A Nice and Fun Day

Today was busy, but a good kind of busy. A long-time friend came down to visit me. We went shopping and just enjoyed ourselves. I bought one of those plug-ins for my porch light that has two receptacles on either side so I can plug-in some rope, white lights for Christmas decorating.

I came home and rested my poor feet for about an hour or two and then I got more company. I was feeling so good that people were thinking of me. I went to the door and it was my daughter.

She invited me to ride along with her and her daughter to Bowling Green to look for a costume for her daughter. We went and had success. While in the store I came across a darling little girl all dressed up in her costume. I asked her mommy if I could take a photo of her and she and her little one agreed.

We then left the Halloween store and went to the mall. We roamed around Hot Topic and Bath n Body. Of course I had to get some good smelling stuff in there. I have some hand wash called Pumpkin Frosting that smells so good, so I bought another bottle.

I also bought the Vanilla bean body lotion that came back out for Christmas. I had to buy the hand wash called Gingerbread. I am definitely going to smell good through the holidays and have clean hands. LOL

It was so wonderful not to have to drive. I have a terrible time seeing at nights so if I had gone alone, I would have been back a long time ago. I just hate it that the clocks turn back Saturday. An extra  hour of darkness, yuck. I like more daylight at the end of the day. I can remember in years gone by we didn’t adjust our clocks like now, can you remember those days?

Well, I am home now and am drinking my cup of coffee and watching or listening, I should say to the Charlie Brown Christmas. Well, time to go check my email, and Facebook. Here is a photo of that darling princess I told you about.


Trio No 3


Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).

I had been on a diet my entire life. I was always reminded of the fat rolls I had on my legs when I was born. I actually got tired of hearing those words; in fact it gave me a complex. It must have bothered my mom also as she had me in a weight loss group in the seventh grade.

This bad feeling carried through my adult life. I was now on a new fad diet. It was guaranteed to take off 10 pounds in two weeks. The ingredients consisted of vegetables, fruits, lots of meat, and no sugars of any kind.

I was in my fourth day of it. I was lying in bed watching television when a restaurant commercial came on for a nice juicy hamburger. Suddenly my mouth began to water. My eyes started to float as liquid formed. I was hungry.

I argued with myself for around half an hour as I knew I had filled my page with all that I could have to eat that day. It didn’t do any good, I had let the commercial fool me into starvation mode.

I crawled out of bed and put my feet into my cozy slippers. I headed for the dark kitchen. I really didn’t need to be wide awake at 11pm. I let the refrigerator light lead me to what ever was easy to grab.

I located the buns, the cheese and the cold cuts. I found a box of cookies. Leaving the refrigerator door open for light,  I started to smile as I pasted together the biggest sandwich I could create. A thick-slice of tomato, dill pickles, several leaves of lettuce, meat,and a nice smear of mustard.

Grabbing a diet coke, I went to the table and got a napkin to put my cookie and sandwich on. When I turned around two little mice were nibbling at my food. It was the oddest thing I ever saw.

Instead of screaming and freezing in spot, I stared. The heads of the mice had my face. The legs on each mouse were filled with fat rolls. WTF was this? ” Mother, are you trying to still rub that story in my face, from way up there”?

I watched them for a few seconds longer and then suddenly became furious. I raced over to the counter top and shooed those two rascals away. I tossed the sandwich and cookie in the trash can. I wiped the counter down with a Clorox wipe slammed the refrigerator door shut  and turned to walk back to my bed, too angry to remember that I was hungry only moments ago. ” Thanks a lot Mother. I know, I know, stick to the diet little girl. You will be much happier in the end”.


Halloween Story of Your Life

It is almost Halloween night. Time for kiddies to get excited to dress-up and go door to door for treats. A time for bored teens to do things they will feel ashamed of the next morning.

I used to get so excited. I could go out after dark. I could walk up to door and ask for candy. The biggest memory I have is when I was about eight years old. When I went to school we had a big party at school.

Included in that was guessing who each other was. A parade of each of us all in a circle so we could show off our costumes. Dunking for apples and lots of eating candy. The costume I worse to school for the party was the same costume I wore that night for Trick-or-Treating.

I have to admit when I look at the photo of way back then, I looked cute, but getting around in the costume was so wrong. Mom had dressed me up in my dad’s flannel shirt. She attached a false mustache over my lip. She had me wear some too-long pants of a cousin’s of mine and made me wear a big, thick, brown belt to help hold them up.

