The Old House on the Gravel Road

scaryTwo friends, both 12 years old, hung around together constantly. These two boys were always getting called-out on being too mischievous. They didn’t really get into trouble with the law; but they were constantly testing the waters.

It was a dreary day. In fact, it was January 1, 2014. School was on break and these two, Ryan and Mark were bored. They decided to go out on an adventure. They didn’t know where they were headed. All they knew was that they had to be back by the time their parents got home from work.

They headed down the gravel road. They kicked rocks. They tried to see who could throw the stone the farthest. The boys raced to see who was the fastest. They laughed and didn’t really notice anything about their surroundings.

Ryan and Mark came upon the old house. It was worn down. The story was, an old man went nuts and killed his wife years ago. There hadn’t been anyone interested in the property so it became abandoned. The paint was gone. Windows were broken.

Their parents told them to never go too close, because they could get hurt. Today was different. Having nothing to do led them closer to the front door. They both became quiet as they listened for any unfamiliar noises to shout out at them.

Hearing nothing, Mark turned the door handle. It was broken and the door slowly, squeaked open. Mark and Ryan looked at each other. Both pairs of eyes looking at the others for answers to their question; should they go in.

Mark didn’t go in. He went to the side windows and tried to see the best he could while his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Coming back, and knowing they were safe, they ventured in the front door.

Spider webs greeted them. Dirty, white sheets covered the furniture. Spots of old blood still rested upon a couple of the sheets. Ryan shivered, a little from the unknown. Mark ventured to each piece of furniture, lifting the sheets, trying to imagine what was in the mind of the detectives who had once hung out here.

They then explored the kitchen and the bathroom. Seeing nothing exciting they decided to go up the stairs. The long set of stairs looked warped and uneven. Their first step set off a loud creak. Both boys stopped in their tracks as if waiting to see if maybe someone had heard them.

Seeing no one they continued to climb the squeaky stairs. One stair caved a little and Ryan jumped quick to the next stair afraid he was going to fall through. Once to the top they saw four closed doors.

Opening each one they saw a bed and two dressers. One had a big oval mirror on it and the words murderer were carved in the dust. They left that room and walked into each of the others. They all looked pretty much the same; except this room was bigger and it had a fireplace in it.

They took the dusty sheet off the bed and laid down on it. It was pretty soft which led them to both use the bed as a spring-board. Laughing and tumbling they spent several minutes on the bed.

When they tired of this they sat down and they each pulled out wrapped sandwiches they had made earlier. Ryan had a bottle of pop that the two shared.

Afterwards they both went back down the creepy stairs and they saw a door that was nailed shut going off from the kitchen. They had to investigate this. They worked and worked and finally broke the board.

There were no lights but they could see it led to a basement. The stairs here were cement and both boys headed down. More spider webs attacked them and they were busily wiping them out of their faces.

When they got to the bottom they saw old pieces of chairs and broken picture frames. They saw things crawling on the floor as if to escape being stepped on. There were three basement half-sized windows that provided a bit of light.

One looked like it had held an old coal furnace. There were several black pieces of rock still laying in a pile. The other two rooms looked like they were used for storage. There was one small door that led off of the coal room.

Ryan tried the door handle and it too, was broken but opened with ease. He walked inside but there was no window so he could see nothing. Mark waited on the outside for Ryan to say it was clear to enter.

After a few minutes ticked by and Ryan saying nothing, Mark called out to his friend. ” Hey, Ryan, you ok? What you see in there?” There was no response. ” Come on, quit trying to scare me. You know I don’t scare easy”, he said with just a tiny quiver in his voice.

Still no reply. Mark’s legs became cement. He knew something was wrong. He realized he should go in to check on his best friend; but his legs wouldn’t move. He began cursing himself. He called himself a chicken for standing there and he argued with himself about going further in.

He finally won, and his feet began to move. He walked in the dark room but didn’t see anything or Ryan. ” Come on Ryan, joke’s over. This isn’t funny anymore. I think it is getting time to go home, come on, let’s get out of here.”

Nothing, no sound, no stirring, no Ryan. The door slammed shut. Mark jumped and about peed his pants. Before his heart could quit racing a hand came over his mouth and he was drug into a secret door  he had not noticed.


Alright dear friends and followers of my blog; complete this story.

