I'm choosing to journal for a few days as my writing piece for this week.
Focus: Lil Roo aka Roobad (my lil rat, I mean dog)
5/7/2012
This morning Roo woke us up at 5 a.m. a little early but she, as usual, had needs to be met. She got her dose of attention, then made her way to the kitchen for her ground chicken, mixed veggies, and brown rice, flavored with curry, her favorite! We played ball for a bit, then 'mom' had things to do, so Roo assumed her position and lazed on my bed for a couple hours. Around 9a.m. we trekked to the car. Of course, spoilykins didn't want to sit in her car seat. "Joy", I thought, as I held her driving down Stillwater to go get her nails cut at Petco! While 'mom' spoke with the trainer she mentioned Roo was having her nails done. The trainer had to meet her since she had heard so much about her! She fell in love with her and wanted to take her home. Of course, Roo was on her best behavior and the trainer didn't get to see the personality, the true colors, the mischievous ways she had been told about! No surprise there! A little later, Roo took a ride and napped all the way to Brunswick. Her other mom just walked in, and Roo was excited to see her, as usual. She is now in the kitchen, AGAIN, enjoying some apple slices! What a spoiled lil rat!
5/8/2012
5:30 am, Lilroo wakes us up again! Full of it as usual! Does the poop and eat drill. Her other mom leaves for work and I try to check my email and suck while Roobad get into mischief! She shreds her pee pad, then continues onto a shopping bag and pulls out a piece of clothing and gnaws on the tag before I notice her! Of course now, as I'm trying to do my english homework, shes is curled up on my lap, her head resting on one of my hands, taking a nap! If someone were to walk in right now they would compliment how cute, precious, and well behaved she is. If they only KNEW! She is sooooo bad! Oh no, she hears someone n the hallway...surprisingly she isn't barking! She MUST be tired! Afternoon time, oh has she lived up to her name! Peed on the floor, drug socks and clean laundry throughout, she won't quit dig diggin on my leg! Maybe she will go to sleep early tonight!
5/9/2012
Rooroo woke at 6 a.m. today. Ready for breakfast as usual! She eats, plays a bit, says by to mom as she leaves for work. Then she took a road trip back to Bangor with the other mom. She slept the whole way. She was glad to be back home, where all her squeaky balls without broken squeakers were. She broke all the squeakers in the ones she left in Brunswick. She was well rested and got to play with the kids today! She loves people and can't get enough attention! It's 9:39 p.m. now, she's ready for bed. Whining, talking, trying to tell me it's bedtime. I'd better go, the boss is talking! Isn't is ironic how WE end up BEING trained?! Dogs!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Week 9: THEME
When we arrived, she was sitting and laughing.
She ate some, appetite was diminishing.
She could walk to the commode a couple times a day.
Her hair was gone, covered by a wig.
Taking morphine like candy, dosage continuing to be increased.
She rested and would chat and laugh in between.
Hallucinations sadly began.
Switched to delotted, maximum home dose reached.
Taken by ambulance, willing to go.
Doctor said, "It won't be long."
Her body was wasting from not eating.
Her meds were upped for pain control.
We went back to rest, then at 3:15 a.m. we got the call.
(R.I.P. Barbara, you will be missed)
She ate some, appetite was diminishing.
She could walk to the commode a couple times a day.
Her hair was gone, covered by a wig.
Taking morphine like candy, dosage continuing to be increased.
She rested and would chat and laugh in between.
Hallucinations sadly began.
Switched to delotted, maximum home dose reached.
Taken by ambulance, willing to go.
Doctor said, "It won't be long."
Her body was wasting from not eating.
Her meds were upped for pain control.
We went back to rest, then at 3:15 a.m. we got the call.
(R.I.P. Barbara, you will be missed)
Week 11: THEME
Water
One can drink it to stay hydrated.
It flushes toxins from the body.
One can not survive without it.
Children love to swim and play in it.
Adults enjoy boating and fishing in it.
Sometimes it's chlorinated and sometimes fluoridated.
In Bangor, people have to pay for it.
It's bottles and sometime put in gallons.
It feeds trees, flowers and plants.
Sitting by it is relaxing and rejuvenating.
In some places, they have shortages.
It covers a large percentage of our world.
Life without it, would not exist.
One can drink it to stay hydrated.
It flushes toxins from the body.
One can not survive without it.
Children love to swim and play in it.
Adults enjoy boating and fishing in it.
Sometimes it's chlorinated and sometimes fluoridated.
In Bangor, people have to pay for it.
It's bottles and sometime put in gallons.
It feeds trees, flowers and plants.
Sitting by it is relaxing and rejuvenating.
In some places, they have shortages.
It covers a large percentage of our world.
Life without it, would not exist.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Week 7: THEME
Her appearance is neat and clean. She looks wholesome and kind. She has long red hair and dresses real nice. She's about 5'5 and 125 pounds. She's outgoing and full of spunk. Her smile is genuine, it lights up her face.
She's funny and cute. She can be sweet. She giggles and makes others laugh.
She's also tomboyish, loves to get dirty. You can find her four wheeling and mudding in big trucks. She loves attention and likes to have fun.
Don't piss her off, she has another side! She throws things, I've seen them fly! Don't insult her or someone she loves. Her words will rip you apart! "Fuck you, you piece of shit!", I've heard her yell! Words you wouldn't think come out of her mouth! The big dent she kicked in the car is still there. There are holes in the wall in her apartment. Outside she seems fine, but inside she torments herself! She called him a liar and punched him right in the face! She wrapped a cell phone cord around hr boyfriends neck! She can get crazy, obviously violent.
She's fucked up, pain runs deep. She needs help, but never listens! She means well, but gets out of control! She fits the stereotype "spitfire" all too well.
She has her good days, but look out for bad!
She's funny and cute. She can be sweet. She giggles and makes others laugh.
She's also tomboyish, loves to get dirty. You can find her four wheeling and mudding in big trucks. She loves attention and likes to have fun.
Don't piss her off, she has another side! She throws things, I've seen them fly! Don't insult her or someone she loves. Her words will rip you apart! "Fuck you, you piece of shit!", I've heard her yell! Words you wouldn't think come out of her mouth! The big dent she kicked in the car is still there. There are holes in the wall in her apartment. Outside she seems fine, but inside she torments herself! She called him a liar and punched him right in the face! She wrapped a cell phone cord around hr boyfriends neck! She can get crazy, obviously violent.
She's fucked up, pain runs deep. She needs help, but never listens! She means well, but gets out of control! She fits the stereotype "spitfire" all too well.
She has her good days, but look out for bad!
Week 9: Prompt 42A. Try one of these: Subtotals
Number of apartments lived in: 6, Number of homes owned: 2, Number of cars owned: 9, Number of times went skydiving: 0, Number of pairs of jeans own now: 3, Number of pets: 1, Number of pairs of shoes: 4, Number of fire pits dug: 2, Number of times hair colored: 31, Number of times played draw something: 52, Number of times told someone off: 12, Number of times had stitches: 4, Number of times went fishing: 3, Number of times given birth: 4, Number of other births witnessed: 2, Number of times stained shirt: 36, Number of times slept in car: 4, Number of college exams taken: 192, Number of classes missed: 3. Number of times cried 2,362. Number of mistakes made: 876, Number of mistakes learned from: 124, Number of time eaten lobster: 67, Number of times drank beer: 11, Number of times drunk: 14, Number of hockey games watched: 45, Number of wrestling meets attended: 12, Number of times coached: 2, Number of times drove scooter: 14, Number of times caught speeding: 23, Number of tickets: 3, Number of anxiety attacks: 67, Number of countries visited: 2, Number of times frustrated with kids: 9,786 x 4, Number of times tell kids I love them in a day: 4, Number of times given advice 21,432, Number of times received advice: 2,146, Number of times taken: 6. Number of blonde moments: 642, Number of doctor visits last 2 years: 0, Number of diets tried: 62, Number of diets failed: 61, Number of pounds lost: 70. Number of times broke a nail: 42, Number of vacations taken: 18, Number of times said "told you so": 87. Number of times I wondered other subtotals I could use: 31.
Week 8: Prompt 34. The things I see as I walk along the street, that's heaven to me.
It's cold and bitter. It's raining again, as expected, this is Seattle. No boats, no people, just miles of sand and miles of water. Moss covered rocks, most of them wet. Tree branches washed up ashore, now turned into driftwood. An old shoe, just one, up on the rocks, I wonder was it dropped? The chill in the air makes my nose begin to run.
A couple shells here and there. A baby crab flipped over on it's back on moss covered rocks. Being pecked at by seagulls.
The smell, is stagnant and stale.
A couple shells here and there. A baby crab flipped over on it's back on moss covered rocks. Being pecked at by seagulls.
The smell, is stagnant and stale.
It's quiet yet peaceful. I think as I walk along, how she lay there, flying on morphine. It's sad, it wont be long. We wait as I walk, alone, in the cool crisp air.
WEEK 3: Theme
A group of people were having a discussion about vitamins and weight loss product, a few innocent bystanders listen to the conversation.
There always has to be a thorn in every rose.
Julie: "Let me remind you all that this is how people support one another. We don't need to be negative, it only discourages others. When people hear us complain, it sets the stage."
Carrie: "I love the support, it's like my other family."
Heidi: "I've lost over 80 pounds. I love these products. I don't know anyone that doesn't. It's too bad people have to bad mouth and make it a problem for others."
Jason: "So, let me get this right, were only supposed to say positive things? What if there are negative things I want to say? Isn't that bias?"
Julie: "We're here to support each other, not to discourage."
Jason: "So, if someone doesn't like something we're not supposed to voice that?"
I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer. I despise negativity. Why can't he see the good in this?!
"I have to say, what one person doesn't like the taste of, another might like. We all have our own unique taste buds. I eat things I don't care for because they are beneficial to my health!"
Heidi: "I agree. Supporting each other through this in a positive light is what helps people reach their goals. Losing weight is difficult enough."
Jason: "So, yeah, that vitamin, I love the taste of it! mmmmm..."
Julie: "See, that's what we need. For people to know the good things and that it works."
Carrie: "I like it in my water."
Jason: "That's what I thought!"
There always has to be a thorn in every rose.
Julie: "Let me remind you all that this is how people support one another. We don't need to be negative, it only discourages others. When people hear us complain, it sets the stage."
Carrie: "I love the support, it's like my other family."
Heidi: "I've lost over 80 pounds. I love these products. I don't know anyone that doesn't. It's too bad people have to bad mouth and make it a problem for others."
Jason: "So, let me get this right, were only supposed to say positive things? What if there are negative things I want to say? Isn't that bias?"
Julie: "We're here to support each other, not to discourage."
Jason: "So, if someone doesn't like something we're not supposed to voice that?"
I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer. I despise negativity. Why can't he see the good in this?!
"I have to say, what one person doesn't like the taste of, another might like. We all have our own unique taste buds. I eat things I don't care for because they are beneficial to my health!"
Heidi: "I agree. Supporting each other through this in a positive light is what helps people reach their goals. Losing weight is difficult enough."
Jason: "So, yeah, that vitamin, I love the taste of it! mmmmm..."
Julie: "See, that's what we need. For people to know the good things and that it works."
Carrie: "I like it in my water."
Jason: "That's what I thought!"
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Week 14: Piece 2
The silent act / The cold shoulder
No words, what does it mean?
1. Bug off
2. leave me alone
3. tired or hungry
4. need a nap
5. maybe your just not interesting.
6. Nothing to say
7. something to do
8. in a hurry, don't have time right now
9. don't like the topic
10.avoiding the topic
And possibly don't want to talk
Still, they keep talking!
No words, what does it mean?
1. Bug off
2. leave me alone
3. tired or hungry
4. need a nap
5. maybe your just not interesting.
6. Nothing to say
7. something to do
8. in a hurry, don't have time right now
9. don't like the topic
10.avoiding the topic
And possibly don't want to talk
Still, they keep talking!
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Week 14: Piece 1
He came from a poor hard working family. His father was the local town dog catcher and had a farm with cows, pigs, and chickens that fed his family. They also had a vegetable garden and all the kids helped out. He had five siblings, three sisters and two brothers.
You hear about how those meat eaters can head for trouble, well, this family was full of it!
The old man, had his first heart attack by 32! He kept on going, caring for the farm busting his ass. Finally the next heart attack at 52 landed him in Cary Medical Center, in good 'ol Aroostook county. His ticker still worked, it was the intestinal blockage that got 'em.
The sisters, all three, don't know how, as ironic as it seems, all had their heart attacks at 32! Smokers, hell yeah, they all smoked, except him, like chimneys! Not anymore! One ended up with stents, the other two made it alright.
The old lady, first heart attack in her forties. She quits smoking, of course, and carries on. At sixty eight she goes in to have her gallbladder removed, her heart can't handle the surgery, she joins her husband.
Brother number 1, diabetic, quadruple bypass at 42. One day, last November, he's outside playing with his granddaughter, second heart attack at 62, dead! May he rest in peace.
Brother number 2, as the story goes, he was adopted. Has some sort of blood relation to the others. Blood pressure is his challenge, for now.
