Diva Chilling: Lunch at the Table….

Heading for lunch at the new Table Coffee House on campus.  Convenient and all food from scratch.  Dessert today is my “Fig Cake with Caramel Sauce” posted a week or so ago.  A must have for the Holidays.  Yum, big time.  Namaste, The Queen Cronista

Diva Ranting: I had to laugh….

I had to laugh…
Recently I was told a story about one of my former clients. He was young just out of secondary school and trying his first part time job while going to college. He came from a interesting background without much training in social niceties. While mowing a large grave yard an angry woman came up and told him to fill her mothers grave at once.
He kindly replied…”That is not my job I just mow”. However, I will advise someone at once of your concern.” The woman still on the attack said …”Get your A@$$ over there and do it now.”
Again he repeated…”I am only mowing. I will be sure and tell someone for you”. She wasn’t hearing it. In true bully form she once again demanded…Get your lazy a%$$ over there and fill that grave.  This went on for sometime and she wouldn’t stop.  As most people might do when saturated in a no win situation the teen replied…”F{(# you, and your dead mother too. “
He got fired, of course, but I have to give him props for not backing down to a bully. Now we just have to teach him about win, win, negotiations. LOL!!
Don’t sit there feigning indignation. You know you loved it too. We all need to learn to control our rage. However, I usually accept a little more when standing up to a bully. Even in grief we don’t have the right to bully the innocent. The Diva has spoken.
Namaste, The Queen Cronista

Diva Musing: About Life and Laughter….

A day without laughter and humor is like a day without my brother Bill sending me a hilarious meme that brightens my day and makes me laugh. Bill is a mortician / frustrated stand up comic. He is one of my top five men in the world because he always makes people laugh. The writing below is by Napoleon Hill, who I’ve mentioned before. It kind of put the exclamation point on my beautiful day. I hope you enjoy.
Namaste, The Queen Cronista
About Life ;by Napoleon Hill
Life, you can’t subdue me because I refuse to take your discipline too seriously. When you try to hurt me, I laugh — and the laughter knows no pain. I appreciate your joys wherever I find them; your sorrows neither frighten nor discourage me, for there is laughter in my soul.
Temporary defeat does not make me sad. I simply set music to the words of defeat and turn it into a song. Your tears are not for me, for I like laughter much better, and because I like it, I use it as a substitute for grief and sorrow and pain and disappointment.
Life, you are a fickle trickster — don’t deny it. You slipped the emotion of love into my heart so that you might use it as a thorn with which to prick my soul — but I learned to dodge your trap with laughter. You tried to lure me with the desire for gold, but I have fooled you by following the trail which leads to knowledge instead. You induced me to build beautiful friendships — then converted my friends to enemies so you may harden my heart, but I sidestepped your figure on this by laughing off your attempts and selecting new friends in my own way.
You caused men to cheat me at trade so I will become distrustful, but I won again because I possess one precious asset which no man can steal — it is the power to think my own thoughts and to be myself. You threaten me with death, but to me death is nothing worse than a long peaceful sleep, and sleep is the sweetest of human experiences — excepting laughter. You build a fire of hope in my heart, then sprinkle water on the flames, but I can go you one better by rekindling the fire — and I laugh at you once more.
You have nothing that can lure me away from laughter, and you are powerless to scare me into submission. To a life of laughter, then, I raise my cup of cheer!

Diva Musing:Peopling…


I’ve ranted sufficiently lately about my having no need to people. However, I find when I step out of my daily environment and interact with the public in the crater, I find amazing people. At the watering hole this morning I helped a woman with a walker carry her 2 dozen donuts to her car. I told her any angel that give donuts to people was an angel for sure!

I told the mom laboring to eat a donut because of the calories not to worry they have holes in the middle for the calories to leak out. She like it and bought six. She said she’d gain five pounds. I told her I would watch her eat one and gain ten. It’s all about perspective. She and her children laughed.

