"With freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?" ~Oscar Wilde
You turned 65 today; yet
Elderly is not how I think of you.
Another day for most is a
Really big one for you…
Silly as it may seem.
Fabulous is what you are even when you’re
Lost in your thoughts
Years fly by my love and I’m so glad that you’re mine.
Pure
Ethereal
Reactions to
Flawless
Emblems of
Choice
Today
via 7/19/19: Smile 😀
I thought of you today
And I smiled 😀
I remembered your watchful gaze
From just the other day.
I know you so well
And I smile 😀
You look out for me
While managing to make life
Look easy.
Your warmth and love
Make me smile 😀
Your eyes tell me
That you love me.
How did I get so lucky?
How did I fall so hard
For a pair of brown eyes
I thought my heart had a formidable guard.
But then I see you
And I smile 😀
I think of you
And I smile 😀
I smell or feel your presence
And I smile 😀
You have everything I need
And I smile 😀
The Pink Lady Gets A Wake Up Call
https://pinklady2016.com/2019/07/13/the-pink-lady-gets-a-wake-up-call/
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I went to an Endocrinologist for an establishment appt. and he tried to convince me that my prior diagnosis’s were all incorrect. I was so angry 😤.
I have years and documents from other doctors and professionals which back up my hypotheses of having Hypothyroidism, Hashimoto’s Disease, Adrenal Fatigue and Autoimmune Disease.
One of my favorite doctors told me “You know, sometimes the rules just don’t apply.” when my bloodwork came back as “normal”.
The only normal I can believe in is my Maytag Dryer setting.
At least I know my body better than that guy seemed to assume he did.
I just feel bad for other folks who get misdiagnosed all the time, hence not getting what they really need. Ya know?
My book The Pink Lady Gets A Wake Up Call addresses this conundrum.
Doesn’t it make you wonder where and why the education of the doctors who are giving the misdiagnosed really come from? Which type of rock do they thrive under?! It makes me wonder.
If I could just
Get my hair under control
I’m certain that my
Day would be controllable too.
If I could just
Keep my home
Martha Stewart Clean
I would feel at peace.
If I could just
Keep my heart, mind & soul
Happy
I would be fun to be around.
If I could just
keep my feelings
Quiet
I could live a fuller life.
If I could just
Accept myself everyday
For what & who I am
My mindset would be redirected to something creative.
Tis a note
Of appreciation
For the turtle movers
Who share the roads of life.
Each year
In my little place
Upon this planet
I am lucky
To interact with turtles
Who are on their
Treks to who knows.
I truly look forward
To seeing the shelled creatures
On their way in the middle
Of my way, home.
If possible (and it always is)
I will stop to assist
The turtle to anywhere else
Rather than the back roads
Of my home town.
Sadly I haven’t saved them
All from the crushing
Blows of tires on vehicles
Going too fast or careless.
But I know that I at least
Helped my few
For a day or two
To be off the roads
Footloose and fancy free.
I will always wonder
Where they really
Are headed
Yet I simply set them in the grass
In the direction their shells
Are pointing.
So to the turtles in my
Speck of the world
Know that I look out for you
Each season because I care.
I just hope I’m helping
I’d hate to make
your journey longer
So keep coming back
Each year
And I will honor your
Trek on the roads of life.
