Maybe a quieter me?

Another cold morning. My Mother use to say when February came then spring was just around the corner. So I am holding on, hoping that sometime soon the weather will be warmer, the birds will sing. I am waiting,

after my sermon yesterday morning. I thought maybe I should go a litle lower key today. So I have been trying to clear my mind and come up with a nice middle of the road topic that won't irritate anyone. I remember once I was with my daughter and talking to my husband on the phone. He was very cranky with me. I said when I got off the phone, "I don't know what I have done for him to be so cranky." She looked at me and smiled, "They call it breathing Mother, you're breathing." So I think that might just be my problem. I seem to have a real easy way of irking people. And maybe its called breathing.

Some days I seem to really get with this Blog. Of course I also understand I may not after 40 odd days have anyone left reading it. But it sure is a good kick for me anyway. I mentioned the other day that I had a poem my sister is giving me to use about meddling older people. I keep saying I will use it tomorrow, but tomorrow hasn't come yet because I am afraid once I use it. I might feel obligasted to quit giving so many of my opinions. I am not ready to give that up yet. Actually I am the only person in my family that was ever really a very opinionated person. My Mom and Dad wasn't, my litle sister wasn't. And Bud and Geri aren't. They are all so dang sweet and quiet. I have written before here that I mean to be sweeter and quieter but it just doesn't seem to work out for me.

Throw a subject up in front of me that I feel strongly about and its almost impossible to shut me up. I guess maybe there is a line between giving your opinion and getting aggressive about it. I suppose I cross that line every once in awhile.

Have you ever been in a group of people and someone makes a racial remark and there are many that look uncomfortable but say nothing. I will be the one who says something. Because if you don't stand up for what you believe its just no go.

But my problem is opening my mouth at the wrong time and sticking my foot in. Big time. Sometimes its not being opinionated, just saying the wrong thing.

I came out of the Post Office one day several years ago and a man I knew was coming in. He had lost his leg several years earlier. He was never able to wear a artificial leg without it hurting him. So he used a peg, that had a shelve for his knee to rest on. We stopped to talk a minute. I ran on as usual, being my chatty self. I suddenly stopped and said,"Didn't mean to keep you so long and talk your leg off." We both stood dead quiet and both of us looked doiwn at his leg. Well the one that was gone that is. Then I tried in my rambling fashion to say oh I didn't mean your real leg. I got the heck out of there fast. Open mouth, upset someone.

Maybe I should just try to stay with cute stories on here and try not to offend in any way. But then I would just run out of funny stories and be right back to giving my opinions. So I guess I will just have to keep on, keeping on. There is always tomorrow. I still have 323 more days. Wish me luck. I feel I am probably going to need it.