The only non smoker, thinks he's in the clear. He has always been a very active, hard worker, bust's his ass like his father did. He never touched a cigarette and never watched what he ate. He always looked good, construction work will do that to you! Last summer, aged 59, you guessed it! Actively having a heart attack two days later he makes a promise to his daughters to go to the hospital AFTER he gives a job estimate! Six blockages, 4 at 70%, two at 90%, he wondered for years what was causing dizzy spells! The doctors didn't know! He wants to jump off the bed and leave cause he's got too much work to do! Someone convinces him to call the contractors, "I'll be out of work for a couple weeks," he tells them. Two weeks later, he has a new outlook on life. He decides it's time take it easy and watch his diet.
Update 2012, just like his father, ticker still going. Busting his ass to make a living, too busy again to worry about his eating. It's just easier, so back to his old ways. Hoping his leg vein they used for 6 bypasses, lasts for a while, he's got work to do.
You hear about how those meat eaters can head for trouble, well, this family was full of it!
The old man, had his first heart attack by 32! He kept on going, caring for the farm busting his ass. Finally the next heart attack at 52 landed him in Cary Medical Center, in good 'ol Aroostook county. His ticker still worked, it was the intestinal blockage that got 'em.
The sisters, all three, don't know how, as ironic as it seems, all had their heart attacks at 32! Smokers, hell yeah, they all smoked, except him, like chimneys! Not anymore! One ended up with stents, the other two made it alright.
The old lady, first heart attack in her forties. She quits smoking, of course, and carries on. At sixty eight she goes in to have her gallbladder removed, her heart can't handle the surgery, she joins her husband.
Brother number 1, diabetic, quadruple bypass at 42. One day, last November, he's outside playing with his granddaughter, second heart attack at 62, dead! May he rest in peace.
Brother number 2, as the story goes, he was adopted. Has some sort of blood relation to the others. Blood pressure is his challenge, for now.
The only non smoker, thinks he's in the clear. He has always been a very active, hard worker, bust's his ass like his father did. He never touched a cigarette and never watched what he ate. He always looked good, construction work will do that to you! Last summer, aged 59, you guessed it! Actively having a heart attack two days later he makes a promise to his daughters to go to the hospital AFTER he gives a job estimate! Six blockages, 4 at 70%, two at 90%, he wondered for years what was causing dizzy spells! The doctors didn't know! He wants to jump off the bed and leave cause he's got too much work to do! Someone convinces him to call the contractors, "I'll be out of work for a couple weeks," he tells them. Two weeks later, he has a new outlook on life. He decides it's time take it easy and watch his diet.
Update 2012, just like his father, ticker still going. Busting his ass to make a living, too busy again to worry about his eating. It's just easier, so back to his old ways. Hoping his leg vein they used for 6 bypasses, lasts for a while, he's got work to do.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Week 2: THEME (26 years)
It was the summer of 69 and I don't mean Brian Adams! August when I arrived.
Though I don't remember much 'cept that when I was five, my little sister came along. I'd hang out with dad, we'd go to watch the stock car races in Limestone, Maine. Yup, I'm a county girl!
We left when I was 7, Daytona bound. Too bad it only lasted a month, my dad couldn't stand the heat! So, back to the county, only this time a new town. It was still pretty much the same everyone knew everyone. Somehow, many were related.
Summer of 79, we planted roots in P.I. It was okay, I made some close friends. Levi's and Nike's, if I wanted my own, I had to earn my own money! I guess it was rough, having young parents. We got by.
P.I. High til my junior year. Then I had enough of that, it was time for a change. I made a big move, to Eagle Lake. 1987, Fort Kent graduate.
The end of '87, U.S. Navy looked great. That lasted over a year. Met prince charming in boot camp and got me a family. It was 1995, I found my family, was just us three. Back to Maine but not the county! 21 with two kids, we got by. I took them to watch stock car races, it's funny how things come back around.
Though I don't remember much 'cept that when I was five, my little sister came along. I'd hang out with dad, we'd go to watch the stock car races in Limestone, Maine. Yup, I'm a county girl!
We left when I was 7, Daytona bound. Too bad it only lasted a month, my dad couldn't stand the heat! So, back to the county, only this time a new town. It was still pretty much the same everyone knew everyone. Somehow, many were related.
Summer of 79, we planted roots in P.I. It was okay, I made some close friends. Levi's and Nike's, if I wanted my own, I had to earn my own money! I guess it was rough, having young parents. We got by.
P.I. High til my junior year. Then I had enough of that, it was time for a change. I made a big move, to Eagle Lake. 1987, Fort Kent graduate.
The end of '87, U.S. Navy looked great. That lasted over a year. Met prince charming in boot camp and got me a family. It was 1995, I found my family, was just us three. Back to Maine but not the county! 21 with two kids, we got by. I took them to watch stock car races, it's funny how things come back around.
Week 5: REWRITE THEME
It was a hot summer day and we like to get out. So we went to a friends for a bar-b-que. It wasnice out, I love to bar-b-que. It wasn't my idea, but I went along for the ride. They like my cooking and I love to cook, so what the hell, I didn't mind. I fired up the grill and cooked up a meal. I'm a nutritionist, yeah, I know how to cook. They liked my cooking, it's usually healthy. We ate and I found myself in the kitchen, hands in the sink. You guessed it dishes! I got a little irritated that I cook and then get stuck with the dishes too!
We went for a walk, our friend has a few acres, there's a lot to see. The trees were blossoming, flowers full bloom. The wife said, "let's help her!" Our friend had trouble moving about. She hoped on the rider and began to mow. She handed me the weed wacker and sent me away. Not what I expected, did it anyway. What the hell, cook, dishes, and weed wacking too!
The lawn looked good, my hair a mess! I got caught up under those trees!
We looked around, talked a bit, and joked around. Someone mentioned a fire pit. I dug one at home and our friend loved it! My wife grabbed a shovel, dug once, then twice. It somehow ended up in my hand, while the other two sat! Turns out, I dug another great fire pit!
I don't mind helping out a friend in need but there is a limit. What was supposed to be a fun day hanging out with a friend turned out to be a bunch of 'to-do's' crossed off her friggin list! I could have stayed home and worked on my own!
It was one hell of a day! It was nice to go home. I didn't do much when I got there. It was time for some much needed R & R!
Next time I'm invited to a bar-b-que, I'll do JUST THAT!
We went for a walk, our friend has a few acres, there's a lot to see. The trees were blossoming, flowers full bloom. The wife said, "let's help her!" Our friend had trouble moving about. She hoped on the rider and began to mow. She handed me the weed wacker and sent me away. Not what I expected, did it anyway. What the hell, cook, dishes, and weed wacking too!
The lawn looked good, my hair a mess! I got caught up under those trees!
We looked around, talked a bit, and joked around. Someone mentioned a fire pit. I dug one at home and our friend loved it! My wife grabbed a shovel, dug once, then twice. It somehow ended up in my hand, while the other two sat! Turns out, I dug another great fire pit!
I don't mind helping out a friend in need but there is a limit. What was supposed to be a fun day hanging out with a friend turned out to be a bunch of 'to-do's' crossed off her friggin list! I could have stayed home and worked on my own!
It was one hell of a day! It was nice to go home. I didn't do much when I got there. It was time for some much needed R & R!
Next time I'm invited to a bar-b-que, I'll do JUST THAT!
Week 5: Prompt 20. The battle begins!
We moved to Presque Isle when I was ten. My little sister was five. Being the older sister, yup, you guessed it, I have the pleasure of getting her ready for school in the morning, walking her to the bus, watching her after school and yup, watching her on Saturday nights so our parents could go out! What a joy!
Now I love my sister, don't get me wrong. When I was about fifteen, I had better things to do than to have my kid sister tag along and go everywhere I went.
I'd have friends meet me at the park and I'd let her hang at the playground while I would wander down the trail. I'd come back a few hours later, hell, she'd still be there! It was my mother's way of keeping her eye on me. Through my sister!
I remember the night I gave her money and took her to McDonald's, I told her to stay there that I would be back. Little did she know she'd be there for hours while the bf and I went for a ride, well, parking really, what can I say?
So she got a little wiser. She like money. Like mother, like daughter! I started babysitting and she knew I had cash. So, that's when the fun <sarcasm> began! I would have friends over as soon as my parents would leave. Sometimes we'd stay, sometimes we'd leave. Sometimes just girls, sometimes a boy. I'd have to pay the little shit to keep her mouth shut! She'd threaten to tell, so I'd pay her more! Sometimes she'd tell, oh then there was hell!
Now I love my sister, don't get me wrong. When I was about fifteen, I had better things to do than to have my kid sister tag along and go everywhere I went.
I'd have friends meet me at the park and I'd let her hang at the playground while I would wander down the trail. I'd come back a few hours later, hell, she'd still be there! It was my mother's way of keeping her eye on me. Through my sister!
I remember the night I gave her money and took her to McDonald's, I told her to stay there that I would be back. Little did she know she'd be there for hours while the bf and I went for a ride, well, parking really, what can I say?
So she got a little wiser. She like money. Like mother, like daughter! I started babysitting and she knew I had cash. So, that's when the fun <sarcasm> began! I would have friends over as soon as my parents would leave. Sometimes we'd stay, sometimes we'd leave. Sometimes just girls, sometimes a boy. I'd have to pay the little shit to keep her mouth shut! She'd threaten to tell, so I'd pay her more! Sometimes she'd tell, oh then there was hell!
Week 13: Prompt 65. In the drawer is a box made of carved and joined bits of driftwood, which holds objects meaningless to anyone else but sacred, precious, unforgettable to you...
When I was a teenager, I did some a really odd thing. In my room, in my dresser, I kept a photo album.
In that album I kept my memories, neatly organized, all dated in chronological order.
In the beginning there was a photo or two. I saved movie ticket stubs with the date and name of movie on it. As I continued to fill the pages, I saved straw wrappers and candy wrappers, each with it's own special meaning. I saved little notes and included greeting cards all dated in the upper right hand corner. Score sheets from card games, a feather I found on the ground had special places in my special book.
Odd, I know, but on each page, filled from left to right, carefully placed, depicted a meaningful memory for me!
In that album I kept my memories, neatly organized, all dated in chronological order.
In the beginning there was a photo or two. I saved movie ticket stubs with the date and name of movie on it. As I continued to fill the pages, I saved straw wrappers and candy wrappers, each with it's own special meaning. I saved little notes and included greeting cards all dated in the upper right hand corner. Score sheets from card games, a feather I found on the ground had special places in my special book.
Odd, I know, but on each page, filled from left to right, carefully placed, depicted a meaningful memory for me!
Monday, April 23, 2012
Week 13: Prompt 65. In the drawer is a box made of carved and joined bits of driftwood, which holds objects meaningless to anyone else but sacred, precious, unforgettable to you...
In the garage, there are some plastic totes. In those totes are photographs, most of them old. In those lay memories, past but not forgotten.
Little laughters, sometimes tears. First was one, then two, then three, and now four. Yup, all boys.
Trips to the park, birthday parties. Progressing to roads trips to Virginia Beach and family vacations in Maine.
The little O'sh G'osh jeans, then bigger jeans. Photo's of you wearing Aeropostle and American Eagle. School dances, senior pictures, first girlfriends and then some of graduation.
Last ones in there include motorcycles, cars and bar-b-ques.
Where have the years all gone?
Little laughters, sometimes tears. First was one, then two, then three, and now four. Yup, all boys.
Trips to the park, birthday parties. Progressing to roads trips to Virginia Beach and family vacations in Maine.
The little O'sh G'osh jeans, then bigger jeans. Photo's of you wearing Aeropostle and American Eagle. School dances, senior pictures, first girlfriends and then some of graduation.
Last ones in there include motorcycles, cars and bar-b-ques.
Where have the years all gone?
Week 13: Prompt 63. REWRITE To see a world in a grain of sand. and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. -William Blake
When I look at the world, I get overwhelmed. I see problems, issues, sadness, and the ugly truth. It's gut wrenching to watch the things and issues people fight over or disagree about. Politics, money, health care, and equality to name a few. Has life really come to just that? War, greed, prejudices, discomfort, all too concerning to me and many. Things I see on the news, hear on the radio, another kid shot at school, when will society learn?
Do we really need war? What are we trying to prove? Money, another issue, America has reached is highest debt. We're broke; yet we continue to keep on giving to other countries! I don't get it. Cutting American programs, supporting others. Letting our neighbors and our children suffer.
Can we all just stop for a moment and take a reality check? Really, if we could just see that it's just plain crazy; to fight, bicker, protest, etc. over those things! We make them big, but in reality are they really as big as they seem? I am active in my interests for the sake of others. I do my part and role model to help.
I embrace what I have, I try not to take things for granted, I appreciate those willing to help and sacrifice. I don't judge, it is not my place. I treat others as I, myself, want to be treated. I am kind and thoughtful. I am thankful to have food in our country, as others don't. I am grateful I can go to the store a choose my own groceries. I count my blessings that I have healthcare available in my country and medicine when needed!
I think if others could see the world through the eyes of a cancer patient, knowing their days are numbered, or through the eyes of the newborn that is on life support. Only then, will they truly understand, truly appreciate, that what we do have, is something to be grateful for. I am grateful everyday to have another day, another hour, another minute, another second!
Do we really need war? What are we trying to prove? Money, another issue, America has reached is highest debt. We're broke; yet we continue to keep on giving to other countries! I don't get it. Cutting American programs, supporting others. Letting our neighbors and our children suffer.
Can we all just stop for a moment and take a reality check? Really, if we could just see that it's just plain crazy; to fight, bicker, protest, etc. over those things! We make them big, but in reality are they really as big as they seem? I am active in my interests for the sake of others. I do my part and role model to help.
