Just Call Me Gabby

English: Ad for I Love Lucy baby doll. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, I have all my yard stuff, crap, things, hehe, all priced. Wow, that is a tedious job. My living room looks like a child’s bedroom. Stuff all over the floor.

I found more of Al‘s short-sleeved and tank-top shirts and a few more pair of shorts. I put all those a way in his chest of drawers.

I test drove his wheelchair. I wanted to see if it would fit through the bathroom door, and thank-you Lord, it fit. I can fit it right up to the potty.

I made this fabulous meatloaf recipe for supper. I found the recipe on Facebook. It is so super easy, a child could make it. Want to know how to make it? Sure you do.

One pound of ground chuck

One egg

One cup of water

One package of Stove Top Dressing.

Mix and put in loaf or small square pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes.

For me, I added some crumbled real bacon pieces I cooked up extra this  morning. I also added a small can of mushrooms.

Oh my gosh, this was so perfect. The entire time it was baking I could smell it throughout the house. My mouth was watering. When it was done I noticed it held together perfectly. The taste, well let’s just say my taste buds were throwing a party.

I swept all of my floors. I hope that the man tomorrow coming to see me will recognize that I am having a yard sale the next day and take pity on my messy floor. Hey, I left plenty of room for him to walk through. Who knows, maybe he will see something that catches his eye and he will just have to have it. LOL

I have had my shower, dishes are done. I played my favorite game on Facebook, Candy Crush Sega. Do you play it? I am so addicted to it; it is pathetic.

Well I am ready to close my evening. I will sit in my comfy chair here at the computer and play until I tire of it and then  head to bed.

This meeting tomorrow is going to be two  hours long. It is the only thing I can not prepare for. What do you think he is going to ask me about? My life is so simple, hopefully I will pull all the right answers out of the rabbit hat.

I would just utterly die if I was the one who kept Al from coming home.

One more week I think for American Idol. I usually watch it each winter. I like both girls that are remaining. Now it is over for the evening and You Think You Can Dance has started for its season. I usually don’t watch competition shows. My TV consist of Golden Girls, I Love Lucy, Young n the Restless, Antique Roadshow, News and the rest I don’t mess with.

I have the TV on most of the time but just for the noise. Ok, well I am done chatting. If I say anything else, I will bore you. So have a good night all. Big hugs

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Daily Prompt; Hi Mom

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Today is Mother’s Day in the United States. Wherever in the world you are, write your mother a letter.

Photographers, share a photo that says mothering.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Mom,

I have seen many posts on Facebook of children wishing their Mom’s a great Mother’s Day. I have read several posts here at WordPress of professing love for our mothers. I am even guilty of writing about you too a little early.

Mom, growing up isn’t easy. Us kids are self-centered by nature. We see ourselves as the center of attention. We are demanding as little ones. When we want food or drink or we have a boo-boo, we let you know that we want and need your attention immediately.

We played in the mud making our clothes dirty. We tracked mud across your freshly mopped floors. We even picked you the yellow dandelions out of the yard, and everything we did wrong was erased and placed with smiles as you picked us up and hugged us thanking us for your beautiful yellow-staining flower.

You were the one who came running when you heard that high-pitched scream. You swooped us up in your arms and rushed us inside to clean our knees when we scraped them riding our bikes.

You were the only Mom who had to go to parent teacher conference and discover that your daughter had left her under slip hanging in the coat closet the entire grading period. Knowing how easily you are embarrassed, I can only imagine how you felt at that moment.

Mom, I want to thank-you for standing up for me when Dad accused or yelled at me. I didn’t realize that by doing this you took the risk of having a new argument later behind closed bedroom doors.

You worked very hard through the years you were raising me. I want to ask for your forgiveness for all the times that you tried over and over to call me at home. Only to find the phone was ringing that familiar busy signal. You were so upset with me when you arrived home, and the one thing I did was lie to you. Stating something must be wrong with that darn phone. But you and me, we both knew inside our hearts that I was fibbing, but you didn’t say it out loud.

I want to thank-you for taking your valuable time to pick me up from the library after you had worked a long day. Or taking me into meet my friends at the movies when I now realize you would rather have stayed home and relaxed on a Friday night.

I want to thank-you Mom for understanding that I needed to make my own mistakes in my teen years. I did do some biggies and you never said I told you so. I want to ask again for forgiveness for the many tears I brought to your eyes. I knew it Mom, when you came out from your bedroom with your Bible in your hands, I had disappointed you again and you were praying for me to see the light.

