The photo for this week is; sweet.
The photo for this week is; sweet.
This week, share something that satisfies you.
Toothbrush is the word for today.
How many things do you use your toothbrush for? I have always used them for my teeth. I use old ones to clean around sink faucets, grouts, seams and even spills on my clothes. I always loved getting a new toothbrush from the dentist when I was a kid. Today, when I look in that section in the store, I am amazed at the bright colors and alluring brushes they have for kids. Hey, it’s great! Helps the kids want to develop good habits at a young age, and the toothpaste; some of it sounds yummy, like Bubblegum? I used Crest all my life.
What else can we use toothbrushes for?
They can be used to remove crayon from the walls.
Brush your eyebrows
Clean your fingernails
Clean the soles of your shoes
Remove marks on floors
Apply hair dye
It’s pretty amazing isn’t it. An item that cost as little as one dollar and is so versatile. What would we do without them?
It was a screwed-up family, people used to say. Everyone knew about the house on the end of the block. The big, three-story house with dirty, white paint and black, broken shutters. A black, wrought iron fence ran along the boundary lines.
Inside the home furniture looked as it had been standing for centuries. Tattered and raveled draperies hung at the windows and now showed slight color of once bright red flowers against a beige background. In the middle of the living room there stood a large, cast iron stove and to the side of that, rest a pile of wood. This obviously heated the entire downstairs.
As I glanced around I sensed death. I know that sounds strange, never having actually smelled death, but that was the best way I could describe it. I glanced back at the man of the house and he sat quietly in an over stuffed chair staring at me; puffing on a pipe. The curls of smoke gave a hint of color to the half-white, shaggy hair.
Two children that looked between the ages of 10-13 years old sat quietly next to their mother, who by the way, had a look of fear in her eyes. All three sat looking my way, as if waiting for me to pull out my hatchet and ask them one by one to stand so I could be-head them.
“Hi, my name is Ted Barnes. I work at the local newspaper here in Little Path, Kentucky. I have been assigned to the case here at the historical home. I want to get as much information about the beginning of time and the people who have lived here. I am putting a report together on the three oldest homes in this area. I am now going to start asking some questions. I only hope I will receive some answers.”
“So, tell me Mr. Quaker, how long have your family resided in this home?’ The wife and husband exchanged glances and quietly the wife answered, ” 7 years sir.” I wrote down the information given and went onto my next question.
“What is it that drew you to this part of the country? I was told that you came from up north in a quiet village?’ Once again the two parents looked at each other. The children glanced at their parents and for a moment; no one replied.
“Well, you see Mr. Barnes, work wasn’t steady. I had heard about the coal mines and after discussing it we both decided to make the move. Besides, we have family here, so this area isn’t all that unfamiliar to us.” The wife smiled, as if letting him know, he had given the correct answer.
I couldn’t help but wonder and begin to believe there was something hidden in this house. Perhaps a gloomy past, or a half-truth. I didn’t have any proof, but I pretty much go on gut instincts.
I asked some further questions and then asked if I could see the other rooms. Mom got up and started showing each room. The children followed. Dad sat in his chair waiting impatiently for their guest to leave.
We climbed the winding staircase. It was made of rich mahogany. The shine was gone and there was a direct dullness to the center of each step, as if there had once been carpet lining the beautiful stairs.
They entered each room, which showed bedrooms draped heavily with furniture of another century. The same type of floors as the staircase fed the floor and the drapes were barely hanging on hooks. In the daughter’s room, there was one doll resting on the bed. There was a rocker in the corner and a portable dresser.
In the son’s room, there were bookshelves lined with dusty book covers. Had anyone read one of those books, I wondered. Their was a three-quarter bed, a side-chair sat at the window. There was an airplane hanging from nylon strings from the ceiling. I wanted to go over and look at it, but the son immediately came in front of me and stopped me.
That brought more thought to what is going on here. What is this family hiding? I didn’t let on my concern show, but let Mrs. Quaker lead me through the rest of the rooms. I asked her, “What is in that room?’ as I pointed in the direction of the dark, wooden door.
“That is mine and my husband’s bedroom. No one is allowed in their, no one. That room is private.” “I can respect that mam. I won’t push you on seeing more. Your home has a lot of personality. I imagine you are very proud of what this home stands for.”
“It stands for family Mr. This house holds all our family members in it. That’s why we came here. We have to take care of our family.” Before I could ask any questions popping into my head, she hurried off, guiding the children down the long-winding stairs. I had no choice but to follow, but my mind was still stuck on what she said and what was behind that closet door the boy had kept me from getting too close. Was something or someone hidden in that room?