I embrace what I have, I try not to take things for granted, I appreciate those willing to help and sacrifice. I don't judge, it is not my place. I treat others as I, myself, want to be treated. I am kind and thoughtful. I am thankful to have food in our country, as others don't. I am grateful I can go to the store a choose my own groceries. I count my blessings that I have healthcare available in my country and medicine when needed!
I think if others could see the world through the eyes of a cancer patient, knowing their days are numbered, or through the eyes of the newborn that is on life support. Only then, will they truly understand, truly appreciate, that what we do have, is something to be grateful for. I am grateful everyday to have another day, another hour, another minute, another second!
Week 13: THEME Big to small
I love to learn! Education is very important to me. I started college in 2006. Mother of four with a busy and demanding lifestyle I knew it was going to be tough.
I went in through the Onward program, wanting to double major and go to med school. Leading study groups, joining co-ed sororities, nutrition club, I did it all. It was a lot on my plate. I went in full force, taking 15 credits per semester. Two years, three years, four years, including summers. The momentum started to give. I could feel the wind being blown from my sails!
Year six, since the first didn't count. One major, I've decided is going to be enough. This semester, my final semester, 6 credits. Still busy with a demanding schedule, pushing through classes, one by one. Knocked out my forestry class last week, keeping up with english, biochem lab exam earlier today. One class at a time, one assignment at a time, I'm pushing through it. Twelve more days 'til graduation, then eleven, then ten.
I went in through the Onward program, wanting to double major and go to med school. Leading study groups, joining co-ed sororities, nutrition club, I did it all. It was a lot on my plate. I went in full force, taking 15 credits per semester. Two years, three years, four years, including summers. The momentum started to give. I could feel the wind being blown from my sails!
Year six, since the first didn't count. One major, I've decided is going to be enough. This semester, my final semester, 6 credits. Still busy with a demanding schedule, pushing through classes, one by one. Knocked out my forestry class last week, keeping up with english, biochem lab exam earlier today. One class at a time, one assignment at a time, I'm pushing through it. Twelve more days 'til graduation, then eleven, then ten.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Week 12: Prompt 61 A. Ways to Leave Your Lover!
You've though about leaving for years, you just didn't know how. You ponder and ponder but the answers just don't come to you. Let me lend you a few suggestions or things you might consider.
Write a letter of explanation, why it didn't work and that your not coming back.
Take a trip but make sure it's only a one way ticket.
Take the dog and get in your car and just drive in on direction~away!
Tell him you've gone to get milk.
Trade in the car he bought you for your birthday and register the new one in another country!
Leave a letter on his pillow, signed, by your new man.
Explain that you love him and that's why it's over.
Make a nice candlelit dinner, tell him your going to slip into something more comfortable and slip out the window.
Leave a letter on the bed telling him all the good qualities he has, how great a person he is and that he will find someone to love him for his qualities.
Tell him you have enjoyed the years you've had together, the roads you've traveled and this is where your journey begins.
Tidy up the house, leave fresh flowers on his pillow, leave his favorite dinner in the oven with the timer set to go off when he walks in and then leave!
Thank him for all that he has done for you, for helping you become the person that you are today, then slam the door and leave!
Write a letter of explanation, why it didn't work and that your not coming back.
Take a trip but make sure it's only a one way ticket.
Take the dog and get in your car and just drive in on direction~away!
Tell him you've gone to get milk.
Trade in the car he bought you for your birthday and register the new one in another country!
Leave a letter on his pillow, signed, by your new man.
Explain that you love him and that's why it's over.
Make a nice candlelit dinner, tell him your going to slip into something more comfortable and slip out the window.
Leave a letter on the bed telling him all the good qualities he has, how great a person he is and that he will find someone to love him for his qualities.
Tell him you have enjoyed the years you've had together, the roads you've traveled and this is where your journey begins.
Tidy up the house, leave fresh flowers on his pillow, leave his favorite dinner in the oven with the timer set to go off when he walks in and then leave!
Thank him for all that he has done for you, for helping you become the person that you are today, then slam the door and leave!
Week 12: (REWRITE/EDITED) Prompt 59. The door slammed, and I never looked back.
I've spent six long years in college. I never went when I was younger. My first year was sort of a refresher, I had been out for 19 years. I finally feel the end coming near, I begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I have worked hard, much harder than I thought I would need to. They told us along the way how great our education will be, I have learned a lot. I am grateful for the experience. New knowledge is wonderful! I was told how opportunity will be everywhere with a degree, I'm still searching as I count the days to graduation. Though I'm excited, it's a little frightening!
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Week 12: Prompt 58. I met the most amazing person.
January 2010 is when we met. Took a drive down to the water front. It was cold, it was dark, it was winter in Maine. I pulled in not knowing what to expect. I walk over to her truck and climbed inside. We sat there for hours just talking. We talked about how I had children and how I was done with their father. Talked about school and the journey I was taking. She talked about her mom, and how she was ill, dying of cancer. She mentioned that she wasn't looking, the last was on and off for five years and she was 'all set'. I wasn't looking either, I was still in a mess. We agreed, neither were looking. Six months later, we got married on Hampton Beach in New Hampshire.
Week 12: THEME REWRITE
It's getting sunny, I can feel the edge of summer ready to burst. Just returned from Maryland's 70 degree weather a month ago. Yes, living in Maine, things take a little longer to hit this far up north. My flowers have started to bloom as I can see my chives beginning to grow too! The sunshine rises about 6 a.m. I enjoy the warmth as I drive to get my morning coffee. I bought a tanning package this week to get a head start. Summer is coming, I thought, til I woke up to windy, chilling, rainy 30 degree weather this morning!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Week 11: Prompt 55
Prompt 55. Sometimes humans are defined as tool-using animals. Nowadays, the scientists talk about chimps both making and using tools, but, hey, we're Number One! Tools in their chests, drawers, and wallracks; tools scattered on the table; tools used and unused, new and old; tools of love, tools of war, tools of work, tools of play. Tools can say a lot.
Animals have tools, yet they can't be seen. You can't touch them or see them but they exist. They have love for their young, and skills to nurture. Their sense of smell is their best tool. It keeps them alive and finds them food. Their hearing, warns them from miles away of any coming danger. Their growl or vicious bark is a tool of self protection. Their kindness, ability to comfort, their loyalty, and unconditional love is the tool that domesticates them. Human's could learn a lot from them. Are we really number one?
Animals have tools, yet they can't be seen. You can't touch them or see them but they exist. They have love for their young, and skills to nurture. Their sense of smell is their best tool. It keeps them alive and finds them food. Their hearing, warns them from miles away of any coming danger. Their growl or vicious bark is a tool of self protection. Their kindness, ability to comfort, their loyalty, and unconditional love is the tool that domesticates them. Human's could learn a lot from them. Are we really number one?
Week 11: Prompt 54
"He ironed all of his shirts, except for the ones he threw away." http://onemillionfootnotes.blogspot.com/
He goes through his closet, all things hung with order, by color, by style. With pride, he showers and smells good. Everything is in it's place. No clutter, papers to the trash, even ones that should get filed. His car gets cleaned weekly, even when it's still clean. The four wheeler has to go through the car wash after going mudding. This goes here, and that goes there. Just they way he likes it. Sneakers are bright white, for if there's a spot it gets cleaned with a magic eraser. Jeans get ironed, won't leave the house wrinkled. Anything with a spot, or slightly out of date gets thrown away. Today, he ironed his shirts, the ones he decided to keep.
Sincerely,
~OCD
He goes through his closet, all things hung with order, by color, by style. With pride, he showers and smells good. Everything is in it's place. No clutter, papers to the trash, even ones that should get filed. His car gets cleaned weekly, even when it's still clean. The four wheeler has to go through the car wash after going mudding. This goes here, and that goes there. Just they way he likes it. Sneakers are bright white, for if there's a spot it gets cleaned with a magic eraser. Jeans get ironed, won't leave the house wrinkled. Anything with a spot, or slightly out of date gets thrown away. Today, he ironed his shirts, the ones he decided to keep.
Sincerely,
~OCD
Week 11: Prompt 52 Add from Uncle Henry's
"1981 Mercedes 380 Convertible w/hard soft top. Beautiful car. Only 54k miles."
It was 1981, mid life crisis. He bought her off the showroom floor. The marriage was a bit shaky, he'd get in and go for a cruise when things got rough. Garage kept, mint condition, always kept her squeaky clean. You never know when he might pick someone up and take them for a ride.
Top down, wind blowing through his long hippy hair. Doing 90 down the highway. What a way to clear his mind!
He'd get back, park her back in the garage. It was smooth sailing for a little while. When the Mrs. really got him wound, out she came again. The mileage tells he didn't go very far. Just far enough and long enough to put things into perspective, so he could cool off.
He was 40 then, now 71. The Mrs. has passed. What's an old man to do with a beauty like that, still clean, freshly waxed, parked in the garage. He knows his days are numbered. They never had children. What's the point of keeping it?
So there she is, Uncle Henry's classified.
It was 1981, mid life crisis. He bought her off the showroom floor. The marriage was a bit shaky, he'd get in and go for a cruise when things got rough. Garage kept, mint condition, always kept her squeaky clean. You never know when he might pick someone up and take them for a ride.
Top down, wind blowing through his long hippy hair. Doing 90 down the highway. What a way to clear his mind!
He'd get back, park her back in the garage. It was smooth sailing for a little while. When the Mrs. really got him wound, out she came again. The mileage tells he didn't go very far. Just far enough and long enough to put things into perspective, so he could cool off.
He was 40 then, now 71. The Mrs. has passed. What's an old man to do with a beauty like that, still clean, freshly waxed, parked in the garage. He knows his days are numbered. They never had children. What's the point of keeping it?
So there she is, Uncle Henry's classified.
Week 10: THEME (springboard idea used) You said...but, but, how was I supposed to know you meant--.
You said you loved me. I used to believe that. As a child, you held me, sang to me, you acted like you cared, until I was about five. I believed you and trusted you as any child does. The years past and things changed. You taught me children should be loved unconditionally in your own special way.
Fights, screaming, name calling, dysfunction, abuse...what a fucking nightmare! Your drunk again, coming home to hug me and tell me you love me. The words you speak when your drinking.
I'm being a smart ass and give dad a hug and am embarrassed because I know the reality. We don't really show affection in our family! It's just a front you like others to see. Behind those fucking walls, it feels like a living hell you know!
Thirteen years old, I jumped out my bedroom window. I couldn't take this shit no more. Two black eyes, choke marks, because of your drunk ass.
It was a great summer. I was allowed to hang out with friends. We went to the lake and listened to music. We'd walk around town and go catch a movie. The bar-b-ques were fun and so was playing frisbee in the park. It was fun to be a child that summer!
Then I cried to go back...because I LOVE...UNCONDITIONALLY.
I feel the pain, as I did when I was a child. I shouldn't engage, it's not my shit, It's hers. Yet again, I fall and reply, "It matters to me, very much so. I am who I am. Really? Than why do you say those things? <to her not needing me to get upset> Just because Maine doesn't RECOGNIZE it, doesn't meanit's not real. Accept it, everyone else has. Many create their own.<stress>"
Fights, screaming, name calling, dysfunction, abuse...what a fucking nightmare! Your drunk again, coming home to hug me and tell me you love me. The words you speak when your drinking.
I'm being a smart ass and give dad a hug and am embarrassed because I know the reality. We don't really show affection in our family! It's just a front you like others to see. Behind those fucking walls, it feels like a living hell you know!
Thirteen years old, I jumped out my bedroom window. I couldn't take this shit no more. Two black eyes, choke marks, because of your drunk ass.
It was a great summer. I was allowed to hang out with friends. We went to the lake and listened to music. We'd walk around town and go catch a movie. The bar-b-ques were fun and so was playing frisbee in the park. It was fun to be a child that summer!
Then I cried to go back...because I LOVE...UNCONDITIONALLY.
Just yesterday you
have the audacity to send me an email because you want to know what my last name
is on my checking account so you can give me a graduation gift. I told you I don't want or need anything. My degree is my gift.
I know what I needed, she couldn't give me. She never will, she is too ill.
I tell you my new married name that I have had for almost two years now, then you have to add your
bullshit. "...whatever
your name is don't matter. We know the laws in Maine. And I don't need
you to get upset about this. There is enough stress everywhere these days. You
know you are my daughter, and I do love you, that will never change.
Mom"
This is the same woman who fought with her sister ten years ago because her sister turned her back on her son because he was gay. He was dying of aids!
I feel the pain, as I did when I was a child. I shouldn't engage, it's not my shit, It's hers. Yet again, I fall and reply, "It matters to me, very much so. I am who I am. Really? Than why do you say those things? <to her not needing me to get upset> Just because Maine doesn't RECOGNIZE it, doesn't meanit's not real. Accept it, everyone else has. Many create their own.<stress>"
When I was little you said you loved me. Now I KNOW what you meant.
*(Couldn't get the font to be the same for some reason. Quotes were copied from actual email.)
Week 10: Prompt 50. If you don't believe I'm leaving, you can count the days I'm gone.
I told you for years. You didn't believe me. I can't stand you, I don't love you. I'm being completely honest. I don't want to live my life arguing over nothing all the time. I can't do it. My parents did that! Enough is enough! I've asked you to leave. I meant it! I was not kidding! You refused to go. Thirteen years of my life, the first few were okay. I've told you and I've told you. When will you get it?
