Daily Prompt; The Interview


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Interview your favorite fictional character.

Me; Now I know from my own childhood that you are a wonderful person to dream about at nights, can you explain why this is so?

Her; Well, I have been around for many years. People and adults see something in me that they wish for their very own.

Me; And what would that be, can you be more specific.

Her; Well we all want life to be happy and peaceful. When people look at me and hear my voice, they become instantly happy.

Me; What is it that children and adults see in you that are the same?

Her; My voice is probably my biggest asset. It is soft-spoken. My tone comes across as caring and delightful. It is not a high-pitched voice, so when children hear me, they seem to relate very easily. When adults are having rough patches in their day, my voice becomes soothing for them. I believe it takes them back in time to a more joyous day.

Me; In today’s world, fashion makes a big statement. Your clothes never seem to fade away. In fact, anytime I have seen you, your clothing is always the change. How can that be?

Her; I symbolize softness, purity, trust and love. It is the ingredients to a happy soul. Safe and secure is something we all crave, even more as we age. Why change something that works for the name of fashion? When people look at my dress, they quickly recognize me. There are no doubts that I am no one other than who I always was.

Me; That is a beautiful quality, and I love your statement. One of my final questions is, how do you stay so trim and who does your hair?

Her; (giggling) Oh that is easy enough to answer. I use only natural ingredients in my foods that I eat. I would never consider eating anything that came out of a box. I omit salt, and I make everything myself. I try very hard to incorporate a color of the rainbow in each day’s menu. As far as my hair? That is the easiest of all. I just wave my magic wand over my head and sprinkles of fairy dust fall in place holding each of my locks for the entire day.

Me; Well this certainly has been the most delightful interview I have done in some time. I want to thank-you for being my special guest today. You realize the world is growing by leaps and bounds. Would you care to let the babes know your name so they can carry the same feelings we all have done for so many years?

Her; Well certainly my dear. I am no other than your Fairy Godmother.

 

 

Feelings


It can make you smile

It can tickle you

It can make you cry

Or feel very high

It can make you laugh

It can cure being alone

It can pass the time

It can give you life

It is what we

All long for

In this life

To feel love.

Terry Shepherd

04/27/2013

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Joyce Meyer, God and Me


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It’s as if it is magic

Something that is

Received through waves

Of air flowing from my mind

To hers; Joyce Meyers

Today I have struggled

With emotions bouncing

From every wall

Even talking with a friend

Which was very helpful

But something in the air

Being magic or God

When I flipped my TV

Station to Joyce Meyers

She spoke on exactly

My issues of today

How does she know

I don’t think it was her

For she was the instrument

That God knows I use

He spoke to her on

My behalf and she spread

The words that I needed

To bring me comfort

And peace of mind

God you are so awesome

When I think no one

Could understand

My foolish thoughts

You were right there

In front of my face

Bending into my heart

Hearing each of my words

And once again

You have proven to me

There is no other

Nor will there ever be

Who stands beside me

Who understands my way

Who ask me no questions

Who heals with a blink of an eye

I am on bended knee

Again once pouring

Out my thoughts to you

Forever in your debt

For what you do for me

All the minutes of

Each day and night

Thank-you so much

For loving me

And being my God

Amen.

Terry Shepherd

03/19/2013

Dedicated To A.


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Looking forward seeing

Also the past can bring pain

And sorrow as I stand by

And watch others making

The same mistakes

As I did once.

The mind holds firm

To words once spoken

Yet the heart is waiting

And able to forgive

And now the time has come

For the test of love to show

That family is above all other

Matters of the world

I come to you to say good-bye

As I know I will not have another chance

You meant the world to me

And even after you are gone

My heart shall still sting

As I realize there is no more

Time to say I love you

Time to say I’m sorry

I must let you go now

Into the arms of our Father

You brought joy in to my life

You showed me love and

Filled empty spaces in my heart

I will remember you forever

In my heart no matter where I am

I loved you then and I

Will always love you forever

Smile down upon me

As you sit at the right side

You are a good person

And I will feel the void forever.

Terry Shepherd

03/14/2013

Is He Alright or Not?


