Think'n of ya Auntie M

In the past on Halloween I would receive a phone call at Dad’s from Aunt Mary, that is until last year, her voice gone and her ability to hold the phone taken away as her ALS progressed. The silence of the phone a bitter reminder that she was trapped in the failing body. I won’t feel as sad this year because she’s free of the horror, this disease takes your dignity when your body fails you. She can sing now and laugh, she can talk and run, God has liberated her.
I’ll cherish those calls to sing to me forever.

It's candy corn time

No matter if you celebrate it as Halloween or another day
HAVE A HAPPY!
I know I will.

I plan on spending my time relaxing once the kids are in school. I think I deserve it today.
We will be going to my dad’s for a bit of fun later that night.


There is something about this time of year I find myself pondering in front of the candy. Thinking about how many tiny bars equal one real size. I did an assessment today, note I refuse to do the math this is just my thinking, my delusion, it take six. That’s right I said six. Allow me to explain my theory two isn’t it, any one can tell that three is odd. Four is too even, five is wrong so it’s six. You can eat six tiny bars to equal one. Go on it’s fine.


I don’t actually like candy corn myself. It’s just colored sugar shaped like pumpkins and stuff, but I eat at least a small hand full every year. Why? you ask. Because you have to, it’s bad luck not to eat it. It’s like new years day and black-eyed -peas.


I don’t dress for Halloween. Well I dress, not in costume any more. I’m looking for a photograph of me dressed like a witch when working as an entertainer for a local restaurant, I could only find this picture of me from improvisational theater. Many moons ago.

Be safe and eat your candy corn for luck. ;-}

Fish fry thoughts

At the fish fry Saturday I had several discussions that were interesting to me so I thought I’d share with you. I’ll skip the football ones. Some are OU and some OSU fans. OSU folks were happy with beating Nebraska. I spoke about how Drew needs a team around him. Then walked away from the rest of the football talk.

Politics were discussed and those I was talking with agreed so no big discussion this time.

We talked about birthdays, with several this month and mine approaching. I laughed and said I don’t mind having a birthday it beats a dirt nap. My older cousin agreed he’ll see fifty soon enough. My younger cousin said she’d like to get it over with, she’s in too much pain. I can’t think of wanting to leave yet. I have so much to do. What about my children and what about grandchildren? I’d like to meet some of you folks. I want to see a whale, I want to touch one but the laws are strict. I have a bunch of stuff to keep me on this earth for a while. I think several of us were stunned at what she said.

I spoke to my Baptist cousin about being baptized and about women in the church and Bible. We disagree on baptism and agree on women being able to preach.

I came home to find a birthday card from a high school friend. She always remembers my birthday. It’s a holiday so it’s easy to remember. You’d think I remember her’s, what with it being ON THE SAME DAY! Now I have to rush out and get a card in the mail. Doh!

I thought about fellowship and being together, we seek out companionship. It’s the way we are created, God wants us to have each other to talk to and be with. Even those who trek off to the woods for solitude find something for companionship, an animal of some kind to relate to if there for a long while. A beautiful fall day with children laughing and playing, friends and family lovingly teasing each other. We were missing those who are gone now and those sitting by a bed waiting for the last breath to be taken and the grieving to begin. We pause for a moment when my aunt calls herself "The Favorite Aunt" Now the only one for my cousin, I have two of those ornery ladies to love left, my mom’s siblings are dwindling in numbers. We ask about our uncle and how he’s doing. It’s an aggressive cancer. I was glad to hear that some family members are giving up smoking. It’s hard but so worth it.

Thanksgiving is discussed it’s time for the younger women to step up now, I promised to cook what was needed for a traditional meal. Life yields to the changes our families make but only for a moment then the seasons change and you morn no more, there is no crying in Heaven.

Here is a public service announcement

Please have your heaters inspected before turning them on. We braved the cold until they could be checked and thank God we did. The up stairs heater had a problem that might have killed my children. We are also seeing a rash of house fires several involving the death of children. Please be safe this winter.

Say it nice day

Today is comment something nice about yourself and if you want others.
We have rules

You can’t say I have nice red hair, but it’s . . .
I have a good smile but need a good . . .
It all has to be good.

You think this is a simple thing I had to do this when I was studying improvisational theater. My instructor kept having to stop me from adding the but I . . . .

