Daily Prompt ; Earworm


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What song is stuck in your head (or on permanent rotation in your CD  or MP3 player) these days? Why does it speak to you?

I have watched this telethon for so  many years, The Jerry Lewis Telethon. I am listening to it right now and the tears are already flowing and the hairs are standing on my arms.

My heart bleeds for the less fortunate just as much for those that I do not know, and for Al, my brother.

I tell people  I am such a big mushy person when it comes to people who are hurting or suffering.

If the good Lord takes my brother from me before I go, this will be playing at his funeral.

Al, my dear brother, the words I Love You can only talk about how I feel through the surface, but it is all I know how to say. When I saw this in September of 2012 Al, I said an extra long prayer for you.

You’ll Never Walk Alone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,as long as I am breathing dear brother

Daily Prompt; Share the Love


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Tell us about another blogger who has influenced your own online journey.

Every comment has influenced my journey here at WP. I won’t go in to the old repeated story of how I came to begin my journey of writing. But I do once again have to say one important statement. Without God I could do nothing, including writing down my thoughts that are sometimes silly to others and don’t make sense.

There have been many people who have Liked, clicked, commented or shared advice. None of you probably understand how I sit here behind the desk and reach out grabbing on to and clinging to your words.

I can’t have it both ways. I can’t be the person who wishes for a different style of living and yet doesn’t force myself to go out in search of anything different.

There is a huge chunk of me that likes who I am today. Yes, I am sort of a loner. A person who in the real world tends to hide behind my feelings. But on here I have no fear stopping me.

You have accepted me through  my lonely times, my sad tears, and sometimes my humor that comes out in my writing. What else could I be doing rather than this? I am not sure. Sometimes I don’t want to know what else is in the world to get into.

I have definitely changed through the year I have been here at WP. I have learned to accept that I am a little different from each of you. I realize it is alright to not be like the Jones’ next door. I have discovered that no matter what I try to do differently, the heart and soul of me is to be a caregiver.

Not just a caregiver for my brother, but a concerned, caring person for others. We all have issues at times. There really is no one that doesn’t feel pain  and sadness at times. Life throws many beach balls in our direction and sometimes they smack us right in the face. Letting us feel loss of friendships, partners, family members and even loss of which direction we are heading.

I am no longer ashamed to admit that I need you and your friendship. I am not afraid to let you know that I look for your comments and that I take them to heart and sometimes in my dreams I dream of you standing beside me in my own journey of life.

Does this mean I am weak? I don’t think so. Is it wrong to admit that we need others in our lives in order to remain strong and solid? No, I think it shows courage and guts to admit that we can not tarry this road of life alone.

To sit here and say one blogger has made a difference in my life would be an outright lie. It is all of you. Each of you bring something different to the table. I am able to fly off as a bird does with his worm in his mouth. I am able to build the nest that I have been working on for so long with Al.

I can now bring stronger comfort to him. I can stand a little taller because of you. I can pick up my phone and dial your number and hear your words of comfort. I have been invited to visit some. I have been called by others to be only told, I am thinking of you………

This means the world to me. So for this prompt, I am going to toss it out the window. I will break the glass into hundreds of slivers. Slivers that sparkle with names of you falling gently around me.

I am blessed. I am truly a lucky gal who has let God open my heart to write and make life long friendships. Thank- you each of my special friends and family of writers.

 

Daily Prompt; First Light/ The Daily Post


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Remember when you wrote down the first thought you had this morning? Great. Now write a post about it.

The very first thought I had when I sat on the edge of the bed was God. I have had some  problem solving to do the past few days. As usual it involved my brother Al and me and my own life.

The first thing I did when I awoke was pray. I asked God,” I still need help God. I need your guidance. You know how lousy I am at making some decisions. I want to be fair to Al and me. I know that I need to move forward, and I also understand where Al is at this moment. I pray dear Lord that you help me”.

I went about my morning. Making that first pot of hot fresh coffee. Using the lady’s room. Brushing my teeth, combing my mop of hair. I waddled out to the kitchen and poured the first cup of coffee. I lifted it close to my nose and inhaled the aroma that would kick-start my day.

I didn’t turn on the television. I always did, but for some reason this week I have left it alone until the mid-day news comes on. I sat down here at the computer and played my game first of all.

You know what? I think I am addicted to it. It is a free Facebook game called Candy Crush Saga. I just love games. I always have. Card games, board games, games where you challenge your mind. Hey, I have to keep my brain exercised at my age, right? I may just end up having the biggest brain in my nineties. Maybe I will go down in the guineas book of records.