How Far Would You Go?

How bad is it when you want something? Bad enough to fight through fog? Is what you want so bad for you or for someone else? Does it make a difference?

I was reading a story earlier about a mom and a son. From the time the son was very young mom knew something was wrong. She took her son to doctors; in fact, she took her son to over 20 doctors.

Would you do this? 20 doctors? What if each doctor said something different? What if most doctors brushed you off or said there was nothing wrong?

This mom stuck to her guns. Her instincts are what she followed. She knew the doctors had to be wrong. She kept searching; finally leaving her home-town with the toddler and driving two hours away to a doctor she had heard about. She didn’t have an appointment.

I believe she was on a hunt, an answer is what she demanded. Would you drive two hours to a doctor you had never met, only read about, and on top of that, without an appointment?


Well, you know it. The receptionist said they had no appointments for that day. She even added one could be had but it would be almost two weeks away. Would you leave and accept the latter appointment? What would you do next after hearing the disappointing words?

The receptionist did add, ” You can go over to the hospital. Maybe they can see him in the ER and discover what is wrong.”

Mom did it. She was not going to let the bull run over her. She and her son spent two days in the hospital with her son being probed and the two questioned. At the end of the 48 hours, the answer came back. ” We don’t have any idea what is wrong, but there is one neurologist that wants to find out what it is.”

She let her boy be tested and the results came back. The boy had a rare disease. Mom’s instincts were right. The toddler suffered from,Creatine Transporter Deficiency. There was no cure, but the mom was so relieved to hear that there was a name for something her son had. She walked out of the office with a smile on her face.

How would you feel if you heard you had a rare disease that was not curable? Would you smile like mom did?

If you are interested more in this disease, please click on the link below I have provided.

I Know You Have the Answers

May I ask you some questions? I am stressed today and I just feel the mood to get into some good conversations. So here are the questions I have wondered about.

1. Why do bats sleep hanging upside down?

2. Why is it about Christmas that brings out the smiles in most people? B. What would it take to get those smiles all year-long?

3. Why is it that babies have been born for centuries, and yet year after year, doctor’s make up new ways to raise them from birth to year one?

4. Why is it when we start thinking of something too much, we make it happen? Example, we start thinking about our car, and how good it has been and how lucky we are to not have major problems, and then boom, it needs mechanical repairs.

5. Why is it when one thing goes wrong in our day, things go wrong the entire day?

6. Why is it that snakes and spiders scare the crap out of us?

Alrighty then, questions are asked; now let’s see your answers.


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The Jungle of the Grocery Stores

Have you ever thought about how smart and creative the people are behind the scenes who represent our grocery stores? I didn’t, I admit, although I have seen television programs that show the hard work that goes into placing items on shelves so we, the consumers will see it first.

I make a list when I go to the grocer. Not because I mind so terribly picking up an item more than I needed; but for the fact, that I will forget what I truly went there for. Going to the grocery store is like walking into the opening of a jungle. Beauty hits us with all its greenery. Long, flowing trees, sounds of wild animals.

Our eyes are instantly taken aback at our new surroundings. We need to take note of reality though and watch for wild bores and venom  snakes. We also have to stop and listen to the chatter of all the monkeys.

Now we need to transfer these scenes to humans. You walk into a lovely grocery store. you hear beautiful music playing and see all the bright colors and bright lights. People are coming to you if you are standing still for a second and ask if they may assist you.

You notice those little end-caps that are so in tune with the season. Above them are dangling cute signs of what a bargain this would be, so pick it up and toss it in your cart. You won’t be sorry, at least until you enter the check-out lane.

You have your list in your hand. You hold tight to it making sure you have not forgotten anything on it. You mentally count, 1,2,3,4,5 items; but when you get to the check-out gal or guy, you discover as you are unloading your items there are at least six more things in.

Do you let the employee know that you have changed your mind and you hand her the items that were not on your list? Most likely not, you feel a little ashamed or embarrassed. Your head hangs down for a quick moment while you mentally kick yourself in the butt for falling for those familiar tricks. You place every item on the belt and watch her/his fingers do the tallying. You gulp as you hear the total of your bill.

Go ahead, it’s too late now. Open you purse or wallet, take that plastic card or green money out and hand it to her. Come on, don’t be this way. She/he is trying to get the money from you but you keep pulling back just enough where they can’t touch it.