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This is going to be short so I won’t keep you long. It is about forty-five minutes until I leave to go get Al. Today is the day he is going for his favorite treat, the Blizzard at the Dairy Queen. Oh boy, does he dig right in to these.

I just received a call from the nurse. She said Al told me that he doesn’t want to go. He is feeling too weak. I told her that I would let him rest today, but maybe I will pop in anyways. To see Al turn down food, especially his favorite treat, sort of makes me squirm in my seat.

So I don’t want to go there without him so I will save it maybe for tomorrow. Bad thing though is the weather. We are supposed to get a lot of rain. He moves so slowly I really don’t want him drenched and sick for a Blizzard.

Well I am hopping off of here. I think I will mozy out to see him. Hugs everyone.

Doctor’s Day


Hi neighbors, friends and family. I was picking out some music this morning to post. I realized I have never really let you in on the secret. I have two other WP pages, did you know that? I didn’t think so. I am so sorry for being rude. LOL

 

The first one is called My Music That Calms Me

 

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The other page is called Quotes For Me and You

 

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I didn’t sleep worth a hoot last night. I think it was because I had to get up earlier this morning. My brother Al has a doctor‘s appointment at 10:30, which is not at the crack of dawn. But a lady has to get herself all prettied up.

 

Al and I share the same doctor. I am not sure how old he is. I believe he may be around my age. He has the best sense of humor. I appreciate this quality when it comes time for an appointment with Al.

 

This morning he will receive a physical and the doctor has to also fill out a diagnosis form. This will be an important step to the moving him out of the facility process. Yesterday when I was having lunch with him I told him about why we had to go to the doctor.

 

I explained that we didn’t have a date to when he would be leaving his temporary room but he did good at processing the information. He did so good that every staff that walked by he was smiling and saying I am going home in a couple of days.

 

Immediately I would correct him and remind him I wasn’t sure when this would happen but he would say,”I just want to tell them.”

 

It was pretty foggy when I got up, but now the sun is shining and it is a whole 17 degrees. Today’s high is to reach 38 and even better tomorrow. I think I will pick up Al tomorrow since it will be nice and take him to Dairy Queen since it is buy one blizzard get another for 99 cents. Those are pretty good deals to us.

 

Just out of curiosity do any of you watch American Idol? Did you see it last night? I was happy with the contestants that made the top ten but I was so disappointed in the way Mariah Care

 

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y looked.

 

Her dress had a nude netting covering the breast area but I am not sure as to why. The dress was so revealing that her big knockers were all I really noticed. I am not stating that I love looking at big boobs, lol, but gosh it was hard not to stare when she was talking when the centers were the only parts covered. Maybe I am just getting to darn old for fashion statements.

 

When I was a kid in elementary I was sent to school in most often white cotton blouses. It must have been the rage back then or knowing my dad, he considered them to be long-wearing sturdy clothing.

 

Of both my parents it was always Dad who checked out my school attire. He would make me hold both arms straight out in front of me. Then he would check the back of the shirt to see if it was pulling. If it wasn’t I was good to go.

 

Dad had a keen eye for my skirts too. Sometimes he would get the yard stick and he would measure the length of the skirt to the knee cap. If it wasn’t to his liking I would have to go change. Now that I look back on it, he was protecting me from what,,,,,,I don’t know for sure. Maybe naughty boys eyes or maybe he just liked being proud of me. What ever the reason I survived. What Dad never knew is when I was in Junior High, I rode the school bus. When I boarded the bus I would roll my skirt waist so that my length fit in with all the other girls. I had to get by with some stuff when I was growing up!

 

Well, better go fix my breakfast, I don’t have much time before I see Al.

 

Versatile Blogger Award


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Vikki has nominated me for this award. I have been awarded this a few times so I won’t bore you with the routine questions and answers part.

I do although want to give credit to Vikki and say a big thank-you Vikki!!!

You are supposed to follow the rules by telling 7 things about yourself. Paying credit to the who who nominated you. Link back to their post. Also add nominations for this.

So I will nominate now.. I have been told that I nominate some friends for this or that reward more than once. I am sorry but when I think you are terrific, I have to show it!

