He has made contact, Jack did not even come to the door, Mary came to the door and she explained, she was resting with a headache, not a stroke! What the hell! Why would he tell me such a thing....? And many people think that only women "some" are drama queens, Jack is a master manipulator and DRAMA KING! Well, it is by the grace of God, he will never tell me such a tall tale again, and Mary thankfully, was amused by my adamant response of someone answering the phone, the door, since I did then contact the police... Unbelievable, yes often life is so much stranger than fiction.... Well, I am now convinced that if they did not think so before, people in this town are not quite sure I must be crazy! Thanks for taking the time to stop by and share in my rant of the year, hopefully my last.. Much peace and love, God bless, Glo*

Wow! Just wow! I have got to vent and get this off my chest... So beware, be very aware! I awoke this A.M quite early my normal. Began my day in the usual way, in prayer being thankful for the day... I am quite aware, I have nor am I so special that God had to give me another chance... Smiles... I am a bit humble believe it or not. Anyway, my day always includes a call to my dear friend Mary, she just celebrated her 80th birthday on December 21st... I made my normal "routine" phone call to her residence, and her husband answered the phone. So far so good! He proceeds to tell me that Mary "has suffered a stroke, when, last night/early this A.M around 2A.M." Ok, I begin to ask the normal questions. What hospital is she in, I am beginning to feel panic, Mary is the mother I never really had.... Her only son died 20 years ago, and Jack is her third husband, she has outlived the others... Mary is quite the firecracker, although she stands a mere 5ft tall, I love that, she is the only person I know personally who is shorter than I... Smiles.. Anyway, I begin to ask Jack all of the important questions... This is where the fun begins. She is not at the hospital he said " No, she is in bed resting" She does not need to go to the hospital, according to him, he called a neighbor, who had a friend over who happened to be doctor and his wife a nurse... According to Jack, this doctor gave Mary a couple of injections, and gave him some pills to give to her to keep her comfortable... What the hell! I inform Jack, she needs to go to the hospital... I offer to come and take her, he says "I will drive her if she needs to go" Ah, did I mention, Jack, is legally blind, yes but refuses to stop driving... Yes, at this moment, I am wondering what is really going on, is she dead, has he lost his mind... What is going on? There is no doctor who is carrying around syringes full of drugs, and is able to look at someone and decide that she does not need to see a doctor in a hospital setting after she has suffered a stroke. So, after calling long distance to a few of my closest friends, and discussing this situation, to ensure they as well are finding this strange. And it is not only me with an over active imagination, I am now visualizing my dear sweet friend, laying in bed, helpless, drooling unable to speak or communicate her needs.... I call the local Adult Protective Services, she listens and states that yes, If this is true, Mary has suffered a stoke she needs to be seen by a doctor at the hospital. So, I give her the home number, she calls, no answer. How could this be, I just spoke with Jack 15 minutes before this... Now my mind is really moving, racing, and I am about to loose it... Shaking, about to throw up! What the hell is going on. She the Social Worker calls me back and instructs me to make the ride into the country and try to reach someone personally before we call the local Sheriffs Office or the Police in her small adjacent town... Hmm, so away I go, I knock at the back door, no response, I go around to the front door, no response... I call out their names, no response... I follow through and go to the local police department, right down the road. I explain this crazy story which Jack has told me of doctors coming in the middle of the night with a wife who is nurse who happens to carry medication and syringes and gives injections to patients he has never seen. And encourages her not to seek the advice of hospital staff after she has apparently suffered a stroke... Yes, the entire story was crazy, the Chief of Police takes a trip over to their home, I wait in the lobby of the smallest police station I have ever seen. Reminds me of Mayberry! Yes, really! The Chief returns, with a smile, to my much needed relief... At this moment, I began to cry, not sobbing but the tears were tears of relief.. They began to roll...