I'm happy now. I have been for the past two and a half years. I met this woman, love of my life, who I'm happy to say is my wife.
Do you get it now? I'm gone! More than ever, I meant it! I'm not mean, it just wasn't there. Your still alone, I'm gone. You can count the days, the months, the years, I'm gone! No tears, no regrets, just gone.
I'm happy now. I have been for the past two and a half years. I met this woman, love of my life, who I'm happy to say is my wife.
Do you get it now? I'm gone! More than ever, I meant it! I'm not mean, it just wasn't there. Your still alone, I'm gone. You can count the days, the months, the years, I'm gone! No tears, no regrets, just gone.
Week 10: Prompt 48. Mother Nature, Gaia, holistic, and all-natural too.
I am very much into natural health. I have been for several years. I believe that the human body has the ability to heal itself. I'm not over religious but I do believe that God has given us everything that we need. It wasn't until 'man' (people) started inventing things for convenience and for the almighty dollar that people became so corrupted. They throw shit in our food to make us fat, which in turn makes us sick. Technology advancements, yeah, weapons of mass destruction. Like we really fucking need that!
I developed my own line of natural skin care products. I only use natural ingredient that come from Mother Nature. Olive oil, palm oil, coconut oil, beeswax, and essential oils. I make bar soap, lip balm, body butter, lotion bars, and deodorant. I love the stuff and so does everyone else that uses it!
As you can see, money...means nothing to me! I hate it.
I wish the world could see through my eyes.
I live holistic as nature intended, all natural by choice.
I developed my own line of natural skin care products. I only use natural ingredient that come from Mother Nature. Olive oil, palm oil, coconut oil, beeswax, and essential oils. I make bar soap, lip balm, body butter, lotion bars, and deodorant. I love the stuff and so does everyone else that uses it!
As you can see, money...means nothing to me! I hate it.
I wish the world could see through my eyes.
I live holistic as nature intended, all natural by choice.
Week 10: Prompt 43. The pin pricks your skin. You feel nothing.
I anticipate the chair with fear. I have passed out before. Just the thought of watching my own blood hit the end of the tube makes me queasy. My heart is racing.
What the hell is wrong with me? I am a certified phlebotomist. I worked in a lab and drew blood for a year and a half. It doesn't phase me in the least to poke someone and I reassure them when I sense they are nervous. I have to chuckle inside when these big machos come in and sweat rolls off of them.
As she labels the last vial, it's over. I'm still conscious.
What the hell is wrong with me? I am a certified phlebotomist. I worked in a lab and drew blood for a year and a half. It doesn't phase me in the least to poke someone and I reassure them when I sense they are nervous. I have to chuckle inside when these big machos come in and sweat rolls off of them.
As she labels the last vial, it's over. I'm still conscious.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Week 9: Prompt 42. Try one of these lists about yourself:
1. I like kind people.
2. I dislike rudeness and dishonesty.
3. I am patient.
4. I have four children, all boys.
5. Exercise doesn't always pay me.
6. I work and study hard.
7. I spend too much time reading labels and going to health food store.
8. I research way too much!
9. My experiences make me wise.
10. I smoke an ecig now.
11. My schedule is always packed.
12. I'm busy but can still be spontaneous.
13. My cooking is healthy and amazing, if you like ethnic and spicy.
14. My skills are many, phlebotomy, photography, accounting, and nutrition a few.
15. Sports are fun, soccer, volleyball, racquetball, and I watch wrestling.
16. I hate my car.
17. I love my gas mileage.
18. I've been divorced twice.
19. I married my wife.
20. I have a SPOILED, BAD, SPOILED BAD min pin and an adorable granddaughter.
21. I'm getting old but only in numbers.
(I'll end this one on 21, every year on my birthday when I'm asked my age, that is my reply :)
2. I dislike rudeness and dishonesty.
3. I am patient.
4. I have four children, all boys.
5. Exercise doesn't always pay me.
6. I work and study hard.
7. I spend too much time reading labels and going to health food store.
8. I research way too much!
9. My experiences make me wise.
10. I smoke an ecig now.
11. My schedule is always packed.
12. I'm busy but can still be spontaneous.
13. My cooking is healthy and amazing, if you like ethnic and spicy.
14. My skills are many, phlebotomy, photography, accounting, and nutrition a few.
15. Sports are fun, soccer, volleyball, racquetball, and I watch wrestling.
16. I hate my car.
17. I love my gas mileage.
18. I've been divorced twice.
19. I married my wife.
20. I have a SPOILED, BAD, SPOILED BAD min pin and an adorable granddaughter.
21. I'm getting old but only in numbers.
(I'll end this one on 21, every year on my birthday when I'm asked my age, that is my reply :)
Week 8: Prompt 36. A city street--
On foot, we saunter to the folk festival. Twenty minutes there and twenty to get back. Taking everything in, we talk about times and how they've changed. Our neighborhood is peaceful, pleasant, and clean, the closer we get to State Street, the worse it gets.
It's sort of ironic, walking down most of the tree streets, we can take in nature, watch the squirrels chasing each other, and hear the birds chirping. It's pretty quiet, not too much going on. Three blocks down, we hit State. The noise and sirens make you wonder what's happened now. Down the hill, through downtown, the shops are neat, though most of them closed by now, except places to eat and grab a beer.
Traffic, hell if you don't look both ways, your bound to get hit by a car. Kids are driving that shouldn't even have a license, talking to friends and texting instead of watching where their driving! Then up the hill, near the bus station, you can see the cloud of cigarette smoke linger and all you can smell is the reek of stale brew rolling off the bystanders. Ugh! What a nasty smell. It could make me puke!
Coming back, we hear sirens again, no surprise there! This woman is apparently high on something, talking to herself making strange hand gestures. The officer pulls over and walks up to her as she tries to get away. She's hollering, swearing, and lifts her shirt up. We kept walking down this city's street. Days like that kind of make me not want to walk down the city street.
It's sort of ironic, walking down most of the tree streets, we can take in nature, watch the squirrels chasing each other, and hear the birds chirping. It's pretty quiet, not too much going on. Three blocks down, we hit State. The noise and sirens make you wonder what's happened now. Down the hill, through downtown, the shops are neat, though most of them closed by now, except places to eat and grab a beer.
Traffic, hell if you don't look both ways, your bound to get hit by a car. Kids are driving that shouldn't even have a license, talking to friends and texting instead of watching where their driving! Then up the hill, near the bus station, you can see the cloud of cigarette smoke linger and all you can smell is the reek of stale brew rolling off the bystanders. Ugh! What a nasty smell. It could make me puke!
Coming back, we hear sirens again, no surprise there! This woman is apparently high on something, talking to herself making strange hand gestures. The officer pulls over and walks up to her as she tries to get away. She's hollering, swearing, and lifts her shirt up. We kept walking down this city's street. Days like that kind of make me not want to walk down the city street.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Week 8: Prompt 35. Three of them sitting there in complete silence.
When they were little, they got tossed in the tub together. The three of them, just easier than one by one. Two were mine and one was my dad's girlfiend's son. One was five, one three and the other only two. All boys, so I figured it was okay.
It was amusing, I would hear them giggle. They would laugh, they would splash, and make on hell of a mess. There was soap on the wall, bubbles on the floor and toys filled the tub. Who would have thought, matchbox cars in there too?!
When they's finish giggling and splashing, scrubbed down one by one. When it came to their hair, oh, how they hated it!
Three of them sitting there in complete silence, NOT! The little goofs!
It was amusing, I would hear them giggle. They would laugh, they would splash, and make on hell of a mess. There was soap on the wall, bubbles on the floor and toys filled the tub. Who would have thought, matchbox cars in there too?!
When they's finish giggling and splashing, scrubbed down one by one. When it came to their hair, oh, how they hated it!
Three of them sitting there in complete silence, NOT! The little goofs!
REWRITE: Week 7: Prompt 33. Imagine someone you know is taking this course and has decided to write about you.
I met a woman in my freshman year of college. She, at first, is kind
of quiet and reserved but when you get to know her, watch out! She
like's to have fun and can be quite a riot! In the summer you can find her around town. More than likely if it's nice, or well, atleast 50 degrees, she will be crusing downtown on her scooter. She's a trip, she loves to have a good time. She doesn't care how silly she looks or what others think. She's married to a woman now, who is just like her! They act like a couple of kids most times. They are both funny and love to laugh. Their laugh is infectious, guaranteed to bust a gut! That's why I love to hang out with them!
She is older, though you would never believe how old she is by looking at her or by how she acts. She's one of those "cool" mom's with a great sense of humor! Her older son's friends like to hang around and visit with her and their girlfriends adore her. Many of them call her 'mom.' Hell, she kept us younger college students in line and encouraged us to do well by leading study groups and literally lectured us when she felt we needed it, she may as well be our second mom too! Many of us students, even some that have graduated, still keep in touch with her, we do lunch or call for advice every now and then. She loves to hear from us!
She
likes to watch people, and is fascinated by the uniqueness in each of
us. She is different herself, in a good way, not like any average
person you would meet. She hides nothing and will talk about most anything to most anyone. Bravery and patience are second nature to her,
she is selflessness and compassionate to all. She is very kind and always
giving of herself in many ways. She'll buy you lunch if you forgot your lunch money, she'll encourage you to be yourself and screw what other people think! She drops what she's doing if you just need an ear or a little advice. Don't cross her though, she stands her ground for what she believes
in and don't mess with others in her presence, she will put you in your
place. She thinks nothing to say something to a perfect stranger who gets out of line!
She is older, though you would never believe how old she is by looking at her or by how she acts. She's one of those "cool" mom's with a great sense of humor! Her older son's friends like to hang around and visit with her and their girlfriends adore her. Many of them call her 'mom.' Hell, she kept us younger college students in line and encouraged us to do well by leading study groups and literally lectured us when she felt we needed it, she may as well be our second mom too! Many of us students, even some that have graduated, still keep in touch with her, we do lunch or call for advice every now and then. She loves to hear from us!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Week 7: Prompt 33. Imagine someone you know is taking this course and has decided to write about you. Write their piece for them!
I met a woman in my freshman year of college. She, at first, is kind of quiet and reserved but when you get to know her, watch out! She like's to have fun and can be quite a riot!
She is older, though you would never believe how old she is by looking at her or by how she acts. She's one of those "cool" mom's with a great sense of humor! Her older son's friends like to hang around and visit with her and their girlfriends adore her. Many of them call her 'mom.' Hell, she kept us younger college students in line and encouraged us to do well by leading study groups and literally lectured us when she felt we needed it, she may as well be our second mom too! Many of us students, even some that have graduated, still keep in touch with her, we do lunch or call for advice every now and then. She loves to hear from us!
She likes to watch people, and is fascinated by the uniqueness in each of us. She is different herself, in a good way, not like any average person you would meet. Bravery and patience are second nature to her, she is selflessness and compassionate to all. She is very kind and giving but don't cross her, she stands her ground for what she believes in and don't mess with others in her presence, she will put you in your place.
She is older, though you would never believe how old she is by looking at her or by how she acts. She's one of those "cool" mom's with a great sense of humor! Her older son's friends like to hang around and visit with her and their girlfriends adore her. Many of them call her 'mom.' Hell, she kept us younger college students in line and encouraged us to do well by leading study groups and literally lectured us when she felt we needed it, she may as well be our second mom too! Many of us students, even some that have graduated, still keep in touch with her, we do lunch or call for advice every now and then. She loves to hear from us!
Friday, March 16, 2012
Week 7: Prompt 34. --those short, very evocative, mysterious, and poetic grafs.
Cheryll Braden
Where are you? I used to have a blast hanging out at the park with the kids. You were always there when I needed an ear, you were a great friend. I loved our chats and how good you were at giving advice, even though we were both young. The last time I saw you was at your daughter's birthday party when you had moved to New Jersey. Then I moved back to Maine. I've looked for you through address changes and on facebook. I've even called your old numbers I found searching for you; they belong to someone else now. I will never forget you and our friendship! I miss you.
Where are you? I used to have a blast hanging out at the park with the kids. You were always there when I needed an ear, you were a great friend. I loved our chats and how good you were at giving advice, even though we were both young. The last time I saw you was at your daughter's birthday party when you had moved to New Jersey. Then I moved back to Maine. I've looked for you through address changes and on facebook. I've even called your old numbers I found searching for you; they belong to someone else now. I will never forget you and our friendship! I miss you.
Week 7: Prompt 32. Who's the last person you'd want to remember?
*This one's not worth a title, it wouldn't be kind.
Wow, did he have a sense of humor! I have never been attracted to a red head before. He was suave and came from a nice family. He was from Queens, N.Y. and liked to talk tough. You could tell by his large vocabulary that he was quite intelligent. He swept me off my feel, quite like a whirlwind.
