Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
EER privately shared that she is frightened of me now.
I simply post a few shots of beans and share a stupid rhyme and I get sideways looks and folks moving very s-l-o-w-l-y around me. "Not making any sudden moves...it's all okay, really, peace and all that."
But I know EER will love this. She shared it with me.
Apparently the entire face of CPR has changed. No more Recessa-Annie lips. Nope. Don't have to breathe into people's mouths and either cringe at the thought of whom might have passed out at your feet or hope for the hunk (or babe) down the hall to have a little incident so you could "save his (or her) life (and play a little tonsil hockey).
The new face of CPR is the BeeGees. Remember them? Yep. Apparently chest compressions are to be done to a rapid beat like Stayin Alive.
What EER added to the whole thing was the additional song with the perfect beat.
Another One Bites the Dust.
Yeah. Just a suggestion y'all. Don't pass out at my feet.