Here is an article I found through google just to prove  the reason I spent more money and took more items at the store is not entirely my fault. I walked into that jungle with the beautiful trees, and the bright colors. I admired the chatty monkeys; but I forgot to be aware of the venom snakes.


Grocery Store Tricks And How To Avoid Them

by heather


If you’ve ever been to a grocery store and ended up buying way more than you went in there for, then join the crowd. We’ve all done it. Thanks to subtle marketing tactics, the grocery store is a minefield that’s designed for one thing: making us spend money.

For instance, did you know that the type of music that’s playing while you’re shopping can influence your buying decisions? Did you know that the in-store bakery wafts those delicious fresh-baked bread smells around the store for a reason? Did you know that, statistically, you’re going to buy 40% more food than you planned on?

Yeah, grocery stores are crafty. So, let’s take a look at some common grocery store tricks, and how to avoid them.

Grocery Store Trick #1: Sales on the End Aisle

Most people assume that if products are located on an aisle end-cap, then it’s a bargain. But according to Smart Money Magazine, this is far from the truth.

A product may “look” like it’s on sale, but many times this is all smoke and mirrors. The original price that’s shown is actually an inflated one, making the “sale price” look really good.

Why do grocery stores do this? Well, companies pay big bucks to have their product placed on the end-cap. That’s prime real estate, and grocery stores actually earn more profits off product placement than they do selling food to us minions. So, the products on the end-cap paid a pretty penny to be there. It doesn’t make sense for a company to pay such a high price and then sell their product at rock-bottom prices. So, the price is manipulated to make you think you’re getting a bargain.

Money Saving Solution: You’ve got to put on your investigating hat here. Walk down the aisle and check the price of similar brands. Oftentimes, that “bargain” isn’t much of a bargain at all, and you can even find lower priced alternatives further into the store.

Also, know what you normally pay for the items you buy regularly. It helps to keep a small notebook on hand so you can write down prices. This can help you compare what’s real and what’s inflated when things go on sale.

Here is some nice, slow and relaxing music to listen to while you read and ponder on your next visit to the grocery store with your list in mind.




Grocery Store Trick #2: Slow Music


How many times have you walked into the grocery store and found yourself meandering along the aisles, singing along to John Mayer or Norah Jones?

According to, music in a major chord with a slower beat is statistically proven to sell more groceries. Why? Because we slow down. We spend more time in the store because we’re walking slower and enjoying ourselves. All this means that we end up putting more stuff in the cart.

Money Saving Solution: If you can, do your grocery shopping with your iPod. That’s what I do. I put on the high-energy song list I use for when I go running, and practically dance my way through the store. I get what I need and get out.

If you can’t shop with your own iPod, then do your best to ignore the music being piped in. Remember, it’s there for a reason. The longer you’re in that store, the more money you’re going to spend. Try singing AC/DC to yourself and get the heck out.

Grocery Store Trick #3: The Bakery

Could the smells of fresh bread, cakes, and strudel that are being pulled out of the oven almost hourly have anything to do with the stack of carbs currently sitting in your grocery cart?

Um, how many ways can we say “YES”?

Grocery stores know that people love the smell of fresh baked bread. Which is why so many stores have in-house bakeries. People are far more likely to buy more when they smell baking bread. After all, it’s one of the most comforting scents out there.

I know that I have a serious, serious weakness for baked bread. I fall for this one hook, line and sinker.

They also hook you into to buying more with those “free sample stations” that are strategically located around the store. Get a taste of that spinach dip and you’re far more likely to throw it into your cart.

Money-Saving Solution: Simple. Don’t go the grocery store hungry.

If you’re full from lunch or dinner then you’re far less likely to fall for the impulse buys that the smell of cooking food usually leads to. So the best time to go grocery shopping is after a meal.

This will also eliminate your urge to sample food. Usually the stores put out calorie-ladened, ultra-tasty processed foods anyway. Who needs it?

Grocery Store Trick #4: Coupons, Coupons, Coupons…

If you think that $1 off Folger’s coffee coupon is a good deal, it might be. And, it might not.

