Heart Hangin By A Thread

Howdy Neighbors,

Well this post is going to be a bit more personal than usual. I think  my heart is on the edge of my sleeve tonight and it's barely hanging on. It's either my heart or my temper. Now believe it or not I do have an Irish temper. I know, I know, everyone thinks I'm such an easygoing, sweet dispositioned person, but I'm not. I'm sure dispositioned is not proper English, but it fits this description so bear with me.

If you know me have you fallen off your chair yet? I guess I better explain why I'm hurt and just a wee bit angry tonight. I was visiting with a nameless relative today and ask for a recipe her mother used to make. She said she would get it from another nameless relative. I didn't expect it right away, but when she called back I thought to myself, "Wow, this is great!"

Well, I shouldn't have gotten that happy excited feeling at all. The second nameless relative said it was made with two ingredients. Well, one ingredient was correct, the other one was a fob for the truth. Does she think I'm stupid? Does she really not care? Does she not want to share the recipe?

Who knows! Anyway, here I am doing my free therapy session with my personal counselor,(me) and trying to unwind so I can go to sleep tonight. I want to cry because I feel like I was given the brush off, but I want to get angry and tell this nameless relative, blah, blah, blah. It's not like this is a secret recipe guarded like the crown jewels.

I don't understand people when they are selfish and careless with other people's feelings. I always try to think before I speak, course my lips runneth over sometimes and man oh man they could really use an overflow valve right now.

I need to forget it and move on. I will find a similar recipe and I'll keep looking until I do. There are thousands on the internet. Yep, but this second nameless relative has indelibly changed my attitude toward her. God can fix this and He'll certainly have to jerk a knot in me and soften my anger.

The weather is turning chilly and the rain is cold tonight. Miley, (doggy that thinks she's human) turned her nose up at the door when she saw the rain on the sidewalk. Thank goodness for doggy pads because this little chick is a fair weather potty dog. She won't tinkle outside when it's cold, but she drags her sweater over to my hubby and wants it on so she can go bye-bye. The rain doesn't matter when it's bye-bye time. Get my drift? We have code names for that now. If we're going anywhere and we don't take her we say we're flying a kite. We must be as bad as the dog cause we feed into her neurotic behavior.

I feel just a tad more peaceful than I did awhile ago, so I guess I'll herd this old doggie toward the bed. Good night my friends and thanks for lending an ear.

Until Later,
Okie Girl @ Home