There is is young woman at our local super store that always fusses at people like she’s cranky. I’ve taken her banter on several times and we’ve become great passing friends. I love her personality. Gets back to my recent post about weird friends are jewels. Sometimes I forget, in the stern environment in which I normally dwell, that there are so many good souls waiting for someone to have snappy repartee with them. I realize I would be missing a lot if I didn’t get out and people occasionally. Have you “Peopled” today? Do it; it will work wonders on your spirit.

I often remind you that old crones like me have had gravity take hold and we may look scowling with our droopy jaw lines, while we are continually doing a dance of joy in our minds. Dr. David Jeremiah has written a book…”Slaying The Giants In Your Life”. I’m reading it now. I use this because it is a good thought to keep in mind. We may have to do battle everyday just to slay the demons/giants who intrude. This Crone carries a big sword don’t you mess with me! LOL! Namaste, The Queen Cronista

Diva Musing: It’s a Southern Thing:

Something a Southern Mom Might Say…

Southern mamas don’t mess around when it comes to manners. From birth, our mothers have been telling us how to act with some of the most colorful phrases ever uttered.

Who has been told that we weren’t raised in a barn? Or not to look a gift horse in the mouth?

The answer is every single one of us. And not just by our own mothers. Mamas we’ve never met before have used these mom-isms on us. Because there ain’t no off-switch on being a mama.

When it comes to the South, manners are taught from birth.

That’s why there are so many Southern phrases about being polite and minding your manners, most of which we can still hear our mamas saying in that tone of all-knowing authority. After all, were you even raised in the South if your mama didn’t yell “were you raised in a barn?” at least once every weekend?

With that in mind, we thought we’d take a look at some of the phrases Southern mamas live by when it comes to manners.

Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.

Meaning: Don’t assume something is going to happen before it does.

An empty wagon makes a lot of noise.

Meaning: people who don’t know what they’re talking abut tend to say the most.

Mind your P’sand Q’s

Meaning be on our best behavior

Buzzards and chickens come home to roost.

Meaning: What you do and say will catch up to you.

Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.

Meaning: Don’t assume something’s going to happen before it does.

You’ll catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.

Meaning: You get better results when you are polite.

Don’t get too big for your britches.

Meaning: Don’t be conceited.

Pretty is as pretty does.

Meaning: How you treat people is more important than how you look

Never look a gift horse in the mouth.

Meaning: Don t’ question the value of a gift.

Hold your Horses.

Meaning: Be Patient.

Were you raised in a barn?

Meaning: Close the door behind you.

Don’t let our mouth overload your tail.

Meaning: Don’t say anything you can’t back up.

Be like the old lady who fell out of the wagon.

Meaning: Mind your own business.

Don’t sit there like a bump on a log

Meaning: Don just sit there not doing anything.

Diva Musing: Current Mood…

Just for Shits and Giggles
OK, so I’m on a salty diva rampage today.  Some moron parked so close to my vehicle I couldn’t get in.  I waited awhile and got all schpilkes, so I had to crawl from the back of my SUV to the drives seat.  Then I had to decide weather I should wait and attack the manner-less troll or leave and key the car before I drove off.  Since I didn’t have bail money I went on.
Ever have one of those days where you wake up all cheery and swear to the Universe you will be a better version of yourself today and boom, something like this happens right out of the shoot? I hate when that happens.  I was once told to cancel my evil thoughts by saying cancel or escape and then think of a positive thought.  Who the hell came up with that one?  I need to vent a little to get rid of my disdain for “stupid people”!  Only then can I resolve within myself by meditating and breathing.  
I always encourage the peaceful way through most things.  However, since…”you can’t fix stupid with duct tape” (don’t know who said it; but I love them) sometime you just have to pitch a hissy fit.  Do you find these days it’s happening more and more or is it just me? 
Anyway, I feel an occasional venting, for a legitimate reason,…”stupidity” is good for the soul. Have your hissy fit, my darlings, and move on.  Don’t guilt yourself …it was someone else’s stupidity, after all that triggered it all.  Go have a quiet moment or even better a hot fudge sundae and bask in the glory of setting a  boundary and the treat you most certainly earned.  Namaste, The Queen Cronista