Daily Prompt; Secret of Success


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What would it take for you to consider yourself a “successful blogger”? Is that something you strive for?

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I probably should not be making an effort to write for the prompt today. My brain is so tired. I can’t begin to know where to start. What should the first sentence be?

Maybe it should be, If I could change anything I would do this.

If I could change anything I surely would boost Al‘s appetite back to normal. He has tinkered with the idea that he is dying. That led to a domino effect. Less eating, less energy, less appetite.

I look at the photos of yesterday and I see that small smile on his face.car show I can not begin to express in worldly words what this means to me. I will take the credit for placing it there on his cute face.

It was hard work getting him there and we paid the price of dollars on a gold bar for going, but it was still worth that smile. Last night around 10pm, everything changed.

Number one he got red from being out in the sun. I could have kicked myself for not thinking of a sun protector. I did think of it while we were there. He was in the sun for an hour and I held him in place in the shade the other hour.

Maybe it is his tender skin or a combination of his medications and skin, but he got red. He started complaining and I put cold cloths on his shoulders. I put an ointment on it also. But this started a night of living hell for both of us.

His tremors started up like someone was doing the jitterbug dance.dancing swing This continued with crying and me holding his hand while he questioned me again about heaven and God.

One of the big symptoms of M.S.A. is his internal furnace. It doesn’t know how any longer to regulate. So along with the red shoulders he kept leaving shadows under him of heavy sweating.

Starting at 11:30pm I changed his sheets three times. I answered his call light about every half-hour until six this morning. He either wanted to be turned in a different direction or he wanted water.

I would change everything inside this house. I would zap his illness a way. Toss it to the heavens.monstersnew-day.jpeg I would command him to walk once again.skeleton

He would no longer be tired. He would be full of energy and not drag butt.drag

He would sleep in any position he wished and he would not have to ring his bell to be repositioned.cat nap 1

Life would be new, fresh and a new beginning.

But all I can do is get on my knees and pray to God to do his will with Al. All I can do is wait patiently and love him and cling to my faith.girl-praying

I don’t know today what is the secret to success.

I don’t even know if I really made any statement other than my own deep desires.

I do know that I will hold on as long as Al does and I will continue with God’s help to remain strong. I will continue to show support to Al when he needs it. I will always say those three little words, I love you, so he always knows he is not alone. Maybe this is my success in the world, being a sister.

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Daily Prompts’ These Boots Were Made for Walking


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Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us WALK.

In days gone by I liked those wooden heels with the big, thick soles.shoes, wood I was always a short gal so these made me a tad taller and guys didn’t have to lean so far down to kiss me.:)

They were worn through driver’s training, dating days, and to school.

When I had my first child I was on the run so much. No more parties, no more dating. I needed a comfy pair of shoes.red keds Keds, yes the most comfy shoes of all. I wore them everywhere but dress-up occasions.

I realized one day that I needed to look more like a married woman instead of a running mommy, so I upgraded myself.penny loafers The infamous penny loafer. Able to carry a dime for emergency phone booths.

I always dressed for comfort. Plenty of walking and chasing kids, grocery shopping and going to parks.

I never was into high beauty. I have always pretty much been just me. You would never catch me in glittery spiked heals.glitter shoes

Even when I got married, I wore the traditional white heels but after saying I Do, and slapping some cake in my new husband’s face; I was also slipping those beauties off under the table.DavidTutera-Black

I had one pair of sexy night-time shoes for my husband. I pranced around the room in my pretty teddy and fancy shoes and it turned out to be a flat night. I never planned on crap like that again for me.teddy

After the marriage fell apart, I looked into a different career. I was still Mom but I needed a job and a paycheck. I went into nursing. For years I wore the basic white nursing shoes. Built for comfort and long-wearing.nurse shoes

Now that I am older, my feet suffer from my Diabetes. I don’t have a boyfriend so don’t have any reason to own beautiful shoes.

