Daily Archives: November 11, 2012
Get Your Rear Up!
Today, I did not do crap. I didn’t clean, I only fixed myself something to eat when I got hungry. I didn’t do much but play with Polly, work on her potty training, and sleep. I visited with my daughter-in-law and grandson for a little while. Wow, Polly does so good with potty training, and then as I say it out loud, she makes a liar out of me.
Last night I gave in and she slept beside me in my bed. She had her pillow and I had mine. She had her blanket, and I had mine. She only whimpered once at three a.m., and I had her potty on a newspaper. She did it immediately, and we both went back to bed and we slept, until 5:30 this morning, and then she woke me up by licking my face. She not only had to go potty, she was ready to play, so Terry, get your rear up, the day has started.
Tomorrow, I am going to go see Al, and even though he made a disapproving face when I told him about the gift of Polly, I am going to take her in so he can meet her. We shall see what he thinks of her. I hope that this is a nice visit, but if not, I have the choice to once again walk out the door.
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FWF Write Friday, Writing Raw With Author Rebecca Tsaros Dickson
Say My Name. Haven’t I heard others say my name for years now? Do I really go around saying my own name? Yes, sometimes I have done this in the past. My name, I said it aloud when I started my first year of school.
Teacher,”Please state your name.” Me,” My name is Teresa, but everyone uses my daddy’s nickname, Terry.” I repeated that process all the way through school, as we were forced to stand up and say our name and something interesting about ourselves.
What was interesting about me? I can remember standing there with my finger in my mouth, twisting back and forth as I could not think of something interesting about myself, finally saying that I loved to play with dolls and ride my bike.
I remember stating my name to the receptionist, when I was applying for my very first driver’s permit. At this point, I said it nice and loud and clear. I was almost an adult, and I was going to become a part of the rat race out on the highways, except for one minor change. My mother was going to be sitting in the front seat on the passenger’s side, screaming, watch that car!!
I remember another proud moment I was able to say my name. When I got married. In front of many guests, and the minister, I said my love vows to my husband-to-be. What a loving moment in my life, to hear myself whisper my name to the minister. Too bad the beautiful moment did not last into the twilight zone!
There was another time, that with much shyness, I barely whispered my name. I heard the words being spoken, please state your full name. I was being looked over and checked inside and out, to see if I qualified for a juror in an upcoming trial. To my delight, I failed their eyes. I did not want to stay over night in a motel, in case the case was not finished by the end of the day. I had a new baby at home, for Pete’s sake! Plus, you could not speak to any other human forms,and had to mumble your words to your own self. I have always been a chatter box, and asking me to be quiet for a 24 hour period was a working miracle not in progress.
Another time I remember standing in front of a judge, was when I was asking his permission to be divorced from the crappy guy I had once loved. What a fool I had been, and I had walked into that relationship, with only half-opened eyes. The judge asked me my name, and I said it proudly, letting him know that I was confident, strong, and that this man had not ruined my emotional well-being.
I heard my name announced from my lips as I was stating that I am truly Terry, and I will be accepting the position of guardianship over my brother, and the last time I said my name was yesterday, when I announced to the nurse at the nursing facility, who I was in relationship to Al.
I guess when you look back, if you are saying your own name aloud, it is for a very important reason. You are either confirming who you are, or introducing yourself, or maybe you just enjoy hearing yourself say your own name! By the way, my name in Spanish means,Teresa is the Spanish and Italian form of the name Theresa. In the English-speaking world, Teresa is often chosen by Roman Catholic parents as a reference to the Spanish saint, Teresa of Avla.
Picture it & Write, Nov 11, 2012
He had spied, and he had been caught. Thrown into a dark man-made hole in the ground, with no windows, no guessing what time it was, only seeing a hint of daylight shining through one crack, left behind by the carpenters who made the entry door into the well.
He had sneaked in too close, trying to capture a story for his boss, and had been seen by one of the guards on the roof. The guard shot at him, letting a dart enter his body full of sleeping potion. When he awoke, he was in the dark hole.
When he got lucky, he was thrown some garbage down the hole and this is how he learned to eat, as there was no escape,and he swore to himself he was not dying here, like this.
Sometimes he was let out of his pen, and his face was covered, so that he could not recognize anyone, and then he was forced to be the main entertainment of the day, being passed around the group of guards, and when they were bored with him, they would take him back to his hole, and before dropping him back into his familiar darkness, they would take off the head covering.
While these terrible scenes played out in his head, back at home, news had traveled that one of their journalist had been captured, and work was being done for his rescue. The tortures continued daily and sometimes more than once a day, when the guards drew restless. The captured now laid in vomit, as he had been tossed one meal, and when he began to chew the unrecognizable food, he felt something stirring in his mouth, and he put his fingers into his mouth, and pulled out some sort of live maggot or worm. He immediately vomited and vowed to never eat again. The food that was rotten in the beginning, could rot even further, before he took another bite.
This did not last long though, as his stomach caved to his back from starvation and growling, and his weakness grew. He learned to adjust by touching and feeling each bite before letting it enter his lips.
One night as the guards had played too much with the prisoner, they were found asleep on the job by two rescuers. The prisoner’s business associates had their own armor and hit the guards in the head, knocking them into temporary sleep, long enough to raise the floor door and pull their buddy out.
The found out too quickly that he was weaker than they suspected, and so they told him who they were and they drug him through tall grasses, escaping all eyes, and once they arrived in open areas, they picked him up by the shoulders and drug him to the helicopter waiting for them, and took him to the hospital where he was examined and given IV’s to help him gain his strength back. He was given blood tests and x-rays, and fortunately all tests came back with no permanent damages, and he did improve within a couple of days.
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