It’s National Say Something Nice About Yourself & Those You Care About Day.
NSSNAYATYCAD
You can purchase a rubber bracelet for two dollars @ ;-}

Turning back to HIm

When you’re addicted to something you’re just that. Everything in you pulls you towards the evil that calls to you. Not long ago I suggested one big birthday party for some of my friends. One loved the idea then began telling me where she felt we should go. It sounds like a nice place only it has a bar. That’s not a problem for me because I can walk away from it. The problem is that I’ll need to make an excuse for not drinking. Just the thought of saying it to people sends a panic through me. I know that they love me and they will understand. I think it’s the forever odd moments when they offer wine at their home. I’ve had a glass there, I was sick after so I won’t do that again. I believe that God was letting me know to stay away from it. I don’t think my husband even knows about the addition. It’s something I have never really spoken of except here in blog world. Why hide it? I’m sure you are all asking that question. Because it's my battle I fight it when it creeps it’s ugly head up. I’ve weathered hard times without stopping in a bar and I feel confident that I will never order vodka again.





Danny once said he didn’t know why God takes it away from some and not others. I think He gives some of us the strength to walk away from the bar, others He takes the want for it completely away. I wonder if she ever looked at God when she walked over to the dealer, did she look back hoping for Him to stop her?


I don’t think she did in her desperation to end her pain.

Now her journey will bring more pain then her heart has ever felt.

Doggonit do you get one?

What makes a dog a good dog for your home?


I don’t believe that they need be published as Miss Shadow was in YOUR PUREBRED PUPPY A BUYER’S GUIDE (Shameless bragging is what that is)


It all depends on what you’re looking for in a dog.


Do you want one that will love your other dogs?
Do you want one that will get along with others like Miss Shadow Voted the number one therapy dog before retirement before she came to live with me?(Shameless bragging noted)



Do you want one that will suffer the consequences with you?




How about one that can protect you?



Lap dog anyone?



I think they need to tolerate what the owners do to them.

Dogs are dogs they bark, chew stuff up, jump on you, and can make huge messes.


You have to find the right fit for you.


Don't forget to water them

All of the photographs are Milly’s and may not be reproduced.
All the dogs lived in my home. The puppy playing with Shadow was foster puppy Panzer who went to live in California. All three of the dogs have passed away.

Sandy Times

I can be a bit outspoken at times so staying quiet when I have something so heavy on my heart is difficult.

I know turn the other cheek and the meek shall inherit the earth. Yet it’s so darn hard to hold my tongue. I believe in truth and honesty with life. I also know that perception is reality. What you believe is true, is the truth that you believe.


A brief explanation is in order because this is becoming a mole hole, winding around the place.
I attended two meetings and said what I felt needed to be said. What I suggested is now into play. People are upset, it’s understandable it hurts. It was also a needed thing. Am I to blame? No I don’t feel bad for my suggestion I wasn’t the one who had to deliberate it all. I have a huge amount of respect for the men who decide what is to happen, what’s allowed, where we should be going. It’s a difficult job and without monetary pay. The hard part is that some of those involved are friends. One of them has a friend who is now lashing out at the men and the church. I’m so perplexed as to why if you are so angry you would keep walking into those doors only to try to drag more people into your tirade.


God answered my prayers Sunday and I was kept out of the uproar. I didn’t want to have to speak my mind Sunday. Things were quiet and I was blessed with a very nice lunch with good friends after.


I think we should all understand that our ministers have families and that our elders have families. These men do the best that they can and that they are in constant prayer for guidance. I saw it in my friend’s eyes, I could hear it in his voice as we spoke that he is taking it to heart, he’s a wonderful man and jokes with me about being his favorite democrat, he’s my favorite republican elder.


God is still leading us and it looks like sand is going to be at our feet a while longer.

She showed us the reality

Margaret Bourke-WhiteBread Line during the Louisville flood, Kentucky1937

NURENBURG, GERMANY

"We are in a privileged and sometimes happy position. We see a great deal of the world. Our obligation is to pass it on to others."

