Life, is absolutely amazing. I never get over the wonder of it, how when you look back over events, you see a patchwork of miracles taking place right before your eyes. We don’t even know that they are miracles, at the time. Time, does heal all wounds.

My folks got back from Florida today. They were gone for twelve VERY long days. My younger brother plays in a band in Florida. He’s the drummer. On the anniversary date that Elvis permanently left the building, the band He plays in performs with the Jordanaires, Elvis’ back up band. So they made the sojourn to watch Him. They had an absolutely fabulous time.

They stopped where I work, before they even went home. It was awesome to see them. My mom told me that she had something special for me from Florida. Something that she wouldn’t buy for another soul on the planet. Only I would be able to fully appreciate it. Of course my curiosity was piqued.

I went to see my folks as soon as I got off work. She showed me all the pictures they had taken. They were so cute. So typically touristy. It was great. Then, she pulls out a bag and pulls three items out, one at a time. The first, was a small wire holder.

The second, was a small coffee cup. It has blue skies, golden sand, white fluffy clouds, gray seagulls, sapphire water and placid palm trees painted on it. It hangs from the top of the stand.

The third item sent me into gales of laughter. I squealed, literally squealed when I saw the third item. It was too perfect. It’s a small plate, with a blue sky, golden sands, little sail boat floating merrily, merrily, merrily, on sapphire waters. But the BEST part is a placid palm tree, and under it, the cutest damn gator you ever saw in your life!

He is all reared back in a lounge chair, hip sunglasses, legs crossed, hands behind His head and the most sated, hound eatin grin on his sweet little face. He is exactly what I have envisioned my karmic gator to be. Enjoying life in the sun, smug and secure in the fact, that He just took a huge chunk out of some hounds ass that desperately needed it.

Karma now sits on my desk and keeps me company as I write. I glance at that smile often. He keeps His secrets, but I know, when I’m not looking, He is taking care of business. I don’t have to see Him at work, to know that He is. It gives me comfort. Kind of like Batman watching over Gothic City. For all my vixen sisters, He is our hero.

My mother called shortly after I got home and said a very dear friend was in the hospital. She is one of the warmest, funniest, most wonderful pinnacle vixens I know. She and my mother are absolutely bizarre when they are together. They have farting and belching contests. (I swear, it’s true.) And discuss, at length, repeatedly, the techniques of nose picking. They say age has it’s perks. I reckon playing gross and grosser and no one can stand you in a corner or make you take a time out is one of them.

I will affectionately refer to her as Stinky Vixen. She will be honored.

Stinky Vixen has an amazingly weird sense of humor. She can find something funny in any circumstance. This makes her third hospital stay in three weeks. They took her in with unexplained, excruciating pain. Her sister, Ornery Vixen has come to stay with her family while she is in the hospital to help out. A definite perk within the vixen clan. Goodness knows, Ornery is nothing if not helpful.

Ornery, being the loving, concerned, caring vixen that she is, was worried about Stinky’s bowel habits. She hasn’t had a movement since she has been in (too much information I’m sure, but trust me, there is a point to this part of the vixen’s tale~ very little pun intended). Ornery informed Stinky that she was in dire need of an enema. Stinky informed Ornery that she indeed did NOT require one. Ornery would have none of it.

Ornery couldn’t find Stinky’s nurse, but she did come across three other nurses at the nurses station and told them that Stinky was asking for an enema. Was insisting on it in fact. I’m fairly certain that there will be paybacks for that at some point in the future. (Said enema had not yet occurred as of this writing.)

Another one of Stinky’s sisters called her from out of state to check up on her. They are a very close, loving family. (Can’t you tell?) She was so sincere in her concern for her sister. It grieved her to no end, that Stinky was in such pain. Devoted Vixen told Stinky that she had prayed that God in His infinite mercy would allow her to take Stinky’s pain. Stinky had suffered enough. Devoted was totally sincere in this prayer. I find it terribly sweet and touching. That is true love, that one would wish to take on a loved ones anguish.

She was calling to tell Stinky that after that prayer, she had started to have back and stomach pain. She was so sincere in her query. She asked Stinky if her pain stopped around 2 o’clock, when her pain started. Stinky is biting her lip and trying hard not to laugh. She was reluctant to inform Devoted, that she had actually been pain free since she gotten into the hospital.

Stinky did share with Devoted, that an elderly gentleman across the hallway had fallen and the nurses had had problems with Him. He was mostly unresponsive with them. Devoted was certain then, that there had been a divine transference of some type and she wanted Stinky to find out if the elderly gentleman had suffered pain in His back and stomach, and if it had subsided around 2 o’clock. She was certain that he had, but wanted to have this miracle confirmed.

Stinky then again mused about the Ornery one insisting she have a superfluous enema. I suggested that if Devoted had been willing to take Stinkys pain, she should be tickled to death to take Stinkys enema for her. THAT would be the ultimate show of love and devotion. A peculiar kind of vixenly Corsican (Brothers) sort of thing. I would think that would be taking sisterly love to a whole new level. I don’t see me ever attaining that level. Ask me to walk through fire, take a bullet, sit in for your root canal. But please, not that.

I wish for you, someone to love you enough to take an enema for you. Call me, if you need a root canal.

Til next time... Love, sassy v

© sassy vixen1 2005

You Gotta Be~ Des’Ree

Listen as your day unfolds,
challenge what your future holds
Try to keep your head up to the sky
Lovers they may cause you tears
Go ahead release your fears
Stand up and be counted,
don't be shamed to cry
You gotta be..

You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold,
you gotta be wiser
You gotta hard, you gotta be tough,
you gotta be stronger
You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm,
you gotta stay together.
All I know, all I know
Love will save the day

Herald what your mother said
Read the books your father read
Try to solve the puzzle
in your own sweet time
Some may have more cash than you
Others take a different view
My oh my, you gotta be..

Time asks no questions, it goes on without you
Leaving you behind if you can't stand the pace
The world keeps on spinning, can't stop it if you tried to
The best part is danger staring you in the face

Got to be bad. Got to be bold
Got to be wise. Don't ever be cold
Got to be hard. Not too, too hard
All I know is, love will save the day