It’s morning again and I’m cold...
...I hate cold. In 6 months, I’ll be hating hot but for now, I hate cold. I’m so cold my nipples are breaking free of my shirt and that’s an odd little feeling. I think I picked a bad time of the year to move further north.It’s odd moving to new place. I’ve been to the north part of the state but never down south before so the only thing that I recognized when I was there was the Big Dipper. As long as the same stars are up there, I guess I’m close enough to home. The sky is a nice thing, isn’t it? It’s always there and so far, it hasn’t fallen.
I guess the Super Bowl will be on tomorrow but I probably won’t watch it...no fun once the Bears are out of it. It’s time for me to get ready for baseball season and another heartbreak only Cubs fans can suffer. Some things never change. I’m not even sure if I WANT the Cubs to win anymore. It's more special to be the Lovable Losers than a plain old World Series Champ for a year.
It won’t be long until I am the woman that the announcers mention, on the 90th anniversary of her first visit. That seems to be the only way I’ll ever get my face on the big screens, especially since I don’t take offensive signs with me anymore.
I’ll still holler at any player close enough to me. I prefer hollering insults at opponents but I’ll send a hoot out to a hot Cubbie who stands in earshot. Baseball does seem to attract a helluva a lot of pretty boys, doesn’t it? They didn’t used to be pretty, Babe Ruth was a nasty little fat man. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point, they all started getting very cute. I didn’t notice until 1975 when Pete LaCock played first base...badly, for the Cubs. #23 he was...and I loved him.
But there was no way that I would have pursued him, like Donny Osmond, he was far too famous for me to attain. At least that’s what I thought. But the fool was right in front of me and I COULD have snagged his ass, or one like it if I had put forth any effort. I ran across a football player by happenstance and went out with him, I could have gone for that bad first basemen.
But, like so many of us...women, that is...we don’t see ourselves the way others see us. We have our own little picture of what it is we look like and what it is that we’re good at and how clean this or that is and of course, how DOES everyone else see us? We have far too much to worry about and we never feel as though we have completed anything well enough. We worry about our role as much as men worry about theirs’. So, we settle for less than we should because we don’t feel worthy of attaining what we really want and that’s a shame. A lady sent something to me and I was just reading it like I do so many emails that I get and something about it struck me in a way it would only strike a woman...so if I were a man, I probably wouldn’t read it. So, go away and I’ll write something else in a bit....this is for women:
Women have strengths that amaze men.They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice. They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheerwhen their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their heartsbreak when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideas. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vitalthings to say and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIRWORTH.
...I hate cold. In 6 months, I’ll be hating hot but for now, I hate cold. I’m so cold my nipples are breaking free of my shirt and that’s an odd little feeling. I think I picked a bad time of the year to move further north.It’s odd moving to new place. I’ve been to the north part of the state but never down south before so the only thing that I recognized when I was there was the Big Dipper. As long as the same stars are up there, I guess I’m close enough to home. The sky is a nice thing, isn’t it? It’s always there and so far, it hasn’t fallen.
I guess the Super Bowl will be on tomorrow but I probably won’t watch it...no fun once the Bears are out of it. It’s time for me to get ready for baseball season and another heartbreak only Cubs fans can suffer. Some things never change. I’m not even sure if I WANT the Cubs to win anymore. It's more special to be the Lovable Losers than a plain old World Series Champ for a year.
It won’t be long until I am the woman that the announcers mention, on the 90th anniversary of her first visit. That seems to be the only way I’ll ever get my face on the big screens, especially since I don’t take offensive signs with me anymore.
I’ll still holler at any player close enough to me. I prefer hollering insults at opponents but I’ll send a hoot out to a hot Cubbie who stands in earshot. Baseball does seem to attract a helluva a lot of pretty boys, doesn’t it? They didn’t used to be pretty, Babe Ruth was a nasty little fat man. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point, they all started getting very cute. I didn’t notice until 1975 when Pete LaCock played first base...badly, for the Cubs. #23 he was...and I loved him.
But there was no way that I would have pursued him, like Donny Osmond, he was far too famous for me to attain. At least that’s what I thought. But the fool was right in front of me and I COULD have snagged his ass, or one like it if I had put forth any effort. I ran across a football player by happenstance and went out with him, I could have gone for that bad first basemen.
But, like so many of us...women, that is...we don’t see ourselves the way others see us. We have our own little picture of what it is we look like and what it is that we’re good at and how clean this or that is and of course, how DOES everyone else see us? We have far too much to worry about and we never feel as though we have completed anything well enough. We worry about our role as much as men worry about theirs’. So, we settle for less than we should because we don’t feel worthy of attaining what we really want and that’s a shame. A lady sent something to me and I was just reading it like I do so many emails that I get and something about it struck me in a way it would only strike a woman...so if I were a man, I probably wouldn’t read it. So, go away and I’ll write something else in a bit....this is for women:
Women have strengths that amaze men.They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice. They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheerwhen their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their heartsbreak when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideas. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vitalthings to say and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIRWORTH.
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