Margaret Bourke-White on war and photojournalism,

Portrait of Myself

Proverbs 16 NIV

This is where my Bible opened Sunday. When I’m not sure what to read I close my eyes, take a deep breath, ask God to lead, and then open my Bible

Proverbs 16
1 To man belong the plans of the heart, but from the LORD comes the reply of the tongue.
2 All a man's ways seem innocent to him, but motives are weighed by the LORD.
3 Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and your plans will succeed.
4 The LORD works out everything for his own ends— even the wicked for a day of disaster.
5 The LORD detests all the proud of heart. Be sure of this: They will not go unpunished.
6 Through love and faithfulness sin is atoned for; through the fear of the LORD a man avoids evil.
7 When a man's ways are pleasing to the LORD, he makes even his enemies live at peace with him.
8 Better a little with righteousness than much gain with injustice.
9 In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps.
10 The lips of a king speak as an oracle, and his mouth should not betray justice.
11 Honest scales and balances are from the LORD; all the weights in the bag are of his making.
12 Kings detest wrongdoing, for a throne is established through righteousness.
13 Kings take pleasure in honest lips; they value a man who speaks the truth.
14 A king's wrath is a messenger of death, but a wise man will appease it.
15 When a king's face brightens, it means life; his favor is like a rain cloud in spring.
16 How much better to get wisdom than gold, to choose understanding rather than silver!
17 The highway of the upright avoids evil; he who guards his way guards his life.
18 Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.
19 Better to be lowly in spirit and among the oppressed than to share plunder with the proud.
20 Whoever gives heed to instruction prospers, and blessed is he who trusts in the LORD.
21 The wise in heart are called discerning, and pleasant words promote instruction.
22 Understanding is a fountain of life to those who have it, but folly brings punishment to fools.
23 A wise man's heart guides his mouth, and his lips promote instruction.
24 Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
25 There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death.
26 The laborer's appetite works for him; his hunger drives him on.
27 A scoundrel plots evil, and his speech is like a scorching fire.
28 A perverse man stirs up dissension, and a gossip separates close friends.
29 A violent man entices his neighbor and leads him down a path that is not good.
30 He who winks with his eye is plotting perversity; he who purses his lips is bent on evil.
31 Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained by a righteous life.
32 Better a patient man than a warrior, a man who controls his temper than one who takes a city.
33 The lot is cast into the lap, but its every decision is from the LORD.

I’m a lazy woman today

For real it’s after one and I’m in my Sock Monkey PJ bottoms. So you know they now have Sock Monkey sheets that match, that’s good news because it would be like camouflage, where do I start and where do I end?

Where are the children? Gone that’s right they moved out for fall break.

So here I am just laying round not doing much of anything. The reality is that soon I’ll be cleared for work and boy is it gonna kill me when I go back. I like to work in an area that keeps me moving. I predict aching feet and tired legs. My lungs are better but I still get a bit winded at times.

I need to do some things around here I just don’t want to. I have dinner planned I made soup yesterday so it’s leftovers. It’s cooler in Oklahoma these days so soup is what we need.

My dad for some odd reason decided to set up a fish fry for late October I’m hoping the weather isn’t too cold for everyone. We could eat inside except that it’s about sixty people. He has trained the younger men to cook so they could stand outside for us. Here’s the cool thing one of the guys I grew up with will be there. I went to kindergarten with his brother. My mom was their babysitter, that gave us lots of time together. They use to introduce her as the woman who raised them. She treated them almost as she did her own. We were punished harder.

I’m already tiring of politics. With the elections rolling faster towards us it’s as if we can’t escape it. As some of you know I come from a political minded family so the talk is always in the room at gatherings. I’m sure my brother is working hard to see that the Democrats take over. I find that I’m disillusioned these days. I was shocked to hear that young voters aren’t voting. What a disappointment no matter what your party belief is you should study, get an opinion, and vote. I was proud to vote. Heck I campaigned for Carter. I was part of a campus and radio debate, my question to the representative was: "Reagan said as a Democrat he made several mistakes what makes him think he won’t as a Republican, he’s the same man isn’t he? Guess what? The dude didn’t answer the question and completely side stepped the whole thing rambling on about nothing. I wondered if the radio audience heard me say "What, that didn’t answer the question." I know the live audience saw my face. That might be why I wasn’t asked to meet Nancy Reagan when Dad met her. I wonder if he was afraid of the FBI check?

I use to worry more about this earth but God assures us when it done it’s done. I don’t pollute on purpose but I use the products of those who do. I don’t know how to stop that. Even those who claim they don’t are suspect to me. I envision 20/20 showing up with a camera and me being all mad for a long time, my husband hating to take me in the store because I get loud.

I can get loud when provoked. And I can get tough. I was in TGI Fridays one night with the husband and his friends we were waiting for a table when this guy bumped into me from behind not once but twice. The third time I checked him into the bar. (Checked is a hockey term) He sailed quite nicely across the bar then got up and looked at Dave and my husband they pointed to little me. I’m five one and at the time weighed a lot less. I smiled and he walked away. Dude learned a lesson about bumping into people over and over again. Thank goodness I’ve mellowed.