I was answering comments here at WP and the phone rang. I looked to see who was calling and it was the call I had been waiting on for two days. A nice friendly chat started the conversation and then BINGO, God answered my prayer.

I was lucky and blessed. Sometimes I go days, weeks, months and years before I get an answer. We hung up both knowing we have an upcoming meeting next Tuesday. As I rested the phone back in its cradle, I immediately thanked God for answering my prayer.

I had no doubt if it was me or God’s answer. It was Gods. I felt lighter as I walked. I smiled as I went back to my comments. I thanked God one more time for making this chilly snowy day brighter.

Daily Prompt; Comedy of Errors/ The Daily Post


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Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did — fiction encouraged here, too!

I was brought up what some of you may consider old school. Don’t place your elbows on the table.

Cross your heels, pull your dress down, don’t show your business.

Always say thank-you, you are welcome, and May I be excused.

I was taught that children should be seen and not heard

Manners were  strictly enforced in our home. Don’t whine, don’t brag, work out your own problems before coming to us.

We do as we are told and for the most part carry most of these ground in rules with us throughout our lives.

This brings to mind a lady I once came across. Our husbands worked together and this is how I met Miss Queen.

We frequented their home often. The men would go to their corners, and us women remained in ours.

Each time I was blessed with her opening her mouth it was to brag. Bill and I couldn’t really afford this big new television but we just had to have it. You know,,,,,,the Ramsey’s down the road got one just like it. They have had it about three months now. We just couldn’t let them be the only one on the block to have something new.

Oh brother, I would think. This is exactly what my parents told me not to do. Wow, what a big mouth. But deep inside in my hidden thoughts the green-eyed monster would poke his beady eyes out, letting me know I sort of wished I had one too.

Dave and I had a nice television. It wasn’t brand new. We picked it up at a local estate auction. It was in our budget and it entertained us on boring evenings.

Another time we stopped at Miss Queen’s house I heard, ” Come look at our new kitchen. We sold our stove and refrigerator and got these. Aren’t they just marvelous? All silver and they look so modern. Just like a chef’s professional kitchen”.

I smiled and told her they were lovely. Although in my mind I was thinking what is this woman trying to prove? Our own appliances are white. Nothing special but they do the job. I can whip up some fantastic meals in my kitchen, and they were on sale to boot.

It never ended. To tell you the truth, I got sick of going over there and listening to the queens mouth. I tried to tune her out, reading her lips only and smiling mechanically. As soon as the guys were done playing with their grown-up toys I was always ready to leave. Besides I hated that green-eyed monster. I had no reason at all to feel this way.

Dave and I picked out our home together. We had made a budget and the two of us tried very hard to stick to it and to stock pile a savings account. Mom always said you two best put money back for a rainy day.

We had decorated the house for our taste. We got along fine and hardly ever argued. Dave had a secure job but we knew we could not throw money a way. After all we did not have a tree that grew money on it.

The last time we went to Miss Queens house I noticed her sitting on her beautiful couch. The men were in the other room talking quietly instead of in the garage playing.

I went to the queen and sat down beside her. I rested my hand on her shoulder and asked, “What’s wrong Joan? What happened? Why the tears?”

“Oh I don’t know if I can even force myself to say the words aloud. We received terrible news yesterday from my Bill’s  work. He has been laid off?” she wailed. Sobbing so  hard it was shaking her couch.

“That is awful Joan. What are you two going to do?”

” I don’t know, I just don’t know. What made it worse is when I went into the bathroom to start my bath this morning, some pipe behind the wall must have broken after Bill finished his shower last night. There was water standing on the floor. I had to actually get on my hands and knees and using my good towels clean it up.

I am just so worried. Everything we have in this house is on credit. Do you and Dave buy on credit?” I nodded no and continued to listen to her.

“How are we going to pay those credit cards without him working? I just don’t know what to do. I can’t figure out how this happened. We had it all figured out.”

” I am sure things will work out Joan. It is just going to take you and your husband to sit down and figure what is most important” I said.

“It’s all important. How can you ask me that? Everything I have is important.”

I stood up and found my husband and told him I had a headache starting. I really would like to go home if it was possible. He said goodbye to Queen’s husband and we left.

As we were driving home my thoughts went to, wow, when it rains it pours.

 

Daily Prompt; Buffalo Nickel / The Daily Post


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Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?

1980 penny; this is what I first found. What a great year, yeah right. Swimming in sweat. Overloaded belly. Vomiting every night for the first four months. Yes, I was the oddball of the pack. Instead of reaching for the saltine crackers  before rising out of bed. I was on delay switch until evening. That is when my night sickness arrived. It was timely and on schedule every night. I swear you could set your watch to it.

