Can’t Watch This


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When was the last time you watched something so scary, cringe-worthy, or unbelievably tacky — in a movie, on TV, or in real life — you had to cover your eyes?

 

I don’t know if this show I am watching is brand new on TV or not, but it is new to me. It is so Sci-Fi; and I don’t usually watch shows which can’t be real. In this case, I can see it happening though, and I was so engrossed with it I set my timer to not miss each episode. It is on Sunday nights here on FX at 10p for one hour. You will have to check your local listings if this seems interesting to you.

The first show I watched was about a plane that was full with passengers. It seemed pretty normal until the plane began its landing process. When it did touch ground, the plane and everyone inside went dead. The feel of the plane on the outer edges was cold also.

Of course this led to investigators and cops everywhere. All were afraid to approach the plane because this wasn’t normal; but of course to  carry the show forward they did finally enter and saw each person white as ghost and dead, or though they thought.

Last night’s episode was a continuation. It seems the dead people aren’t really dead. In fact, they had been infiltrated by a tiny worm from a large animal that feast on blood. I closed my eyes once as the investigators looked into the 4×10 box and the surprise came out. I look forward to this show each Sunday. I am just totally blown away at the excitement I get. I am glued to that TV for one hour. Don’t call me, no potty breaks, no nothing until it is over.

 

Oh FYI, the show is called THE STRAIN

 

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OH LITTLE ONE


OH LITTLE ONE

 

Oh little one

You are the one

Let me see you crawl

Let me not miss a fall

Talk to me please

Say mommy

Take your first steps to see

Show mommy how big you can be

I will walk you to school

Now remember the golden rule

Your first scratch on knee

Brings tears for me to see

You want to date I do not think

I have to be stern and  take no stink

You have something to tell you say

Oh not it shouldn’t happen this way

Oh look at his fingers and toes

And look at that cute little nose

Precious memories I hold near me

As I bounce him on my knee

Remember all your mama speaks

She wants you strong and not too weak

I have enjoyed my life with you

As I see God has something for me to do

And now I must lay my head down to rest

Remember you are all the best.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

07.20.2014

 

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Babies


In between packing, I am still working hard on seeing the good in life each day. I was involved with my two grand babies for brunch and this brought plenty of smiles and good thoughts. I find that by doing one thing each day at the minimum helps my mourning process of losing Al.

Al always smiled at babies. I always thought somewhere on his mentality level he related to them so well. Although he was here when the oldest was born, he was too ill to ever meet him, and of course he was in heaven when the youngest arrived. 

I am a Grandma of I believe 11 grandchildren, don’t quote me on that. I believe my oldest, a girl, is 21 and the youngest, a girl, is five weeks. I will miss my grandchildren when I leave but I will get to enjoy my one granddaughter more often when I arrive to my new home. I won’t be so far away that I won’t get to see the others so this will be a nice plus.

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The Plane, the Plane


I was sitting here finishing my last post when I heard a plane that sounded so close I was afraid it was coming down for an unplanned landing. Of course, I had to go snoop. It was a plane fertilizing the field next to me. You know me, I had to get a few photos.

 

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Escape


He was hiding under the bridge, shaking, dirty and afraid. His parents were not worthy of being called parents. Glued brains, wasting life, never thinking of anything but how to get more money to buy more drugs.

One day Lee decided he was leaving the shell called home. He had been beaten and blood was the most he had ever seen. He waited until it was dark so no one would see his open sores he left. Wild dogs chased him and he climbed trees. Fresh blood seemed to bring out the wild, the eager, the breathing, and it scared him so bad he used leaves to wipe his tears.

He was so frightened. Cats mating, seemed like Halloween nights. Owls made their presence known. Crazy birds whispered hard, letting him know he was trespassing. He shook so hard leaves made it seem like they were cold.

He finally climbed out of the tree and ran quickly. He made it to the water’s edge. Listening to the water ripple against the edge made him a bit calmer but the darkness seemed richer as small lights twinkled on the top of the water.

When he looked farther to the left he saw orange. He walked towards it and then realized it was fire. As he neared he saw several people gathered around big barrels of fire. He went towards under the bridge, still close to the edge of water in case he had to leave quick.

He hid there and crouched. There was a dirty blanket laying close by and he picked it up and molded himself with in it. Maybe he was trying to  hide, to keep his blonde hair from showing. He tried to breathe softly, but his heart was beating fast and he could not stop hearing each breath he took.