I want to thank-you Mom for shedding the tears for me. I was the only one who saw them but I knew they were tears of worry and hope that my life would be alright when you and I discovered at the doctor’s office that I was pregnant.

I want to thank-you for taking care of my first-born the year I was so ill. I know that this was a huge burden for you with all of your other responsibilities. You did it all and never complained or made me feel bad.

I want to apologize to you Mom for all the ways I went about letting you know that you were not my real mother while I was growing up. You didn’t have to do it. I was not your own and yet you remained steady and loving until the day you died.

One last thing Mom, I want to thank-you for letting me speak to you while you lay on your death-bed. I know in my heart that even though you were unconscience you heard every word I spoke.

I always loved you Mom, and you gave me the chance to wipe the slate clean and let me tell you how much I admired you as a Mother, and how much I always loved you. It was as if you were waiting for those words you so desperately needed to hear all those long years. Because as soon as I said them, I took a hold of your pale, lifeless hand, and you then let Jesus lift you into his arms.

I love you Mom. You may not have been my blood Mother, but I know you were the best in the world.

With tears in my eyes,

Your loving daughter,

Terry

For Today

Someone on Facebook just said it was Thursday. What? Are you sure? Where did Monday through Wednesday go?

What did I do in those three days prior today? Maybe for today I am a box or Rice Crispies Cereal. I think I can hear myself snap, crackle, and pop.

All I really remember from these past few days is Al and frustrations. Maybe I was standing beside Michael Buble when he sang A Foggy Day In London

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is time to put the cereal box feelings a way. Today I want to be beautiful rose with gentle petals opening after a morning dew. Walking with grace and confidence, calm and graceful. Strong standing tall.

A rose that I do see

Standing oh so near to me

Never afraid to stand apart

Showing steady a beating heart

For today I will breathe and inhale

This flower’s strength and I shall

Take the day as it comes

And I shall sing and also hum

That the soul of the Rose is inside of me

And the beauty I carry for all to see.

Terry Shepherd

05/09/2013

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What Did I Do Wrong?

I saw on Facebook this morning that this is National Teacher‘s Day. I couldn’t help but go back in time to my third grade teacher.

Oh how I hated that teacher. She seemed to be on my case all year-long. Any time she could pick on poor little me, she did.

She was a short little lady with red hair. She always wore her hair in the same style all year.  I used to wonder if she slept like that, or did she ever wash it. It would be piled way up on her head in curls. It reminded me of an old woman’s hair style, something similar to an old-fashioned beehive.

Along with that red hair was more freckles than I could count on all ten fingers and toes. When I would get called up to the desk, I would stare at her soft, blue Mrs. Clause eyes so I wouldn’t be rude and get caught counting freckles.

I don’t believe I was Teacher’s Pet, although if I twisted my thoughts around, I may have been able to make up a good story about why I was called on so many times. She would tell my Mom at conference time that she moved me several times to get me to shut up.

Evidently it never worked as I heard the same repeat story each meeting teachers and parents met. One day I will never forget is when she must have been having a bad day. Maybe it was PMS or she and her husband had been in an argument the night before. It surely couldn’t have been from a sweet, blonde haired child like me that had made her flip her wig.

I got called up to the desk, a very familiar spot by this time of the year. I don’t remember her words exactly, but I do know thinking on my way up to her desk, I got busted again for talking.

You know, now that I am so much older I have to blame someone for this chatter box I had turned into. Since my Dad made me sit on chairs so often and not speak, I must have discovered my voice box in third grade. I probably was making up for lost voice time.

When I reached that last step and I was standing in front of the blue-eyed, freckled, beehive teacher, she said, What’s it going to take to get you to stop talking Terry? I am sure that I became instantly quiet as I flicked pieces of fuzz or dirt specks off of her desk.

Knowing me, I probably just shrugged my shoulders and said nothing. This teacher who either loved me or was sick of my chatter box did something she had never done the entire school year.

She pulled out a pair of panty hose. She had been so creative by cutting off the one leg. Now she had one long stocking. I think she has stuffed this remaining leg with wads of paper. It made a nice long tail.

She took that darn tail and a safety-pin and made me turn around. She pinned that ugly old thing to the back of my shirt and then she had the audacity to make me wear this all day long.