Well this was a ramble of a post on a cool crisp Oklahoma day. Mmmm apple crisp pie sounds . . . I can’t stop rambling. The sewing machine is calling to me so I need to change and do something productive. Have a nice day!

To Treat or Not to Treat

This time of year always starts a rash of debates and discussions as to whether a family should participate in Halloween. Some think you’re sending your child out into the demon worshiping world dressed like a princess to take part in a devil worshiping night. That’s a bit extreme to me.

My church sees it as an outreach.
You are asked to bring a canned food item for our food bank to join in the Fall Festival, it isn’t enforced no child is turned away. The community is invited, this means children who have never stepped foot in a church are welcomed in with their parents. We have a safe environment for the children to trick or treat, this is important in the area it’s not the safest in town. We have games with prizes, hot dogs, popcorn, and so much more. All of this for a canned good if you brought one.


My opinion on this is they are having fun pretending to be a cat or a cheerleader or a super hero. My children don’t see it as demon night, they see it as a night of fun they are just giggles and love. We as adults make it into a horror movie.


I’ve never been fond of celebrating the holiday by dressing up and traipsing around the neighborhoods for candy. Then again I just wanted a normal birthday with pretty decorations.
My children love the fun and candy so I celebrate them being children for another year.

Making something out of nothing at all

I have a letter that my grandfather wrote to my grandmother when they were dating. It shows truly how he was. He gave her the facts of life in Yukon Oklahoma. Box lunch auctions and the weather written down to the last detail. I wonder what she read in that letter that made her heart beat faster. She was a lady with money in love with a man who was a farmer. Farming was a good profession back in the day and it was honorable so she wasn’t marring down. They lost the farm when my grand father became ill.


Life was hard but she still loved this stoic and hard man. They made it through the depression leaving my grandfather incapable of letting go of anything it seemed. He had stacks of news papers, jars, and bottles everywhere. This once wealthy woman who lived in the rich part of Oklahoma City was living in a trash bin of a home. She treasured new things and wouldn’t use them. We found boxes of night gowns, robes, and house shoes when she died, never worn. New towels and sheets were neatly kept in the closet.

My grandparents were poor, how poor? They lived in a very run down home, by run down I mean holes in the floor. They had two bedrooms only because the bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom were built on. That’s a hard way to raise seven children. In a two room house. Two died during an influenza outbreak. Some of you might remember that year. It took many lives. I’ve always wondered about one of my aunts that died, I have no idea why she has stayed in my head but she seemed to always be there. I’ve stood at her grave holding my son’s hand, the same age at the time of her death. I thought about how sad it must have been for them.


My grandmother seemed to always be old to me. She showed signs of a hard life with grandpa and her children. Four boys and one girl left after the girls died. One thing that remained was her beauty within, you saw it in her smile, her love, her heart. I loved them all. Dad tells me you could hear her singing as she walked home from town. I wish that I had been given that opportunity.


When we would come for dinner she would have a feast on the table, an amazing feast. As you came in she greeted you with a hug, yes even you would have been welcomed in by her loving arms. The incredible smell tempted you to the table for a quick preview of a taste, you had to be quick because you were about to be scooted outside. Her pickles were famous in the family. The pickled beets were warm and so good I could eat the whole bowl, green beans, corn, and potatoes all from grandpa’s garden. Grandpa was a farmer so he knew how to grow things in the rocky soil. My grandmother, who never seemed to have much in the way of money, could cook a feast fit for a king. Her laughter, her smile, and love were the best part of the visit.


I wonder how far we’ve come from then and is it an advancement?

My grandmother loved a man who wrote of practical things, she lived in a humble home, she could cook a feast, she could find love for everyone that came to her door, a woman in my time might have walked away from such a hard life, become bitter and angry. Not my grandmother, not even after the strokes took her ability to walk without a walker, not even with her slurred speech, did she give a bitter word.


Her love and laughter will always remain with me, she seemed to make love out of nothing at all.

Fireflies in the Garden by: Robert Frost

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,

And here on earth come emulating flies,

That though they never equal stars in size,

(And they were never really stars at heart)

Achieve at times a very star-like start.

Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

When I was a child I loved chasing fireflies at Grandpa’s. We’d catch them in the many glass jars that he always had about, always afraid of a depression again I suppose. I’d find them near Grandma’s lilac bush.My Dad has one growing from her’s in his yard. I want one someday in my yard. I’d capture the little glowing wonders only to let them go in the house. I always wondered if they made Grandma giggle and Grandpa grumble. When they turned out the light for the night.

