Which Song Would You Pick?

An oldie but a goodie to welcome in September …

Welcome September

Welcome to September

Which Song Would You Pick?
By: Debra Higginbotham
(yeah that’s me)

I’m sneakers and t-shirts, and boots now and then.
No use for high heels … probably invented by men.

I’m proactive, not reactive – I’m loud when I laugh.
I can’t manage laundry; but I have managed a staff.

I’m goofy, I’m silly … but don’t fall down on the job,
or I’ll grow grumpy horns, to make a grown man sob.

I’m happy and optimistic with my head held high…
but if you whine and complain, I’ll bid you goodbye.

Lazy drives me crazy. Moochers, just leave me be.
I’m a no-drama Mama … with no time for hypocrisy!

I’m honest. I’m blunt. Why beat around the bush?
And if you’re stuck in a rut, just call me for a push.

I’m witty. I’m friendly – and I read people well.
So if you are not authentic – I most surey can tell.

I’m not a Betty Crocker, or Martha Stewart wannabe,
but I was never one to master that Housewifery !

I’m not one for debates. Cat fights aren’t my thing.
I find those gossiping gazelles, just oh so exhausting.

I don’t really drink coffee, and I barely like wine.
Yet somehow, all these years, I do just fine.

I hate shopping malls.  I’d rather hike a hill.
But don’t ask me to race.  I doubt I ever will.

My socks rarely match.  My nails are often plain.
And I’ve been known ~ to dance in the rain.

I compliment strangers; and oh how I sing off key.
But not at the same time, I fear they may slap me.

I rarely talk politics – but I will always cast a vote.
And I will speak my mind – even IF it rocks the boat.

So now that you know – a few things that make me tick,
if we were going to dance … which song would you pick?

As Always, Make Champion Choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady

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New Hair Color

New Hair Color

By: Debra S. Higginbotham, yeah that’s me

Wrapped up in a frenzy, of mindless emotions,
logic escapes me, common sense is scant!
So tolerate me, indulge me and humor me, per se,
as I give in to the whimsy, of a nonsensical rant!

Politicians bore me (and anger me) – it’s true …
the news is alarming (and annoying) – indeed!
The globe warms up, the economy cools down,
and common core math, will make my brain bleed.

Customer service is slacking ~ hackers are hacking!
Wall Street is shaking while the dollar tries falling!
Folks are getting fatter, but does it really matter,
in a health care crisis; that so few find appalling!

So bombs are being built, wars are being fought,
disease is being spread – in a world that’s unsteady!
Terrorism abounds – – while new cells are found…
we say that we’re prepared, but are we ever ready?

Now that I depressed you, in this paranoid vent…
Oh how shall I conclude – – with a positive slant?
Prayer will surely help! Hugs and smiles go far.
And when overwhelmed –go do for those who can’t.

As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady

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Twas The Night Before School…

Dear Santa:  I Can Explain!

Dear Santa: I Can Explain!

By: Debra Sue Higginbotham
December 4, 2014

Twas the night before School, and all thru the house,
the children were stirring – and wrestling the spouse.
No homework was done, yet no one did care …
In hopes that this mama … had a free pass to spare.

No children were nestled, in a messy little bed,
No teeth were brushed – just mouthwash instead.
I own not a ‘kerchief, but oh I long for a nap …
Maybe someday I’ll be settled, like an old sappy sap.

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the laundry – to see what was the matter.
And what to my exhausted eyes – should appear …
A door-to-door salesman – the billionth one this year.

With a big tall vacuum, so lively and so quick …
I knew in an instant … his old salesman trick …
Faster than an Eagle, my door slam, it came,
then I scurried and shouted, calling the kids by name:

Now William, Now Thomas, in bed you must be …
Now James I can see you – no, you can’t have some tea.
Now Victoria – where are you? On the phone, I’ll bet.
Now let’s find those backpacks, before I forget.

To the top of the stairs!
 And to the bunk bed wall!
Now sleep away! sleep away!
Oh sleep away all!
And if I step on a lego, or if I should slip on a sock,
I’ll find your tablets and change the passcode lock.

And then in a twinkling, I heard in the kitchen,
Banging and clashing and words I won’t mention.
He was dressed in his boxers, standing on one foot,
Shuffling dishes, wondering where they should be put.

A bundle of pans, he had flung on the drain,
and he looked like my husband; but I must be insane.
His eyes, they wondered, how kids make such a mess.
His cheeks were like fire, his nose wrinkled at a guess.

His sexy little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the dimple on his chin – was inviting, don’t ya know.
The look on his face; gave me butterflies in my belly,
As we ditched the dirty dishes ~and counter full of jelly.

We sprang up the stairs, as he gave me a whistle,
And away the night flew; like the down of a thistle.
But I heard a child exclaim, ‘ere we dashed out of sight,
“Be Quiet Mom & Dad ~ You Know It’s a School Night!”

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Answered Prayer

I wrote this poem a long time ago in honor of adopting our daughter.  She moved in with us when she was four years old, and it took us two yeas, but she was finally adopted into our family 2 years later.  She’s been with us the whole time.  She’s an amazing young lady.  She is now 17.

Answered Prayer

By: Debra Sue Higginbotham
a.k.a. Healthy Habit Lady

All material is hereby copyrighted.


Sitting herewith stars in my eyes,

thinking a thousand

thoughts of you.

Quietly wondering,

then I realize –

what I did

to deserve you.

I think the thing

that I did right

was ask for you

in prayer.

Before I slept

most every night,

God assured me

you were out there.

Now here you are

all in my heart,

a treasure

for me to keep.

And now I know

the sweetest part

is Singing you

to sleep.

As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady
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Into Action

Into Action
By: Debra Sue Higginbotham
a.k.a. Healthy Habit Lady

Get up and get busy,
stop sitting on your butt.
Put energy into action,
and get out of that rut.

Make a goal come alive,
stop pondering “what if” …
the smell of sweet success,
is anxious for your whiff.

Get up and get moving,
rediscover a hidden delight.
Put passion into action,
despite your hidden fright.

Make your dreams come true,
unlearn the word ‘Delay’.
Why put off until tomorrow,
what you can get done today?

Get up and move your feet,
take a step –and then the next.
Put your plans into action,
even if they are perplexed.

Make your intentions known,
share your talents now.
Find answers for questions,
like ‘when’, ‘where’ or ‘how’.

Get up and take a chance,
be optimistic in your heart.
Put your future into action,
for now is the time to start.

I hope you are not offended,
or think I’m telling you what to do …
for this poem is really targeting,
its humble author – not you !

All material is hereby copyrighted.

Originally Written: Thursday, June 19, 2003

As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady


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