Wise Little Nuggets
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Rob Barkman
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Melanie Winrow
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Alastair
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Daily Prompt ; Proud / The Daily Post


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When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?

I had to think on this but soon came to two answers for the question.

The one person in my life who has always said she is proud of me for anything that I do or represent is my best girlfriend. She and I have been friends for over 30 years. We have lived very close to each other but for several years we live about two hours apart.

We try hard to see each other a couple of times a year. We mainly keep in touch by phone calls. I call her when I am feeling down or frustrated. I call her when I need to hear a comforting voice.

I probably call her more than she calls me. I think she is stronger emotionally than I am. It doesn’t matter how long we go without talking, we pick-up like we just talked earlier that day.

No matter what is going on in my life she has always been my rock. Even when I have made mistakes she is right there to support me to move forward. I just love her to death.

I don’t remember my parents ever saying they were proud of me but I can remember moments when I knew by a look or action. I don’t remember my kids ever telling me they were or are proud of me. But I believe this has to be a normal thing as I am the mom and they are the kids.

I try very hard to let them know at times how proud I am of them for being a person here on earth. Or I point out to them when they have made difficult decisions.  Each of my kids are excellent for telling me they love me when ever we hang up from a call or have been texting.

When I am lucky enough to see them, usually hugs are something I can count on plus a verbal I love you.

The other people in my life that have said they are proud of me are you my readers and followers. I have never had anyone in my life cheer me on and root for me as much as you. Those small words sometimes make the difference in whether I cry throughout the day or get up and move around.

Some days I am sure you never realize what a huge difference you made in my one day. You have carried me emotionally through all of Al’s illness. You have hugged me when I think back to my childhood.

Some of you are even rooting me on with finding a companion in my life. Others of you force me to look at myself and see that I am worthy. You let me know that I can do things, that I have the power to make changes. Each of you have taught me not to be a floor mat for anyone.

I would not be where I am today without my cheer block. I hate it that I am the type of soft personality that needs to be showed and told. I think it stems back to years ago when I beat myself up trying to get my parents to notice I was a good kid.

Writing my first book and now on my second book makes me feel strong. Whether it ever makes it to a bookshelf is not the highlight. The lamp will shine on me because I have a book with my name on it as author.

I used to have a friend who entered my life for a short period of time. I believe with all my heart he was here because God used him to give me confidence to start this writing blog. He is gone now but I continue to write.

I give a big hoot hoot hoot to my best friend and to all of you here who read my short stories, my poetry and sometimes my humorous stories. Thank-you to all.

Stolen Moments


Lips

The moon shines bright

Casting shadows on

The two who meet

Under the stars.

Secrets being whispered

Of desires from deep within

Passion coming to surface

As the two touch.

Feeling like it is the first time

Hands roam freely

Lips touch with fire

Eyes have locked.

He cups her face

She leans into him

He raises her soul

The two become one.

Back in their bed

They smile at each other

As they celebrated once more

Another Valentine’s night.

Terry Shepherd

02/10/2013

Daily Prompt; Through the Window/ The Daily Post


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Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.

The big picture is gray. The only colors I see are the house colors and green grass. Many bare trees with fingers stretching, trying to locate their lost leaves. There is another color I can add, black. The tree trunks are very black from the rain we have had the past two days.

When I look closer in distance I see a black squirrel. He is waiting for me to throw him his peanuts. I will be leaving soon so I will do it then. I am sure he will still be close by. My home is the color of the skies, gray. They are a very close match today.

There is a fire pit that sits alone with ashes from last fall. It looks cold with its neutral colors of bricks surrounding it. I can see in my memories people standing around it laughing and talking. These are some of my best memories since I have moved in here.

There is a swing where my brother used to sit. Now it is still and empty. If I listen very close I can hear it calling to me. Soon it will be spring. You will be able to come join me. You can look up at the white puff clouds and swing relaxing the mind.

There is a nice picnic table that holds six to eight people. Now it is wet and shiny from the rain. No one is visiting. There are no foods or drinks with a pretty red table-cloth laying on top of the table.

The world looks baron but soon enough it will be once again filled with laughter and love, drinks and food and the lazy days of summer.