This was a child that was conceived by error. Not my error, the little flexible thing called an IUD. The doctors raved about it back in the day. Oh this is a wonderful gadget. You will never have to worry about taking a pill daily. You will never know it is there.

Really? I don’t think so. Each month before the big moment happened I knew I had the foreign object inside of me. Terrible cramps appeared out of nowhere. My clothes suddenly became an issue with cleanliness. I began to hide safely  in my four walls waiting for the coast to clear.

One night I had the worst cramps ever. I thought I was going to die. My husband looked at me like I was nuts when he walked in the room and saw me doubled over like a beach ball. After his sudden shock wore off he rushed me to the ER.

This is where the big moment had happened. I wasn’t even aware that visitors had come un-announced. They just decided to have a party all on their own and the after effects of their play time produced a life within me.

The doctor quickly removed that little critter claiming it could result in a loss of life. This was the culprit of the bad cramps and the terrible pain on this eve. It was removed and then I saw my husband looking at me.

He had the biggest shit eating grin plastered from ear to ear. He had heard. Yep, the doc wasted no time in letting him in on the news of we were expecting. While he was thrilled I was not quite as happy.

Not that I didn’t want the stork to stop by our house, but because back then to have a baby after a certain age was not nearly as safe. I fretted and I worried. The bright glow that most women carry was hiding for me.

Except for the fact of being a worry wart, the nine months went well after we got past the night sickness. You know everyone says that we go through mountains and valleys. I had been on the up and suddenly I was headed down to the bottom.

Sugars were rising. They were spilling into my system and reaching the un born child. All of a sudden time was of the essence. The doctor set a date that I would have this child. He even added that if I didn’t deliver the cute bundle he and possibly I would die.

I went into the hospital at the scheduled date big as a barrel. The doctor tried to break my water but it was a stubborn process. With much effort he produced a positive effect and then told me I had five hours to show what I could do.

Time ticked by slowly as pain increased. I was told this was called false labor as the dilating segment was not happening. I went through hard labor, that was said to be non-productive  labor for four and one half hours.

The doctor came in and shook his head. I felt so guilty. Like I was disobeying a parent. I heard his words through my screams that they needed to schedule a C-section. Oh no I thought. I have heard about those. They cut you from top to bottom. Push harder Terry, don’t let them get the knife.

I concentrated on that spot on the ceiling and worked like hell to make this all come out in the end. Time still ticked and nothing. I heard the doctor yell at the nurse,” Let’s get her into the operating room stat. The sugars are spilling heavily. We are going to lose them.”

The senior nurse went to the end of my bed and started to un lock the wheels when out of no where she yelled,”Doctor come quick!” He went to her side immediately and looked in the direction she was and wouldn’t you know it? The baby was as scared of the knife as I was.

There was the darkest head of hair ever.  The doctor worked in triple time and within a few moments our son was born. I had two minutes to spare. I , we, all of us had made this come together like a good ball game, Home Run!

Daily Prompt ; Undo / The Daily Post


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If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Discuss why, potential repercussions, or a possible alternative.

I can think of a few things I wish didn’t exist. Should I name them all? Should I name my top thoughts? I better stick to simple.

Eyes that could see no difference. Wouldn’t it be great if we saw each of us through only our heart and souls? If our eyes could not see that we each weight differently. That we could ignore the label on the clothes, or the longer eye lashes? How about the neighborhoods we live in. What if we could be blinded to everything and only see lips move and hear  what is being said.

Take this one category and sub-divide it. Bullying. I just hate the word bullying. I hate what it represents. Adults have a way of being sneaky. We have grown and learned how to hit certain buttons to upset others. We have learned to pick out the red button that we know will devastate another soul if we just click on it.

Children on the other hand are born innocent. Even in elementary years, innocence is still high on the top ten list. I am not going to dive on the jumping board and go behind the scenes and say what make children do what they do. I am going to stick to the surface, skim the pool.

I can remember back when I was young I developed earlier than the other girls in my class. I was wearing a bra months before other little girls. Lord only knows why, I am not blessed today. LOL

Boys and girls picked on me all the time. I was also heavier than some of the other little kids. Not obese but it was obvious to the naked eye. I got called fatty and heard the old saying fatty fatty two by four can’t get through the kitchen door. I heard that so often that If I had collected a dollar for every time, I would not have to be looking for a part-time job today.

Today manners are at the lower level and this allows wicked tongues to speak hurtful words. In the past five or so years it has walked on one more stepping stone. Now not only is there pain in words, there is physical pain.

