Author Archives: Susie (Arnold) Raffey

About Susie (Arnold) Raffey

I am a Futures Trader, Independent AVON Sales Representative, Director for Miss Kitty's Long Branch Ranch Incorporated, and VP of Raffey Development & Remodeling, Inc. In my spare time, I enjoy writing about life, love and fear. While sort-of in-between this time above and that time below, I typed my dad's book, "From the Cotton Patch to Ph.D., God's Management of Man through the Eyes of a Scientist," and saw it through the publication process. I have also been a Paralegal, a Real Estate Salesperson and the head of Accounts Receivable for a large property management firm. Finally, I am doing what I love and loving what I do. I am a big proponent of, "If I can do it, then you can, too!"

Q-Who

Q-Who could mean many things to you. Me, I see a sentimental manager selling stuff from my parent’s estate and striving to save my sanity while it’s still not too late.

Amazed by the mental weight the over-accumulation of stuff has had on me, I decided to write about it.

Overwhelmed by the apparent inability to decide the fate of stuff, I decided to write about it.

Saddened by the sudden losses we have had in such a short time, I decided to write about it.

Q-Who is where I write of these things.

11.17.19 later

As it turned out, my assistance today was not needed, And some old advice I had heard, I heeded – “Too many cooks in the kitchen,” or something like that, So I asked my brother to take me back, I have a lot to do before I pack, Oh wait – pack? That I don’t have to do, Because of everything I need, I now have two.

One here and one there, Except when it comes to under-wear, it’s more like ten pair. Even my bible and Amazon fire stick, I ordered both on Prime and they got here quick.

But anyway, Like I was about to say, It worked out how it was supposed to – today, Even the bulletin, it was meant to be that way, And so Adam thought it was Wednesday. It was God’s way of speaking to me, He knew that was what I needed to see. And thank you Sharon, for your text, I hope your day is super-blessed!

11.17.19

This morning it was crystal clear, I could respond in love or react in fear. I awoke with an attitude, That unfortunately, was very rude, I thought, “I don’t have time to help decorate, Because once again, I am running late. Behind schedule, I am, on all I wanted done Before heading to Florida and soaking up the sun.” But now, I am ecstatic to say, That my mood did not stay that way, And grateful, I am, to know better today And to say to myself – “HEY! It’s okay. Stop reacting in fear, start responding in love And look for help from heaven above. So I did and it’s been a much better day, And don’t worry guys, the Christmas Cheer Squad is on the way!

11.16.19

To the football game, I was not going to go, And then I realized, it could be the last one with my bro. A play-off game, it was last night, And the Waurika Eagles were out of sight! I am very glad went, even though it also meant I did not get to my poem, but my jewelry mess, I made a dent.

So yes, there will be another game since they won, But I will be in Florida soaking up the sun. I will be back though in just two weeks, And I hope to be in the stands and jump up on my feet When the cheerleaders command the Eagles’ fans with their beat!

11.15.19

I wrote and recorded my poem yesterday, But before I sent it on its way, I decided there were things I should not say And so I shut down my computer and went to bed.

I started writing about staying in the “now,”  But majorly got off-track and I do not know how I did not see the big black cow Or so I mean a white elephant?

Well today it has been bugging me, I feel I let myself down, don’t you see, Those of you in my family tree, I’m sorry.

I am sorry if say something you’d rather I not, I am sorry if I embarrass or put you on the spot, I am sorry for other things that I have forgot

And I hope you can get over it.

I need to do this for me, Writing the poem in an under an hour, this is the key So it’s possible there will be things I do not see. This is my disclaimer.

Through this, I am becoming free To know who I am, and that, I shall be, And if you don’t want me to, I’ll quit for a fee, But until then, here I am, and I do hope you’ll watch.

I hope and I pray that you’ll let me be me And though we may not always agree, May we love each other without apology, And that I remember to let you be you, too.