgeous insanity that I am part of, and the million and one things I have to be grateful for.  
Ecclesiastes 3 

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:

So always remember , perhaps your time to laugh and dance are just around the corner, 

Never  give  up! 

Snow Days~

It’ s been so many days since I have  written here! I am seriously far behind! Things have been somewhat crazy here, we’ve had ice, snow, sleet, rain, and even more snow and ice for the last three weeks.  Very unusual weather for here in Arkansas , going on into the Spring season.  I am so ready for something warmer than frozen!  How about you guys? Are you all having a lot of winter precipitation ? Do you enjoy it? Or are you a sunshine, warmth and  flowers person?


On another note, I’ve had random snippets of poetry floating around in my head for a couple of months now. Bits of verse that are hovering around an idea trying to decide if they are going to coalesce or not.  Seeing all this weather just makes me feel slightly melancholy, and fills me with the urge to  somehow spin my colder thoughts into webs to keep me warm, if only for a little while.  So I just thought I’d share a completely out of the blue piece with you.  Hope you like it!

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I am trying to get back in the groove of writing every day, and hope my health holds to let me practice every single day again.  I hope today finds you all very blessed, whatever weather has come your way.  Thinking of you all , and am so glad I got to check back in with my favorite peeps! Here’s to spring and hoping that we get that much needed sunshine soon!


original art by Ruby Jeanette Woods

Aromas, San Benito Co., CA; 18 Sep 2008; ~3cm wingspan.

all rights reserved 

Copyright 2015 

Checking In~

UGH. I missed a day. I was so hoping to have an unbroken record. But I felt really crappy yesterday. I mean sleep-all-day , thinking-you-have-the-flu- crappy. I have a sinus infection again I think. There is just something seriously miserable about sinus infections.  They make your face all puffy and sore, and you can’t breathe. For some reason you don’t feel like sitting up and typing either. So anywho, that’s what I’ve got for today. Just checking in with everybody. Wanted to say hi.

K.I. S. S. ~

DRAMA ALERT! The world these days seems full of drama .  It’s everywhere. People post their private business everywhere. Facebook, Twitter, their blogs, everywhere.  Drama is nothing new, I know. When I was little, believe it or not, people had what you call “a party line”.  You know, where people share a telephone line with other people. We were on a party line with several others, and others used to listen in. That’s how in small towns, everybody knew everything about everyone else. But we didn’t necessarily get out in public and “air our laundry” if you know what I mean.  I was taught that wasn’t polite, and I’m afraid I’ve spoiled my boys somehow.  We don’t DO drama.  They don’t understand the whole , “Let’s make a scene! Carryin’ on with people !”  We’re a really honest bunch, and I’ve taught them not to play games. Say what you mean. If you want something ask. You don’t talk about people behind their back, and you always keep your word.  Simple right? We homeschool, we go to church, we see family. They work with their Grandpa. So when they go out around what other people call, “the real world”, they don’t understand people.  People lie, people backstab, people carry on with one another , people play games.   It’s ridiculous.  And all because honesty seems to be a particularly lacking quality these days.  I suppose it all runs down to the fact that my husband and I have a different relationship than most folks , which my boys have taken as normal.  We’ve been together almost 20 years.  We’re best friends. So the way we work things is, “If you want to go to dinner, ask.  If you want a phone call , call me!” I’ve never understood how people can get all het up over something, and be angry with someone , when the person has NO idea what you are angry about!! Men are actually really easy to understand. Just be up front. Say exactly what you mean. They don’t read minds.  My husband tells me all the time , if women knew how simple men were, they would get along in the world a whole lot easier.  I always tell HIM, if PEOPLE were  honest with everyone, the whole WORLD would get along a lot easier.  So, Keep It Simple Stupid, lol.

Songs of the South~

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It is COOOOOOLLLLLLD here today. I mean freeze your noogies off cold.  Witches boobies in a brass bra cold.  And that ain’t anything us Southern gals are used to.  We are Deep South. Arkansas, magnolia blossom , sweet-tea sippin’ , front -porch sittin’ , hound dog scratchin’ , bare foot walkin’, DEEP SOUTH.  Our winter generally consists of the thirties , and forties. The last two days it has been it has been in the TEENS.  We just ain’t built for this! I mean , we are the kind of people who put away our winter clothes in March. We pretty much don’t DO frost, ice, snow or any other forms of water close to or below the freezing point . I suppose that’s why Southern hospitality is so warm, because we’re just used to BEING warm. We keep our windows open in the summer to let in the air , the smells of the things we love , like grass being cut in our neighbor’s yard, the clematis vines that are hanging over the fence, the wisteria thick with bees , so heavy with perfume , who needs Febreze? Porches are open, like the windows. I’ve never thought about it,  but I guess that’s why our personalities are open too.   Our songs  ,our food, even our handshakes all have soul.  We live mostly outdoors, so we become like our environments. I realize we are lucky that way. Warmth , beauty, and personality.  I suppose I’ll trade all those things for a few cold days a year.  So ya’ll come see us , ya’ hear?  ;)

Heart Attack on Legs~

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Spiders are freaky. I mean , they’re interesting, yes, from behind glass, heh. ;)  My boys had two of them for pets ,  Mexican tarantulas, that they captured themselves.  Here, in Arkansas , in the fall they go looking for mates and travel across the roads where they are quite easy to spot. If you are an adventurous boy, catching one ( or two) in a Mason jar is something of a rite of passage.  You keep them in an aquarium which can be really beautiful , with plants , other foliage and limbs, where you feed them live crickets.  I didn’t mind all that.  But here’s the thing, also here in Arkansas we have lots of other species of spiders, MANY of which make it into our homes on a regular basis, and yes, two of them ARE the famous Latrodectus mactans and Loxosceles reclusa. (Oh yes, the black widow and the brown recluse.) Check out this picture here, P6104719_wolf_spider_top_sm

This lovely eight-legged freak is called a Wolf Spider. They like to come indoors when it starts to get cold. Last week it had rained for about four days straight and was unseasonably warm for the end of the year. Then suddenly it was winter again.  I was sleeping quite nicely when I was rudely awakened by the sensation of what I was “dreaming”  was something furry crawling down my cheek.  Now I’m EXTREMELY paranoid about moving objects in my bed, and I’m a ultra-light sleeper, so I jolted awake, flinging “whateveritwasthatwasslinkingdownmyface”  as far as I could across the room.  Turns out , it was a wolf spider.   ACTUALLY sized about as large as the one in the photo, legs and all.  I near to died.  Needless to say, this experience did not do my tachycardic heart condition any good, crazy thing took several years off my life, I swear. I’m wondering if putting up a tiny little rope up around my bed will work for spiders like it’s supposed to do for snakes? LOL  :D

WHAT IF? ~

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Oh my goodness! Wouldn’t this be the funniest thing ever?? If I ever write fiction I am SO going to do this.  I can think of a few authors in print right now that this would work for already.  George R. R. Martin of Game of Thrones,  Matthew Reilly of  the “Scarecrow” series fame,  Clive Cussler,  and perhaps even some of the YA dystopian novels that are coming out now would be fun to do this way.  Couldn’t you just imagine ? You’ve seen how rabid some of the fans of these YA books are ! “Oh my particular set is better!”   “No! My particular genre is better!!”  And then , if the ENDINGS were different and they didn’t know?!? HAHAHAHAAAA! Let the madness ensue.  To be a fly on the wall at some of THOSE discussions.  That would be fun.  What do you think? If you could write an alternate ending for any book you’ve read , what book would it be, and what ending would you write?