Moving Day is Here

I’ve mentioned before that I was planning on moving the blog, and your subscriptions will be going along with me.  Email subscribers will continue to receive email notifications of new posts as before.

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It’s changing from www.adjustingyourfocus.wordpress.com to www.adjustingyourfocus.com. Just taking out 10 spaces.

See ya on the other side…

And I hope I don’t leave some boxes behind… I’m great at screwing things up.

Redneck Dreams

Okay, so before you start this, you must know to sing it to the sound of Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams… So if you don’t know how it sounds, here’s the video, so after you listen to the first couple of verses, you’ll know how to sing my poem.  Tehe!
He said let’s go get some canned heat
Go to the dirt race track
Talk about our dreams
Needed shades to hide his teeth’s gleam
He was wearing a grill
Things are not always what they seem
She said he was the perfect guy
I’m still trying to figure out why
I can see the end before it begins my one question is

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Say you can forget me
I’m not into rednecks, check out Farmers Only babe
I truly have to flee
Please don’t call me again even if it’s just in your redneck dreams (Ah ah)
Redneck dreams (Ah ah)

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LOL! The inspiration for this is a friend I used to have set me up with this guy. She said he was my age (he wasn’t). She said he was really cute and nice (he had a beer gut, ugly as homemade sin and his language mainly consisted of GD, MF and the n-word). Yes, this was a blind date. Yes, I wish I had been blind. And deaf.

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I was stuck with these people (it was a double date) for hours, as we had to drive an hour and a half just to get to this race track. I had no idea where we were going. So, after “polite” conversation just to get through the night, dirt and grit in my teeth and hair, we finally got back to my friend’s (exfriend’s) car so we could get home. Oh, and my friend’s date/boyfriend at the time kept grabbing my a**. She thought that was a hoot. Hence the exfriend part? She was an idiot. She’d never acted like an idiot till this night.

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Not trying to dis rednecks. Everyone deserves their redneck love. Just not here, babe.

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Oh, and he didn’t really have a grill. LOL. I could have kept going with this “song” but thought I’d keep it short tonight.

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#30daysofpoetry

Party of One

Was it something I said

My friends have all fled

I’ve pushed them away

I like to keep people at bay

Can’t help I have walls up

Always been a loner, yup

It’s how I was raised

To be alone and afraid

To let people in

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Sneaky Snake

Little girl standing tall

Sneaky snake standing small

Beneath the old oak tree

He was reaching for me

I was watching men dig the pond

No idea the snake wanted to bond

He stood as high as he could on his tail

Tried to reach my hand to no avail

He stood straight up and didn’t wiggle

The diggers and I couldn’t help but giggle

It was surely a sight and not one of fright

Not your everyday ordinary squiggle

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One of Mama’s memories/stories was my inspiration for this poem. She recalled when they moved out to this old place and these men were digging out where the pond was to be. She was 11 or 12 and she was standing, watching and one of the men was gasping and pointing and motioning to her hand hanging down. She looked down and saw the most peculiar thing – a little green snake, reaching for her hand and standing on the end of his tail.

Well, you know how animals can smell fear? I mean, it’s scientific that fear has a certain odor. I think, too, that creatures can smell when people are good and kind and maybe this cute, funny little snake knew she was a sweetheart and was trying to befriend her. The man and Mama couldn’t help but giggle. She’d never seen a snake standing on its tail. I mean, have you?! Too bad she didn’t have a camera.

#30daysofpoetry

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Prepping for January’s challenge – Plant-based diet

The only prepping I am planning to do for January is pulling back from coffee. I’m going from 6 cups a day to 1 cup a day and I started this yesterday. I can tell it’s having an effect on me as my eyes and body are severely tired. I’m just thankful I haven’t had the withdrawal headaches.

I quit the following on Dec 31 at midnight – no more meat, no more dairy, no more products from animals such as eggs, no more packaged food such as with plastic, metal cans, frozen, no processed foods, no sugar, no salt, no coffee, no alcohol. Only plant-based foods (the certified organic foods that you would find at Whole Foods or a community co-op.

Why? Well, I guess I’ll explain all that on day one if I haven’t explained already in an earlier post.

Lost and Lonely

If you have not seen this Lost Panda video, I highly recommend it but be warned, it might make you cry because it yanks hard at those heartstrings.

Fluff and stuff lost

Not knowing a soul

Where’d my mama go?

Nobody knows

Tear soaked soiled cheeks

Scared, sad and tired

Traveled place to place

Just to see her face

Seeking my person

Looking everywhere

Help along the way

Will I find her today?

