Friends I Spoke With This Morning
I wake up this morning and it is quiet. Rhino the cat slept on the couch so Aland I had our beds to…
I wake up this morning and it is quiet. Rhino the cat slept on the couch so Al and I had our beds to ourselves. I do the usual, splash my face with cold water, brush my teeth and smell the coffee brewing.
Grabbing myself the first cup I hear nothing from Al’s room. I flip on the computer and open the world.
I feel like I am so blessed and pretty fortunate. When Al is home, so am I. There is no communication with anyone unless I get a text, phone call or visitor. Once I open up my email, FB and WP, all my friends have already said hello or made some nice comment to me. I am suddenly in my house robe, drinking my coffee, in the silence of my home and yet surrounded by wonderful friends.
I want to say thank-you for being here with me and for me. I want to let you know that you are the second reason I smile; the first is that I am given another chance to open my eyes again.
Some people who are here when I turn my computer on are;
The Laughing Houswife
Playing the hand that was dealt
I may have missed someone, don’t be hurt if I did. After all it is morning and I have only had one cup of coffee so far.
Like I said friends, these are the friends who I have been privileged enough to speak to already today. I am not bragging, I am proud.
I can’t believe my ears. A group on Facebook that bashes parents kids. Can you believe it? People get on there and make fun of disabled kids, pre-mature babies, fat kids, or ugly kids.
In the first place babies are beautiful, not ugly. Disabled children are helpless and can’t fend for themselves.
What is wrong with Facebook? Why would they allow such terrible pages to be allowed? Are there no guidelines? Are adults so ignorant, yes I am using the word ignorant when a person thinks it is alright to say such terrible things, and from what the report says, respondents were answering with laughter, thinking this is funny.
This is a hard, cold and sometimes cruel world we live in today. It is hard to make friends, it is hard for young people to fit in. At that age kids need to know they are loved. What kind of adults will these children turn out to be?
All I can say is I am thankful I don’t know anyone personally who acts in this rude and crude way. They definitely would not be a friend or even casual acquaintance of mine.
Facebook, shame on you. I don’t have the link, I wanted nothing to do with it and wasn’t going to waste my time finding it.
Daily Prompt; Intense
Describe the last…
Describe the last time you were surprised by the intensity of a feeling you had about something, or were surprised at how strongly you reacted to something you thought wouldn’t be a big deal.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us INTENSE.
I didn’t used to be weird about foods. I ate what I fixed and I ate what was served. But things change, people are hurried in the manufacturing areas, and some people just are sickos.
With Mad Cow Disease it started with me. I began checking labels better. I don’t buy just any meat because of price. Then there were other things, sick pigs, bad poultry, canned foods that caused stomach aches and vomiting. Some strange chemicals in our containers and additives that cause cancer.
Calgon! Take me a way from this crap! Now I am a food fetish. I mainly have to prepare what I eat. If I eat out, I try to go to better places. My grocery shopping turned from hurry and get the hell out of the packed store, to I think I will take my time today and notice what I am putting into my gut.
Tonight on Facebook I was just sifting through the junk that filters through. You know, silly pictures, funny photos and then I saw it. Oh my gosh, I thought instantly to the hundreds of cookies that I have eaten in my life. Dunked in milk, eaten without tearing them apart and eating the filling first.
When I saw this I almost vomited at what I may have consumed. Now I suppose I will have to bake my own cookies.
Please, beware, tear that Oreo apart. Oh gross. I can clean poop, see blood, but when it comes to bugs, insects, chemicals, bad crap going in my gut, I think I will faint.
Quick, get me the smelling salts.
I had a little trouble getting my prescription although I get this infection every fall and spring as long as I live in Indiana. The doctor didn’t want to fork over the script because I wasn’t bad enough yet.
I explained about Al and how I could not afford to be down one day and didn’t want to wait until it got bad. Finally he gave in. I had to go to the Pharmacy and pay my monthly bill and fill the new script. I then had to stop at the camera shop as I needed a piece I didn’t have. I then definitely had to go to the grocery store as I can’t get out on weekends when Al is home.
So by the time I got home and put all the groceries a way I had a half an hour before Al was to arrive. This day went fast but yet I had that time frame for thirty minutes to do as I wished.
I was so shocked and very pleased that two ladies from M.S.A. web site, who I am honored to call my friends. Connie and Bonnie had both left me messages on Facebook and Connie even called me. They were worried about me as I hadn’t posted all day.
I didn’t mean to worry them but to be very honest except for my daughter and my best friend no one questions my where-a-bouts or calls to see if I am alright; so I was pleased as punch.
After I spoke to Connie I played around with my camera. I took a photo of our tree and then doctored it on a photo program. So here it is, my play-time project.
When Al got off the bus he didn’t want supper. I am starting to get used to those words. He wanted to nap. I imagine he was tired. He didn’t seem like he had a good time at his party but I am thinking he was just too tired to talk about it.
I changed him and put him in bed. When he gets up I will offer him supper in bed, served like a King. I will not work so hard to transfer him from bed to recliner and back any longer. I hurt my neck and back muscles because he is just too weak to help.
I think he will be alright with it. He was in bed all day yesterday after breakfast. I got him up and fed him and washed him up and then put him back in his bed. I just made sure I turned him every two hours and sat him up off and on. He got waited on hand and foot. You know, I could handle that myself for a day, being waited on hand and foot.
I Don’t Understand Me
I have not done so well today, or as good as I thought I would. Al has been gone 24 hours and I…
I have not done so well today, or as good as I thought I would. Al has been gone 24 hours and I struggled with the silence here. You must all think I am just plain crazy and I don’t blame you.
Here I sit at the computer and I feel the biggest empty spot. I should be jumping up and down? Running through the house? Out with friends having fun? Maybe shopping?
But no here I sit. Unable to place once foot in front of the other and make any moves. I feel anger inward at what a rotten friend I have been to myself. There must be another explanation for this.
I didn’t even touch the house today. I had two eggs and a piece of toast for breakfast. I had no lunch and I had a bowl of Cheerios for supper. I was trying to find my sugar substitute in the cupboard and knocked something out and it landed in the cat’s water. That dominoed into flipping the water into his food bowl. That food was ruined where I had just filled it up.
As I was carrying my bowl of cereal here to the computer, I don’t know what I did but I flipped my spoon out of the bowl and it splattered on the floor. I then took a shower and got out and dried off. I then realized I had forgotten to rinse the conditioner out and had to get back in.
My granddaughter’s birthday is today. I was watching a video of her party on Facebook and then just started crying. I had missed her birthday. I had sent no card and said nothing. I quickly apologized to my son for my forgetfulness and told Hanna Happy Birthday.
There is a part of me that can slightly remember the person I used to be. There once used to be this gal named Terry that loved to laugh. I could laugh until my eyes watered, my sides hurt, and sometimes pee my pants. I was always ready to go have fun, be with family and friends. I tried to never be home on weekend evenings.
Oh not that I was a party girl. I never have been. No drinking for me, no big gatherings at the bar. Usually with just family.
I know, I am really dogging myself tonight, but I am a little angry at who I am lately. Too sad, too deep, too full of sorrow. I really do want to laugh, but I cry. I want to get out, but I stay in. What in the world is my problem?
People say I am not that old yet. They tell me there is hope for love still. They tell me there is still life to live. But tonight, because I miss my brother so bad, when I really need the break, I am a weepy mess.
Please don’t be upset with me and scream at me for not appreciating my break. I am already screaming at my own self and that is punishment enough for one evening.