Notes from Nomi: Being female

Notes from Nomi: Being female: "There is not alot to remember when being a 'good' female. "

Mr Jack, a hospice story

Mr Jack is lying in bed with his eyes shut.  I reach over and touch his hand and say, "Jack, are you awake?"  He opens his eyes and and smiles not only with his lips but with his eyes and says, "You know being dead isn't that bad."  I say, "Really? How do you know?"  With a deep set frown he says, "Are you telling me I am not dead?"  We both laugh and he asks to sit up.  As I push the up button and the head of the bed rises he continues to smile.  "Comfy?" I ask.  He nods and replies, "I should of known I wasn't really dead. You don't have your wings on.  When I wake up and you have on your wings I will know I am really dead."  I laugh and ask him what makes him think I have wings that I can just pop off and on.  He smiles again and winks at me.  "I saw them the first day you came to visit me. Remember?  I told you I wasn't ready to die.  You said "Good." "And you been picking on me every since."  I laughed and said, "It is my job."  He replies, "I know." and  he  pointed to a booklet on the nightstand.  I picked it up and started to handed it to him.  Jack shakes his head and says, "Read the first sentance in the second paragragh, out loud."   I read, "Angels sometimes war as well as woo and blight as well as bless."  He smiles at me and and says, "There you go."

Going Home

"Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence."

Frederick W. Robertson
 
The previous statement being true somethings need to change.

Being female

There is not alot to remember when being a "good" female. 

My Very First Blog

Life became very interesting this last week.  Arriving at the home of my son and his four little girls and his wife. Poor man lives with five females.  A thirteen year old, a nine year old, a three year old and a two year old.  My niece shows up with her two girsl plus an extra one.  Life suddenly turned in a musical, "Summer Lovin' had me a blast, Hit me up baby......."  then the gossip begins......then the foil wrap to protect my brain from aliens!!!!!  Okay just not overly creative at the moment!!!!  Here you go hoser!  Have a hose and the directions are in the mail on how to hook it up!!! Or go to the store and get some ice!!  Enter stage left, my son!!!  Run son run son Run!!!!!! Not my fault if you feel like you have been hosed with estrogen.   Dtr-in-law put on the coffee!!!  Anybody have a foil song?  Meow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  With girls no matter the age things don't always come out correctly, pinecone becomes popcorn.  Thirsty or Thursday?  Now add four adult women with one being forced to write this blog............Can anyone say LOL!!!!!!!!!