Snappity. Snap, Snap,SNAP-Cardi B

 Waiting for my girl to come bring up the boxes, from the basement. Christmas is coming down.
 I enjoyed each and every bulb and ornament, but they gotta go. I have been festive for long enough now!! My son will take down the boxes tomorrow. I think if the two kids that live closest to us, ever move, Christmas Stops!!
   The baby in the manger brings us hope, and I still ask Mary,"Did you know?" She had to know how hard this was going to be. Do parents ever know? I hope her baby boy got to be a little boy, before he took on the sins of the world! What a burden to carry. Did Joseph really know, or was he just being nice? And all the brothers and sisters? Did they know who their baby brother may be? Its a lot to think about!! I see Mary at the foot of the cross so many years later, asking " Did I know this would happen??" The helicopter parent in me, would have altered the course of history, " No you are not going to the temple, to stir up something!" He was just a baby, I think I will leave the nativity up all year, I need to be reminded of hope. I need to know that my child and brother and sister, know that young man who did not remain on the cross. Loss is hard, you know you have loved with all your cells, when it hurts so much. I need the baby!! He stays out!!
   ( still waiting for my Emma, god bless her bones!) ( maybe I will call Hart also, I miss him!) Packing up Christmas, my emotions are raw.
    Just yesterday, I received a three short page letter from my boss in the Cath Lab. I knew before I opened it, the weight was different then a Christmas card only, I held my breath.
   It was a beyond sweet, memory of our time together. I have written about Dr. Robert Miller, before. He was one of my greatest teachers, about the heart. The science of it and the other heart! I was 21 when I went to work for him. This is a quote from my letter:
          I can truthfully say that my happiest times while practicing were the years you were in the Cath lab. You always seemed to know what I was looking for, and were always ready to try something new.He continued with only stories and people we knew together. We were all so young, doctors, nurses and technicians. I loved every second of every day, I worked for Dr. Miller. Bobby, Bob, we called him Chief. He had an extremely long career in Pediatric Cardiology and even Doctors without Borders. I hope everyone has had a Dr. Miller in their life. He also told me, about another Doctor we worked with, who has died. Dr. R. D. Jackson, and I hated to read those words. I adored him, loved him, learned from him, and reminded him in the lab, he did not have to be an ass! No one should have to work with an ass!! period, Doctor or not!! He was my friend, and I do not like knowing he is not on this earth.
   WHERE is that baby in the manger!! I may have to carry him around the house with me!!
   More people need to write letters, and thank you Chief for letting me know I did a good job, and like me, it was one of your most happiest times.
   Emma, the girl, just arrived, I have to finish, she is huffing about where do you want this and that, she knows!!! I may need holy water and the baby Jesus!!
   Do what is right, in the new year, sometimes it is hard, you know what needs doing. Ask Mary, she knew. Joseph knew, and the baby, well you know the story. 
   Snappity, Snap, Snap, SNAP, thanks Cardi B, for telling us, to start the New Year off right! 

Tell Me Somethin, Girl

  Shallow by Lady GaGa and Bradley Cooper, lyric is my title!!
  Spelled exactly like it is written, people thinking that they can talk southern!!
  I love this CD, but as usual, I sang it wrong. I thought the first line was, Tell Me Something Good!!
  Which if you think about it, works just as well!!
  ( I have been known to sing a different tune, now and again)

   December Christmas music of course is my go to, first choice.
   But in the car, Shallow rips through the tinsel!!
   That one song, I play over and over. If I like something, it is on overplay for a long time.
   I get hooked on things, addiction  to songs!!

   Not a horrible thing to be addicted to, unless you happen to be the rider in my car.
   No clicking buttons, no changing anything, my car, its happening!!! same song, over and over.

  With the rain and gloom, in Atlanta , the volume on that one song, may be turned UP!!!
  In my mind, at that moment, I am Lady GaGa on stage, with the voice of an angel. ( not Mrs. YellDell at church) ( true story) ( for Anderson Methodist people)
    We all need stress release, and music works. Like Books, it takes you away, for a few minutes. Even on a run to Kroger, or the beauty parlor, a good song will change you! You get out of the car, high on it, and that loaf of bread and milk you need, seems less of a pain in the ass, chore. ( you know Bill does all the grocery shopping!)( some of my story is fiction, at its best) ( I do go to specialty grocery stores!)
     This month I have decided to share things, that bring me joy, even the most simplest to the grand.
 I don't know your heart, but I am guessing, maybe my silly blog can bring you my everyday joy. A laugh or smile, and maybe a few tears thrown in. I send my thoughts and words, through the air, filled with love, hope and chaos!

