Witches and goblins, what a fright
When at first I saw this sight!
Black cats running down the street
Don’t want the two of us ever to meet!
The headless horseman just rode by
I wonder what was sticking out of his eye!
Little Jimmy hiding behind that tree
Scaring the pants off of others and me!
Winds whistling in the bare branches of trees
Draws goosebumps and shivers from all over me!
It is that time of year tonight
When it is allowed to cause some fright!
Now go little children and have some fun
Be safe and get candy, and lots of gum!
- A Little Yellow Bicycle Halloween!! (vickiboutin.typepad.com)
- All Hallows Eve (jimcantwell1.wordpress.com)
- Home Decorating for Halloween, Home Decorate … (carajilloblog.wordpress.com)
- Ghouls, Goblins and Ghosts ‘Spook’ Main Street (krextv.com)
Dahlia and Drake arrived at her father’s house, to see the drapes pulled and the only light shining through was the television. Her father had been expecting her, so he had made a point to tidy up a bit and shave and put clean clothes on.
Without asking permission, Dahlia walked over and opened one window draperies. She made a laughing comment that he was not a bat, and he needed some sun light in his life. He murmured something under his breath, but did not try to have her close it.
They all sat down and chatted for a while, asking him how he had been, and was he eating enough, did he have groceries. He said that he was doing just fine, and no complaints in any area.
Drake continued to talk while Dahlia made her way to the kitchen and rummaging through the cupboards and the refrigerator. She heard her dad calling out to her, that he was fine, that the neighbor lady had been stopping by also to check on him, and she had been picking up some groceries for him, when she went to the grocery store.
Dahlia thought that was very nice of the neighbor, and she made a mental note to run over next door and thank her. She went into the bathroom, and saw that it was a tad dirty, so she quickly got the cleaner out from under the sink and cleaned the shower and the sink, then scrubbed the toilet. She had moved so quietly, dad never even knew what she had been up to, or she knew that he would be having something to say about it.
She went into his bedroom and saw the bed was made, and being content, she went back to the living room to chat some more. She asked him if he needed anything and he said that he was pretty well set.
He grinned at Dahlia and Drake and asked them if they were still planning on hitching up, and Drake said of course, nothing was stopping this wedding. They all had a good laugh over this, and then dad said his suit was all ready but it might need a little cleaning and he didn’t have any dark socks to wear with his shoes.
Dahlia went into his bedroom closet and got the suit out and took it back with her to the living room, and told him that she or Drake would drop it off at the dry cleaners and then have it brought back, and while dropping it off, they would stop at the clothing store and purchase him a pair of socks.
With all seeming very good here at his home, they said their goodbyes, and gave each other hugs, and with the suit in one hand, they took off for back home. Once back at the house, they left the suit in the car. With only a week and a half before the wedding, the suit needed to be dropped off at the cleaners tomorrow.
Everyone was sitting down eating in the kitchen, and they told them to grab a plate and fill it up and have a seat. Conversation was about the food preparations, and how it was progressing. Rachel asked Dahlia how her dad was and she commented back he was doing fine. She said that a neighbor lady was picking up some groceries for him sometimes, and then their were jokes about the lady and dad getting together. They all laughed.
Supper over, and the kitchen cleaned back in order, the ladies all went to their rooms to finish studying, as exams started tomorrow. The men went to the porch and talked about nothing, watching the sun drop over the trees. It was a lazy evening, just the kind that was appreciated in this house.
Soon they all got up and went back in the house, and were heading to their rooms, when Ralph heard a crash. He turned around and saw Drake leaning over Drew. Drew had fallen and this time he had passed out.
Rachel and the ladies came rushing out of their bedrooms, and all gathered around to see what was happening. Drake was lightly smacking Drew’s face to try and get him to come around, but it was not working. Ralph leaned in saying to his son, do you hear me, can you hear me Drew, answer me son, but no response came.
Ralph looked up at Rachel and told her to go call the ambulance, and have them get here as soon as possible. She took off for the phone, and others went and got a pillow and a blanket. Dahlia raised Drew’s head and rested the pillow under him, and then covered him with the blanket.
