1.) Something you were wrong about.
2.) A funny text change.
3.) Write a 16-line poem about a moment from your childhood that changed your life for the better.
4.) List 8 best reasons you love living in your state.
5.) Listen. Write about what you hear, right now
It’s 9:43 a.m. on a Saturday morning, the sun is shining and the sky an amazing blue. What do I hear right now? Outside, I hear a dog barking in the distant. It sounds like a hunting dog with that deep bark. I hear the t.v. in the background that my boyfriend must have left on as he left this morning at 5:30 a.m. to go hunting. I haven’t went to turn it off yet, but it sounds like an older movie, one in black and white. Maybe it’s in color but the voices sound as if they are from an old John Wayne type movie. Using the words “ma’am”, “well, it looks like Jake got away”. “Oh my” from the lady, as he called her. It’s not clear now what the character’s are saying because our furnace just kicked on in a loud humming way that isn’t distracting, but it reminds me that no matter how gorgeous it looks outside, it’s getting cold here in Southwest Virginia, not to be mixed up with West Virginia, as so many people do. Our local paper is called “The Southwest Times”. I suppose because the area I live in is only around a two hour drive into Bristol, Va. then merging into Bristol Tennessee. It’s also around a two hour drive into North Carolina. So, we are living South in Virginia and I suppose the Western part comes from the fact we are so close to Tennessee, Kentucky, and other states that begin to head West. The furnace is humming, making the sound it makes when it’s getting ready to turn off. The dog has stopped barking now. So, as I end this prompt, all I hear right now, is a t.v. in the background, the furnace humming and winding down, and the clicking sound I make from typing on the computer. I do hear one more sound that I’m so used to I almost didn’t list this. I type really fast and as my fingers go up and down on the keyboard smooth, my silver heart bracelet clings against the outer front of my lap top. This is a peacefully morning and my daughter’s stayed across the yard at their cousin’s house last night. I may be extra lazy this morning, and use this quiet time to sleep another hour. <don’t judge=”” me.=”” i=”” was=”” up=”” until=”” 3:<span=”” class=”hiddenSpellError” pre=””>30ish this morning cleaning and rearranging my kitchen.>
Written for: Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop. Go link up and enjoy.
1. Today is my sister’s birthday (yesterday actually). What’s one way you’re like your siblings? If you don’t have siblings, how are you like your lifelong best friend or cousin?
I have a half sister but unfortunately, we aren’t close. So, I can list one way I’m like my lifelong best friend who is more like a sister to me: We actually are joined together by family……….for example: my great aunt, Etta was married to her uncle, Lonnie. My cousin, Leonard, was married to her aunt Doris. Since my grandparents raised me and Etta was my grandmother’s sister, we spent so much time together from the time we were in diapers. I would say we are alike in many ways, just as we are very different. One way that we are alike is we both love to do most of the same things; lounge on the river, play our music loud in the car while dancing, taking the children to fun places, such as a pumpkin patch, and neither of us care much for Christmas. Here is a photo of us on my 3rd birthday.
2. What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think of yourself at age eighteen?
Wow. At 18, I had dealt with a few deaths, like my grandfather and my aunt four months later. During this time, at age 17, my boyfriend at the time proposed. I knew for sure this was not a lasting relationship. However, his proposal lightened my grandmother’s days. She had aged a lot in the past few years from taking care of her husband while he was sick in a hospital bed, losing him and 4 months later losing her oldest daughter. A wedding, especially of her grandchild she had raised, and marrying in her eyes, the perfect man, took years off her age. She was happy, smiling, almost giddy and threw herself into plans for the wedding. I tried speaking to her 4 months before the wedding and she said it was wedding jitters, but I could see the disheartened look and sadness in her eyes. So in July of 1995, I had a Cinderella wedding, everything was perfect, except that I deep down knew I was making a mistake. So at age 18, I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders and ended up divorcing him 3 years later much to her distress. Can’t turn back time though.
