I wonder when I die if it will be like those joker candles, where you think they are out and then, one by one, they relight themselves? Would drive the doctors nuts, for sure. I kinda like it, actually … ;o)
“Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.” (Pope Paul VI – who knew he was a poet?)
I fuss over gaining weight, which is good because it says I’m still a woman and have some vanity. Now I need to shop for several burial outfits to see what will fit and look the best. Do funeral directors let you know if your outfit makes your butt look fat?
If I keep chubbing up I wonder if they have an urn that can hold me? I really want to be at least a “small” – maybe curvy, too. As far as I am concerned they can throw some ash out so I fit!! Would like some ashes thrown in the AuSable … no, really. I mean it.
The good thing about shopping periodically for one ‘good’ outfit now and then is I will know how it looked on me the last time I wear it. ;o)
Should I buy a wig, I wonder? Can I trust my old lady hair to just anyone? I’m thinking not. I could go out a redhead, that might be nice.
When my grandma Bessie died, a strict Methodist I dressed her in a bright red dress, got her hair out of the “poodle/Afro thing” they all wear in nursing homes, and painted her nails bright red, earring, the whole 9 yards. Her friends said, “My goodness! She NEVER looked this good alive.” Must be the “I am not a Waitress Red” OPI nail polish (yup, it matched her lipstick. ;o)
Tomorrow my son, Pete, would be 34 years old. Doesn’t seem that it has been that long. Wonder when I meet him, if he will still look like a 2 year old or a strong, handsome auburn haired man?
Since my debut on Faith Magazine as their November cover girl, I am hearing from people I haven’t seen in over 40 years. A double gift. Thank you FAITH folks, for helping me have some wonderful memories to hang on to.
I apologize to my kids, who deserved a big shout out in that article, Beth, Andrea and Nick, and all the grands as well, and a son-in-law who’s pretty nifty too.
To see it for yourselves: Faith Magazine (Diocese of Lansing) There’s like 3 flavors of me there. And note my column!! Woot Woot.
Today, my fog lifted for 3 hours, just about the time the frost began to melt away. Welcome, Hunting Season.
Papa, I know you are here today! We didn’t fall even one time. Or, it could be my guardian angel. Anyway, it’s me, Vicki
I’ve become partial to this one for some reason. Just in case the line to heaven or purgatory is slow, you know?? ;o) Love ya!
Jim, I have an errant link but don’t know how to edit. Hint hint. Blessings, Webmaster.
Your Webmaster has dutifully banished your errant link.
BTW (“by the way” – for those who don’t know; Vicki knows), and not because of Vicki’s Voice, I’ve always considered “webmaster” an ironic term. Computers and the Web force us to enter information in very specific ways – no mistakes, no “wiggle room.” So who/what is the real “master”?
That’s my “odd and end”.
If someone does not carry the whip to keep the Internet in abayance, then we are in trouble. Despite the fact you worry about the hype with the title, you are, and will be, my Webmaster. Even after I am long gone. I trust you to speak in my voice.
Just wish I could find a salary commiserate with all you do!!
Vicki, I keep sending people to your blog on my Facebook page. You are such an inspiration to all of us.
God bless you
Thanks my soldier!! Give love to Cassius and all the others! And someday, if you get to Annie Oakley’s celebration, send me a humble souvenir: a stone, some clay that bears a hoof print. Unless the ‘plops’ are well dried out, i think I could pass on that. But tell Annie, she was my first saint – of what I knew a saint to be – and I will try to emmulate her for all my life.
I just have a big grin on my face! Are you sure you’re not a ‘stand-up’ comic? I want to see this rig-out you plan ……. something I’ve never given a thought to, but am now beginning to contemplate, is my own ‘positively final appearance’ look. This will take some shopping! The variations are almost endless (soorry!) ~ off to trawl the retail websites ……. and maybe with luck get to the sales outlets …….
Thankyou for making my day and go get ’em girl
LOL, don’t know if I could standup – at least not for more that 1/2 hour! But the reclining godess of mirth would be just fine. Any time. But I have learned long ago, laughter takes less energy as weeping. That a smile lifts the heaviness of your soul and heart. And it has been my best defense all my life.
And here, will be my last place to visit with new and old friends. And sometimes i will has you for a funny story, when I cannot recognize these letters, or that photo. But those like you will remind me, and we’ll laugh.
Just let no one give me an old Caudasion wite haired afro. Buy a wig if you must. LOL.
God is with us, and I am with you, so close that if you tracked my modem line, eventually it will track back to you. Pretty nifty, eh?
If you want more privacy you can reach me at Vickib202@gmail.com.
May Papa (God) hold you close in the season of emotion and sense of loss. And know I am there with you as well.
Season’s Greetings – all year long.
Ha!! Spelling needs a bit of tweeking.. Caucasian Fro, lol. The ones you see in all the nursing homee. ;o)
Remember,that book about the older women cheerleaders down south. They stuffed the front of their blouses and their rears to make them more prominent. Wouldn’t that be a hoot! Anyway, please stop fretting about dying and live, live, live! Fran
I’m not so much fretting about me dying, since I don’t have to worry about finances, food, who gets what. And I am positive at least Purgatory will give me a stead w/ mushrooms unlike anything here on earth!!
1) I have a sadness, like in the movie, “Michael”, that I’m just damned ready, but acklowedge stamina is poop.
2) I’m living my crazy life as best i can, and hope somewhere on the journey I can take care of those I love, be prayer, money, memories or wishes.
I have asked Papa for my final wish is to be surrounded by my family and those i have extend family too.
Thanks Thelma, I’ll remember. ;o) Vicki
What an amazing woman you are! I learned about you through the association of frontal temporal dementia when my own father was suffering from this disease. You kindly accepted my facebook friend request and we pass a lot of gifts back and forth to each other.
You serve as such as inspiration to me as by the time my own father was accurately diagnosed, he was already to the point that he never knew anything was wrong. He was diagnosed in May of 2009 and I lost him Jan. 5 of 2010. He was 80 years old. Keep speaking, keep shouting, keep blessing us all with your wit and wisdom. You are the voice for many who no longer can speak and for those who have passed on silently before you.
God bless you, Vicki! I wish I was one of you neighbors! We’d have a lot of fun!
Love and blessings,
I have a feeling we’d be good for each other, too. And when I get myself in a pickle I could call you over 1) to get me unstuck from the bathtub and 2) laughing and crying together.
I am so pleased with the kind words that you and others have said. I didn’t know if this would be an exercise in futility or not. You’ve all made my day, and I enjoy coming back here to relive our conversations.
Love & Blessings,
Papa, don’t forget these wonderful people. It’s me, Vicki.