If my parents ever witnessed or heard of me hurting someone physically I could guarantee I would not be able to sit down comfortably the next day. I am in awe each time I hear of children and teens beating  up on others. Prepared with weapons of knuckle busters and bats floors me. The weakest ones will draw strength through sharing their thoughts with other weak students, thus forming a rotten cheering block.

The main instigator feels power. Power in the mouth and hands. For the prize of acknowledgement and acceptance great strides are taken to end up the winners. Are they winners? Of course not, but they don’t see it that way.

This in turn leads me back full circle to my beginning statement. What started this? What happened before the first word was spoken? What pain is that child carrying to make him lash out.

I refuse to believe that there are many children who get off or love to hurt others just for the fun of it. There may be a small amount, and if there is, we need to work harder to see if there is a medical reason hiding behind them.

Well I will get off of this topic. Other wise you will still be reading about this at bedtime. Our children are our futures. It takes one minute to conceive a baby. It takes a life time to raise and nurture them. Many pebbles are tossed in our path as we lead them from infant to adult. As parents we can only do what we know best how to do.

Lord be with the adults who don’t want the child, but refuse to let any other caring human raise them. Lord be with the children that are homeless. I pray for young minds to never be starved for knowledge. Lord I  pray that you wrap your arms around those who are hurting. Bring comfort to them. Lord help us adults to not look the other way. I pray that you help guide our thoughts throughout each day. Let us be a blessing instead of a thorn. Help us Lord, for our world is like it has never been before. Amen

Daily Prompt; Far From Normal


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Many of us think of our lives as boringly normal, while others live the high life. Take a step back, and take a look at your life as an outsider might. Now, tell us at least six unique, exciting, or just plain odd things about yourself.

Oh my gosh! This is so funny to me> the boring one. The chosen one for the boring category. They want me to tell all of you at LEAST six unique, exciting or just plain odd things about myself. Wow! Can I do it? Can I make myself sound like someone you would just love to have as a friend?

Let me think as I go along here.

Six things, unique or odd about me.

1. Well I can tell one thing about me right off the bat that is odd. I huddle under my blankets and heavy comforter and sleep with my fan on high-speed. Yep, even in the winter!

2. Maybe one thing about me is that I am a soul searcher. Not a gold finder. Not a loan shark, but a soul searcher in other people. I try real hard to find at least one good quality about each person I meet. After all God made you in his image. The least I can do is find something good too. Even my half-sister as well as we get along like dogs and cats, I still believe buried deep inside of her is a lonely woman who has never gotten over her husband’s death. I try to keep this in mind as I see her daggers coming towards me.

3. I love quietness. I think this is sort of an old-age thing but no matter what I will take it. Quietness for me does not necessarily mean no noise. It may mean only hearing my keyboard tap a way as I talk to you. It may mean that the noise I hear in the background is the Escape channel on Sirrus.

4. I love order, oh yes, order in my house and life. I hate surprises unless it is my birthday! LOL. It takes me a while to adopt to change. I know when my bills are coming due. I know pretty much what I am eating the entire day when I get up in the mornings. I like my house to be clean and unmessy.

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5. I absolutely love to walk but not alone. I still have not returned to my classes because of a lingering cough but am looking forward to the walking track and the pool. Come on cough, disappear!

6. The last thing about me is a love-hate relationship with men. I don’t see myself ever getting married now that I will be a year older in April, but I would love a companion to date. I hate being alone and yet I love it. Does this make any sense at all to you? Is it odd or what? It is what it is as my friends say so I just learn to accept that I am an odd creature.

 

Daily Prompt ; Cupid’s Arrow / The Daily Post


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It’s Valentine’s Day, so write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry

O love of my life

Who is my wife

I love you so

And this you know

The day we met

I had to beget

I fell in love

And gave thanks above

You looked at me

And then became we

Then we married

Single life buried

Children came

And then we named

Three together

For ever and ever

I have ner regrets

Of our lives as yet

I love you so

And will never let you go

Thank-you my wife

For coming in my life.

Happy Valentine’s Day My Love

Terry Shepherd

02/14/2013

Daily Prompt; Whoa! / The Daily Post


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What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?

I have heard more than once that my posts are inspirations to some of my readers. This warms my heart that I can do this from my soul to your heart. I am not usually a comedian in my writing. I am mostly a writer of actual life. I feel like I can slip my soul into another human and understand a little of what they are feeling, but things were not always like this. I am not a mind reader or a psychic. I just believe I have the ability to feel with compassion from my own lessons in life.

One particular lesson is what  I want to talk about this morning. I was brought up in church. I did the common things that other kids do. I accepted Christ. I went to church camps. My parents made sure my friends were church going families. Then I grew up and drifted in and out of church as a drifter rides the prairies.