According to, when people have a coupon they automatically assume that whatever they’re buying a good deal. But that’s not always the case. interviewed Arun Jain, a marketing research professor at the University of Buffalo. From the article:

“My studies have shown that if people have coupons, they won’t check if it is a bargain,” says Jain. “A lot of people don’t check the unit price.” He explains that coupons and sales are often inspired by a store’s overstock. If the supermarket has a lot of cans of tuna to move or if the product is about to be withdrawn, they’ll “promote” it with a sale or coupon. Basically, we may buy something we wouldn’t normally buy because it’s discounted and, as a consequence, they get their backroom cleaned out.

This also ties in closely with Trick #1. Remember, just because you have a coupon it doesn’t always mean that you’re getting the best deal.

Money-Saving Solution: You’ve probably heard this one before, but don’t use a coupon for something you normally wouldn’t buy.

And again, try using a price notebook. When you know how much your regular purchases usually cost, you can make smarter buying decisions. Knowledge is power.

Grocery Store Trick #5: Crowded Aisles

Ever wonder why the horizontal aisles at the front of the store are so dang crowded? When you’re lining up to check out, it takes all your effort not to trip over tables loaded with rotisserie chickens, fresh baked breads, cut flowers, and containers full of brownies and cupcakes.

That stuff is there for a good reason.


Because by the time we’ve lined up we’re tired and ready to get out of there. And everyone knows when you’re tired and cranky, you’re more likely to buy yourself just a little “something” for a treat to perk up.

That bouquet of fresh flowers? You might have had the strength to resist it when you walked in, but the more you eye it while you stand in line the more you’ll picture it on your dining room table. So, into the cart it goes.

Same goes for those fresh-baked cookies. You might have passed them up initially, but listening to the woman yell at her screaming child ahead of you lowers your ability to resist temptation. Those cookies start to look pretty dang good the longer you stand there. So, you grab a package to eat one now.

Money Saving Strategy: Try to do your grocery shopping late at night, or in the middle of the day. This is when standing in line isn’t an issue, and you’ll be able to breeze by all those temptations.

If shopping during the day or late at night isn’t an option, then just be aware that all these things are there for one reason: to get you to part with an additional $2 or $3. Be strong. Resist.

Last Word…

I’ve fallen for several of these tricks myself, especially the bread trick. I’m a sucker for artesan loaves! But, I’ve also grown more aware of how I’m being roped into spending more money at the grocery store. I keep my iPod in my purse, and am actually spending less now that I’m using it, mostly because I go through the store faster.

Do you have any crafty tips or tricks for saving money at the grocery store? Know of another grocery store marketing ploy that you’d like to share? Send them in!




Can You Hear Me Now?

Well supper is over, belly is full, dishes are done. What should I do now with the rest of my evening? Pester you, sounds like fun doesn’t it? Well, I really won’t, but I am going to be nosy.

I am curious about who lives near me. I know some of you live out of the country, but does anyone live near me in Kentucky? I know you do Marilyn!!!! LOL

Old-Fashion Recipes from my area


Recipe from Nancy Palmer Bledsoe – Am a Kentuckian transplanted to TN.  Here is my grandmother Cole’s
recipe for OLD FASHIONED STACK CAKE.  She made it sometime between
Thanksgiving and Christmas and kept it in a lard can on the back porch.
It was delicious for Christmas Dinner.  She always used cooked apples
that she dried.  I have used applesauce, but not as good.
1/2 cup shortening
1/2 cup sugar
1 egg, well beaten
1/3 cup molasses
1/2 cup buttermilk
3 1/2 cups flour
2 ts. baking powder
1/2 ts soda
1 ts. vanilla
1 ts. ginger
Cream sugar and shortening.  Add egg, molasses and buttermilk.  Sift
flour, baking powder, soda and ginger.  Add to creamed mixture , mix
well.  It makes a dough.  Add enough flour to roll as thin as pie crust.
Cut to fit 9 inch pan or heavy skillet.  Makes about 5-6 layers.  Bake
10-15 minutes at 350 degrees.
When cool, stack with highly spiced
(I use cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg) cooked dried apples, sweetened to
taste.  Let it stand at least 24 hours.
This freezes well, too

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The Gloved Hand

It started out with rain and a gutter full of fog. I had to go to work. I had called out too many times. I looked out the tear driven window. I saw my car out under the car port. How many times I had placed a request to that cheap-ass landlord to put a light out under it. All I asked for is one light. For heaven’s sake, is that too much considering the dollars he rakes in from all of us tenants each month?

