I Give You a Special Treat

I Give You a Special Treat

I should be taking a shower, but I am just not ready to go in there and wash away what ever remains from the last 24 hours, so I decided to look at Stumble Upon. I was fascinated by the first page that was shown me.

I sometimes sit here and ponder on how a flea sized person like me can stand still and yet the world is quickly moving around me. Remember going through photos of family and friends…

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I Give You a Special Treat

I should be taking a shower, but I am just not ready to go in there and wash away what ever remains from the last 24 hours, so I decided to look at Stumble Upon. I was fascinated by the first page that was shown me.

I sometimes sit here and ponder on how a flea sized person like me can stand still and yet the world is quickly moving around me. Remember going through photos of family and friends and inhaling a deep breath as you see how people have changed? Obviously, you look at yourself in the mirror and see some change; but nothing like those folks in the photos.

We get so wrapped up in our minute activities, or at least I do. How do I feel today. Am I sad or am I starting this day off to a roaring thunder. Are the skies going to be a beautiful blue or are the threat of thunderstorms going to ruin my evening activities.

Is the world really round or since I can’t see the complete picture, could it be square. Did I wear this outfit already in the past two weeks. When is the last time I gave the dog a bath.

Bills due, food to buy, kids to take to activities, work is on overload, weddings to go to. Life can sure seem like great chaos at time and yet when we stand very still it feels like nothing is actually moving.

I read and hopefully understood that it is alright to share this page of fantastic photos with you. I didn’t see anywhere on the page that I couldn’t share, so  here is something for your eyes to view, your brain to take in, and hopefully you will enjoy this as much as I did and want to pass it on. Enjoy my friends.






#FWF Free Write Friday; Beautiful People


Tell me about a beautiful person you know…

I know of some beautiful people whom I have never met. I just feel it, I see the consistency of their words post after post.

There are also beautiful people who I will never meet. Those that are deceased. People who did amazing things in their lives. Helen Keller, Rosa Parks, Abe Lincoln, so many that are beautiful.

But there is one beautiful person that I have known over 35 years. I have met her and spent numerous times with her. This beautiful person shows great character. Her belief in God is very strong. Her heart is big enough to hold many people in it.

She has suffered from personal disappointment like all of us have. She has wept like you and me. What amazes me is her strength. She gets kicked down and yet climbs back on that horse determined to move forward.

I love her very much and can not imagine my life without my best friend Lez. Thank-you girlfriend for walking into my life so many years ago.kids sledding

Daily Prompt; Honorific

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/16/daily-prompt-honor/, DP, Daily Post

October 16th is officially declared “Person X Day” — and you get to pick Person X. Tell us about someone who deserves to be commemorated.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us HONOR.

This is almost too difficult for me to write. Why? Because I can think of many who should be commemorated. I am going to go off the top of my head, and stare down at the moments in front of me right here, today and now. This is how I will choose my list.

Betty Whitebetty, no matter how bad my day is; I look forward to her helping me to release my stress. I can guarantee she will bring me much laughter,  providing me a good night’s rest.

Maxine,Maxine she is a hoot. You have to understand that in my house a fog of death lingers, so I will steal laughter from where ever I can.

Rhino,rhino on Alvin's bed I can always guarantee a warm welcome. A fuzzy nose, a kiss on the cheek. He never argues with me. He doesn’t use hateful words to put me down. He loves me unconditionally.

God,jesus_in_heaven.jpg I can never go wrong. He is the reason I was born and still living here. I will leave this earth when I have completed the job he put me here. When no one else listens, he does. He loves me no matter how I look or sound.

These are just for today. Each day I could find new people who made my day special.

In the end though when it comes down to it, my WP friends all make a big impact on me. No, I am not trying to kiss your rear end. Honest! I am speaking the truth. If it weren’t for you who else would listen to me ramble on?

Daily Prompt; New Internet Order

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/03/daily-prompt-leader/, DP, Daily Prompt

All the world’s countries have decided that the Internet itself needs a government. Your country asks you to run for Prime Minister of the ‘Net — do you accept? If so, what will your platform be?


Photographers, artists, poets: show us LEADER.

I should be so honored, but sorry, I am not. I would be ashamed to accept this low down position. You are sitting there right now with eyes wide open and hands gasping over mouth, right?killer-pumpkins-doormat

I don’t normally make it a habit to discuss any politics. For one reason, I don’t know enough to be outspoken. For another reason I believe what I believe and I don’t want someone tearing that apart for the sake of argument.

Do you want someone dictating to you your every move?alien Do you want to be scolded for using too many internet hours?mother mad

Do you want a stranger reading every word you write?danger

The more you let a big corporation into your personal life, the more I feel like we are having our souls ripped out of us.

One day we will be alien to who we are and we may even have to report how many sheets of toilet paper we used to wipe our ass.toilet paper

When and if we ever go back to a country that is for the people, by the people, one nation under God, I may change my views.


Abraham Lincoln


Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

These are my own opinions I express. I am not trying to change your views or your beliefs.

I Want, I Need

I was feeling my heart breaking a little as the nurse told me Al‘s face changed when they told him he was coming home today. Yes, he will be brought home around 5 this afternoon.

My first thoughts were sadness. He doesn’t want to see me? Don’t I do everything I can for him? Why doesn’t he want to come home?

The nurse said they spoiled him.  Well, I spoil him also. The nurse said he was feeling better. The doctor said it will be up to me how well he continues to feel at home. Based on what he is allowed to do. The only time he was out of bed was for a shower. He even ate in bed.

I guess I am going to have to face this sooner. Talking to him about his activities. Maybe he is not crazy about me. After all I am the sister. They were nurses and strangers. Someone new.

You can tell that I am struggling on accepting this. I wish they would not have told me to be quite honest. I know that I don’t spend every minute with him. If I did, the house would not be cleaned, laundry and cooking set aside. Rhino would not be fed. Dishes would pile up.

I am getting too hung up on this crap and I want to stop feeling this way. I am having a talk with myself but when he gets here it will all come flooding back.

No matter how much I love him I must have space. I can’t sit in his room every  minute he is a wake. I need to breathe. Is this wrong? He watches TV quite a bit by  himself. I don’t really care for his shows and he doesn’t want to sit much out here in the living room.

I wonder if he is going to want to go to Day Program tomorrow or wait until Tuesday after the holiday.

Now my stomach is getting all messed up. Sometimes I hate myself for being such a mushy grown-up. I have to be me while I take care of him. I want to do a good job and I want him to know that I love him.

I have two hours and he will be home.shocked_womanbook4