Mirrors!

This morning when I looked in the mirror, I said, out loud: “um, just when did you arrive?” That person in the mirror said: “I snuck in some years back”. But, my mind, all the while, kept arguing, trying to convince me that I’m still 22. Now, my emotions? They jumped in and said they think I’m 2 right now. I didn’t even have to ask my body. It screamed at me that it thinks I’m 102. And, my spirit? It said: “I’m every age and I’ve been here since you were born”. Then, another Spirit spoke up and said: “I’m every age, and, I too, have been here since you were born… again”! Oh! And, I just remembered that our old band, Shepherd’s Heart, used to do an original tune of ours called “Look In The Mirror”. Gotta resurrect that one. Love you guys. SIGNED, Thank God Love Is Age-less & Mirror-less, more or less…

“Co-Ops, Duped-plexes & Home Sweet Home! Sing Like a Canary To One, Sing Like A Bird To All!"

“Co-Ops, Duped-plexes & Home Sweet Home! Sing Like a Canary To One, Sing Like A Bird To All!" What? So, you’ve been a part of that Life Co-op that everyone joins and lives in, right? You know? Where you must cooperate to exist? But, maybeyou’ve begun to tell all to all and ask too many people what you should do about everything. And, still you get no cooperation. Feel duped. That’s when it’s time to invest in another piece of real estate. You gotta live in the Co-op, but you need a duped-plex, to keep it real. A place to go to find that one person you can trust. Or maybe 2. Where you won’t be duped. I have a few friends and the One. Yes, we have to live in the Life Co-op and cooperate with everyone, but we don’t have to tell all to everyone. OH! And, the photographs are of the my house this morning. It’s my combo of Home Sweet Home, Co-Op & Duped-plex. And, those 4 big pines? Won’t be there after the weekend. The neighbors are having an arborist come and take out all the pines. I’ll be pining for the pines so bad, but not the pollen. So, what do you pine for? A Co-Op, a Duped-plex, Home Sweet Home, or all 3? Me? I love all 3. We need all 3. Remember… If you’re gonna sing like a canary, let it be to One. If you’re gonna sing like a bird? Sing to all. But, talk to One. Special friend and to God. Song for today? “I Can’t Get No Cooperation!” Wait! No no no! That’s another song about satisfaction. PIMP LOL. SIGNED, Sing Like a Bird To All, Sing Like a Canary To One, Be At Home In Your Duped-plex

IN A NUTS SHELL!

"IN A NUTS SHELL!" Just this nuts homemade humor and hope in a nutshell. Hope it cracks you up. So, today, I had 4 different short stories to share, so I put it all in 1 post. Yes, I’m a nut. And, sometimes, I come out of my shell.

#1 Imagine, if you dare, me bending down to get out my blow-dryer out and getting my hair caught on a necklace hanging on the wall and thinking it was a spider or something worse. And, imagine, if you dare, me thrashing my head around the bathroom like a maniac to get it off, finally realizing it was a necklace. Did you dare imagine? Did you laugh? Good. So, did I. Right after I tried smashing it on my head. No photography is necessary. Imagination takes a great snapshot. Imagine if I had taken a video? Coulda sent it to America's Funniest Home Videos. And, been cashin' in.   SIGNED, Smashin' & Thrashin' & Coulda Been Cashin'...In

#2 Sometimes, we gag at a gnat while swallowing a camel! Yum yum. And, think we're doin' it all in good taste. Shoulda posted this one yesterday! Hump day?! PIMP LOL DUH LOL! Jus’ sayin’! Anyways, sometimes, we nitpick others l'il faults while ignoring our own big faults. SIGNED, All Choked Up & Ridin' That Camel To The Oasis For A Rest, All In Good Taste, Gnaturally

#3 Searchin' the house this morning for energy 'n elbow grease cuz it's cleanin' day. In the fridge, I found a waffle and fruit for the energy part, with no grease. And, within me, I'm hoping to find the elbow grease with no waffling and fruitiness. Just hard work. Sometimes, you gotta get dirty to clean up. Did I mention I don't like cleaning as much as I used to? Especially with my body. No worries. Extra elbow grease applied while on my knees. SIGNED, Not Maid For This Anymore, Made To Sing & Write

#4 “Perfume! Act scents or Accents?” Almost 1/2 way thru the year and I still have over 1/2 of my Christmas perfume left. I wear it light. Otherwise, I'd stink. And, that'd stink! There’s a fine mist between perfume and stink, per the fumes. Perfume is an accent. Not a scent that acts like a choking gas. So, don’t act stinky nor act scent stinky. The scent that comes from your soul and your body should accent you as a gentle, sweet fragrance. Not act scent you as a fumer. There's also a fine mist between sweet and sickenly sweet. Have a fine afternoon. SIGNED, Not Stinky

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Beach Waves Crashin' & Rice Krispies Cracklin'!