A subliminal message from Miss Littles

Wednesday night I was listening to the last Sunday’s sermon on the way home. We needed to be sure that the CD was ok. As I listened to the sermon here is what took place.

"Most of us are busier than we want to be. You feel like your kids schedules are out of control"
I agreed.
My son spoke "Yes thank you"
"We have within in us an"
"I want a puppy"
Giggles
"We want to please our parents"
"I want a puppy"
Giggles
'I spent hours and hours and hours'
"I want a puppy"
Shhhhhh
"I loved the thought of mattering"
"I want a puppy"
Giggles
"This sets me apart this helps me to matter."
"I want a puppy"
Giggles
"One of the reasons I spend so much time preparing sermons"
"I want a puppy"

Now by this time I’m in full laughter.

I think she wants a puppy.

It’s a very good sermon I’ve listened to it twice after, I didn’t hear "I want a puppy" not once on this CD

Saw the movie

Ok,
I wanted to see the movie. I’ll admit it I wanted to know what all the hubbub was about. Now with that I know that most of the posse reading this won’t nor would ever want to see it. Incase you were thinking of watching it I can save you the long anguishing time. I had a fun day with a friend who also wanted to see the movie. We shopped, lunched then movie time.


This movie is the longest movie ever. Not because of the time because it has no real dialogue.
The scenery is beautiful. I wanted to go camping on that mountain.
The movie was bad really bad. I’ve seen bad movies but this one was one of the worst ever. How on earth it won awards I have no idea. You never really get the chance to care about the two men. I felt for the wives. Never the men.
Brokeback Mountain gets nothing from me.

What can we do?

Andreia asked a question and I agree that it’s a very important one.

I wonder what we can as mothers do to help our sons understand how important a woman's brain is in selecting companions/spouses? I will continue to work hard to convince my daughters that is one of their most important assets.

I will change this up a bit for you fathers.

What can you do to teach your sons or daughters?

My son isn’t ready for girls yet. I know because he tells me he isn’t. I’m glad because he’s on the edge of being a teenager. I know the day will come so I’m enjoying the phone silence for now.


My daughter is six thinking she’s sixteen she has an eye for the boys. I know that it will change soon, and boys will be icky.

So how do we teach our children to make better choices in dating?

Truth be told no one could get tell me who I could and couldn’t date. I had to make those mistakes.


I dated a bit, not an astronomical amount in my opinion, I learned how I wanted to be treated. I don’t want my children to meet a person and fall in love in high school. I know it works for some, I’ve seen it. I want them to live on their own for a while, independence is important. You have to learn responsibility and you need to know how to be with yourself.


A young woman needs to know that she can make it on her own, she needs to know that she has options, it’s for her own protection. I spoken with women who said I can’t get out. Cheating husbands and abuse. Teach them to make good choices and if things go badly how to leave.


A young man needs to be away from his mother’s apron and he needs to do things without a replacement.


How do we teach them to think and stand up for who they are?

How do we give them a sense of self?

We allow it before they leave us. From birth to the time they leave we encourage them. Not brag where it isn’t earned. We allow them to take steps of independence. I’m not very good at this I want to always protect my children letting them go on mission trips and camp without me has been a difficult journey.


We hold on to prayer.

We pray that our children make the right choices in relationships.

We raise our children in God’s hands.

I believe that most women want smart and capable man.

On the flip side of the post I believe that most men want smart and capable women, women want men who are smart, resourceful, and respectful.

I will admit I look at the outside package first. Come on we all do men and women. How many times have you heard "Look , that ugly person is for me."? Anyone one? Nope didn’t think so. They always have something to spark us. The way they carry themselves, how they smile, laughter, it’s always something.

I think that it’s so cool that some of you look at your wives and wonder why they chose you. Doug it’s clear to see that you are love struck. Guess what? She’s love struck also. She loves your heart. She loves the way that you love her. You are smart, funny, and you love God. Those are the things we look for in our men.


As Kansas Bob said,
I think that mutual respect is at the heart of successful connections/relationships - we would all do well to examine our heart motives when we date/marry and look for a partner that we really like and respect at a heart level


Codepoke is right understanding each other is key.


If every time you say something the other person looks as if you have a mouse on your head, it simply will not work. If you need to be alone from time to time they need to respect that. We all have moods good, bad, and ugly you have to understand it.


