I read this on my Facebook tonight. I swallowed hard as I looked at those razor, sharp teeth. I can’t imagine me coming face to face with it. I would probably freeze and maybe pee and crap my pants.
There is a story line along with the photo. There were many, many comments. Some say it is a Boa, others say a Python. What do you think? Is this real or fake? Can this really be?
This is your time to shine. To make a comment on the topic below. I had a question asked to me today by a lady who blogs on another site. Her question was this.
If I want to be able to speak and voice my thoughts on any topic in the world what would you suggest it to be?
My answer was, religion. I say this because there have been places I have been to and people I have been around that I tend to clam-up about my views. Various reasons come into it such as fear of ridicule, being set apart.
It is another thing to write or say things online. My reason for saying this is because strangers read what you write. It is very hard to keep what you do online private; no matter which buttons you click on.
I have heard stories about how politicians read postings on Facebook. I know of one time a police was in a chatroom and busted a minor for sexual content. (This was years ago). Point being we just don’t know who is reading what anymore; so my question is:
Are you willing to state how you feel about religion or politics to anyone anywhere? Would you be willing to be stoned as Jesus was? Or do you pick and choose the topic and where you are?
Please place your comment below.
Time, once again, to give me your opinion on the short topic below.
Susie and Norman lived in an average house. They had average incomes and the normal two kids, one boy, one girl. The parents had always let the kids make decisions for themselves if they could.
The son had longer hair than what the parents believed reasonable; but, hey, he wasn’t hurting anyone and would out grow it. Jeans would show the butt-crack and they did have to remind him to pull them up.
The daughter had lots of friends. She wore what most teens her age wore. Then a day came when a friend of hers and she got into a big fight. From that day on, it was never resolved.
She didn’t feel the same about herself and became aloof. She started dating a guy that her parents thought looked way out there. They didn’t approve. Too long of hair, nose rings, earrings, holy jeans and a motorcycle.
For the first time the parents became concerned about where their daughter was headed. What should they do?
Alright, time for you to tell me your thoughts on this. Answer below in the Reply section. Thanks
This is the third post I have written thus far for Home Skillet. The way it goes is I give an example in a story and you give me your advice. Sounds pretty fair, don’t you think? Last week it went over quite well, so I am hoping it does again.
STORY
Betty and Sue had been good friends from clear back in high school. Now they had children who were grown and some grandchildren to enjoy. Betty’s husband cheated on her so she is living a divorced life today.
Sue’s husband was a good man, but he passed away. Both ladies still remain good friends today. They go to functions and dinner parties and text each other quite a bit.
Sue thought it strange one evening when she was to meet Betty at the club; but Betty never showed up. Phone calls and text made, but no response. Sue went ahead and enjoyed her evening, thinking Betty must not be feeling well.
A couple of days later, Betty called and asked to meet Sue in the park. When they both got out of their cars, Sue gasped out loud yelling, ” What in the world happened to you girl? Who did that to you?”
” Oh this, well, actually, I was trying to carry groceries in the door and I sort of tripped over one of the bags and the door came back and hit me right in the face.”
” Oh my gosh, that must have hurt like crazy.”
” It hurt more than you can imagine.”
The two sat on the bench and Sue talked but Betty barely said a word. Sue nudged her and leaned her head on Betty’s shoulder. Quietly, she asked, ” What’s really wrong? I know somethings wrong.”
Betty started to weep, trying to turn her face away. Sue gently tugged at Betty’s chin forcing her to look at her. Silence filled the air they breathed. Time ticked by too slowly.
” I was robbed last night. Someone broke into my back door. They took all of my cash and that must be about the time I woke up. I sat up on the bed and he saw me. He came in and hit me in the face and then he raped me. Please, please don’t tell a living soul. I just couldn’t face it if anyone knew. I feel so ashamed.”
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
TWO BEST FRIENDS, A BIG SECRET, A CRIME COMMITTED. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Today marks the third posting on my new advice column. What you need to do is read the problem and then offer your thoughts.
Mary and Jeff had three children. Their ages were 7,9 and 12. Both parents thought they had a hassle-free family. They were all loved in the community. They attended church regularly on Sunday mornings. The kids got good grades in school.
In fact, Jeff was a school teacher at the two younger kids school. He thought this was so cool that his kids waved to him in the hall and asked dad if he could go on school trips with them.
Mary was home one evening and was doing laundry. She was sorting clothes into different piles and checking pockets for anything that shouldn’t be washed. When she came to the 12 year old’s pockets, she pulled out a beaten up pack of cigarettes.
Her mouth gaped. Totally astounded, she put them in her pants pocket, and after starting a load of clothes she took the pack and showed it to Jeff. He didn’t know what to think. He said nothing for a moment.
Then out of his mouth the words came. ” I don’t think we should make a big deal of this Mary. What would people think if they knew one of our kids was smoking? Let’s just keep quiet and watch and see if we notice any more cigarettes.”
Mary said, ” Absolutely not. We need to nip this in the bud right now. We need to teach our children that smoking is bad for their health. Let’s call our 12 year-old in here right now and get to the bottom of it.”
Friends, what do you think?
Ever since Al passed I have seemed or felt at a loss. Ever feel like that? I see that I am improving on my hurting heart area, but still, there is a sense of I don’t know where I belong. People look at me strange when I say this, but it’s true.
So for the first time tonight I am trying something new. I am adding it to what I already do on WP. You know if you follow me that I have a Quotes, Music for the Soul, and my main here. I will add this only if I see that it goes over well. Don’t worry; I won’t make any decisions until after the new year. I will keep tabs on the likes and comments and then make that decision. Also, if you have any topic that you would like to see me post, comment to me please.
I am going to call this new idea;
Ask Home Skillet
It is a name given to me as of late. It sort of makes me wonder what it really means. It kind of grows on me, so let’s welcome Home Skillet to WordPress. This is how it will work. I will give a short story. It may be true or possibly made up. There will be a question directed to you and you will be responsible for answering it to the best of your ability. Whether the story or example is true or false, you give the answer according to your heart.
I will make a positive effort to do this twice a week on Mondays and Fridays, and it will always be titled Home Skillet. Everyone understand? Alrighty then, let’s get started with our first story.
Dear Home Skillet
I am the oldest of three kids. I am almost 14 years old. My mom puts a lot of stuff on me to do at home, while my brother and sister lay around and watch TV. I don’t think that is fair. I have tried talking to mom about sharing the load, but she just pats me on the head and says she knows she can count on me. Home Skillet, what do you think of her answer?
Signed,
Frustrated
Alright friends and followers, it is your time to comment on this scene.
Who I am 