     Getting ready to go have lunch with my daughter and her beau! This evening we have our Grandson, Wyatt for a spell. My high school class lost a very dear person, I feel a loss, but very happy for her spirit to soar.
     There is never just something good, life does not work that way.
     Another line from this song, Is There somethin (WHY are they spelling it like that??) else you are searching for??
    Keep searching, and if it get to be too much, search some more.
    Tell Me Something, Girl ( that is good) ( I think I should have been a writer)
     The name of the song is Shallow!! we are all in too deep, for that word!!
    God, I love this song!!
    Later
    B

Daddy Bush and Jagger

       My brother Benjie, called early, which causes my heart to skip a beat.( born worry wart, and older parents) He was still reeling about getting us great tickets to see The Rolling Stones. We had to go over our first adventure in 75, to see these babies back in the day. We walked to and from The Gator Bowl, from San Marco. Thought nothing of it, we can "hoof" it, what is a few miles, felt like a 100!! We were high on life, just that! We had no money, but we found some for tickets. Being young, has its perks!, bills to be paid?? They can wait!
   I remember the heat, I wanted water, but I think it was 1.00$, and The Stones turned the hose on us, about half way through their set. It was electric, my body burned from the sun, and the music. Susan  went with us, and a few more people whom I cannot remember. I recall taking a slight nap at First Methodist church lawn, on our walking trip back home.
  Benjie and I also saw them in Gainesville, many years later. My brother has seen The Stones 9 times, he may be a stalker fan! I have seen them 4, in April it will be 5. ( I hope he knows, we will be taking Uber!) Our mother Mary, said she wanted to go in a wheelchair, just to share the experience, of her kids, love of these people. Homer, daddy, said he would not go for free!! They will have to hear and see our story later. ( we will put on a play!) I told Benjie, that remember your number one sister is old, so no nosebleed seats, and I like the aisle seat for dancing. Also don't get me too near the stage, because I have been known to desire to get on stage and sing!! AND trust me that I have been very successful is my singing career, climbing over many an amplifier.!! B called on Wednesday, again scaring me!!( text me first, saying that when you call, its not about horror, or death!) ( heads up brother) Yelling and Screaming, Singing that we had great seats, and may have to sell a kidney to pay for them. I told him, as I grabbed my prayer beads, that I was busy asking the universe to keep, The Boys, alive so we can see them, one more time!!
       That was Wednesday and Saturday morning phone calls, the Saturday am TV told me a different story. Daddy Bush was dead. I always, called him Daddy Bush, I have a tendency to nickname people, and it sticks. I don't may have a reason for the names, but often, its random!!
     Daddy Bush was the only Republican I ever voted for. I had enough sense to see my party was in trouble, and the person we had running was not right. ( something that republicans did not recognize this past election!) ( red flags, mean RED FLAGS) ( what didn't you see??) ( grabbing a woman's pussy comment was not enough??) ( deals with Russians? not enough) ( bad hair, not enough)
    OK, I am back, Daddy Bush.
            I wrote him, after I voted and he won the presidents seat, that I hope I had made the right choice. I asked him to work with a Democratic congress, be fair and gentle. I know I would not agree with much that he had planned to do, but I had hope. That would carry me, and I trusted him.
Of course I heard back from him. He told me He and Barbara, thanked me, and would do everything in their power to do good things. ( I like that he included his wife) He told me not, to be so nervous, he would be a good listener. He also told me to write him anytime, maybe that is why I called him Daddy Bush. I loved President and Mrs. Bush. This big snowflake, whatever you may call my liberal heart, loved the Bush family. ( OK his son the other president and I had a rocky relationship)
    I knew he would not live very long, after his Barbara died recently. He was 94, lived a life of service, loved hard, and made mistakes. I am very glad to have known Daddy Bush, I was comfortable with him on this earth. I know his wife and daughter, welcomed him home.
    Two very different stories, touched my life, changed my life in ways, you never know.
    Politics and Music, are strange bed fellows, but I have slept well, knowing these stories.
    Love wins, and you remember the lyrics!!!