Then the finale came when she asked me to hold my arms stretched out as far as they would reach. While I was doing this, she took a broom handle and shoved it down the back of my body so that it was sticking out both arms.

Ta-da! I was a natural-born scarecrow; but think about an eight year old trying to walk anywhere with any grace with a stick stuck in your body cross ways. Mom and dad didn’t believe in buying costumes or masks. They put their heads together with grandparents  and invented our costumes, then made them with what ever they could find.

Now a days money is spent for costumes that are made so cheap they can barely be held together for 24 hours. The make-up for costumes reminds me of theatrical make-up at its worst or best.

So now that I told you about my Halloween as a child that one year; share your memory of your special Halloween night with me. Oh, by the way, I never had any more terrible costumes like that. I think I complained so much that the following years was much easier.


Still Don’t Have a Costume?

I took some tips from Halloween.com for quick tips and ideas if you are still not ready for your Halloween party. Maybe one of these will help you out at last minute.



  • Dress in pink and carry a feather. What are you? Tickled pink.
  • * Dress all in black, tie a shot glass around your neck. What are you? A shot in the dark!
  • * Wear all black and put a postage stamp (enlarged if possible) on your chest. What are you? Black mail.
  • * Wrap yourself in wrapping paper with a tag: “From: God, To: Women”. What are you? God’s gift to women.
  • * Attach suger-cubes (or candy) all over yourself. What are you? Sugar-Daddy or Sugar-Momma.
  • * Tie an old CD around your neck and carry a lighter. What are you? A CD burner? (DVDs work well too)
  • * Draw the letter C seven times on face and arms (use safe ink!). What is it? The Seven Seas.
  • * Get a small weight (e.g. dumbbell) and stare at it intently. What are you? Watching your weight.
  • * Draw the letter P around the child’s eyes. What are you? “Black-Eyed-Peas”. Be careful to use safe ink!!!!
  • * Quarter (or preferably enlarged photocopy of one) taped to your back. What are you? A quarter-back.
  • * Put a pot on your head. What are you? A pot head.
  • * Box with two circular or semi-circular holes over your head with the label, “free mammogram”.
  • * Black clothes and white face paint? A mime (you can even skip the paint if it is not available).
  • * Wrap yourself in some (or all) aluminum foil. What are you? A baked potato!
  • * Make a large colorful name tag. Say things like “I’d like to buy a vowel” or “Oceans of the world for 500″. Game show contestant.
  • * Got an old black leather jacket? Hair Gel? Jeans? 50s guy.
  • * Mix black, white, red/orange, blue face paint and paint bugs and dots on your face. Put a few plastic bugs in your hair. What are you? Bug bites!
  • * Put a piece of styrofoam beneath an old t-shirt. Stab a fork through it (careful!!!!). You are ‘done’.
  • * Affix one couch cushion to the front of you and one to the back. What are you? The lost TV remote.
  • * Wear all white. Attach (or paint) yellow circle to your stomach. You are an egg. Add horns and a pitchfork and you are a deviled egg.
  • * Get horns and a pitchfork. Dress as normal. What are you? A horny-little-devil.
  • * Get an old box. Cut a hole for your head. Attach book, tissue box, and lamp. What are you? A “One Night Stand!”
  • * Put a pillow on your belly. What are you? Pregnant.
  • * Paint a shoebox black and attach it to your back. What are you? A refrigerator magnet.
  • * Cowboy hat, boots, corduroy? Instant cowboy.
  • * Dress nicely with a fake noose around your neck. What are you? Well hung.
  • * Bridal gown and sneakers? What are you? Runaway bride.
  • * Paint one finger gold. What are you? Gold finger.
  • * Put crosses all over the clothes you are wearing. What are you? A cross dresser.
  • * Dress normally. Pin some socks, dryer sheets, hand towels to your shirt. Static cling.
  • * Carry around some paper. If someone askes what you are tear one up. What are you? A paper shredder.
  • * Catcher’s glove, loaf of rye bread. Attach the bread to you, wear the glove. Catcher in the rye.
  • * Wear a t-shirt with a large ? (question mark) on it. Tape popcorn to it. What are you? A pop quiz.
  • * Wear extra-large bra over your clothes. Stuff with spices. What are you? A spice rack.
  • * Get some cat and dog stuffed animals. Use double sided tape or string to attach to an umbrella. Its raining cats and dogs.
  • * Wear normal clothes. Attach a dollar to each ear. What are you? A Bucaneer. (Buck-an-ear).
  • * Take a stuffed dog and attach it to your a long sleeve shirt. Use safety pins (or if you can, sew it). Instant attack dog trainer.
  • * Dress in a nice suit. Attach legal documents to yourself. What are you? A law suit.
  • * An empty box of cereal. A toy knife. Instant “Cereal Killer.”
  • * Attach unlit cigarette butts to a hat. What are you? A butt-head.
  • * Black jacket and black pants. (a) Add a beard and top hat and copy of the Gettysburg Address and you are Abraham Lincoln. (b) Add dark glasses and slick back your hair and you are “Men in Black.” (helps to have a friend to dress with!). (c) Add a hat and you are a “Blues Brother.” (d) If you have a white color, you can be a priest.
  • * Attach a pan to your belt. What are you? Peter Pan
  • * Put a pillow on your chest. What are you? Arnold Schwarzenegger or Pamela Anderson (at 80 years old if the pillow is bad!).
  • * Find a toy airplane. When asked what you are, hold it in your hand. An aircraft carrier.
  • * Put a pillow on your back under your shirt. What are you? Quasimodo!
  • * Put a pillow case on your upper body. What are you? A Chicklet!
  • * Put a sign that says “Go Ceilings!!!!” on your shirt. What are you? A Ceiling Fan! Cheer to help the effect.
  • * Attach a muffin to your hat. What are you? The Muffin-Man
  • * If you are “big-boned” then throw a white sheet (or large pillowcase) on. What are you? Antarctica!
  • * Wear normal clothes, make a sign that says “Nudist on Strike!”
  • * Construction Worker Costume: Old shirt, work boots, tool belt, hand tools, work gloves, hard hat, walkie-talkie or some combination
  • * Wear all white. Attach old cups, milk cartons etc to you. What are you? White trash.
  • * For those times you don’t want to go: say you’re going as a cable-guy – since they never show up; or the invisible man.
  • * For a couple: she dresses as a brick. You as a mason. What are you? A brick-layer.
  • * Wear red, white, and blue. Instant American Flag.

