My email box is over flowing...

Someone on the QA list asked what the difference was between contemporary quilts and art quilts, and I , of course added my 2 cents. Barely a rippled was formed, the usual people ignored me. Then, an hour ago the ripple hit my email, 43 emails admiring my opinion. I even got accused of being witty. ( go me!)

In real life, most of my friends tell me I am "amusingly eclectic", which I believe is the PC way of calling someone a smartass. I admit it, I am not always politically correct in my behavior. My adult kids say "MOM!" a LOT in public to me.

Most of the time my mouth opens and my opinion spills out and I find my self thinking,
" OMG did I say that out loud?!?"
Sometimes what I think about the world around me gets out without me noticing at all but I know I said something that hit home when everyone within hearing distance gets REAL quiet. It's kind of amusing to me.

I use to do Cardiac telemetry at a rural service hospital on the coast of Oregon, they always gave me the day off when the big wigs were coming through to do an inspection and talk to the staff. I think I made the department manager nervous. I often got accused of saying what most people are afraid to say, they called my spewing "Andee-isms", and accused me of being blindly unaware of having profoundly deep thoughts and opinions.

I could not figure out what they were talking about... I just call em as I see em. When I left there my best going away present was a box filled with scraps of paper, each one holding a quote of something I had said, a note about the date and what was going on when I said it, and a brief outline of how it touched the person who placed it into the box. I cried and cried when I opened it. We never know whose life we will touch with our words or actions, I am ever grateful I tend to mostly touch people's lives in positive ways. I still have the box and the notes inside, front and center on my dresser, a daily reminder to tread softly through life.... I wish I could say I always make it, but sometimes I leave knee deep footprints. I am working on it though.

Cross posted from livejournal