No, he hadn’t done it yet. Said he had been so busy. Doing what, screwing that bleached-out blonde bimbo upstairs in room 69? I had passed her many times in the halls as we all picked up our mail at one specified spot. She must be about 60 or so. Looks like an old used mop; but I have to admit, she still carries the curves with ease.

I stood watching the rain fall, cursing myself for not buying me a gun when I had the money. I work my ass off, only to give it to those money hungry bill people. Miss one payment, and they are almost on your front door with snarling teeth and that fake smile, holding their grubby hands out. Living week to week seems to be the main stream of life for most of us here on hood alley.

A notch above the gutter, a roof over our head, only a few cockroaches to be seen scurrying up the walls and I haven’t heard those measly mice either. I guess the landlord does do something with his time besides bop that old hag. I ought to let his wife know, but hell, those who play with fire do get burned. Let him burn  his own ass.

I looked at my watch. Damn, it is getting to the point I could be late. Do I dare call off one more time? I really don’t mind my job, no really, I don’t. I work down at the truck cafe nights. Let those bastards pinch my ass or peak down my blouse when I am pouring another cup of java and they tip me well.

My issue is the recurring dreams I have had lately. Afraid, afraid that the real boogie man is outside my car waiting. Waiting for me. He is going to threaten to slice my throat if I don’t give him a piece of ass. A bad dream I have had, but after so many nights, could it become a reality?

I turned from the window and went in and finished putting my tight jeans on. I pushed my breasts together and pasted them tighter with a piece of clear tape. That ought to get me some decent tips tonight.

I colored in my brows, put some gold-specked eye shadow, smacked my lips together after putting some ultra-shine gloss on them. A couple of coats of extra black mascara and a half of can of hair spray and I was ready.

My gut started to flutter with butterflies. I just had this sick feeling in my mind that says, tonight is the night. Oh well, Blanche, get your jacket and hat on and get yourself  out to that car.

I made sure all the lights were off. I flipped the porch light on and stood outside my back door looking in the direction of the car. Only a few yards, I can do it, now go. I walk slowly to the car and place my key in the lock. Quickly looking side to side I turn the key.

I push in on the door handle and open the door. Suddenly a glove wraps itself around my mouth from behind. I push it away and it comes back with a force. I try to say something, to scream, but my mouth is covered with what felt like tar.

I was flipped around so I was facing my reaper. Glove removed, I pleaded for my life. ” Please, please don’t hurt me. I don’t have any money. Hell I don’t even carry a purse. Only thing I got is my license on me.”

” I don’t want your money lady. I am not going to hurt you either. We just need to talk.” Pee slowly trickled down my legs and I cussed this bitch out as now I was going to definitely be late for work, because I would have to go back in and change pants.

The scarf came undone from the intruder’s face and my mouth fell open as I recognized the person standing before me. ” Phyllis, what , what in the world are you doing here, and why the hell are you trying to scare me half to death? Damn woman, you about gave me a heart attack.”

” I want answers. I have a feeling my husband is cheating on me. I need your help.”

” Listen Phyllis, your husband is my landlord. I am not going to do anything to jeopardize my getting kicked out of here. If you want to know anything do your own spy work. Better yet, why don’t you ask him.”

” You have eyes, I know you snoop on the going’s on here. Tell me my suspicions are right. I promise to make it worth your while.”

Now she had my attention. ” How you going to make it worth my while Phyllis? The only thing that works good for me is cold, hard cash, nothing else.”

” How about six months of free rent?” My mind quickly tossed these words around and I locked my car and she and I headed back into my room. The hell with work. I could find a new job with my extra money I was going to save. Maybe even a better job and a better place to live. I smiled as I unlocked my door and let her in.





The Dark Hall

He stood against the sink, blood running down his chin. His eyes were bloodshot. His hands were shaking. How am I going to make it? I can’t go on much longer. Who will help me?

Asleep or awake it followed him every minute. He tried to run away but it chased him down, choking him, and as he gasped for air, he could hear the echos of laughter beyond the room.

Ever since that night, ever since he stood in the dark hallway, he had been a changed man. Always poor, barely able to feed himself, living paycheck week to week, he was never able to move forward from this thing he was forced to call home.

