Woman know when men are lying

By Olivene Godfrey

The more sensitive your insight into the personalities of the people around you, the better you are going to get along. Those who lack the ability to see others as they are, are constantly disappointed in human nature. And, understanding people, trying to discover what makes them tick is important to us.

Sometimes we think, " Well, I must be a poor judge of others and there's nothing I can do about it." An article on this subject states that there are things that can be done to help us to be a better judge of other people. First, make it a practice not to make snap judgments. Cultivate the art of drawing the other person out. Most of us do enjoy talking about ourselves. Learn to be a good listener and people will tell you a good deal more about themselves than they realize if you listen carefully.

Men take note: This article also states that a wife is a better judge of whether her spouse is telling the truth than a husband is. While a wife may look at her husband through rose-colored glasses, minimizing his faults and exaggerating his virtues, she is far more expert than he is in judging whether her spouse is lying or telling the truth just by his voice. In tests at a university, psychologists found that women are much more proficient than men are in judging whether a person is lying or telling the truth from the sound of the voice.

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Everybody worries sometimes. But, did you ever think about this--worry makes you unlucky. Worry handicaps you in the most strategic life areas. It cuts down the odds of success in any venture because it saps your nervous energy (it takes a lot of energy to be a really good worrier).
and it saps your self-confidence, generates a defeatist outlook and a pessimistic fear of failure. And studies show worry is a direct cause of accident proneness. Lucky people seldom worry while chronic worriers seldom have much lucky.

My late mother used to tell me when I was worrying excessively about a not so serious situation not to worry so much,that most things work themselves out. And she was always right!

Quote: Hal Boyle once said that you are middle aged if, "you have to stand in line to get it or see it, you'd rather stay home and do without it." Barry agrees with that, he says, and I especially do.

See you next time.

Beautiful spring weather sandwiched between April showers & storms here in northwest Georgia & church, "dinners on the ground"

By Olivene Godfrey

We're having beautiful weather sandwiched between April showers and storms here in northwest Georgia. Some of the showers and storms have brought torrential rains. (One night, it rained three inches at our house.) Son Barry has been doing yard work and he brought out all the plants from the garage. With the new impatiens and marigolds, he bought a pot of purple petunias that attract hummingbirds and add to the beauty of the other flowers and plants. Last week, I called the landscapers we use for various yard jobs and ordered white marble chips to cover the space between the patio concrete floor and the rock wall.
Now when the sun shines on the white marble chips its almost blinding. When all the plants have grown, it will be a pretty sight. Barry and I have allergies and we are using our nasal sprays while we enjoy spring time.

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In the summer months, some local churches have what used to be called, "dinners on the ground". Now the dinners, served after the morning church service, consists of Southern cooked foods prepared by church members on long tables covered with white cloths. This has been a custom since before I was born 83 years ago.

Barry brought a package of boiled ham home with the groceries recently and my mind went back to a story my late husband, Ralph, used to talk about during summer months. I told the story to Barry which he had probably heard when he was a child. When Ralph and his late brother, Ray, were youngsters, they enjoyed the dinners on the ground because someone, probably a wealthy church member, always brought a platter of "store bought boiled ham". While their mother was a good cook, she and his Methodist preacher daddy, didn't have much money and couldn't afford "store bought boiled ham". So, Ralph and Ray would pass on the home cooked foods and load their plates with the boiled ham. Ralph never forgot those days.

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Mexican Coca-Cola evokes memories and thoughts on Sunday activities.

By Olivene Godfrey

When son Barry brought home groceries and supplies for a week last Saturday, he told me he had bought a bottle of Mexican Coca-Cola at our favorite supermarket. I asked him, "What's Mexican Coco-Cola.?" He explained that, its said to taste better than U.S. made Cokes because it still uses cane sugar as its main sweetener, while U.S. Cokes are sweetened with high fructose corn syrup. He added that some say the glass bottles make it taste better than the plastic and canned U.S. Cokes.