Hello people. Regardless of who you vote for, get out there and exercise an informed choice and vote. You opinion can only count if you vote... Much peace and love, God bless, Glo*

Each wrinkle and line, gray hair and new sag, it is earned and loved unconditionally. For society would like me to believe that my breast, wide hips and my ass are the things that make me, this is not so; it is my voice, my mind, my attitude and strength; my ideas the way I treat others as well as me. Each stage of life has given me a new perspective on my body you see; my breasts became the vessel of love and nurturing, my arms to embrace, and my vagina not simply a pleasurable or dirty thing; but a passage to bring new life into this world ah, what a pleasure it is a woman to be. You see my beauty does not come exclusively from the physical me. My lips, my mouth, my favorite parts of me as well my brain, which no one can see; my brain develops my thoughts, feelings and ideas, my lips my mouth the vessel for my voice so all can see; the beautiful women I have grown to be. Not always has this been me. For most of my 45 years unhappy and discontent would be the words I choose to describe me; and the relationship I had with my body you see. However, thank goodness as I have grown both mentally as well as physically I see the value in acknowledging the beauty inside of me. For my life and experiences are the greatest of me mine have been equal in discontent positive and negative body imagery. I thank God for the strong, healthy minded women in my life; my grandmother, mother, my auntie; they were large women and happy to be. My dear friend Modicella emigrated from Cuba with her physical body and mind she brought along healthier ideas of body imagery; Latina women who are not acculturated do not hold our American beliefs and ideology of beauty. The reality of large hips, large bottom, and breasts were all-ok, to be skinny and small was seen as an unhealthy thing. This was the common thought in my own home you see; “most people eat to live” my mother would say however, “Polish people live to eat, be healthy happy for tomorrow you may die. “ Not the healthiest of attitudes to have, however it set up the basis for living and loving a natural me. Embracing the entire women God created me to be. Later in life during a brief time of modeling is when I developed some ideology that thin was healthy and acceptable for me nearly anorexic I would starve myself to be. My discontent came with the knowledge that print work and my face; and feet were the only marketable parts of me. My legs were too short, my breast too large, my hips too wide. Oh the negative body imagery, they would have liked me to believe. Thank goodness for the healthy attitudes of the women who molded me; encouraged me to believe that my beauty is not only in my physical being. Not long did I stay and work on a modeling career it was simply not for me. How quickly I came to see what ideas of beauty have come to be, the unbelievable reality that we should be thought to be so much smaller than life you see. Although not all was lost in this experience, there is always something to learn and carry you further on this journey of life. With each experience, we learn something of value as this was the case with my modeling exploit. I learned to stand strong, tall and proud regardless of my stature or lack of; to speak clearly and smile eye contact is good; expression is important and body language as well. Ah, not all was lost in the modeling feat. I learned to be proud of whom God created me to be; no one is perfect we all have our flaws you see; it is not a reality that you see in those photos and pictures taken of me. I learned very quickly this was not for me. I enjoy food too much you see not eating my favorite foods; this was a crime to me. I learned that my hips, thighs, waist, breast, lips and most importantly what you do not see my brain are all a part of me to embrace and rejoice in the women I have come to be. Every experience has formed me to be the very be

st I was born to be. My job in life is learning to be happy and content with those things about me that make me unique and wonderful you see. The only thing that I needed to change was my attitude about my body. It is mine, love it, and embrace it, for really I cannot change it. In addition, who are they to tell me; my breasts are too large and my hips too wide, my mind is what I want you too see my voice is what I want you to hear. Acknowledge me for the human being I have grown to be and I love and appreciate every imperfect part of me. My confidence comes from within and alludes to the affect that my body is beautiful and womanly. My lips, my mouth, my brain why are these the favorite parts of me you ask? Well, you see I think whole-heartedly it is based on the negative imagery. My brain my mind are the parts of me that you cannot see those parts that give me the cognitive functioning I need to proceed with my ideas my lips and my mouth give me the exit of these formed ideas which are so important to me. I remember fondly my grandmother and her love of education and knowledge; you see she would force me to read explaining the value of education and speaking clearly, the sound of my voice and the value it would bring in my life; allowing me to know who I am truly, for my beauty comes from within me. My beauty lies not in a sum of me but all of me. By: ~ Gloriann★ Some positive and empowering thoughts it is my desire to share. I hope you enjoy... Much peace and love, God bless , Share your Smiles.... Create a pandemic. So much happier you will be you will see.... Smiles★