Bad things happened here more often than not. Screams from women being forced to do things they didn’t want to. Gun shots going off when people didn’t get their way. Dirty syringes could be found in the dark hallway.

He grew up with dreams. He never could taste them. Greedy hands reaching out to grab him, leaving him naked for the world to see nothing but the worn clothes he owned. He tried going to church but it never worked. The promises that he heard always seemed empty. His lap felt light, he couldn’t believe.

Sometimes just for the hell of it he would walk the few blocks to the homeless shelter. There he would wear his most ragged and beg for a cot only for the voices he would hear while pretending to go to sleep.

He shared coffee and some cold toast in the mornings and then he would walk the few blocks back to his home. He would then get out his pad and pencils and he would sketch his memories of who he had met on paper.

He would walk over to his closet and opening the door, there he would see the many boxes; neatly lined up one on top of the other. He would pull them out one at a time and open them; reliving the chapters of his life.

One box sat alone. On the top shelf, dust starting to cover, fading out the words on the label. All to clear in his mind he pulled that box down and opened it up. There was only one paper in there.

Proving that his life had stopped before it began. Turning the overhead light over his bed on  he sat down and stared at it. The key to his life, the plug that was pulled, stared back at him as his body began to slump.

Staring at a face with no motion. A beautiful formed body with a tight-fitting dress on. Dark stains covered her breasts. Signs of struggle on the purple marks on her wrists and a worn and threaded mark making its way from side to side of her neck.

That terrible night, the night he wasn’t supposed to be there. He was so restless. He couldn’t take the silence anymore. He hadn’t spoken to anyone all weekend. He sometimes wished he worked seven days a week. At least there were faces to paint, and memories to make. He could fill his boxes.

He was going to visit the homeless shelter. Maybe he would make a friend. Perhaps someone would speak first, maybe want to grab a cup of coffee. He got dressed in the routine shelter clothes. He turned his two lights out and quietly opened the front door.

He stepped out into the dark hall. Starting to walk towards the stairs the door next to his room flew open. Gun shots went off. He disappeared into the shadows and waited for silence.

Hearing scurrying footsteps and then the reward of quiet, he stepped near the open door. He mentally photographed all that he saw and then the quick steps he heard forced him to step back and run.

He was seen. Not his face but the back of his  head. The length of his legs, the color of his coat. Yelling coming towards him. A gun shot goes off but misses him. He disappears into the stairs and scrambled out of the building.

He stares at the painting.  His body begins to shiver. He puts the paper back in the box. He places it back on the top shelf and walks to the tiny bathroom. He vomits, remembering the dark hall.

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Out of My League

Now this was by far the most outlandish night I have had in months. I had a dream, as a famous quote was stated; but mine was relevant to, well I don’t even know the answer.

I dreamed I was in my right mind, and the current year; although there were two people from the past in my dream. No one I had ever met, yet surely was familiar with the names.

I spoke to, dined with, and led a life intertwined with these two famous people. Now, for the drum roll please.




Andrew Jackson (March 15, 1767 – June 8, 1845) was the seventh President of the United States (1829–1837). He was born in a poor farming family near the poorly marked border between North and South Carolina. Jackson was briefly captured by the British during the American Revolutionary War. He became a lawyer and in 1796 he was in Nashville and helped found the state of Tennessee. He was elected to the U.S. House of Representatives, and then to the U. S. Senate, Jackson was in 1801 appointed colonel in the Tennessee Militia. Throughout his lifetime Jackson owned hundreds of slaves who worked on his Hermitage plantation he acquired in 1804.


Also another name familiar to I believe everyone. Abe Lincoln.