I can remember the other kids pointing at me and laughing and calling me Tattle Tail the rest of the day. Oh I hated her. I was so embarrassed. No one likes to be chosen as the bad kid or the kid who wouldn’t shut up.

I laugh out loud as I think now to the patience that woman must have had. She could look at me sitting in my chair with those eyes and smile at me, but I could almost see her gritting her teeth because I was the labeled one, the kid who interrupted the class.

When I graduated from high school one day my friends and I were revisiting school years and I brought up the story of my third grade teacher. You know, kids want boundaries. They really do yearn to be guided and disciplined. It is one way the younger generation can count on of being cared about.

I never got it back then, but I will say it over and over that the blue-eyed, red-headed, beehive teacher was my favorite, and I learned the most in her class intellectually. One day my Mom and I were together going somewhere and I pointed out this beautiful plantation style home with the perfectly manicured yard and my Mom told me, That is Mrs. Kehlor’s home, your third grade teacher?

Wow I got a small bit of redness creeping up in my cheeks as I thought back to the days of torment I put her through. Not only was she a great teacher, she had perfect taste in homes too. Years later when I read of her passing, I thought back to the tail I had worn and with tears in my eyes I said to myself, Thank-you Mrs. Kehlor. Thank-you for putting up with me and being the best darn teacher I ever had.

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Blood That Follows

In my family Al and I had very few blood relatives. I know that to some this isn’t very important. To me it was, because I liked knowing that I belonged somewhere.

Al and I had our dad and my dad’s one sister and my dad’s mother.

I had stored a bowl that was left to me by my grandma and I received it this weekend. I also have photos of my family. I thought I would share with you. It also gives you a little bit more insight as to why my brother means so very much to me. He and I are real brother and sister.

This belonged to my grandma’s side of the family. I will treasure it always.

This is Al and me after we started our new life with our dad and stepmom.

This is Al on his graduation day.

This is my dad’s dad.

This is my grandma and my real grandpa.

This is a generation picture. My dad is the baby in the photo.

This is my stepmom and my dad about five years before they passed a way.

These are my kids when they were young.

 

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The Sunshine Award

My friend over at http://creativemysteries.net has nominated me for The Sunshine Award. With this being one of the very first days that there is some warmth and sunshine, this couldn’t have been brought to my attention at a better time.

With the battles that I fight for my brother and the new war on his gigantic bill, I feel like a big ball of sunshine. I am on fire. I am willing to fight until someone tears my shield a way from me.

So thank you so much to my nominee!!

The rules for the Sunshine Award are as follows:

1. Post the Sunshine Award logo.
2. Accept the nomination and link back to the nominator.
3. Answer the questions.
4. Nominate ten other blogs and inform them of the nomination.

The Questions and Answers:

• My favorite color: blue
• My favorite animal: birds
• My favorite number: 21
• My favorite non-alcoholic beverage: peach diet iced tea
• My favorite alcoholic beverage: I don’t drink
• Facebook or Twitter: Facebook and Twitter
• My passions: Writing and people
• Giving or receiving gifts: I love to give and am shy to accept
• Favorite city: Gatlinberg  Tn
• Favorite TV shows: Golden Girls, I love Lucy, People’s Court, American Idol, Antique Roadshow

The Nominees:

Yoshiko
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seeker
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stellarstanton
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Alastair
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April
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Path of Life

A very dear friend of mine has shared this song with me. I love that some of you have come to my Facebook and asked to be a friend of mine. It gives me a chance to reach out and chat with others who may not suffer with PD. We all have problems of some kind. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but there has been a time that you need your friends surrounding you. A shoulder to cry on, someone who will listen to your woes.

I cried like a big baby when I listened to the words to this song. This is something that I try very hard not to be selfish, but darn, it is the most difficult thing I have done in many years. To sit back and not think of what I want.

I am weak and yet I have days where I am stronger than my worst enemy. But there is someone stronger than me. His name is Al. I have the opportunity to sit behind this screen and pour out my heart to you. Who does my brother have? He has his God. When I was cleaning his room the other day I was surprised at the wear and tear that is showing on his Bible. He uses it every day, several times a day.

This book that he goes to for comfort has torn edges and turned back pages. I imagine that if my brother goes before me I will treasure this Bible along with my hidden memories. I will pick it up from the shelf it rest upon and I will  hug it to my bosom. I will cry for missing him and I will cry for  his release from pain.