I don’t go out much except to see nurses. I have bought some in style cutie pie shoes but oh they kill my feet. So today you will see me in flip-flops here at home or a good NB shoe for walking.NB

I guess when it comes right down to it my shoes pretty much tell what I am all about. Simple, enduring, hard-working and comfortable in my shoes.

Daily Prompt; P.C.


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Is political correctness a useful concept, or does it stifle honest discussion? 

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There is one thing I do not discuss with others usually and that is politics. But for this I will make a  huge sacrifice. The big news on the front pages of well-read newspapers is, I don’t do politics.newspaper

You know I am not going to come out and  point any fingers. Instead I will relate back to the days when I was young and learning the old talent of lying. My grandma always said, ” your nose will grow long if you lie.”

I believed that for years.liar I must admit I am amazed today that there aren’t some who have long noses in the government.

The first thing I believe in is God.new-day.jpeg The second thing I believe in is truth. Next getting along with each other.pat Then I believe we should help each other and watch our backs. Shake hands, smile and have an inner peace of understanding knowing we are talking and living the way God wishes us to do.lion

There is slander to get one’s way. There are evil methods used to win a vote.tongue_111

I believe that good is in the minds of anyone but the game of winning can take a way our innocence. leg

The Bible says that there will be times like this, so I am not in shock to the point of fainting.

I just wish that each and every person who wants to be stood apart, looked up to, and respected would start each day, each morning with the words, thank-you Lord for one more day. Thank-you for allowing me another chance to win another soul to God. Lead me and guide me and help me to do what is right in your eyes.

Do this in the spirit of an innocent child. Open our eyes wide and be ready to smile at everyone we meet, shake a hand no matter what color. Help a hurting soul. Do all in the naked truth. Do it with vigor as you once lived life as an untouched child.  Our lives today would be better. More enriched, more love flowing, honesty would flow freely.

I have gone on too long. I think you all get my point and where I am coming from. Let’s go back and start again. See who we saw when we were six and seven years old. Let freedom ring by the truth being told.girl-praying

Weekly Photo Challenge, Theme of the Week


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military baseThis is where my husband was stationed and worked when we lived in Germany.buses Picture of buses I used to ride.winter

A winter night, it was so cold the steam used to rise so high out of the man holes.eating

I ate under these umbrellas.castle

My husband and I drove by this castle many times.

This is a small video of where my daughter was born in Bad Cannstatt, Germany.

Daily Prompt; The Zone


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Tell us about your favorite way to get lost in a simple
activity — running, chopping vegetables, folding laundry, whatever.
What’s it like when you’re in “the zone”?

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You are going to fall off of your chair from laughing when you read what makes me so happy and lost in my own zone.

No, it isn’t shopping. No, it isn’t going out with my friends, although I love that. No, it isn’t reunions, or eating my favorite foods. It is cleaning.

Yes, cleaning. I think partly because I spent so much of my time as a teen trying to please my parents it feels like home to me.

No phone calls, no door knocks. A t-shirt and shorts and barefoot. Music turned up and off I go. I would move the living room furniture around. Clean the windows and sweep and dust.

I would move from room to room until it shined and smelled so good. Now don’t get me wrong. There are certain types of cleaning I don’t care for. I only wash the curtains twice a year, and sometimes only once in the Spring.

I don’t mind cleaning my indoor windows, but I would prefer someone else to do the outside windows. I washed my living room walls down for the first time this spring and I have lived here a year and a half.

I take down my antiques that sit above the kitchen shelves once a year. Cleaning ceiling fans I do about three times a year. Rearranging closets twice a year, and only because I have to switch clothes out.

But general cleaning, yeah I love it. It makes me feel good when I rest my weary body down on my couch and take a look around. Furniture looks different. I am not stepping on any dirt on the floor, laundry is done.

Yep, for me that is my zone. Me, myself and I, music, a sweeper,dust rags and some Windex.

Do you think this is why I don’t have that hot date yet? LOL, I need to find someone to date that loves to move heavy bedroom furniture. LOL

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