Drake and Ralph were asking each other, did you see what happened. No, neither one had actually seen. Drake had been a head of Drew and heard the crash about just moments before Ralph. Drake looked over Drew’s head, and was relieved that he saw no blood. He tried talking to Drew again, but still was receiving no feedback.
The ambulance could be heard coming and people backed away, giving the technicians plenty of room. The ladies sat over on the couch and chairs, whispering to each other, giving each other their ideas about what might have happened.
The driver and helper came in, and checked his vitals. The one helper radioed the hospital and said that the patients blood pressure was pretty low, and they were going to be transporting him to the hospital. They would arrive within fifteen minutes.
They got him on the portable bed with wheels, and covered him good, and then took off for the hospital with sirens racing. Everyone back at the house got themselves together and piled in the two cars and took off also.
When they reached the hospital, the ambulance had Drew already inside, and he was being seen in the ER. Ralph tried to go back, but the nurse’s told him to please wait in the lobby, that they were trying to get his blood pressure back up, and get him settled.
Ralph paced back and forth in the lobby, while waiting for news. The others sat quietly, just watching him pace. Time seemed to be standing still, and then the call came, for Ralph and Rachel to come back, the doctor wanted to speak to them first.
- Continuing Story Part 38 (terry1954.wordpress.com)
- Continuing Story Part 36 (terry1954.wordpress.com)
- Continuing Story Part 32 (terry1954.wordpress.com)
- Continuing Story Part 31 (terry1954.wordpress.com)
Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.
If I could invent a holiday, I would invent one where everyone would benefit. It would be called Be Kind At Home Day. The reason behind this is to help bring families back together again, if for only to show them, what family is all about.
This would be a day when no one would be allowed to walk outside past their property, nor drive to anywhere. You would have to be with your immediate family.
The home would be filled with laughter, and a special time for coming together with problems or discussions, based on the goal that this would draw the family together once again. Children as well as parents would be allowed to participate in the conversation.
The house work would be laid to rest for this one day, except for tidying up, and the aromas that would fill the rooms would be filled from baking together just one recipe. A number of games would be placed on the table, and all would vote on the one that would be played together for one hour.
At meal times, no one would be allowed to escape sitting together as a family, and the meal would be enjoyed by all and plenty of lighthearted conversation. There would also be one hour where each person, excluding small children,(they would be napping) would spend time entirely alone, going into thought about their own goals in their lives, and checking to see if they were heading in the right direction.
The day would be entirely filled up, and by the end of the day, the family would once again know each other, and become closer. Hopefully, some of what was learned or re-learned would be carried into the following weeks and months.
Family is so important. I feel that if you do not have family, you have nothing. I know this is something that has been let slip by the side of the road, with busy schedules, divorces, and work, but we must work very hard these days to keep the communication line open. What is it we call it at work? The open door policy. Let us practice this in our own homes as well.
- Daily Prompt (swozy.wordpress.com)
- Daily Writing Prompt: My Lost Extended Family (itlnbrt.com)
- Happy Family (michellebelle925.wordpress.com)
- 20121024-Daily Prompt (thebloggingpath.com)
I can’t make sense out of this. I am sitting here in awe, trying to remember everything that Joyce Meyers is saying right now. I was channel surfing and came upon Joyce Meyers. I usually watch it at 10pm, but right here it is in the afternoon.
I believe it is for me today. God wanted me to hear it plain and clear. I am just over whelmed. No other words for it than this. The topic is on fear. I am a fearful person. Fearful of disappointing Al, God, my kids, friends, myself, you name it I am fearful, but my term for it has always been insecure.
I am not sure if they are one and the same meanings or not, but in this topic it is talking about people using you, and how you, me, let it happen. She says that I let it happen for fear of rejection, loss of friendship, family relationships etc.
I am listening to this intently, because every word, I understand so clear. God, did you want me to watch this because you knew in my simple mind, I would make the connection?
I do things for people because I am afraid if I don’t they will leave my life. I let others run me over with a Mack truck, in fear of rejection. I think what got me though, right in the heart, was when she said, people who you let run you, never respect you.