"Beach Waves Crashin' & Rice Krispies Cracklin'!" What? So! For around 3 weeks, I've been waking up to the sound of beach waves crashing and rolling and Rice Krispies crackling. No. I haven’t been on vacation and eatin' my breakfast on thebeach. PIMP LOL DUH LOL. I only wish. The sounds are in my ears and sinuses, for real. And, I feel the waves tossin' me 'round like a rag doll. Maybe it's been 3 years, not 3 weeks that I've been trying to get well and battle this body of mine before I snap, crack up and pop a vein. The time rolls over me like the waves. No worries… This rag doll is rollin’ with the waves. Floatin’ on faith. Prayin' for a beach/mountain vacation... Someday... Until then? When the waves crash around me, I trust in the Wave-maker. And, even on the roughest days, I try to make a splash. Oh! And, the photograph? Was one I took last year. I hope I make it back again this year and it's just as spectacular. Just making it there will be spectacular. Hoping for big things this year. In small steps.... Trace

The Musician's Road Can Be Rocky!

The musician’s road can be “rock”y! PIMP LOL. Okay. Okay. A few jokes here. We have a road sign in our music room that reads Musicians Road. And, we have a magnificent drawing my daughter drew of rocks hanging in there and you can see them both in the photodrama. And! There is the referral to rock (rock ’n roll) music. And, lastly? Yes, the musician’s road can def be rocky… But, so worth rolling on... Oh! And, we are so hoping one day to be able to frame alot of her work to hang in our music/arts room. And, speaking of rock music? Here's a li'l southern rock to get your day going! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuvH6u30t9o&list=PL71B8B60F458D41D4&index=28  SIGNED, The Musician In Trace

Hangin' Out With The Boys! Mista Gibson No Les, Jazzy Jackson, Alvarez, Arts Marshall, Mista Fender On A Bender and Mista Samzjamz!

"Hangin' Out With The Boys! Mista Gibson No Les, Jazzy Jackson, Alvarez, Arts Marshall, Mista Fender On A Bender and Mista Samzjamz!" What? Well, I jus' like hangin' out with the guys when I'm frettin'. Sometimes, they are so off the wall (like me). Strings attached. Always in tune with my heart and soul. So, what's my story? Well, it's about hangin' out, of course. See, we went to hang out with some friends the other night. You may remember me posting about Michele and Michael Hriciso. They both work for the Sheriff's Dept. Michele had been in the hospital for over a year and is finally home. Thank you all so much for all the prayers. We went there to show some love and spend some time. To give presence. Anyways, we ended up being the ones getting the presents. One gift was seeing Michele and her family home and together with smiles. Michele is a hero and has come a long way. Mike, her husband is a huge hero also. He remodeled their whole home, while working, taking care of their boy and visiting her every day. He remodeled to prepare for her home-coming and to take care of her. It is amazing. The detail and care brought tears to our eyes. Mike's sister is helping and I know so many behind the scenes. The 2nd gift was some beautiful guitar hangers for our music room. Mike and Michele have always been some of our biggest supporters, musically and friends, and she used to play bass with us in our previous church band. Anyways, I've been recouping myself and trying to make progress. It's slow, but like I said when I fret, I come in here...to the music room. For writing and music and quiet or noise. To be with the boys. Musicians and instruments. And, my God. When I fret or when I don't, I go to him. To stay in tune... To stay in His presence. Take time to hang out with someone this week. Only, no strings attached. Unless, you take along a guitar. DUH LOL PIMP LOL. And, take time to hang out with God. He don't mind if you're off the wall. SIGNED, Hangin' Tough Off The Wall

AN EMPTY PLATE SAYS A MOUTHFUL!

"AN EMPTY PLATE SAYS A MOUTHFUL!" What? So, finding foods that my body can digest and absorb without freakin’ it out is why I always have a full plate! Mind-wise! And, why I never have a full plate, food-wise. And, that’s saying a mouthful! PIMP LOL. Don’t I wish I could still have a full plate. And that? Is my fool mouth saying I so miss mouthfuls and platefuls. Still, I am thankful for those times when something works right. Sometimes, I just have to clear off my plate and start over… Make room for new foods. New ideas. Make room, also, for God to fill it. With soul food. Sometimes an empty plate says a mouthful. And, a full plate is, sometimes, hard to swallow. Make sure your full plate isn't a fool's plate. SIGNED, Being Thankful Says A Mouthful

SOUL STAMP COLLECTOR!

“SOUL STAMP COLLECTOR!” So, in 2006, I had a life-as-it-was altering seizure. It erased much of my life and I was life-less for some time. But, came back. I was thinking today as I remembered a few things that were scattered amongst the synapses of my mind. There are those events and individuals that made such an indelible imprint in my soul that even if my memories are scrambled and forgotten, what those events and people taught me is still in here. Cannot be erased. Won’t be erased. Most importantly? God’s imprint on my soul is what made those imprints possible. And, impossible to erase. That’s one small way I know He is real. He cannot be erased. No matter what happened to me or how bad I got, He was there. Anyways, I call the imprints in my life: soul stamps! They are stamped on my soul forever. I collect them. Yes. I am a nerdy stamp collector. One last thing? In my experience, it always seems that the frightful memories in life come to mind with a lot more ease than the delightful. So, I am working hard to fix that in my own mind through the spirit. With much much help from God’s Spirit…The Maker Of The Soul Stamp and The Soul Stamp Collector. Trace