Abraham Lincoln Listeni/ˈbrəhæm ˈlɪŋkən/ (February 12, 1809 – April 15, 1865) was the 16th president of the United States, serving from March 1861 until his assassination in April 1865. Lincoln led the United States through its Civil War—its bloodiest war and its greatest moral, constitutional and political crisis.[1][2] In doing so, he preserved the Union, abolished slavery, strengthened the federal government, and modernized the economy. Reared in a poor family on the western frontier, Lincoln was a self-educated lawyer in Illinois, a Whig Party leader, state legislator during the 1830s, and a one-term member of the Congress during the 1840s. He promoted rapid modernization of the economy through banks, canals, railroads and tariffs to encourage the building of factories; he opposed the war with Mexico in 1846. After a series of highly publicized debates in 1858, during which Lincoln spoke out against the expansion of slavery, he lost the U.S. Senate race to his archrival, Democrat Stephen A. Douglas. Lincoln, a moderate from a swing state, secured the Republican Party presidential nomination in 1860. With very little support in the slave states, Lincoln swept the North and was elected president in 1860. His election prompted seven southern slave states to form the Confederacy before he took the office. No compromise or reconciliation was found regarding slavery.


Now what in the world did this dream mean? Why would I dream such a dream? When I woke up this morning, I swear I felt smarter. LOL




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Is it Safe or Are We Safe; Any Truth to This?

I was surfing through my Facebook as I usually do each morning. No, don’t think I am addicted to  this internet site, it actually helps me to wake up. I have to read which kick start my brain. I have to focus my eyes, which exercises my muscles.

I have to think; keeps me from getting Dementia. I have to use my muscles in my face as I laugh at so many things I see. So you understand how Facebook keeps me healthier. LOL

But, I wasn’t laughing when I came across this post. I scanned the comments and then decided to open the URL and see what the talk was really all about.

Now I am not here to debate Christianity, or religion, nor God. Anyone can see that  our world used to be a better place. It doesn’t take a genius to recognize that people are not as polite, kind and say compliments as years past.

I am a Christian and so therefore reading this scared me. Wow, Facebook can scare me and not even be hiding around the corner waiting to pounce. Now I have to be mature enough to know that some of these things are made-up to entice readers. Also, there is the political view involved here.

So, take away your thinking caps and just read. Read what ever catches your eye. What do you think? I know that there is truth in some because of my faith, but to realize that bad things are happening all around us and I am not praying hard enough scares me.

I also saw this video this morning. I asked myself, how can I move through each day, trying to pretend that life is what I make it? I can not control my life entirely. Environmental and worldly issues also play a role in  my living.

The last thing I saw on Facebook was a small video of a large shipment of unmarked military equipment. The comments made were that these were Russian. I am not sure about this. The city where the train was going through was a town in Missouri.

I was not able to place the video on here, sorry, but it is yet another thing to see and read that is about something we are not used to seeing.


He was hiding under the bridge, shaking, dirty and afraid. His parents were not worthy of being called parents. Glued brains, wasting life, never thinking of anything but how to get more money to buy more drugs.

One day Lee decided he was leaving the shell called home. He had been beaten and blood was the most he had ever seen. He waited until it was dark so no one would see his open sores he left. Wild dogs chased him and he climbed trees. Fresh blood seemed to bring out the wild, the eager, the breathing, and it scared him so bad he used leaves to wipe his tears.

He was so frightened. Cats mating, seemed like Halloween nights. Owls made their presence known. Crazy birds whispered hard, letting him know he was trespassing. He shook so hard leaves made it seem like they were cold.

He finally climbed out of the tree and ran quickly. He made it to the water’s edge. Listening to the water ripple against the edge made him a bit calmer but the darkness seemed richer as small lights twinkled on the top of the water.

When he looked farther to the left he saw orange. He walked towards it and then realized it was fire. As he neared he saw several people gathered around big barrels of fire. He went towards under the bridge, still close to the edge of water in case he had to leave quick.

He hid there and crouched. There was a dirty blanket laying close by and he picked it up and molded himself with in it. Maybe he was trying to  hide, to keep his blonde hair from showing. He tried to breathe softly, but his heart was beating fast and he could not stop hearing each breath he took.

So quiet, he could hear crickets and frogs. He could hear the splash of fish jumping. Soon he began to settle and was being hypnotized by the silence. Within a short time someone touched him on the shoulder.

He turned quickly, trying to stand up and tripping over himself. A scary man-made it very clear he wanted the blanket. It was his. Lee tossed it to him and took off running, looking for a safer place to stay. He ended up being at a pillar that was holding up the bridge. He knelt down and tried to hide behind it. No one seemed to notice him and while trying to keep an eye out for himself, he fell asleep.

When he woke up he was sitting on a hard chair with bright lights blinding him. He discovered he was in a police station. His parents were standing in front of him.


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