Lost in this great big world

Until I’m found

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Lost Panda is so pathetic. It’ll make you cry, especially if you are an ole sentimental sap like me. Mama turned me on to this commercial. I’ve seen the short version on TV but the long version is better. I have 2 very special stuffed animals (one I’ve had since I was about 3, and the other I bought myself when I was preggers with Hallie over 18 years ago) and this video makes me grab them both and snuggle with them all night long. Let me know what you think?

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Nearly Caught My Death

I saw a man

And he saw me

His eyes could kill

I had to flee

Was nearly home

Thought I was free

But blinding lights

I could not see

The truck passed by

I flipped him, gee

He slammed his breaks

Hard as can be

One inch from death

I need whiskey

To calm me down

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Seriously! This just happened. I am sooooo stupid. I had a craving and thought, well, December is my free zone where I can eat what I want so why not go to Schlotsky’s and get my favorite pizza in the world (their chicken pesto pizza just rocks my socks off!) and as I drive away, this dude is standing there, alone, with killing in his eyes. He saw me see him and I drove away as quickly as I could without seeming suspicious.  Yikes.

I think I’ve made it home free and I turn on my road and this jerk in a truck pulls in behind me with his brights! Honestly, when he braked right in front of me (and I know he could not see me flip him off because it’s dark as death out there, but yes, I know I should not have done it. Anyway….) I thought he was going to get out of his truck and shoot my sorry a**. Scared the bejibbers out of me.

Next time I have a craving, I will tell myself to bite me. I will find something in the house.  Honey, I’m lucky to be aliiiiive. Maybe it sounds a little dramatic but it was really scary and my heart is still racing. Time for a little firenog (eggnog and Fireball). Fireball is cinnamon whiskey and I’m not a big whiskey drinker but it’s pretty nice mixed with eggnog. Mmmmmm…

#30daysofpoetry

 

 

Living in Such a Way

It’s about living your life every day
And living in such a way
That you make a difference with the small things
You assist with what the universe brings
Pay attention

Life is not just about looking for your one big purpose
It’s about living in the moment and being of service
There are people around that need a helping hand
It doesn’t have to be a gesture that’s so beyond grand
It could be so small

Helping someone pick up something that they dropped
Buying someone’s coffee behind you while you’re stopped
Paying a few bucks for the person behind you at the drive thru
Keep your eyes open for what you can do

The universe will reward you
But don’t do it just because it’s the right thing to do
Do it because you want to

#30daysofpoetry

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Hallie asked me yesterday where I get my inspiration from. Let me know if you’d be interested in my sharing this with you. I suppose it could be helpful to other creatives out there.

This one was inspired by watching Kevin Probably Saves the World. It comes on Tuesday nights, though they are on a holiday break till Jan 2 – best show on tv and Jason Ritter is the only person who could have done this role justice. I was watching it on the DVR tonight and it was something Kevin said that struck a chord with me. He said (and I paraphrase),

“It’s not about looking to do a grand gesture. It’s about each moment. It’s about helping someone out. The small things. Not because you know it’s the right thing but because you want to.”

I’m telling you right now, I cry with each episode. Not because it’s sad because it’s not sad. It’s heartwarming and I think if everyone watched it, the world would be a better, more peaceful place. I’m just sayin’…

She Chose Her Life

She dances in the rain
And doesn’t care who sees
She never claims to be sane
She’s as free as can be

Doesn’t care what they say
Couldn’t care less ’bout that
She made herself this way
Gossipers she winks at

She lives on her own terms
She knows she gets one dance
The happiness is hers
If she decides the chance

Joy is a choice she made
Not life by circumstance
But choosing her own road
The world is her expanse

#30daysofpoetry

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Hallie asked me today where I get my inspiration from. Let me know if you’d be interested in my sharing this with you. I suppose it could be helpful to other creatives out there.

So today’s was the first line She dances in the rain. It just popped into my head so I typed it in. Then I wondered ‘why did she dance in the rain? What caused her to dance in the rain?’ I just started jotting down more words until, finally, I had it all. Just the first line and I went with it…

Christmas in Mississippi

The sun rises over the Mississippi
Diamonds dance upon the waters
Glowing embers mesmerize
Time spent with sons and daughters

Crackling of wood burning
Bonfires and s’mores
Warm wooly mittens
Decorating chores

Red cheeks and noses
Spiced cider and hot cocoa
Yesterday’s snowmen melting away
Christmas tree lights twinkling in the window

Packages arriving
Gifts being wrapped with special care
Families and friends laughing
Wagging tails and joy-filled eyes everywhere

Treats on the table and the stockings
And hearts filled with connection and love
Everyone filled with gratitude
For everything we’ve received from above

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My Buddy

Living in my shadow

This large fluff-ball of joy

Holds such love in his eyes

A precious little boy

Sweet kisses on my chin

Brings me his special toy

So we play tug of war

My dog I soooooo enjoy

 

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