Disastrous is the one-word prompt for today.
What is disastrous in your dictionary? Is it when the day doesn’t go well, and something interrupts your smooth moves? Perhaps, it is when you failed a test or the dress you spent a month on dieting, still doesn’t fit. Maybe you are flexible and this word only is thought of at a time of death.
For me this word describes the millions of people in our world that suffer for no reason. Why does this happen? There are many reasons I can think of right off the bat.
Didn’t get that break we always wanted and ended up working at Blow Joe’s; but you do love and look forward to going to work every day.
You were a top student but still missed that scholarship because you decided the last semester to lay back and go with the flow. You knew you had it made; but did you?
On the reality side though, let’s consider what does suffering for no reason mean.
Maybe you were born without limbs, or maybe you were born with a bad heart.
Perhaps, you had a good youth but suffered bad memories for fighting in a major war.
Perhaps you inherited a gene that you now have to fight with and for daily.
What if you were playing a sport and got knocked in the head and became blind?
There are all levels of disastrous to me. The biggest ones in my life are knowing people are being cheated from fun and healthy lives by terminal illnesses where there are no cures.
The other disastrous even in my life was; losing my mom, dad, and brother to heaven.
What does disastrous mean to you?
“Think global, act local.” Write a post connecting a global issue to a personal one.
A number of countries and companies have long been worried that the costs of tackling climate change (prevention, mitigation, adaptation, etc) will be prohibitive and would rather deal with the consequences. They often assume (or hope) the consequences will not be as bad as scientists are predicting.
Climate change problems also affect people’s health directly, as well as impacting the environment. For example, fossil fuels used by cars in heavily congested areas lead to additional pollutants harmful to human health. Tackling climate change by limiting fossil fuel use and investing heavily in alternatives has the additional benefit of improving health, and even possibly reducing traffic congestion. This is the view of some major reports recently released.
Eighty percent of the forests that originally covered the earth have been cleared, fragmented, or otherwise degraded.
The world’s forests and oceans are natural regulators of carbon dioxide content in the atmosphere — which is a greenhouse gas. While forests are regarded as sinks, meaning they absord carbon dioxide, it is hard to rely on forests to soak up increasing pollution, while forests are increasingly being cut down!
Water is life and without water there is very little and in most cases no life at all. When you talk about lack of water in developing countries, most times people think about lack of water for domestic purposes besides drinking but the problem is worse in some developing countries. In some poor countries around the world, people walk several miles a day just to get a cup of water to quench their thirst and the saddest part is that, children and those who cannot walk such long distances often suffer and die from severe dehydration.
“While many liberal politicians are trying to pass legislation to prevent further global warming, they are facing harsh criticisms from the conservative media. Many Fox News personalities as well as radio talk show host Rush Limbaugh and several conservative internet blogs have claimed that the recent north east snow storm is proof that global warming is a myth. Global warming is a term that many suggest was made popular by former Vice President Al Gore. In 2006 David Guggenheim directed a film titled “Inconvenient Truth” which was a informative film about Al Gore’s message of man’s responsibility for global warming. Many advocates say that the proper term would be “climate change”.
Global warming suggests that through man made pollution, we are damaging the planet’s ozone layer, increasing the sun’s affect on planet earth. Global warming has many supporters, including thousands of scientists who claim to have proven that the issue is real and should not be ignored. Recent studies have shown that the temperatures of 2009 were among the top warmest temperatures since satellites started keeping records. A similar study also suggested that the previous decade, 2000-2009, was the warmest decade in almost 2000 years. Global warming supporters believe that there are several ways to reduce the threat of climate change. These methods include transitioning our main energy sources from coal and other fossil fuels to cleaner energy sources such as solar power, wind power, hydropower, biomass energy and geothermal energy just to name a few.
Well, what do you think? Do you think cutting down our forests and building for power and money are hurting us on a personal level or is this all due to progression of countries?
Write about anything you’d like, but make sure the post includes this sentence:
“I thought we’d never come back from that one.”
It was snowing. It didn’t usually snow in my area but a rare cold front come storming at us, leaving a lot of us to fend for ourselves. I had a job I had to go to. I worked at the hospital which was twenty minutes away from my house.
I was the head nurse on floor three. People depended on me. I had stressed so much during the night. I didn’t want to drive in this weather; but yet the patients and other staff needed me.