So quiet, he could hear crickets and frogs. He could hear the splash of fish jumping. Soon he began to settle and was being hypnotized by the silence. Within a short time someone touched him on the shoulder.

He turned quickly, trying to stand up and tripping over himself. A scary man-made it very clear he wanted the blanket. It was his. Lee tossed it to him and took off running, looking for a safer place to stay. He ended up being at a pillar that was holding up the bridge. He knelt down and tried to hide behind it. No one seemed to notice him and while trying to keep an eye out for himself, he fell asleep.

When he woke up he was sitting on a hard chair with bright lights blinding him. He discovered he was in a police station. His parents were standing in front of him.

 

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A Taste of Fresh


I talked to a friend last evening and decided to pick her up and go the Farmers Market this morning. It wasn’t too huge so I was able to walk with no problem. There were various vendors there selling their product.

I had to force myself to stay away from the baked good items. Smelling them can raise my sugars. LOL. There were specialty vendors that sold home-made wax tarts, which I am big into. They also sold home-made soap. I ended up buying one of the wax tart packages in lilac scent and a lemon/basil bar of soap. If it doesn’t clean me, at least my bathroom will smell good right?

We didn’t stay too long. We then ran to the grocery store so I could add to my spice rack. I swear I have every spice out there, but always room to have one more. My friend told me to try Colliander for my Diabetes, so I bought a jar. Let’s hope it works. The vendors had no tomatoes as of yet so had to purchase vine tomatoes at the store.

Here is what I ended up bringing home and now have a nice soup pot cooking. I should be able to eat on that for several days as much as I made. Of course I couldn’t resist making some fresh cucumber and onions with vinegar, sugar and water either. I saved some of my fresh veggies for snacking for later. I love how cucumbers take away my extra water I carry.

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Changes


I guess WordPress thinks I am a young chick. Lately they have done so much changing on everything that has to do with my writing. I can barely keep up anymore. For some time it seemed no one was visiting my blog, then suddenly it gained 100%.

Then they changed how to even get to my blog. I had problems getting a photo downloaded; it kept saying error. Now the new post icon is up in my right corner. What is going on WordPress? Give me a break. I am not a young chick, I am middle-aged and my brain just don’t work too fast lately.

Maybe it is me. I always believed when it ain’t broke, don’t be messing with it. I realize though that I need to keep up with the changes of this giant universe.

I do like WordPress. It is an amazing place to me. A great way to vent, heal, or write, or share music and photos. For me, it works.

Tonight I went to the Moose for a couple of hours. I had supper there and now my sugar is probably too high. They had spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread. I ate about half of my spaghetti, all of my salad, and didn’t touch the bread. Hopefully that starch and carb won’t get the best of me tonight.

Since I have been home I have been texting my one son. We text quite a bit. I love it. A son and his mom, still having so much chit-chat between us.

Today, I started packing some of my brother’s bedroom up. Definitely not an easy task. I guess that is why I wanted to do that room first. All of my brother’s clothes were staring at me. I have come to the place where I know I won’t wear them and there is probably someone out there who needs them.

Anyone on here live in KY? It really isn’t that far from me, but far enough I will notice a huge change in the winter time, and it is probably hotter there a little bit than here in the summers. The southern states are so beautiful with all the trees and rolling hills. I live in the flat land, the corn state, no hills here.

I heard one time that if you take our main highway, which is 30, and drive west it will take you all the way to California. I wonder if that’s really true.

Tomorrow I am picking up a friend and going to the Farmer’s Market for the first time. Hoping to pick up some cucumbers, tomatoes, onions and green beans. Oh fresh, that word sounds so nice on my lips. No canned, no frozen crap.

Well, it  is getting darker now earlier. A month ago at this time, which is 10pm, it was light. Before long it will be windy, snowy and icy here. Today I heard the first locus, and I have always known that from the first time you hear it, the weather and air will change in exactly six weeks; and it has been so as long as I can remember; so this makes it the end of August for us, and the heat shall begin to leave.

Have a great night and talk to you tomorrow.

 

Oh here is my latest photo of myself two days ago. No, not the locus, the other one. LOL

 

ME

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THE GRASPING GAME


THE GRASPING GAME

 

Where did you go

You were here

Now nowhere

Come on

I hear you

Or do I hear

Your old voice

Do I see

Your face

Or is my

Memories over-drive

Come back I say

Turn and

Look at me

Don’t play games

I see you

Walking to

Your room

You can’t fool me

I see you

Standing there

Tears fall

Down my cheeks

As I reach

Out for you

And feel ice.

 

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

07.17.2014

 

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