Arachnophobia Fun (If You Say So) :)

Last night, I was driving to pick up my son and noticed a police car behind me, no worries, except that I was in my pj’s!  All was good. Soon after, I watched a spider gracefully crawl across the windshield in front of me INSIDE the car! For those of you who know me well, know that I’ve grown up with arachnophobia. However, I’ve matured, really, I have.  Although, I didn’t want the darn spider dropping on me as I was driving! BIG distraction (next to cell phones)!

So, while trying to focus on oncoming traffic, the cop and the spider without crashing, I began having a hot flash! Yikes, well, turning in the nearest left turn lane, I killed the spider, as it became too close for comfort (sorry to whomever).  I wanted to get out at the gas station and throw the tissue away, but realized I had my pj’s on.

Instead, I tossed the trash bag (sure the spider was in it) to the back of my crv (great shot) and continued on my journey to pick up my son. The funny thing is I always keep the windows closed up tight and the creepy crawlies still manage to get in and torment me! I just have to say….why me? 🙂   

I wrote this poem when my phobia was most apparent (many years ago)!

Laughing Spiders

Why did God create
creepy, crawly things
I still don’t understand
all the goodness they bring

Some I don’t mind
they’re actually okay

but spiders are bugs
I honestly hate

They creep around
in places I don’t know
with every little leg they have
they’re always on the go

In the kitchen, in the closet
in my bedroom, too
no matter where, they startle me
as if they’re saying, “BOO!”

I’ll have to tolerate them
although I have some doubt
I’ve only one request
that they just stay OUT!

Have a wonderful (creepy) weekend, Everyone!

In Loving Memory of Mom

When I think of Mom, I think pink
Cherry blossoms in the spring
I think elegance and grace
and I envision her beautiful face
Her smile would warm others for miles
When I think of Mom
I’m saddened to know
I can’t call her and hear her “hello”
but I can see her
clearly as the garden from my window
and each day she graces my memories
while my love for her grows

© LScott 2012

Mom ~ June 1921 – February 2012

Make Time For…

Dancin’ down the street
sendin‘ good vibes to those you meet
for raisin’ your arms high in the air
and lettin’ the wind blow your hair
for smellin’ the flowers along the way
and thankin’ God for another day
for sharin’ a smile to a stranger you see
and in their eyes findin’ glee
for rollin’ down a hill of grass
feelin’ like a kid with class
for eatin’ ice cream in summer sun
for enjoyin’ life and livin’ and fun
for singin’ with raindrops
and puddle splashin’ in flip flops
for lots of laughin’ and tappin’
and huggin’ and lovin’

© LScott 2012

Undying Faith

We sat in cushioned pews, embraced by God’s love,
awestruck by the strength of her faith. Her words were
pillars of conviction. Her eyes never lost their luster
for His surrounding beauty. She moved gracefully
around the stage, as her voice was a hymn to our
saddened souls. Although her body was failing, she
wore elegance beautifully in the stylish cap. Her smile
permeated the sanctuary. Even so, we held back tears,
ready for pouring. God needed one more angel. He knew
her death would cause heartache for her devoted husband
and two lovely teens.  Yet, still He called her home.
She soon received her wings.

© LScott 2012

Dedicated to a wonderful Minister of God’s Word

Work Trilogy Haiku

I.

Schedules and deadlines
follow me unfailingly
where are you, hammock?

II.

trees dance in the breeze
to wind’s melody, a glance
from the glaring screen

III.

grateful not to be
en route to unemployment
eager for Monday

© LScott 2012

In honor of Friday,
but very happy that we’re both employed.

Have a wonderful weekend, Everyone!

A wonderful reminder so profoundly written~

apronheadlilly's avatarA p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green

Are you skimming my life as you would a book—

a book that is an obligation,

not a chosen read?

Are my anecdotes only conversation starters for your stories—

priming for your ego pump gone dry?

Or are you listening?

Truly?

Are my tears and tales only inspiration for your personal production,

played out complete with swelling music and desperate soliloquies?

Am I illusory, fodder for your dreams,

but empty of transcendent worth,

part of a script where you are the only star?

Are you listening?

Honestly?

I am your friend, your neighbor, your brushed by acquaintance.

I am your mother, your daughter, your doctor, your teacher.

I am your pastor, your co-worker, your husband, your stranger.

And I have stories to tell and a lived life to share,

but it feels like I am redundant, unnecessary to your narcissistic screenplay.

I need to be heard.

Are you listening to…

View original post 3 more words