I believe there is a difference in helping people who need it, or trying to be patient as someone tries to climb back up from the bottom. What I am talking about is when people use me over and over and I never stop it!
I am a middle-aged woman, and I should be standing more fearless, knowing God is behind me, beside me, and inside me. The holidays have stressed me out, and they are not even here yet. I worry why I don’t hear from my kids, and I realize they know how to pick up a phone, write an email. If they want to know how I am , they can figure out how to do it.
I am realizing that I am here to watch over and out for my brother, but I am not his keeper. I can not make him better, I can not wish away his illness, and most certainly, I can not let his illness take me down, so that I may take months to rise once again.
I have been ridiculed because I spend so much time on the internet, and now I am thinking, so, what is wrong with this? My house is clean, Al is being taken care of, bills are paid, so what is wrong If I blog more than others. If you don’t want to read my blogs, I know you know how to pass it by, just click DELETE!
Today, I have went back and forth in my mind because I did not feel like getting out of my comfy house coat and getting dressed. It is not proper, but who cares? If you stop by unexpectedly, will I not welcome you in and be my friendly self?
Wow, I don’t want to get all uppity and a know it all, but I am realizing that God wants me to be me for him and myself, not for everyone else. I am who I am. Thank you God for making me different! Thank you for giving me permission to do for me, sometimes, and not being ashamed. Thank you for leading me to this show today, because you have been trying to tell me, and I was not seeing or understanding, and you knew that I would get it, by watching at this precise moment.
- On Embracing Your Fears (letikvah.wordpress.com)
- Fear (mattullrich.wordpress.com)
- Screw You Fear (dailywhatnot.wordpress.com)
- The Risk of Living Fully (joyofspa.com)
Pick a random word and do Google image search on it. Check out the eleventh picture it brings up. Write about whatever that image brings to mind.
I was happy that my image to write about was absolutely beautiful. So serene and peaceful. I can see many things in this.
I can vision my parents in heaven, looking down and watching over me.
I can see the peace that God has brought to this earth, as it starts again brand new.
I can dream that one day my brother will find the peace that he so desires.
I can see myself with this peace inside my heart, knowing I am getting ready to go see Jesus.
I can vision this photo, if all the wars were stopped and over.
I can feel this peace as I lay my head against my pillow at night, getting ready to rest my body and mind.
I can feel this peace as I am marrying the man I have so longed and waited for.
I can feel the peace throughout the world as all illnesses are healed once and for all.
I can feel this peace, as torment, anger, jealousies, and hatred are ejected, leaving only the love shared between families.
Yes, I love this photo, and I know that some of these are in my dreams and wants box, but I can dream can’t I?
- The Proliferation of Peace (rickstakeongod.wordpress.com)
- The Lamp of the Body Luke 11 v 33-36 (charlzwp14.wordpress.com)
- Worry vs. Peace (A Spiritual Battle) (spiritledministry.wordpress.com)
- Monday, house or home… (todayithink.wordpress.com)
Oh Lord we gather around today
And we are going to pray
That you watch over the people there
Please do not leave their area all bare
We sense the fear they carry
Their lives are not sweet and merry
Oh Lord we pray they are safe today
As the weather is having its way
Let them remember you are here
And wipe a way all their tears
You know the reasons why
That this storm is passing by
Oh Lord we trust you so
Please let this pass and go
Let their lives be quick to heal
Let them find shelter and a meal
I pray this in your holy name
- Dear Lord, have mercy on us (prayer during hurricane Sandy) (monicamiller.wordpress.com)
- Hurricane Sandy Renders Us Comfortable, Mostly Braless (nymag.com)
- Hurricane Sandy Playlist – 30 Songs For Singing In The Rain (vividseats.com)
- Is Your Home Prepared For Hurricane Sandy? (divacfo.com)
- Is Your Small Business Prepared for Hurricane Sandy? (hiscoxusa.com)
There was an in between moment where there was laughter and eating and having a good time, and I am always thank when these moments come in front of me.
There was a birthday party here at my house for one of my grandchildren, Austin. I always remember his birthday, because he was born just a few days after mom died. My mom was so excited to see this new baby, but hopefully, she is looking down at all of my grandchildren even today.
