Remember that phrase? I grew up with that constantly being repeated to me as a kid. My mom would say that in hopes that I would make a friend in school. She'd try to squash my fears of being picked on at school that day with this phrase and the "sticks and stones" one.
Both are lies.
No one knows how you want them to treat you until you tell them. You show people how to treat you by not speaking up. Speak up and let them know that how they are treating you isn't right. Whether it is a spouse, parent, friend, or what-have-you they don't have the right to treat you any differently than any other person in their lives. Demand respect.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Sissy's Backside
is all scabby. :( She still has the feathers and more popping in thru her back, but her hiney doesn't looks good. It is evident that she is picking it. Why? I imagine it is itchy and dry and that's why. Wish there was something I could do to help.
Monday, January 7, 2013
As Of Last Night...
Sisco still had all her new feathers. Since I've had this flu, I haven't showered, instead I have been taking nice long hot bathes. Which means, no steam showers for Sisco, either. However, I had to run an errand (in between fevers. I religiously used my hand sanitizer. Let's face it, I had to go to Walmart, and that place is a germ factory right there!! ) so, while I was getting ready to head out on my errand, I turned the shower on and let the bathroom get nice and steamy for Sissy. I got to see how she acts when the steams is rising. I do believe she loves her steam showers!!
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Who Is My Rock?
Who is the one person I can count on to be there for me? As I was sitting in the living room, on the recliner, alternating between chills and sweating thanks to this never-ending fever, I got to thinking, who is my rock?
I am there for so many people. I do things for people because I like to, and I treat people the way I'd want to be treated. It's the way I was taught. Apparently, not everyone was taught that way. I think for now on, I will treat people the way they treat me.
I can see how well that will work tho. People will just call me a bitch.
I don't always ask for help. I believe that the people closest to me ought to know when I need someone. If they don't, that's not my problem. I always know when someone needs something just by the way they interact with me. And, by being aware of everything that is going on with that person.
Do you know who is there for me when I need someone? My grandfather. My grandfather who has been gone for almost 30 years comes each and every time I need someone, and even when I don't :-)
I certainly can't forget my dearest friend from NY! My soul sister. She listens to me complain, helps me to put things into perspective gently, and is there for the good things, too. And for that, I can't thank her enough.
I am there for so many people. I do things for people because I like to, and I treat people the way I'd want to be treated. It's the way I was taught. Apparently, not everyone was taught that way. I think for now on, I will treat people the way they treat me.
I can see how well that will work tho. People will just call me a bitch.
I don't always ask for help. I believe that the people closest to me ought to know when I need someone. If they don't, that's not my problem. I always know when someone needs something just by the way they interact with me. And, by being aware of everything that is going on with that person.
Do you know who is there for me when I need someone? My grandfather. My grandfather who has been gone for almost 30 years comes each and every time I need someone, and even when I don't :-)
I certainly can't forget my dearest friend from NY! My soul sister. She listens to me complain, helps me to put things into perspective gently, and is there for the good things, too. And for that, I can't thank her enough.
Love is a verb. An action. Not a feeling or emotion.. Not a tingling sense you get or a noun you can "fall into." Loving someone requires, dare I say it, work on your part. That's why it's so hard for people who are lazy. Loving is a verb.
By Anonymous
Sometimes the strongest people in the morning are the people who cried all night.
Not sure who wrote that, either. Found it on a quote forum.
I know it seems like I'm this strong person who can get though anything, but inside I'm fragile. I've had so many things thrown at me, and each one has only made a crack. What I'm afraid of is shattering.
Unkown
Friday, January 4, 2013
More ponchos
I made 10 ponchos yesterday while waiting for my darling daughter to get finished with her pony, as she calls that beast. I like the pink one with the purple corsage the best. Right this moment, Sisco is wearing a pink one that has 3 deep red felt heart buttons on it. I made it for Valentines Day, but since she has a bunch of new feathers, I wanted her to have something on pronto.
We've been taking a shower almost every morning. I shower, she takes a steam bath. Then after our shower, I take her poncho off so she can preen. She loves that! But, today we were running errands and I wanted her to have something on while we were gone. So, I grabbed the first poncho that I saw. Oh well, she looks adorable anyway! Unfortunately, I did not get any pics of this poncho. But, I did get some of the other ponchos I made. Plus a picture of her new feathers!!!
And, a picture of her in her Christmassy poncho!
We've been taking a shower almost every morning. I shower, she takes a steam bath. Then after our shower, I take her poncho off so she can preen. She loves that! But, today we were running errands and I wanted her to have something on while we were gone. So, I grabbed the first poncho that I saw. Oh well, she looks adorable anyway! Unfortunately, I did not get any pics of this poncho. But, I did get some of the other ponchos I made. Plus a picture of her new feathers!!!
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