Whirlwind it was. We met in boot camp, in Orlando, Florida, December 1987. We'd mail letters and hope we didn't get caught since fraternizing was taboo. I got stationed in Millington, Tennessee for air traffic control school while his A school was in Orlando. I caught wind of when he was taking leave and dropped out of air traffic control school two weeks before graduation so I could spend a week of leave with him in New York. It worked out well, I got to come to Maine and see my family for a week, then off to see him for the other week. His duty station was Norfolk, Virgina, I put that as my first request for mine, NAS Oceana in Virginia Beach as my second. After spending a week in New York, I went to my duty station in Virginia Beach. It was a long week but at least there were phone calls. Finally he arrived in Norfolk, he had promised to look me up. The next day he shows up at my door and we go for a ride. He asks, "what do you want to do tonight?" I replied, "I don't know, what do you want to do?" By my surprise, he says, "Let's get married!" Wow, eighteen and stupid, I tell him let's wait a week. Six days later, we're married! His mother about killed us! His father was pissed! Ironically, my father thought I was kidding when I told him, since we got married on April 1st!
Two weeks later I conceived our first son. I live in the barracks and he's on a ship. I scrape by on $800 a month and save for an apartment while he spend his on beer. Fourth of July weekend, we get an apartment. Wow, talk about fireworks! That's when the physical abuse started! What a fake m.f. he cried and was so apologetic!
He'd come home late or not at all and give me some bullshit story like he didn't have a ride. I walked into the club in Norfolk only to witness him working his charm on some skank sitting on his lap. My 5 month pregnant belly didn't seem to matter to either of them. So I kindly inform her, that's my husband she sitting on! He would have taken first place in a track meet, the speed he sprinted out that back door. Another night, looking for him, I went to a Go Go bar and the woman knows him by name! Excuses and bullshit was all that could come out of his mouth. So much for the sense of humor. He wasn't so funny and charming anymore!
Mr. Charm charmed his way onto the local police department when we moved to Pennsylvania. His intelligence helped him pass the psychological exams to get in. Yet, he could come home, beat his wife to the point of black eyes and stitches, and put his uniform on in the morning to serve and protect!
I lived that hell for 6 1/2 years. His girlfriend of one year was the last straw. I took my two little guys and moved back to Maine. It didn't take long after leaving to realize the sense of humor and charm was a cover up for the insecure, sick man that he is.
To say he is the last person I would want to remember would be too nice, he is, though, the first person I'd love to forget!
Wow, did he have a sense of humor! I have never been attracted to a red head before. He was suave and came from a nice family. He was from Queens, N.Y. and liked to talk tough. You could tell by his large vocabulary that he was quite intelligent. He swept me off my feel, quite like a whirlwind.
Whirlwind it was. We met in boot camp, in Orlando, Florida, December 1987. We'd mail letters and hope we didn't get caught since fraternizing was taboo. I got stationed in Millington, Tennessee for air traffic control school while his A school was in Orlando. I caught wind of when he was taking leave and dropped out of air traffic control school two weeks before graduation so I could spend a week of leave with him in New York. It worked out well, I got to come to Maine and see my family for a week, then off to see him for the other week. His duty station was Norfolk, Virgina, I put that as my first request for mine, NAS Oceana in Virginia Beach as my second. After spending a week in New York, I went to my duty station in Virginia Beach. It was a long week but at least there were phone calls. Finally he arrived in Norfolk, he had promised to look me up. The next day he shows up at my door and we go for a ride. He asks, "what do you want to do tonight?" I replied, "I don't know, what do you want to do?" By my surprise, he says, "Let's get married!" Wow, eighteen and stupid, I tell him let's wait a week. Six days later, we're married! His mother about killed us! His father was pissed! Ironically, my father thought I was kidding when I told him, since we got married on April 1st!
Two weeks later I conceived our first son. I live in the barracks and he's on a ship. I scrape by on $800 a month and save for an apartment while he spend his on beer. Fourth of July weekend, we get an apartment. Wow, talk about fireworks! That's when the physical abuse started! What a fake m.f. he cried and was so apologetic!
He'd come home late or not at all and give me some bullshit story like he didn't have a ride. I walked into the club in Norfolk only to witness him working his charm on some skank sitting on his lap. My 5 month pregnant belly didn't seem to matter to either of them. So I kindly inform her, that's my husband she sitting on! He would have taken first place in a track meet, the speed he sprinted out that back door. Another night, looking for him, I went to a Go Go bar and the woman knows him by name! Excuses and bullshit was all that could come out of his mouth. So much for the sense of humor. He wasn't so funny and charming anymore!
Mr. Charm charmed his way onto the local police department when we moved to Pennsylvania. His intelligence helped him pass the psychological exams to get in. Yet, he could come home, beat his wife to the point of black eyes and stitches, and put his uniform on in the morning to serve and protect!
I lived that hell for 6 1/2 years. His girlfriend of one year was the last straw. I took my two little guys and moved back to Maine. It didn't take long after leaving to realize the sense of humor and charm was a cover up for the insecure, sick man that he is.
To say he is the last person I would want to remember would be too nice, he is, though, the first person I'd love to forget!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Week 6: Prompt 27 The safest place in the world....
Hearing the sound of birds chirping coming up the crushed asphalt driveway. Facing the drive sits the two car garage, and house to the left. The screen door has slightly worn stain, and the inside door squeaks every now and then. The brown old wood floor is rustic, and the hardwood could use a clear coat.
The kitchen with the stone look wall is inviting. The smell of wood fills every room and sometimes a spicy candle too.
Unveiled windows fill the front where sunshine pours in and in the early evening sunset can be seen. Squirrels and birds can be seen eating from the feeders and playing in the yard.
The energy is calming, and peaceful. In the winter months, the pellet stove fills the place with heat and a faint firey light. The ambiance abducts those that enter.
Now you can see why this is my safe haven, to me, the safest place in the world. This is my home.
The kitchen with the stone look wall is inviting. The smell of wood fills every room and sometimes a spicy candle too.
Unveiled windows fill the front where sunshine pours in and in the early evening sunset can be seen. Squirrels and birds can be seen eating from the feeders and playing in the yard.
The energy is calming, and peaceful. In the winter months, the pellet stove fills the place with heat and a faint firey light. The ambiance abducts those that enter.
Now you can see why this is my safe haven, to me, the safest place in the world. This is my home.
Week 6: Prompt 29 When you finally arrived, it was nothing like you imagined...
Two years ago to date (February 19, 2010) I had to go to Seattle to help care for my terminally ill mother in law who passed a month later. Her dream of traveling had come to a standstill when she was diagnosed with cancer.
Upon my arrival, entering the RV Park, it was a quiet quaint little place. RV's filled every spot in the park. People everywhere, some visiting, some walking. The porch had an indoor-outdoor carpet that was weathered from the good ol' Seattle rain. A ramp connected for Heidi (the family dog) to walk down to go potty. The grill camouflaged by a layer of grease, bag of trash needing to find it's way to the dumpster, and a commode took residence on the deck. Upon entering, a walker stood in the livingroom area, bears covered the shelves. The smell of fresh roses drifted from the two dozen long stems by the bedside. Shades were opened wide, the sun was shining in brightly. The kitchen table had been folded down and mattress upon it for sleeping. Thirty three days later, we returned to Maine.
February 18th, we got an unexpected call, Father in law just passed. February 19th again, we arrive at Seatac Airport.
Pulling into the RV park was different this time. The moldy, stagnant smell lingered, several lots were empty, no one was around and many had passed. Heidi, too, was gone. It wasn't how we left it, it wasn't what we expected. The porch was empty, bears were boxed. The closets were bare. On the table sat food and dishes that had been pulled from the cupboards. Carpets were soiled and a film so thick on the windows, one could hardly see. The walls were yellowed from smoke and grime. The clock that hung over the door was found in the bedroom laid on the bed. Photos stacked on the benches by the table. This time, there was no sun, only rain.
It wasn't what we remembered, it wasn't what we imagined.
Upon my arrival, entering the RV Park, it was a quiet quaint little place. RV's filled every spot in the park. People everywhere, some visiting, some walking. The porch had an indoor-outdoor carpet that was weathered from the good ol' Seattle rain. A ramp connected for Heidi (the family dog) to walk down to go potty. The grill camouflaged by a layer of grease, bag of trash needing to find it's way to the dumpster, and a commode took residence on the deck. Upon entering, a walker stood in the livingroom area, bears covered the shelves. The smell of fresh roses drifted from the two dozen long stems by the bedside. Shades were opened wide, the sun was shining in brightly. The kitchen table had been folded down and mattress upon it for sleeping. Thirty three days later, we returned to Maine.
February 18th, we got an unexpected call, Father in law just passed. February 19th again, we arrive at Seatac Airport.
Pulling into the RV park was different this time. The moldy, stagnant smell lingered, several lots were empty, no one was around and many had passed. Heidi, too, was gone. It wasn't how we left it, it wasn't what we expected. The porch was empty, bears were boxed. The closets were bare. On the table sat food and dishes that had been pulled from the cupboards. Carpets were soiled and a film so thick on the windows, one could hardly see. The walls were yellowed from smoke and grime. The clock that hung over the door was found in the bedroom laid on the bed. Photos stacked on the benches by the table. This time, there was no sun, only rain.
It wasn't what we remembered, it wasn't what we imagined.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Week 6: Prompt 26 You haven't been there since you were little. Now you go back....
Though I was only three years old, I can still remember the fire, the house, and the neighbors. The house sat at 36 Pine Street in Van Buren, Maine. It had an older look to it, of course this was the seventies, it was a two story house with a basement and a detached garage, country blue in color. The front door was always inviting with the smell of homemade cookies and fudge. The rust colored carpeting and gold colored appliances stood out as if to invite you in. A wall of mirrors behind the sofa hung in the living-room reflecting all that went on in there. The stairway creaked all the way up to my toy filled playroom. The gravel driveway was short and there was a lawn to the left. The Cote's lived to the left and Madore's to the right. The last look I had of this place was of burnt remains sitting in the basement. The smell worse than a bonfire. My walking doll was no longer white, how it survived I will never know! The neighbor up the street came by and wanted the doll to see if she could clean her up. I was glad to be rid of it, I hated dolls!
My grandmother passed away in 2005 and my sister and I drove up to our hometown. I decided to take a ride to the old neighborhood. The warm spring air was still. There was no evidence that the house ever existed. The Madore's bought the property and there was a huge lawn where home used to be. The garage had been relocated up the street to the home of the girl that adopted the walking doll. It didn't look so good anymore, it had aged and was not well maintained. The house to the left, the Cote's home, had not changed much. The stairs still creaked, the wraparound porch needed fresh paint, the big wood barn still stood where I had had many conversations with Mr. & Mrs. Cote and their grown son. I walked up the few steps that I had walked many times before, and knocked on the door. A wrinkled, aged man answered, he was the son of the Cote's. They had since passed. The kitchen had been updated, candy dishes were still there. A cake on the counter, brought back memories of the sweets Mrs. Cote always had around when I'd come sit with her for hours. When I told him who I was, his face lit up like it did when I was little.
The stillness and quietness of the neighborhood saddened me. The elders had passed, the children had grown and gone, and there was no trace of home. Now etched in my mind, I almost wish I hadn't gone back.
My grandmother passed away in 2005 and my sister and I drove up to our hometown. I decided to take a ride to the old neighborhood. The warm spring air was still. There was no evidence that the house ever existed. The Madore's bought the property and there was a huge lawn where home used to be. The garage had been relocated up the street to the home of the girl that adopted the walking doll. It didn't look so good anymore, it had aged and was not well maintained. The house to the left, the Cote's home, had not changed much. The stairs still creaked, the wraparound porch needed fresh paint, the big wood barn still stood where I had had many conversations with Mr. & Mrs. Cote and their grown son. I walked up the few steps that I had walked many times before, and knocked on the door. A wrinkled, aged man answered, he was the son of the Cote's. They had since passed. The kitchen had been updated, candy dishes were still there. A cake on the counter, brought back memories of the sweets Mrs. Cote always had around when I'd come sit with her for hours. When I told him who I was, his face lit up like it did when I was little.
The stillness and quietness of the neighborhood saddened me. The elders had passed, the children had grown and gone, and there was no trace of home. Now etched in my mind, I almost wish I hadn't gone back.
Week 5: Prompt 19 You’ve done something terrible and know you will go to Hell
One warm summer day, I was sitting in my parents car. Back in the day when parents could leave children in cars unattended. The car was parked in front of Woolworth department store. Dad said, "we'll be right back, stay in the car."
I was only three years old. I was a bright, curious child. I like to explore everything around me. Not much has changed.
Outside of the tan colored building I spot a little red box about ten feet from the car. Being curious, I get out of the car. I was pretty smart for my age, I was learning to read. I slowly walk toward the box, in hopes my parents don't come out and catch me!
P-U-L-L, yup, I knew what that meant. I did as it said, I pull the little red box open. So, that's odd, I thought. What was that for? Then a button says P-U-S-H. Again, I did as it said.
"Holy hell! What is going on?! I'm in trouble now!" I say to myself. The sound is so scary, I'm petrified! I stand there and cry hysterically! People are running out of the store, fire trucks pull in, I'm so scared!
"I am bad, I am in trouble, what did I do?! I only did what it said!" Yup, you guessed it, straight to hell is where I'm going!
Oh no, there's my dad! He spotted me! No words were exchanged. One firm hand on the ass and in the car I went!
(So today I realize I'm not really going to hell for that. Karma got me...as I was carrying my second son out of the YWCA when he was three, he didn't want to leave so as we were going down the hallway, he grabbed hold of the fire alarm; he only had to pull! How embarrassing! No hand on his ass, but I did make him tell the firemen what he did and made him apologize!)
I was only three years old. I was a bright, curious child. I like to explore everything around me. Not much has changed.