Here are a few of the photos from the happy moment.
This is the birthday boy, looking over his new Lego set.
Jello ghost and pumpkins.
Al at the party.
- How to Throw the Perfect First Birthday Party (babyzone.com)
- The Best (Buttermilk) Birthday Cake You’ll Ever Have (joannagoddard.blogspot.com)
- “Time in a bottle” (amusingmomstales.wordpress.com)
Too many types of emotions today, and the only way to get rid of the bad ones are to do
what I know how to do best, BLOG! The good thing was that I got to say a bunch of thank-you’s today. I posted that blog first, because I wanted to settle down and be able to type correctly, instead of cursing at the world, for something that is no one’s fault out there in blogger world.
Remember the song, Where Do I Begin? This is the way I feel. This morning, I woke up before Al, so had the medications out, and his juice and milk poured in their special two-handled cups.I got dressed and brushed my teeth and hair. Started the coffee maker, and let’s see, did I do anything else? No, not at that time.
Al got up as I turned the coffee maker on, so helped him with his breakfast, got him seated, and went into his room and emptied the potty commode, and changed the wet bed.
The coffee being done, I sat here for about ten minutes, going through emails and enjoying my first cup of coffee. I did not have the first cup half done, when the shower girl appeared ready to give Al his shower. While she gave him his shower, I sneaked in some time and paid one of Al’s hospital bills, and the phone bill, and the gas company bill, then the doorbell rang again.
I quickly placed all receipts away and went to the door, and the furnace man was standing there. I had called him on Friday, letting him know the blower to the furnace was not kicking on. He went about his business looking the heating machine over, and at the same time Al was done with his shower. He and the shower lady made their way out here to the living room, and there was some small chit-chat as usual, and then she left.
I could find no one to sit with Al and I desperately needed to go to the bank, and to the grocery store, so we waited for the furnace man to be finished, and he said the reason the blower was not kicking on, was that there was a spider web, built over the pilot, and this was not allowing the flame to burn high enough to force the blower on. He cleaned the web out and tried the furnace again, and poof, magic, everything worked.
I dug up some money and paid him for his services, and thanking him I walked him out the door. I came back inside and gathered all of the trash together, as our big trash bins are at a place where it would be hard to walk to . No one in this addition leaves trash at the curb, which is good. It helps keep critters out of trash, and any nasty bugs that might want to come and feast.
As I am gathering trash from Al’s bathroom, I notice the furnace man forgot or did not put the two doors back on the front of the furnace. This makes me very nervous, when the wires are all showing in the open, because our furnace is in a hallway, and this is sometimes where Al stumbles or falls, going in this small area.
I tried to place the doors back on myself, but could not do it. I have watched my son do it a few times, and still can’t get it to clip on exactly right. I called the furnace man back then and asked him how to do this and he sort of laughed. I did my best to ignore the laughter, as he was letting me know that I was a dumb woman. He said he thought that I had taken the doors off so he let them remain off. I said, no, you took them off, I watched you do it. He says he doesn’t remember what kind of furnace it is. Now I realize he is an elderly gentleman, but he had been here not even twenty minutes earlier, and he didn’t know how the doors hooked back on? Give this woman a break, I am not a blonde today, I am a brunette! No gain, he didn’t come back and so they remained off.
I hung up from talking to him, and got the trash bag outside, and then helped Al with his coat and hat, and got my cell and my smokes, purse, and keys, and we left. On the way out of the drive way I noticed the leaf truck had been here but the leaves were still sitting there, and he walks over to me and says to me,tell your son, that if he is going to mulch the leaves, that he can not leave them here as the machine that picks up loose leaves can not pick them up now as they are too small.
I tell him I will give my son the message, and off we go to do our errands. I did manage to get everything done, but it was a big, big ordeal for Al going through all of this with me. We get back home and I bring in the load of groceries, and Al tries to help me, bless his heart, but it is just too much for him, so I tell him to go rest. In between this, I text my son who lives very close, and ask him if he can run down for just a moment, and he replies yes.