I prayed a lot, asking God to allow me to do what I needed to do with his courage and strength. Morning had come. The snow had not stopped. My neighborhood was so quiet. Not many could get out of their driveways.
The police scanner I had was pretty noisy. I listened to it while making my coffee. Ambulance runs. It seems that mammas had babies during storms with no way to get to the hospital. Elderly were afraid and often had more heart attacks during these stressful times.
I made up my mind I was going to go to work. God would lead the way for me. I finished my coffee and grabbed a granola bar. Getting dressed I kept telling myself it is going to be alright, I am not alone.
Heading out the door with my purse, lunch and keys in hand, I made it through the drifts of snow to my car. The car started a little sluggish but it started. Humming to myself and taking in the beauty of the virgin snow I waited for the motor to warm up.
Feeling safe I headed out the driveway and onto the side road. This road was a beautiful road to travel in perfect conditions. Trees so close to each other it always made me feel like I was on the path to heaven.
Today it was not like that. I saw a few deer. I saw bare branches falling to the ground as the ice coated the delicate life waiting for Spring to arrive to dress them up in vivid, green colors.
A deer ran out in front of me and I swerved to miss hitting it. My car didn’t understand what I was doing and it took a leap towards the edge of the road. It hit a barbed wire fence and bounced back. Turning a 360 it ran head on into a tree trunk. It hit the tree hard enough to jerk my body back and forth once, hitting my head on the steering column.
Dazed, I looked into my visor mirror and saw a trickle of blood running from my forehead. I looked around the car as if someone was in here with me. I didn’t see anyone. I saw the front of the car was crunched.
I tried opening my car door and it opened. I slipped on my gloves and took my car keys and proceeded to get out of the car. Feeling dizzy and almost dropping to the snow, I decided against getting out and sat back down.
I prayed, dear God, I asked you to guide me to work. I am scared, and even though I know thou art with me, I need you to rescue me Lord. Please hear my prayer. Amen.
I sat there in the quiet, warmth slipping away from inside the car. I was afraid to try to start the car for fear of a gas leak somewhere under the hood. I watched the snow falling and took deep breaths keeping myself calm. I knew God would hear my prayer.
I don’t remember when it happened or how long I had been there but the next thing I remembered is waking up in one of ER rooms. A doctor and nurse were standing over me.
“Well Missy, you gave us quite a scare for a minute. Do you know where you are”? I nodded my head. “What happened”?
“Well you were brought in here by a man we have never seen before. As cold as it is outside he walked in here with you in his arms. He was dressed in sandals, and a long tan, colored robe of some sort. His hair was long and he had the deepest, brown eyes. He said nothing and seemed to know the hospital well. He brought you to this bed and laid you down so gentle. We assessed your injuries and then turned to thank the gentleman thank-you; but he was gone”.
Missy laid there thinking about the words the doctor had just said. She thought to herself, I thought we would never come back from that one; but I should have known, God would never leave me alone.
If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Discuss why, potential repercussions, or a possible alternative.
I know you are going to think I am crazy when I write this post, but I am a crazy gal. I like the word, FAMILY. Family to me represents the good up-bringing I had. The sitting down at the table together as a family; holding hands and one of us kids saying grace.
The routine of baths after dinner, homework and if we got finished in time we were allowed to watch TV with mom and dad. Bedtime came at the same moment Monday through Friday, and an hour later on weekends.
We had a routine. We always knew we could depend on our parents. We knew the rules of going to school and what our chores were on the weekends. Family, a strong unit, somewhat broken from technology of cell phones and computers.
Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if there were guidelines as there were when we were bring raised. Perhaps time limits on cell phone use and computer time. Not only do the kids today not go anywhere without their cell phones, most of them have computer technology on the phones.
I can’t begin to count the number of times I have entered a public establishment and notice zero smiles. I don’t see people looking up at me and with a nod of the head acknowledging my presence.
Kids, parents, adults, elderly, almost everyone has updated with the times. What happened though? The term, family, the eating, praying, talking together, the guidelines, chores, what happened to family? Without our even realizing it, we ever so quietly traded good habits into a phrase of it’s all about me.
This is sad, more young girls pregnant, elderly respect has been lost to the seas. Looking out for our neighbors has slipped right past us. Maybe it is the era I was brought up in. So for this prompt, I would undo the technology of cell phones and computers, if even for one day. Stand up and take notice. Drink that coffee with a smile. Go outside and smell those flowers. Wave and say hello to your neighbor, just for one day.