I asked Barry where he found the Mexican Coco-Cola and he said it was in the gourmet and imported section and was quite expensive. He added the drink is popular among Mexican Americans and migrants and can be found in California, Florida, Georgia and several other states. My thoughts went back to the spring of 1985 when Coco-Cola announced they were changing the formula of the popular drink. A large number of Coke drinkers resented the change in formula and made it known. Many of these drinkers were Southerners, some of whom considered the drink a fundamental part of regional identity. Over 400,000 calls and letters were received by the company. A psychiatrist who Coke hired to listen to phone calls told executives that some people sounded as if they were discussing the death of a family member.

The new Coke experience infuriated the public and lasted only 77 days before Classic Coke was reintroduced. We didn't drink the new Coke and were delighted to have the old Coke back. I remembered when I was a child living with my family in a Chattanooga suburb during the 1930s. On hot lazy summer days my girlfriend and I would order Cokes and frozen Mound candy bars from the soda fountain of a nearby drug store.

Son Barry remembered that story and bought a pack of miniature Mound candy bars so I could take a nostalgic trip when I tasted the Mexican Coke. It did taste good and crisp. But, I had been diagnosed with diabetes and couldn't drink sugar drinks. So, I continued drinking Diet-Coke then Coco-Cola Zero when it was introduced. Barry and I think Coke Zero tastes a lot like the Cokes of our childhood. So we won't be buying the expensive imported Mexican Coke.

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Barry and I went to Dalton on Sunday and ate a delicious lunch off the Western Sizzlin buffet. I avoided IBS trigger foods and had no trouble digesting my lunch. When we returned home, Barry took a pretty bouquet of spring flowers he had bought at Hobby Lobby to place in the vase on his late dad and my late husband's grave. He then went to Ace Hardware in Chatsworth and bought inpatients and marigold bedding plants and came home and planted them in large containers filed with Miracle Grow soil. He also transported the huge asparagus fern from the garage to the patio. It is larger than it was last summer and may have a record growth this year. The other plants are doing well, too, thanks to Barry's tender loving care.

See you next time.

Injured pot-belied pig took refuge in corner of our patio this week.

By Olivene Godfrey,

During the 33 years we've lived in our house in the country, a variety of animals have visited our yard, including a scary black bear! But, the pot-bellied pig was a "first" for us.
When son Barry arrived home from work he asked if I'd seen the large animal crouched in a corner of our patio. I replied that I hadn't seen an animal and I looked out of the big window and asked Barry if he knew what kind of animal it was and he thought it was some kind of hog.

Barry suggested I call our friend and neighbor, Genevelyn, and ask if she knew what the animal could be. She asked if it was a wild hog that had come down from the mountain and I told her we didn't know. So she came over and stayed on the outside of the rock patio wall and looked at the animal and said, "It's a pot-bellied pig." She added that she'd call the sheriff's office and report it. Shortly, a deputy arrived and told us to stay inside as even a domesticated injured animal could be dangerous.

In a little while, four women workers from Animal Control arrived and using their special equipment, they were able to get the pig into their vehicle. Later, Barry did some research on the pot-bellied pig and it is a breed of domesticated pig originating in Vietnam. The pigs are very social and affectionate creatures and they need love and all the attention they can get. They will flop on their sides for tummy rubs and love having their tough hide scratched. They just enjoy being close and seem to prefer lying on their companions feet.

This week Genevelyn called animal control and they told her the vet checked the pig and it was fine except for some animal, probably a dog, had made the red places on its rump. They kept it about a week and then found its owner who was delighted to get it back. She added that the pig let them pet it and was real sweet. So, this story has a happy ending.

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Barry and I made a quick trip to Dalton so I could get a haircut at the mall. The hair stylist that cut my hair was an out-going friendly young man and we proceeded to have an interesting
conversation about music which a radio was playing.Then, he asked what kind of work I did before I retired. I replied that I was a writer and that I had been writing a blog for about eight years. He seemed to be awestruck and proceeded to "interview" me about my long writing career. When he finished cutting my hair which looked very stylish, he turned to Barry who was sitting nearby and said, "You have a cool mom" Barry smiled. Later, I asked Barry if he agreed with the young man and he said he did which pleased me.

See you next time.