This song reminds me that each day Al lives he is nearing his wonderful journey home. To even write that sentence I felt the worst stabbing of pain. It branded my heart and sent tears to my eyes without my even realizing.

To lose someone is something we have all experienced. We send flowers, we show our love by going to the funeral home. We send cards and give hugs and words of encouragement.

But when it is all over, we sit in our own corner of life and we are forced to begin the healing process or we die inside. For me I am trying to start the reality of his journey ahead of time.

I have been in denial for a long time. I listen with intense burning at others words. I light candles for hope of a cure. I pledge myself for the cure of PD and I beg others to pledge along with me.

I look back to when my own Daddy was dying. I talked to every non-profit organizations. I walked for Light The Night for Leukemia. Yet God wanted my precious Daddy and he left this earth anyways.

This is the fight that is within me. The fight to never give up until the last breath is taken. This is where my pillar stands tall and the light on my candle shines brightest. I am going to lose this game, I know it deep in my pit. But until that day, that moment, that second arrives I will not give up. I will always have a glimmer of hope.

I will look at the heavens and cry for help. I will continue to come to my friends here at WP for added fuel. To God it is a blink of an eye in time, but for me it has been 57 years so far. If it be thy will Lord please let me have a few more years. But if you want him more than I do, I promise I will step aside and not stop you, but the tears will fall and I will be on bended knees and my heart will hurt.

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Type Terry in the Search Views and please vote for my brother. Help cure PD. You can vote once every hour until the end of this month.

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Please go and light a candle in Al’s name, a group you will find with his name. Please light the candle in Al’s journey.

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Kiss My ___!

I have seen it all

Over Facebook pages

Funny sayings about

Our Mother Nature

But as I sit here

Looking outside

Seeing huge snowflakes

Falling gently down

I have to admit to myself

I too, am sick of winter

It is beautiful this I know

But for heaven’s sake it’s Spring

We should have had this

Back in December

When our Christmas Day

Was green with grass

So now my white stuff listen to me

Get out of here and kiss my ___!

Bring us green once again.

Terry Shepherd

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Picture it and Write, Blind Sight Edition

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Her grace, that face

So kind to human race

The walk, the talk

Puts all in shock

Every person she sees

Is bending at knee

As she passes their way

To only brighten ones day

Words are spoken of her

All true I am sure

The one who was  chosen

From the womb unfrozen

Our Princess our pride

Known deep and wide

If I could just reach out and touch

Her hair I would clutch

The smell of the rose

Would infiltrate the nose

Oh what would be such a life

If she would become my wife

But alas she is taken

My loins will keep achin

But I will always have this

My hand did she kiss

I will always remember

That day in November

When she did look at me

With eyes the color of seas.

Now the time has passed

And this is the last

Time I will see her walk by

And look into my eyes.

Terry Shepherd

03/24/2013

 

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Very Inspiring Blogger Award

 

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Ute nominated me for this  award. One reason I am excited to receive this award today is it isn’t for my regular blog. It is for my blog that holds my quotes I make up and  post.

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This blog and my music blog here at WP have never received an award, so I am very honored.

The many lines that flow in this award remind me of how I love my life to blend on this earth. I like peace and easy going. Quiet times and a movie.

If it isn’t a love and romance or could actually happen in my life time, I don’t watch it. I am a mushy person. I like lots of kisses, and love and compassion in my shows. I love watching movies that have to do with disabled kids and adults. One of my favorite movies on this is Rain Man. Just love it so much!

It is just like today. I took my brother out. Every street was busy with traffic. When we went to eat there were families with kids all over the place. It kept Al entertained watching the kids. It was alright for me. I don’t do as well with little tykes as I used to when I was younger. The noise and constant movement tend to get on my nerves. When I dropped Al back off and was almost to my driveway, my body started to relax because I knew I was pulling into a quiet home. When we get word that Al gets to come back home it still won’t be bad. Just the two of us and he watches TV mostly. I will be busy with him and my writing. But even then, I am in my home safe and sound.

I learned this little tidbit on Facebook yesterday. I even practiced it last night when I went to bed. If your car has the alarm on it for horn sound and lights, lay the key ring on your nightstand. If someone tries to break in push  the buttons. It should scare the intruder off and alert neighbors while you call the police. I thought that was a good idea myself.

Well Ute, thank-you very much for giving an award to me through my quotes page. I feel very touched by this.

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