Outside of the tan colored building I spot a little red box about ten feet from the car. Being curious, I get out of the car. I was pretty smart for my age, I was learning to read. I slowly walk toward the box, in hopes my parents don't come out and catch me!
P-U-L-L, yup, I knew what that meant. I did as it said, I pull the little red box open. So, that's odd, I thought. What was that for? Then a button says P-U-S-H. Again, I did as it said.
"Holy hell! What is going on?! I'm in trouble now!" I say to myself. The sound is so scary, I'm petrified! I stand there and cry hysterically! People are running out of the store, fire trucks pull in, I'm so scared!
"I am bad, I am in trouble, what did I do?! I only did what it said!" Yup, you guessed it, straight to hell is where I'm going!
Oh no, there's my dad! He spotted me! No words were exchanged. One firm hand on the ass and in the car I went!
(So today I realize I'm not really going to hell for that. Karma got me...as I was carrying my second son out of the YWCA when he was three, he didn't want to leave so as we were going down the hallway, he grabbed hold of the fire alarm; he only had to pull! How embarrassing! No hand on his ass, but I did make him tell the firemen what he did and made him apologize!)
Week 5: Prompt 17 'You've lost it. Where is it?'
Feeling confident, I studied hard for a week. I feel great about the exam. Only two hours to go. I go back through the index cards, focusing on the highlighted areas. I've got them all memorized now. I know my shit.
I drive to campus listening to Adel. I feel like it's gonna be a great day. I find parking, which is rare at UMaine. Of course, it's only 8 a.m. so that would be why I find a spot. Any later the lot is packed like a damn can of sardines.
Oh no, I should have eaten breakfast, or maybe taken my vitamins and fish oil.
I get out of my car and start my trek to the Onward building where my exam awaits. I can feel the nervousness set in. What the hell?! "I know my shit! Stop the negative thoughts already!" I tell my self.
Yup, you guessed it...test anxiety...MAJOR! That's why I take my exams at the Onward building! Quiet room, no distractions, time and a half.
As I open the door, I get this overwhelming feeling. I don't know if I want to shit or puke! I feel nauseated and feel a ball of nervousness in the pit of my stomach! My head feel like a foggy morning! The dew sets in. "Oh my god, I don't remember anything!"
I walk up to the desk and say, "I'm here, but I need to review my cards for a minute. I will be ready in five." Sue nods with approval.
As I feel a sweat break, I began to shake. I feel like I'm going to throw up! I'm losing my friggin mind! I can't focus, I can't think! I can't remember a fucking thing!
I look at my cards and say to myself, "alright, calm down, you studied hard, you KNOW this!" While the other part of me is saying, "yeah right!" I flip through them one by one, I know this stuff. Now I just need to believe in myself.
Walking back to the desk, I'm feeling more confident. Sue hands me my exam. As I leave her office and walk up the stairs, I began to shake and trip up the steps. I peek at the questions on the first page. It's all a blur!
I pull up my chair, take a few deep breaths. My trembling hand picks up the pencil. Question by question, I fumble through. Staring and shaking. I jump all over the place from question to question. I remember bits and pieces and need to go back.
"I know this shit, why can't I remember? I can do this. I'll get through it." I tell myself doubtfully.
Times up, I need to turn it in.
Back down the stairs, back to Sue's office. I hand it in.
This is the history that repeats itself, exam after exam! The end is near, last semester is here. Of course, the toughest class, biochem, the one I need to complete my degree; is the only one I have exams in. "Only two more to go, yup, I can do this."
I drive to campus listening to Adel. I feel like it's gonna be a great day. I find parking, which is rare at UMaine. Of course, it's only 8 a.m. so that would be why I find a spot. Any later the lot is packed like a damn can of sardines.
Oh no, I should have eaten breakfast, or maybe taken my vitamins and fish oil.
I get out of my car and start my trek to the Onward building where my exam awaits. I can feel the nervousness set in. What the hell?! "I know my shit! Stop the negative thoughts already!" I tell my self.
Yup, you guessed it...test anxiety...MAJOR! That's why I take my exams at the Onward building! Quiet room, no distractions, time and a half.
As I open the door, I get this overwhelming feeling. I don't know if I want to shit or puke! I feel nauseated and feel a ball of nervousness in the pit of my stomach! My head feel like a foggy morning! The dew sets in. "Oh my god, I don't remember anything!"
I walk up to the desk and say, "I'm here, but I need to review my cards for a minute. I will be ready in five." Sue nods with approval.
As I feel a sweat break, I began to shake. I feel like I'm going to throw up! I'm losing my friggin mind! I can't focus, I can't think! I can't remember a fucking thing!
I look at my cards and say to myself, "alright, calm down, you studied hard, you KNOW this!" While the other part of me is saying, "yeah right!" I flip through them one by one, I know this stuff. Now I just need to believe in myself.
Walking back to the desk, I'm feeling more confident. Sue hands me my exam. As I leave her office and walk up the stairs, I began to shake and trip up the steps. I peek at the questions on the first page. It's all a blur!
I pull up my chair, take a few deep breaths. My trembling hand picks up the pencil. Question by question, I fumble through. Staring and shaking. I jump all over the place from question to question. I remember bits and pieces and need to go back.
"I know this shit, why can't I remember? I can do this. I'll get through it." I tell myself doubtfully.
Times up, I need to turn it in.
Back down the stairs, back to Sue's office. I hand it in.
This is the history that repeats itself, exam after exam! The end is near, last semester is here. Of course, the toughest class, biochem, the one I need to complete my degree; is the only one I have exams in. "Only two more to go, yup, I can do this."
Monday, February 6, 2012
Week 4 Prompt 16: If only they'd pay me!
I love to talk, talk, and talk about health issues. Getting healthy, eating healthy, how I have done it myself, how your body has the ability to heal itself, how pharmaceutical companies get richer while people get sicker! How government programs are set up to keep people fat and feeling like failures! It's a vicious, insane, cycle!
If only they'd pay me! I'd be hauling in some overtime! I would be part of the 500 INC! I would be in competition with the pharmaceutical companies, the FDA, and USDA would be after my ass! I would rattle some cages and piss some people off but maybe they would wake up and maybe things would change! Oh, would I talk! I would talk, talk, and talk so people would be forced to listen!
The processed foods, medications, and unnecessary surgeries without second opinions, it's making them sicker, some people are dying! We need some major overhaul here!
We hear talk about cutting government funding, programs that help people get medical attention, food, childcare and education. Don't cut it! Fix it!
Lets start with food stamps (SNAP) SUPPLEMENTAL NUTRITION ASSISTANCE PROGRAM...
S~U~P~P~L~E~M~E~N~T~A~L - N~U~T~R~I~T~I~O~N...
Get it? Supplemental? Nutrition?
Not a complete diet of junk and empty calories!
Many people live off food stamps alone! Educate them how to budget or better yet, disperse the funds weekly! Then people would have food for the month instead of only a week or two! Nutrition, have you seen the shit that some people buy with food stamps?! Crackers, chips, soda, candy, processed foods, it's obesity, diabetes, and cardiovascular disease in the making! Where is the nutrition in that?! SNAP should require food from the basic food groups, like fruits, vegetables, carbs, and protein. With SNAP, anything goes! That's just not right! How many young parents out there are uneducated and don't know any better about nutritional value? It's disgusting to watch the government do this!
The WIC program that helps pregnant moms and young children under five is smart enough to list relatively healthy foods that you are allowed to get on WIC vouchers! (Example: Cereals need to meet low sugar, peanut butter and beans for protein, carrots and tuna fish for breastfeeding moms...) They also work on educating young parents on healthy eating and good nutrition for children. Unfortunately, yup, you guessed it, budget cuts have happened in this area as well! Go figure!
Start with the food issues, then the medical issues will improve. It's a win-win. It would provide healthier food for the entire month. Your health can't help but improve if you improve eating habits and have access food for every week.
America is obese! America is sick! America has problems with access to health care and the cost of health care! FIX IT!
Access to healthy food regularly --> improved health --> less obesity --> less illness --> fewer trips to the doctors --> less surgeries --> less medication (fewer side effects)
States cut programs and cut funding, yet they hand out monthly checks to some that are able and even willing to work. Take a poll on how much money is paid out in TANF and how many recipients are willing to work if only they had a job and maybe some transportation! Take those people, train them and have them work in positions so helpful programs don't have to be cut! Some of them WANT jobs! They just can't find one or the have no way of getting there! Enlist the city bus to commute them, open a day care center and have some of the stay at home parents that want jobs work them. This will help meet many needs, it would save programs, give people jobs, and it might even help people get more active instead of being home all day!
I could go on and on...if only I could get paid to talk!
If only they'd pay me! I'd be hauling in some overtime! I would be part of the 500 INC! I would be in competition with the pharmaceutical companies, the FDA, and USDA would be after my ass! I would rattle some cages and piss some people off but maybe they would wake up and maybe things would change! Oh, would I talk! I would talk, talk, and talk so people would be forced to listen!
The processed foods, medications, and unnecessary surgeries without second opinions, it's making them sicker, some people are dying! We need some major overhaul here!
We hear talk about cutting government funding, programs that help people get medical attention, food, childcare and education. Don't cut it! Fix it!
Lets start with food stamps (SNAP) SUPPLEMENTAL NUTRITION ASSISTANCE PROGRAM...
S~U~P~P~L~E~M~E~N~T~A~L - N~U~T~R~I~T~I~O~N...
Get it? Supplemental? Nutrition?
Not a complete diet of junk and empty calories!
Many people live off food stamps alone! Educate them how to budget or better yet, disperse the funds weekly! Then people would have food for the month instead of only a week or two! Nutrition, have you seen the shit that some people buy with food stamps?! Crackers, chips, soda, candy, processed foods, it's obesity, diabetes, and cardiovascular disease in the making! Where is the nutrition in that?! SNAP should require food from the basic food groups, like fruits, vegetables, carbs, and protein. With SNAP, anything goes! That's just not right! How many young parents out there are uneducated and don't know any better about nutritional value? It's disgusting to watch the government do this!
The WIC program that helps pregnant moms and young children under five is smart enough to list relatively healthy foods that you are allowed to get on WIC vouchers! (Example: Cereals need to meet low sugar, peanut butter and beans for protein, carrots and tuna fish for breastfeeding moms...) They also work on educating young parents on healthy eating and good nutrition for children. Unfortunately, yup, you guessed it, budget cuts have happened in this area as well! Go figure!
Start with the food issues, then the medical issues will improve. It's a win-win. It would provide healthier food for the entire month. Your health can't help but improve if you improve eating habits and have access food for every week.
America is obese! America is sick! America has problems with access to health care and the cost of health care! FIX IT!
Access to healthy food regularly --> improved health --> less obesity --> less illness --> fewer trips to the doctors --> less surgeries --> less medication (fewer side effects)
States cut programs and cut funding, yet they hand out monthly checks to some that are able and even willing to work. Take a poll on how much money is paid out in TANF and how many recipients are willing to work if only they had a job and maybe some transportation! Take those people, train them and have them work in positions so helpful programs don't have to be cut! Some of them WANT jobs! They just can't find one or the have no way of getting there! Enlist the city bus to commute them, open a day care center and have some of the stay at home parents that want jobs work them. This will help meet many needs, it would save programs, give people jobs, and it might even help people get more active instead of being home all day!
I could go on and on...if only I could get paid to talk!
Week 4 Prompt 15: Spare me the lies!
It started when he was about 16 years old after he returned from staying with his father for a year. Little white lies to not get in trouble. Then the stories began to grow and grow and grow! Totally unbelievable just like his father!
Last summer, he pulls a disappearing act for a couple days. His cell phone is turned off. I get a text stating he was dropped off in the woods and doesn't know where he is. He said he called 911 and the police didn't know where he was but gave him some coordinates. So, being a good person, I look up the coordinates on my laptop so I can plug it into my gps and go the estranged young man up. GREENLAND! Right! Bullshit again!
Finally I get the name of a church and town out of him and start heading over. I look up the library and tell him to go wait there for me, it will take me two hours. As I'm headed down the final road toward where the gps was leading me, I see him coming up the hill. He gets in the car and claims there was no library, though online it showed it across the street from the church!
He was out of money, and almost out of cigarettes too. I gave him a bottle of water, if I had only had a vial of truth serum to slip into it!
This one likes to talk, almost like diarrhea of the mouth. He would have fessed up. He would have told me, he was up to no good. His phone wasn't dead, he just turned it off not to be bothered. He wanted to hang out with his friends and maybe have a few beers. His girlfriend was driving him nuts, he was stressed and he needed a break.
I know that he talks so much; in 60 seconds I would have got it all! Times, names, and all the details!
...If only I had a vial...
Last summer, he pulls a disappearing act for a couple days. His cell phone is turned off. I get a text stating he was dropped off in the woods and doesn't know where he is. He said he called 911 and the police didn't know where he was but gave him some coordinates. So, being a good person, I look up the coordinates on my laptop so I can plug it into my gps and go the estranged young man up. GREENLAND! Right! Bullshit again!
Finally I get the name of a church and town out of him and start heading over. I look up the library and tell him to go wait there for me, it will take me two hours. As I'm headed down the final road toward where the gps was leading me, I see him coming up the hill. He gets in the car and claims there was no library, though online it showed it across the street from the church!