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Bonded Memories

Please don’t hit me mommy

Daddy make her stop

Hey, shut-up and take it like a man

You did the deed, you pay the price

I could hear the screaming from my own house

Tears started rolling down my cheeks

As I remembered back to the days of my own youth

Where punishments could have been handled

Without the stings of the belt

The burns of my dad’s cigars

Mommy’s slaps across the face

As I came back to reality

I heard the pleas of please stop

I made my feet move

Walking towards my phone

I dialed 911

I explained what I heard

I hung the phone up

Placed my keys in the door

Walked to their front porch

Beat on the door with my fists

The door opened brisk

Cursing me to leave right away

The little one peeked from the side

I held my arms out

He raced towards me with tears

The same tears we both shared

Risking being shot at or hit

I raced back to my home

Tearing open the front door

Locking dead bolts and more

I prayed for the almighty God

To save this child for my sake

To take all the guilt I had born

To wipe the memories away

To give the child and myself

A new life with new eyes to see

Then the sounds of the sirens came near

I heard the screams  of put your hands behind you

I peeked out my window

As the dirt and the mud washed away

I turned towards the little fellow

And he buried his cheeks in my bosom

We shared tears for the past and tomorrow

Written by,

Terry Shepherd







I Didn’t Want You to Go

I Didn’t Want You To Go


I didn’t want you to go

Didn’t you really know?

All the prayers I said at nights

While you were fighting the fight

I didn’t want you to go

Didn’t my sadness show?

The thought of you not here

Placed my body in total fear

How can I possibly go on

Turn a smile from a frown

How will you hear me say

You say you will always stay?

You promise to stay near?

You say I have no need to fear?

I will cling to your every word

When I see the flying of birds

I will look up to the skies

And quickly wipe the tears from my eyes

I hear you whisper to me

You say it is time to flee

I will love you forever bud

My love I will send above

Hold that spot you promised you would

I promise I will come, I will be good

For there is one thing I  know

The time apart, it will go so slow

But when God says my time is here

We will soar through the skies so near.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


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