I am afraid of spiders. I have a reason, a good one, and you have to understand that. We all have things from our past that shape who we are. I was watching a comedian one night he told a story about how women can say things that will set a man off, here it is "You’re stupid like your father"I’ve said something like this under my breath. I’ll admit it. He is like his parents at times. We all have parental traits. We are all to some degree like those who raised us. Thank goodness my parents were great. ;-}


Back to the quest for a man.


The night I met my husband I wasn’t looking. I had given up, didn’t want or need one. I wanted God I wanted to know Him and no man was to get in the way of that. Something about him got to me. I couldn’t stop looking at this guy. So I hadn’t given up. I dated him for a while before I asked him to marry me. Yes I asked. He could do things and had a good work ethics. He respected me. He was raised in a church. So he knew how important it was for me to attend on Sundays. (He did ask me to marry him later to make to official and all)


We have to peel the layers back and see the person inside. I don’t think that I have never met anyone and thought they are only what you see. I realize they have more in them. If you choose only from what they are willing to give you might make the wrong choice.


When we first start dating everyone is nice and polished women don’t belch on the first date. Nor do most men. Can you imagine holding the door for her then {{{{{burp!}}}}}No matter who did it, it’s not appropriate for a first date. After time passes you become real, I began to see the man I was loving and realistically speaking I didn’t love it all.


Men and women are different we hold a man to a high standard at times. Perhaps too high. We want to be equal yet we also want to be treated like a lady.


We confuse men don’t we?


Now here it is the way Milly wants to be treated. Stand back!
I want respect. I want you to love me. I will never ask that you understand me. I don’t always understand you. I do want you to see where I’m coming from I will tell you so that you understand, you must do the same so that I understand. I like it when the door is held for me. Thanking me is nice. I want you to think I’m attractive. No matter who you are you need to be attracted to the person you are married to. No woman wants to think her husband feels she’s ugly. I need to be attracted to you.


Men and women without a doubt are different, God created us that way. One thing that’s the same is our basic needs we all want the same things. We want love and respect.

I believe that most men want smart and capable women.

Do you?

It’s so strange to me that women are thought of as the delicate sex. If you take a look at history it doesn’t take long to see that the women worked very hard. A woman in the seventeen hundreds living on a farm would have been up before anyone else the daughters of the home would have joined her in her daily tasks of milking, feeding the live stock, carding wool, spinning, working the garden, preparing three meals a day, churning butter, sewing, cleaning, and so on. Fathers would have taught the sons to read, hunt, plow, and plant.

Weaker sex I think not.


Women are everywhere in the world doing all kinds of jobs and for some odd reason we are shocked when women can do things that are considered manly.

The Thinkligs had a question about a rod on a car and posed it to the men. I knew the answer to the question. Codepoke explained what happens when you throw a rod. He did a fine job of explaining it I should add. I knew some of what happens. I use to work on my own car and my sister’s car when I could. I asked questions and spent as much time as I could helping the person who was working on my car so I could learn.


When I live with Di I was seeing a man who flirted with her. After having enough of watching the guys drool all over my Barbie looking roommate (well she didn’t have the same body but you get the point) I asked what she had that I didn’t. (That was a good way to wham my ego.) He looked at me and said "You’re kidding right?" Look at her" I looked at him thinking "See ya" Here’s how he attempted to redeem himself. "I couldn’t talk to her after, I’d want to leave. With you I’d want to stay and talk" Now this wasn’t exactly the way to my heart but I appreciated the fact that he thought I was smarter then she was and I was also angry that he thought she was dumb. She wasn’t, she just played that way for most men. They ate it up. Her room looked like it should have a casket in it at times. Men sent flowers and gifts, men that she hadn’t seen in months out of the blue sent flowers. I would constantly open the door to find some guy looking hopeful that she was home. (Oh and no way would I ever sleep with a man who said that to me)
Living with Di was good for my intellectual ego not for my short girl ego.


What the heck is wrong with you guys?

Do you guys want a woman who can fix things around the house?
I’d rather fix it if I can so that I can spend time relaxing with you.


I do think that some of you want that tall, thin, blond, blue eyed, flirty woman who can’t do much of anything. We call them trophy wives. Will that last?

I’m glad my husband wanted the short, dark haired, brown eyed, sassy woman who can do things. We call that a practical choice.


And so ya know I’d never go for a dumb, incapable man, no matter how he looked.


Milly likes her men smart and hard working.