He was out of money, and almost out of cigarettes too. I gave him a bottle of water, if I had only had a vial of truth serum to slip into it!
This one likes to talk, almost like diarrhea of the mouth. He would have fessed up. He would have told me, he was up to no good. His phone wasn't dead, he just turned it off not to be bothered. He wanted to hang out with his friends and maybe have a few beers. His girlfriend was driving him nuts, he was stressed and he needed a break.
I know that he talks so much; in 60 seconds I would have got it all! Times, names, and all the details!
...If only I had a vial...
Week 4 Prompt 13: If these fat cells could talk
Wow! They are everywhere! I can't get away from them! I go to the gym and I run, and run, and run! I still can't get away! They follow me, sleep with me, eat with me, hell, they are part of me! If only they could talk. I would ask them, what is it that you want from me?
Tell me your secrets, how do I get rid of you? I exercise, I eat a very healthy diet. Why do you haunt me? Can't you find somewhere else to go? Can't we just compromise? I know your there, I know you don't just go away. I understand that sometimes your full and sometimes, not so much. I know you can duplicate yourself. I, truthfully, can't take it anymore! At times, you don't bother me, others you drive me nuts! I know we have a symbiotic relationship. As much as I wish you were gone, I know I need some of you for protection. But come on, enough is enough!
"Can you tell me, how can we both reside in this body and be in agreeance? How can we both get what we need and be happy? Truthfully, I'm pretty tired of you hanging around all the time! If just half of you would go on a permanent vacation, I would be ecstatic!"
In unison, they respond, "we like to hang around, you fulfill us. You keep us well-rounded." (That's an understatement!)
Okay, so yeah, they're happy and I'm still hanging around 29-30% of those little bastards! Co-dependent shits! If they could talk, they would carry on and on and on about how they need me, they have to go everywhere with me, how they adore me, and how they can't live without me!
Ugh! I wish they would just see it my way and deflate or something! For now, until I can convince them otherwise, I guess I will have to put up with them, and keep doing what I do. I don't like it, but I guess that's just how it goes, sometimes.
I WISH!
Tell me your secrets, how do I get rid of you? I exercise, I eat a very healthy diet. Why do you haunt me? Can't you find somewhere else to go? Can't we just compromise? I know your there, I know you don't just go away. I understand that sometimes your full and sometimes, not so much. I know you can duplicate yourself. I, truthfully, can't take it anymore! At times, you don't bother me, others you drive me nuts! I know we have a symbiotic relationship. As much as I wish you were gone, I know I need some of you for protection. But come on, enough is enough!
"Can you tell me, how can we both reside in this body and be in agreeance? How can we both get what we need and be happy? Truthfully, I'm pretty tired of you hanging around all the time! If just half of you would go on a permanent vacation, I would be ecstatic!"
In unison, they respond, "we like to hang around, you fulfill us. You keep us well-rounded." (That's an understatement!)
Okay, so yeah, they're happy and I'm still hanging around 29-30% of those little bastards! Co-dependent shits! If they could talk, they would carry on and on and on about how they need me, they have to go everywhere with me, how they adore me, and how they can't live without me!
Ugh! I wish they would just see it my way and deflate or something! For now, until I can convince them otherwise, I guess I will have to put up with them, and keep doing what I do. I don't like it, but I guess that's just how it goes, sometimes.
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Sunday, February 5, 2012
Week 4: THEME Playing with truth, facts, and the area just beyond them
~Truth~
When I was three, I used to visit my cousins a lot. There were four of us about the same age. Our parents used to sit in the house and visit while us girls played outside. One warm summer day were just doing our usual, running around, playing on my cousins swing set. We laugh and tee-hee while seeing who can swing the highest. The swing set rocks back and forth and legs slightly lift up off the ground. All of a sudden, I caught my pinky in the link of the chain on the swing. I tore the skin off and was now bleeding. One of my cousins ran in to get my father.
~Facts~
When I was three, I would visit my cousins just about every weekend. There were four of us, three of us the same age and one a year younger. Our parents used to sit in the house and visit and send us girls outside to play. One warm mid-summer day were having fun, as usual, running around, playing on my cousins swing set. We would laugh and tee-hee while and seeing who could swing the highest. The swing set would rock back and forth and it's legs would slightly lift up off the ground. All of a sudden, I caught my pinky in the link of the chain on the swing. I tore the skin off and was now bleeding pretty bad. I started to cry but didn't leave my seat on the swing! One of my cousins ran in to get my father.
~Area just beyond them (aka semi-bullshit)
When I was three, I would visit my cousins every weekend. There were four of us, three of us the same age and one a year younger. Our parents would sit in the house and visit and send us girls outside to play to get us out of their hair. One hot, humid, mid-summer day were having fun, as usual, running around, horsing around on my cousins swing set. We would laugh and tee-hee while and seeing who could swing the highest. The swing set would creak and rock back and forth, and it's legs would lift up off the ground like we were going to flip the damn thing over! All of a sudden, I caught my pinky in the link of the chain on the swing. I tore the flesh right off my finger and was now bleeding profusely! I started screaming and crying hysterically, my cousins were screaming they were so scared! The skin on my finger was hanging, it was disgusting! I'm too busy jumping up and down screaming, one of my cousins passed out, and another had to run in to get my father. What a bloody mess!
When I was three, I used to visit my cousins a lot. There were four of us about the same age. Our parents used to sit in the house and visit while us girls played outside. One warm summer day were just doing our usual, running around, playing on my cousins swing set. We laugh and tee-hee while seeing who can swing the highest. The swing set rocks back and forth and legs slightly lift up off the ground. All of a sudden, I caught my pinky in the link of the chain on the swing. I tore the skin off and was now bleeding. One of my cousins ran in to get my father.
~Facts~
When I was three, I would visit my cousins just about every weekend. There were four of us, three of us the same age and one a year younger. Our parents used to sit in the house and visit and send us girls outside to play. One warm mid-summer day were having fun, as usual, running around, playing on my cousins swing set. We would laugh and tee-hee while and seeing who could swing the highest. The swing set would rock back and forth and it's legs would slightly lift up off the ground. All of a sudden, I caught my pinky in the link of the chain on the swing. I tore the skin off and was now bleeding pretty bad. I started to cry but didn't leave my seat on the swing! One of my cousins ran in to get my father.
~Area just beyond them (aka semi-bullshit)
When I was three, I would visit my cousins every weekend. There were four of us, three of us the same age and one a year younger. Our parents would sit in the house and visit and send us girls outside to play to get us out of their hair. One hot, humid, mid-summer day were having fun, as usual, running around, horsing around on my cousins swing set. We would laugh and tee-hee while and seeing who could swing the highest. The swing set would creak and rock back and forth, and it's legs would lift up off the ground like we were going to flip the damn thing over! All of a sudden, I caught my pinky in the link of the chain on the swing. I tore the flesh right off my finger and was now bleeding profusely! I started screaming and crying hysterically, my cousins were screaming they were so scared! The skin on my finger was hanging, it was disgusting! I'm too busy jumping up and down screaming, one of my cousins passed out, and another had to run in to get my father. What a bloody mess!
Week 3 Prompt, Lobby of an elementary school
While standing in the lobby waiting for my 8 year old to be dismissed from school. There are many conversations are going on. Being a nutrition major, I hone in on three women having a conversation about weight.
(Label's for women, since I don't know their names, W1, W2, and W3)
W1: "Hey, how are you?"
W2: "Good, you look great!"
W1: "Thanks, you still going to the gym?"
W2: "Yeah, not as much though. (pointing to her toddler as if to say he keeps her busy) I need to get there more."
W3: (Walks in) "Hi, haven't seen you in a while."
W1 & W2: : "Hi, how have you been?"
W3: "Good, hit a plateau, but losing again. Lost 40 so far."
W2: "That's great! You look great! You must be feeling better too!"
W3: "Yes, I feel so much better! Actually got back into my skinny jeans!" (she turns sideways as to show the other two women) How are you doing?"
W1: "Still going, it gets easier. Workouts get tougher though."
W2: "I need to get back going regularly. I should meet up with you guys. When do you go?"
The women continue to talk but I can not make out what they are saying! One of them looks at her phone maybe to make a date with one of the others to meet up at the gym? I don't know.
Drowned out by the office staff dismissing kids to rec. The kids start barreling down the hallway and lobby dismissals are being called. I can't make out another word of the conversation because it's too loud, and then my son appears and does his normal routine, hands me his backpack and takes off out the doors. I do my usual and chase behind him!
(Label's for women, since I don't know their names, W1, W2, and W3)
W1: "Hey, how are you?"
W2: "Good, you look great!"
W1: "Thanks, you still going to the gym?"
W2: "Yeah, not as much though. (pointing to her toddler as if to say he keeps her busy) I need to get there more."
W3: (Walks in) "Hi, haven't seen you in a while."
W1 & W2: : "Hi, how have you been?"
W3: "Good, hit a plateau, but losing again. Lost 40 so far."
W2: "That's great! You look great! You must be feeling better too!"
W3: "Yes, I feel so much better! Actually got back into my skinny jeans!" (she turns sideways as to show the other two women) How are you doing?"
W1: "Still going, it gets easier. Workouts get tougher though."
W2: "I need to get back going regularly. I should meet up with you guys. When do you go?"
The women continue to talk but I can not make out what they are saying! One of them looks at her phone maybe to make a date with one of the others to meet up at the gym? I don't know.
Drowned out by the office staff dismissing kids to rec. The kids start barreling down the hallway and lobby dismissals are being called. I can't make out another word of the conversation because it's too loud, and then my son appears and does his normal routine, hands me his backpack and takes off out the doors. I do my usual and chase behind him!
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Week 3 Prompt: (9) Conversation with my self ~ Quite literally!''
So five days ago I decided it's time to kick the habit and purchased an electronic cigarette. I smoke my last butt Monday evening around 8 p.m.; picked up my electronic cig around 5 p.m. and batteries are charging...
Me: "Wow, this sucks! I really enjoy my before bed cigarette!"
My conscience: "Yup, it will be good for you to quit. You were an idiot to start again after quitting for 8 years!"
Me (as I use my e-cig) "Well, it's not so bad. I don't have to go outside and freeze my ass off, I don't stink and it tastes pretty good."
I wake up in the morning, have a few drags off the e-cig and jump in the shower to get ready for school.
Me: "Shit! What's wrong with this thing?! It's not working. Oh shit, fuck!"
Conscience: "Calm down woman! You have time. Drive over to the smoke shop and talk to the owner, maybe he can help you out!"
I walk into the store and the owner greets me.
Me: "I haven't killed anyone yet, but I'm going to if I can't get this thing to work!"
Store owner laughs and said: "Maybe it's the cautomizer, no, guess not. That's weird. Let me check that batteries. There you go."
Me thinking silently: " G~I~V~E IT BACK....AND NOBODY GETS HURT!!!!!!!!"
Conscience: "Chill a minute! Let him put it back together!"
Back to the car and on my merry way to school.
Me: "Holy shit! I don't know if I can do this. I need a friggin' cigarette!"
Conscience: "It's really not that bad, it is better for you! Hell, your working out, eating healthy, hitting the sauna to eliminate toxins. What the hell do you want to smoke for? It stinks and isn't good for your health!"
Me: "Yup! I know! Errrrrrrrrrrrrr! This sucks!"
The days goes along well, no one has been killed or even wounded at this point. Then about 5 p.m.
Me: "What the hell?! Ugh! These fucken batteries! I need a friggin' cigarette! Holy shit! I don't know if I can do this!"
Conscience: "Just charge the damn batteries! You will be fine! B~R~E~A~T~H~E!!!!!!!"
Me: "Yeah, ok!"
Day 3 and Day 4 run pretty smoothly, a couple little bumps but no biggie, no cigarettes. Day 5 arrives.
Me: "I better charge these batteries. I'm going to be gone all day. If the batteries die, it's NOT going to be good!"
Driving home, the batteries are on their way out without warning!
Me: "Holy shit! I don't know about this."
Conscience: "Your doing well! Five days, don't screw it up now! You just told your father you quit and you promised him last summer when he had a heart attack and 6 bypasses! Don't stop now! Go buy some spare batteries and keep the extras charged!"
Me: "Good idea."
7:30 pm., day 5.
Me: "Wish those spare batteries were ready! These batteries are dead again!"
Conscience: "Get over it! Learn a little patience would you?! Holy hell! That's probably why you smoke in the first place! No patience! You're going to drive me (conscience) to smoke!"
Me: "Aha, yup, if I had a little more patience with myself, it would be much easier..."
...to be continued...
(not really but it sounded good :)
Me: "Wow, this sucks! I really enjoy my before bed cigarette!"
My conscience: "Yup, it will be good for you to quit. You were an idiot to start again after quitting for 8 years!"
Me (as I use my e-cig) "Well, it's not so bad. I don't have to go outside and freeze my ass off, I don't stink and it tastes pretty good."
I wake up in the morning, have a few drags off the e-cig and jump in the shower to get ready for school.
Me: "Shit! What's wrong with this thing?! It's not working. Oh shit, fuck!"
Conscience: "Calm down woman! You have time. Drive over to the smoke shop and talk to the owner, maybe he can help you out!"
I walk into the store and the owner greets me.
Me: "I haven't killed anyone yet, but I'm going to if I can't get this thing to work!"
Store owner laughs and said: "Maybe it's the cautomizer, no, guess not. That's weird. Let me check that batteries. There you go."