I go about putting the rest of the groceries a way while waiting for him, and get the freezer and cold items safely placed, and my son knocks. He did not come alone, he brought his family along with him, which is alright with me. He says,what do you need? I tell him about the furnace door and the leaves outside, and he flips out on me, letting me know that this is not his house nor his yard, so not his leaves, and not his problem. I stated that I was just delivering the message, that I did not ask him or tell him he had to do something about it. For all I care at this point, the freaking leaves can blow a blunder into the wilds.
My son asked me how many times am I going to ask him to slip the doors back on the furnace, and I had called him in this cold weather just for this? I explained about how I felt unsafe with all the wiring showing and with Al’s falling, I would feel better if the doors were back up, a safety thing in this house. He made me feel like crap. He said it wasn’t that important for him to run down here just for that. We argued a bit, me letting him know I was his mom, and that once in a while, he should respect my wishes, and just do this for me without bitching at me like a little kid.
He continued on that I should have been standing over the furnace guy watching what he was doing, because no spider web would do that kind of damage, and then I would have been able to tell him to place the furnace doors back on, or better yet, watch the furnace man place the doors back, so I can do it and not have to call the son to do it when it is not his furnace.
I don’t know if that furnace man ripped me off or not, maybe there was a spider web, maybe not, maybe there was a loose wire he wiggled, maybe not. What pisses me off is the lack of respect from my own kid. I snapped at him and told him I have to pay for everything you do for me, and maybe sometimes he should do something for me because he is my kid and I am his mom. He told me that I should not use guilt trips to make him feel bad.
He did put the doors back on and then they all left. When I get mad, I start shaking. I do not cry, which would be easier, I just stand and shake all over. Al was looking at me, and for the fact, in between son and me arguing, I had also fixed Al’s lunch, so he was eating and watching and listening, and maybe a little scared at the raised voices.
He and his family went home, and I went back to putting groceries away, and mumbling under my breath. Al finished his lunch and went to his room stat! I came over here to the computer then , and one tear did fall. I was on an instant anger and pity trip.
Why did I have three kids,and why don’t any of them call or help or act like they want to know if I am alright, or dead or alive, or even ask how Al is…My son had told me that I lean on him too heavily, and by this he meant the leaf raking and mowing and anything else he does for pay. I have five big trees, so there is a lot of raking. I help as much as I can, but I hate leaving Al in the house by himself, in case he falls. Last year, I raked a lot, but Al was nothing compared to the way his is this year with his health. He told me to ask my other two kids for a change. My other two children, I can not ask, my one son has medical problems, and my daughter lives in another state.
Why can’t I ask the son who lives near by? Am I taking advantage of him as a child? I don’t think so, and where is the respect for a parent? I did not raise my kids to be disrespectful at all.
All I know at this time and moment, is that I am questioning why did I ever move back to Indiana. The answer was I felt like we needed to come home because this is where everything is as far as Al’s health goes, and I missed my kids so bad.
Right now, if I had the money and Al was in a different situation, I would place my home on the market, and get the hell out of dodge. Go somewhere where I am not facing cold temperatures like today and big winds. I will never go back to Florida, too darn hot, but maybe to an area where people in general are friendly.
There, I have said it, and it still hurts, but I feel a bit better.
Children will step on your apron strings when small
And on your heart when they are grown. This was always my grandma’s saying, and I believe it is true. I want to blame myself for something to make me feel better, but this time I am not taking the blame upon my shoulders. My shoulders are already filled to the maximum taking care of Al.
- Old Man Winter is Coming! Tips to get your home ready! (laurieallengroup.wordpress.com)
- Rags near furnace blamed for Spokane fire (krem.com)
- This ‘n’ That Friday (sagechronicles.wordpress.com)
I can not believe the generosity of so many people that have sent Al get well, and happy cards. You all are so amazing, and have made him smile also! When I see him smile, this automaticlly makes me smile too. Thank you all for your kindness and big hearts.
Today, I want to thank these people who have participated in the “smile” project.
Hugs to each of you!!!!!
- How to Pick an Appropriate Thank You Card (tinyprints.com)