The picture below, Deep Fried Chicken Feet, for some reason reminds my of my latest colonoscopy. Yes, I know the stuff to drink tastes bad, and there’s a limited diet then no food at all for a period of time, then the humiliation. I had to sort this all out in my head then, a couple of years ago my doctor removed a precancerous growth during my colonoscopy. Since that time as I’m cured up on the table waiting for this exam I say, “Doctor thank you so much for helping me take care of my body!”
Yesterday, as I checked in for my colonoscopy a man at the front desk heard my reason for being there and said, “Why are are you SMILING?”
My answer, “I’m glad there’s a hole through which to check things out.”
Deep Fried Chicken Feet
“Cookies taste better when I sneak them out of the cookie jar, between meals, when no one else knows, and when the cookie aren’t even mine!”
I’ve grown up with this truth but I never could get enough of those cookie lovelies to fill me! If only my neighbors would trust me with their house keys maybe then I could find contentment.
I can eat cookies until I develop a head ache, soar stomach, and loose my appetite completely for veggies but still need sweeties.
Then, I discovered a bigger truth when I changed my hair style. I was so excited with my new self that for a long while I didn’t need to try to plug the hole in my old broken self. Now I have a new excitement. I love veggies and enjoy cookies too but most of all I love being healthy! And, the cookies taste better than before! nancymauerman.com
As you view this pictured you’re inside my head looking out through my eyes and nose holes at a world of mystery. nancymauerman.com
You’re Standing In My Eye
Late at night John’s dad saw a ladder from the sky connected to his neighbor’s house then saw a baby descend. The next day he discovered his neighbor had given birth at home on that exact same hour and those same minutes. In the painting we see the ladder and house reflected in his eyes glasses.
The Bible tells us all things were created before they were formed here on earth. With this in mind my friend Sandy noticed she and I had been born six weeks apart. She simply beamed and said, “We came here in the same batch!”
John’s Dad Seeing Babies Born
John and I studied bones and muscles every night until our eyes drooped and mouths couldn’t form words. We’d set a timer for an hour, sleep in the floor with our books until the alarm sounded. Then we’d study until we drooped and set the alarm again.
We were in massage school. I have a strong tendency to forget nouns so I don’t test well. John was already a nurse so the study time was necessary but a review for him. Early in the morning as he drove us into school we would quiz each other. I asked him questions as I scanned a book on my lap and John quizzed me from memory and his IMAGINATION!
After a few legitimate questions he’d say, “Where dose the quatamarious-forntulation insert?”
My mind spun in panic,”What? Oh, man! I don’t remember this one either! It sounds somewhat familiar.” I say out loud, “Is it the one near the sternocleidomastoid running laterally from the mastoid process of the temporal bone to the sternum and the clavicle? Or, is it the..”
John interrupted, “Nope! I just made it up!”
Now this is where POWER comes into our story and into our relationship! I could choose rage or humor. John’s intent was never malicious so I choose humor. I married the guy and was never bored. My life sparkled like a new diamond every day because of all the surprises constantly bubbling from John’s brilliant brain!
The painting below is called Toby. He’s just been surprised. He’s an inside person who reacts to the discomfort of being surprised. But another inside person holds his hand and CHOOSES to act rather than react. He always chose humor when various times John would sneak out while I slept, move our car, then in the morning claim it was stolen again. nancymauerman.com