Me thinking silently: " G~I~V~E IT BACK....AND NOBODY GETS HURT!!!!!!!!"
Conscience: "Chill a minute! Let him put it back together!"
Back to the car and on my merry way to school.
Me: "Holy shit! I don't know if I can do this. I need a friggin' cigarette!"
Conscience: "It's really not that bad, it is better for you! Hell, your working out, eating healthy, hitting the sauna to eliminate toxins. What the hell do you want to smoke for? It stinks and isn't good for your health!"
Me: "Yup! I know! Errrrrrrrrrrrrr! This sucks!"
The days goes along well, no one has been killed or even wounded at this point. Then about 5 p.m.
Me: "What the hell?! Ugh! These fucken batteries! I need a friggin' cigarette! Holy shit! I don't know if I can do this!"
Conscience: "Just charge the damn batteries! You will be fine! B~R~E~A~T~H~E!!!!!!!"
Me: "Yeah, ok!"
Day 3 and Day 4 run pretty smoothly, a couple little bumps but no biggie, no cigarettes. Day 5 arrives.
Me: "I better charge these batteries. I'm going to be gone all day. If the batteries die, it's NOT going to be good!"
Driving home, the batteries are on their way out without warning!
Me: "Holy shit! I don't know about this."
Conscience: "Your doing well! Five days, don't screw it up now! You just told your father you quit and you promised him last summer when he had a heart attack and 6 bypasses! Don't stop now! Go buy some spare batteries and keep the extras charged!"
Me: "Good idea."
7:30 pm., day 5.
Me: "Wish those spare batteries were ready! These batteries are dead again!"
Conscience: "Get over it! Learn a little patience would you?! Holy hell! That's probably why you smoke in the first place! No patience! You're going to drive me (conscience) to smoke!"
Me: "Aha, yup, if I had a little more patience with myself, it would be much easier..."
...to be continued...
(not really but it sounded good :)
Week 3 Prompt: (10) He said, she said
I overhear a conversation between two roommates. One is male, the other female. They previously lived together in the apartment next door but needed a two bedroom. The one next door became available so they recently moved in.
She said, "this apartment is worse than the other one."
He responded, "yeah, I know!"
"Look at all the paint the other tenants left here! I want this blue in the kitchen!" she said.
"I want the white for my room. What about the bathroom?" he said.
She said, "I don't know. I will see if Ray's mom has any paint she isn't using. We should also put a border in the kitchen. Ugh! I need to paint over that cream color, it looks dirty! And the entranceway is disgusting!"
He said, "yeah."
She smiled and said, "well at least there's a lot of closet space and places to put things up so the dogs can't get into stuff!"
She said, "this apartment is worse than the other one."
He responded, "yeah, I know!"
"Look at all the paint the other tenants left here! I want this blue in the kitchen!" she said.
"I want the white for my room. What about the bathroom?" he said.
She said, "I don't know. I will see if Ray's mom has any paint she isn't using. We should also put a border in the kitchen. Ugh! I need to paint over that cream color, it looks dirty! And the entranceway is disgusting!"
He said, "yeah."
She smiled and said, "well at least there's a lot of closet space and places to put things up so the dogs can't get into stuff!"
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Week 2: Prompt 7 Looking in that photo album, I see--
Looking in that photo album, I see a little girl. She is cute, bubbly, has blond hair and green eyes. She is quite a tomboy. As I keep flipping through the years, she's growing. Through her teenage years she is given messages about her weight. Photo's of self-consciousness around her weight, food, and eating flood the pages! Though she had never really been overweight, the pictures were there! Where did they come from?
When she graduated high school weighing in at 118 pounds, not bad for being 5'5. If you ask me, she was a bit anorexic looking! Flipping a bit more, she finds herself with ten extra pounds from baby number one; size five. Two years and several pages later, baby number two causes her to max out at 207 pounds! Whoa! Fast forwarding towards the last quarter of the pages, divorce and stress cause her to put on even more. With babies three and for she finds herself with gestational diabetes! What a wake up call. She responds well to a weight gain of only 22 and then 12 with the last baby! Still flipping, photos of her sitting on the porch, out in Seattle, wearing shorts and shirt at the beach, she lingers around 230. Photos of her return from Seattle, she's dropped about fifty, then even more a few months later! Then, in creeps those photos of that haunt her again! About twenty of the baggage she'd lost reappears. In that album, she finds more pictures embedded than she wanted to see. Awakened, she finally sees, those weren't pictures of her! They were pictures that someone else painted! What the hell are they doing in this album?!
She decides it's time to set fire to the old album! She is filling a new one of the real her instead, no impostors, no yearbook committee; this one is on her own! This album begins to blossom with a woman, blond hair and green eyes, about 5'5. She has a positive attitude, with will and much determination. Nothing can stand in her way now! Pages are filled with confidence, passion, and success. She is finally true to her self and her goals! This album has pages with pictures of a healthier her, at the gym, playing racquetball, hiking, and having fun! Sweat, tears, and achy muscles all inclusive. The latest photo includes two trips to the gym in the same day, full of energy, and a smile larger than life!
I can't wait to see when the pages are filled, it's gonna be great!
When she graduated high school weighing in at 118 pounds, not bad for being 5'5. If you ask me, she was a bit anorexic looking! Flipping a bit more, she finds herself with ten extra pounds from baby number one; size five. Two years and several pages later, baby number two causes her to max out at 207 pounds! Whoa! Fast forwarding towards the last quarter of the pages, divorce and stress cause her to put on even more. With babies three and for she finds herself with gestational diabetes! What a wake up call. She responds well to a weight gain of only 22 and then 12 with the last baby! Still flipping, photos of her sitting on the porch, out in Seattle, wearing shorts and shirt at the beach, she lingers around 230. Photos of her return from Seattle, she's dropped about fifty, then even more a few months later! Then, in creeps those photos of that haunt her again! About twenty of the baggage she'd lost reappears. In that album, she finds more pictures embedded than she wanted to see. Awakened, she finally sees, those weren't pictures of her! They were pictures that someone else painted! What the hell are they doing in this album?!
I can't wait to see when the pages are filled, it's gonna be great!
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Enamoured by ...
I believe I am totally smitten by...
because I love to write poetry.
When I write poetry I write from the heart, I write about what I'm passionate about and what moves me. Many times I find that I could go on... and on... and on...
Which is WHY I use ... so much. I use it when my thoughts and feelings continue but I choose not to write more. Sometimes I do that to let the reader draw their own conclusion and sometime because it brings up strong and powerful emotions that I don't care to share.
Now you have it :)
because I love to write poetry.
When I write poetry I write from the heart, I write about what I'm passionate about and what moves me. Many times I find that I could go on... and on... and on...
Which is WHY I use ... so much. I use it when my thoughts and feelings continue but I choose not to write more. Sometimes I do that to let the reader draw their own conclusion and sometime because it brings up strong and powerful emotions that I don't care to share.
Now you have it :)
Week 2: Prompt 8 REWRITE (For the Happiest English Teacher in the whole USA) in It (SHE) was the first, but not the best--or was it (SHE)?
It was 1988 when I got my Coupe DeVille Cadillac, 1978 edition. She rode nice, especially down the strip in Virginia Beach. She was candy apple red with white leather interior, sunroof, ass kicking stereo system! She was a boat, no question about it! I gave her back to the guy I was buying her from the day she hydroplaned. I smacked her right into the rear quarter panel of a Sunfire! She was definitely too big for an 18 year old that just got her license!
Number two was a black 1980 Buick Regal. Just got it, waxed and detailed it up nice for a road trip to New York. I tinted the windows over the weekend. Had it for 6 days, and on the way back had a blow out - totalled it on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, right between the two tunnels! It wasn't me driving this time!
Then came a 1979 Olds, Cutlass Supreme Limited Edition, white with a black top and sunroof. It was big enough for a baby seat in the back. I had this one a year before 'he' thought the head gasket blew.
I just made the last $1500 payment, sold it for $350. Then I found out it was only the radiator!
1993 Dodge Shadow, black again. My favorite color! My first brand new car, not the greatest but it got me there.
Next was a 1997 Plymouth Neon, it was red with a moonroof. I didn't have for long since I needed a minivan! When some of the kids got older I got a Chevy Blazer. I hated the Blazer! It was four wheel drive and I went off the road both winters I drove it! What the hell?!
So, coerced into getting a 2008 Toyota Corolla. My second new car. Ugh! What an ugly car!
Yes, it's very fuel efficient. Gas prices were killing me driving from Hermon to Orono in a blazer!
Yes, it's very fuel efficient. Gas prices were killing me driving from Hermon to Orono in a blazer!
I'm still driving it today!
So, looking back, the 'ol girl may have been a boat. A sharp looking, 425 V8, ass kicking sound and speed...was the first. When she kissed the sunfire, she was tough, not a scratch on her. You should have seen the Sunfire! Looking back today, knowing what I know about wheels,
maybe she was the best, she sure was the most rugged and most fun!
(*note: I purposely refer to the 'ol girl as 'she' and the others as 'it', no pun intended.)
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Week 2: Prompt 8 It (SHE) was the first, but not the best--or was it (SHE)?
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She rode nice, especially down the strip in Virginia Beach.
Candy apple red with white leather interior, sunroof, ass kicking stereo system!
She was a boat, no question about it!
Gave her back to the guy I was buying her from the day she hydroplaned.
Smack, right into the rear quarter panel of a Sunfire!
Definitely too big for an 18 year old that just got her license!
1980 Buick Regal, number two.
Just got it, waxed and detailed it up nice for a road trip to New York.
Tinted the windows over the weekend.
Had it for 6 days, and on the way back...
Blow out - totalled it on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, right between the two tunnels!
Not me driving this time.
1979 Olds, Cutlass Supreme Limited Edition.
Big enough for baby seat in the back.
White with a black top and a sunroof.
Had this one a year before 'he' thought the head gasket blew.
I just made the last $1500 payment, sold it for $350.
Then I found out it was only the radiator!
1993 Dodge Shadow.
First brand new car, not the greatest but it got me there.
1997 Plymouth Neon, it was red with a moonroof.
Didn't have for long, needed a minivan!
When some of the kids got older I got a Chevy Blazer.
Hated the Blazer!
Four wheel drive and I went off the road both winters I drove it!
What the hell?!
2008 Second new car. Gas prices were killing me driving from Hermon to Orono!
So, coerced into getting a Toyota Corolla. Ugh! What an ugly car!
Yes, it's very fuel efficient.
So, looking back, the 'ol girl may have been a boat.
A sharp looking, 425 V8, ass kicking sound and speed...was the first.
When she kissed the sunfire, she was tough,
not a scratch on her...you should have seen the Sunfire!
Looking back today, knowing what I know about wheels,
maybe she was the best, she sure was the most rugged and most fun!
(*note: I purposely refer to the 'ol girl as 'she' and the others as 'it', no pun intended.)
Week 2: Prompt 6 The stuff she's collected over the years in her little box marks every step of her way
The box doesn't look very big, it's actually pretty small.
When she looks inside, what does she see?
A little girl, blonde hair, green eyes, and a big bright smile.
She eats watermelon, plays with trucks and trains.
She goes to stock car races with her father.
Then there's another with blonde curly hair, she calls her 'sis'.
There's make up, punk-style clothes, and Madonna memorabilia.
Some blue hair dye, a bit extreme for Aroostook County.
Deeper in the box there are boys and cars.
Broken hearts and silly tears.
There's an old U.S. Navy uniform, they call them 'dress blues' and their black!
Then there's a white uniform, maternity.
She finds baby booties in blue.
She uses them again two years later.
The 90's are in there and more silly tears.
Maine made moccasins, 2001, they didn't come in blue; just tan.
Two years later, she adds another to that box.
In the middle of the box, there is a lot of change.
Some of it shiny, some of it dull.
Ah, and even more silly tears!
Getting beyond the change in there, much to her surprise,
she finds textbooks, notebooks, pens and pencils!
Finally she finds health food, gym shoes, big boys and little boys, and even a puppy dog!
Peace, happiness, gratitude, and love top off the box.
What a collection!
Wait, what's that?
Dried up tears, finally, those silly were getting everything wet!
When she looks inside, what does she see?
A little girl, blonde hair, green eyes, and a big bright smile.
She eats watermelon, plays with trucks and trains.
She goes to stock car races with her father.
Then there's another with blonde curly hair, she calls her 'sis'.
There's make up, punk-style clothes, and Madonna memorabilia.
Some blue hair dye, a bit extreme for Aroostook County.
Deeper in the box there are boys and cars.
Broken hearts and silly tears.
There's an old U.S. Navy uniform, they call them 'dress blues' and their black!
Then there's a white uniform, maternity.
She finds baby booties in blue.
She uses them again two years later.
The 90's are in there and more silly tears.
Maine made moccasins, 2001, they didn't come in blue; just tan.
Two years later, she adds another to that box.
In the middle of the box, there is a lot of change.
Some of it shiny, some of it dull.
Ah, and even more silly tears!
Getting beyond the change in there, much to her surprise,
she finds textbooks, notebooks, pens and pencils!
Finally she finds health food, gym shoes, big boys and little boys, and even a puppy dog!
Peace, happiness, gratitude, and love top off the box.
What a collection!
Wait, what's that?
Dried up tears, finally, those silly were getting everything wet!
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