I am not proud to say that I have been married twice and divorced twice, but it is what it is. The first marriage broke my trust in men especially and the second marriage pushed my limits on who I was in the world.

My second marriage was a long haul of misery and disappointment. Emotional and some physical abuse. I played tag with God constantly. I would pray when things were so bad that even tears would not relieve my pain. The next day I would toughen up and believe that I could fix everything by myself.

I had started at the top of the hill with a home and a family and ended up in the banks under the bridge. I had let this second marriage destroy all of the  confidence I had in life. I allowed this second husband to help me believe that I was a worthless wadded up piece of paper tossed along the side of the highway.

The only thing I did that was repetitive was to play the tag game with God. Each day I walked into the mornings believing this was the day the changes would occur. I had figured out the problems and I was going to fix it. But you know what? I couldn’t do it.

By the time I finally had the guts to leave the marriage it wasn’t me making the decisions. It was my three children and although I didn’t realize it, God had a helping hand in this also. When I moved out I took all of my belongings. I had no furniture unless you want to place my little shelf stereo in this category. I had no food but I had the cookware. I had no car but took the so-called car that my husband had said he bought for me but he later argued the point.

I moved into a box size apartment and from that moment on everything fell into place. I was able to purchase food and take a shower. I had a couch and a bed and even a kitchen table. I acquired a job that paid my rent and utilities. Then there was the beat up old car that didn’t fit in my tiny drive way and didn’t run very often.

I still needed help. I needed something dependable to help me keep my new job. This all happened when the PT Cruisers came out on the market. Every time I saw one I would stare at it until it was out of sight.

I knew I could not have one. I had no credit. I had no real money yet. I had recognized by now through my foggy eyes that God was truly my father and he had helped me to escape this marriage and put me where I was.

I started watching Joyce Meyers on television. I loved her and still do. I ordered her books even though I didn’t have the extra funds. I read and read and started reading my bible again. Every word she said sunk into my soul. I started believing in God again with full force. I started to believe in myself again.

One day I got on my knees and I prayed with an open heart and mind. I poured out my thanks to God. I poured out my sins to him and I asked for his forgiveness. At the end of the prayer I explained to God how I felt I needed a different car. Not a new car, just a dependable car.

The selfish part of my human mind added a little joke in their with some laughter. I told him that if I could have the car of my dream it would be a silver PT Cruiser. I ended my prayer and felt better than I had in days. I felt so close to God. I trusted him.

It was one of my days off from work and the weather was crappy. Christmas had just ended and in a couple of days it was going to be New Year‘s Eve. I felt restless in my little box. I needed fresh air. I needed to see life. I got in my old car and prayed it would start and it did.

I was driving through town and out of no where a thought came into my mind. I was just getting ready to pass this big car lot. The thought came so fast that I almost missed my turn for pulling in.

The long story made short is after a few hours I walked out of the salesman office with a silver PT Cruiser. The keys were in my hands. The payments were in my range. There has never been a day since then that I have turned my back on God.

I won’t lie. With the illness my brother suffers from there have been times I have questioned God. Not that there is a God but why wasn’t he making things better. But I refuse to ever believe there is no God. This is not because I got the car of my dreams. It is because he took a broken soul from under the bridge and lifted her up into his hands. He guided me, strengthened me and led me to a point I knew I was worthy once again. I will always be in his debt. I can never do anything to thank him enough for bringing me back to him.

This was a surreal experience for me. One that has changed my life forever. This is one of many experiences that allows me to write short stories and poetry that to some can be an inspiration.

Daily Prompt; Karma Chameleon/ The Daily Post


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Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

I do not believe in reincarnation. My belief is that God created us and God takes us back to dust. We go to heaven or we go to hell according to how we lived our lives.

If I was going to possibly return after my death, I would love to come back as a butterfly. I would be light with no weight problems. I would be beautiful and admired but never jealous of. I would add smiles to people’s lives. As most people who observe a butterfly do so with hope of a new Spring, sunshine and faith for the future.

I would be delicate with no over-bearing attitude. I would never be guilty of hurting others with painful words. If I would find myself blending in too well  where I was I could easily fly into a new area.

I would be among other beautiful butterflies. We would all be equal with no one believing they were more beautiful or ranking higher than another. What a beautiful world I would live in.

Now I am forced to think daily on decisions that I make, which words I choose to say, and I can decide how I want my inner and outer body to look. I can almost make too many decisions but have to suffer the consequences of some  my choices. It is a hard road to follow but the grand prize in the end for me is heaven. To walk among my Lord is well worth the efforts that I make each day.