3. Sculptor-dancer-actor-painter…if you could excel in one of these arts, which would you choose and why?
I would have to say painter. I love photos and I love art of all kinds. I have been having a blast on an app I found for Google Chrome called Psychopainter. It let’s you use a sample, one of your photos, or start from scratch. Then pick your brushes, ect so that you can repaint over the photo and make it look really good. I’m still learning. So, I think to be a great painter would be awesome. Problem is I have no talent for it. lol
4. What’s a scent that takes you back in time, and where does it take you?
I don’t know how to explain the scent exactly. Almost lavender is the best description I can come up with. My granny used a certain kind of lotion and if I go through her things that haven’t been bothered for awhile, I can catch a whiff of that smell. Also, Downy fabric softner. My granny always used Downy and then hung the clothes outside on the clothe’s line. So, the smell of Downy takes me back to growing up and warm summer days.
5. November is for peanut butter lovers (National Peanut Butter Lovers Month). Are you a lover or a hater? What’s your favorite dish/recipe that calls for peanut butter?
I actually love peanut butter. A peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich are awesome. I think my favorite recipe that calls for peanut butter is a recipe I learned in high school during Child Care 1. It’s peanut butter playdough. I have lost the recipe and lost it before I had children. So, I can’t remember exactly but I know peanut butter was an ingredient. Basically it was for small children to be able to make and then spend time rolling it around and “playing” with it before eating it. I really need to search for the recipe because it was so simple.
6. What do people thank you personally for most often?
I would say I get thanked the most for being helpful and doing what I can to help others.
7. What event this year are you most thankful for?
I guess an event I’m most thankful for this past year would be my oldest daughter’s graduation from 5th grade and beginning middle school. I’m also proud of my youngest daughter’s wonderful work in this school year and enjoying learning in 2nd grade.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
Just a random thought about how Halloween night was not real cold. It was fun and nobody was freezing. I stay cold anyway, so I was glad. Today it is raining outside and just looks cold. If that makes sense. It’s one of those days to pile up with a good book and be warm and hopefully not have errands to run that lead outside. lol.
So this was written for Day 6 and Day 7 or NaBloPoMo and for Wednesdays Hodgepodge.
I cannot make excuses for earlier in the day as to why I hadn’t posted as of then. I can say by 9 p.m. I was ready to sign on and post Day 4 for NaBloPoMo at Yeah Write. Somehow my daughter had decided Real Player Cloud wasn’t doing something right, at which time she decides to download “regular Real Player”. The problem came from the fact Real Player is already installed on the computer. Determined though, she went ahead to try to download it again It proceeds to tell her Real Player is already installed and if she wants the latest installment to override the 1st, she needed the administrator of the computer to type in the password. This is the part where she comes to get me from folding laundry. I came to check it out and simply click “no” do not continue with this installment. However, what she did get to download without the administrator’s password was a brand new toolbar that I had never heard of and wasn’t happy with.
I use Google Chrome and have everything synced just the way my OCD self likes it. So, I go to the control panel and uninstall this toolbar. Then I log her out and switch users. Once I am logged on and click on Google Chrome, a strange toolbar appears at the top of my page. With frustration I return to the control panel and tried to uninstall this program again. The control panel had that this program had already been uninstalled. I then click on my Google extensions and there was the toolbar enabled. I removed it from Chrome. I ended up not being able to view anything so I had to do a system repair. While waiting I fixed myself a hot pocket, was messing around with my Wandering Jew starters, and things like that. I get back to the computer, refreshed and ready to use. Sign on and the clock says 11:58. I was sending a photo of my Wandering Jew to my computer to show anyone whom follows me and understands that for almost a year my Wandering Jew would not wander. It’s been said it’s a “Stay At Home Jew Plant”. Then a good friend showed me how to create the starters, , and then once they root in the water, place them back into the pot and waalaa………………. a gorgeous thick Wandering Jew Plant.
There’s my story………… the toolbar that was awful and photos not sending from my phone at an amazingly awesome speed, along with me not doing a post earlier anyway…….. so it is now 12:37 a.m. Eastern time and I have ran into Day 5. I hope this doesn’t count me out on posting everyday for 30 days. I fully intend to post Day 5 and post it at a much earlier time than I planned on posting Day 4. Hopefully, because I began this post right at midnight, this will count as 1 day, day 4. If it doesn’t, that’s okay too. I still plan to participate and give 100% to NaBloPoMo. I knew it would be a challenge for me to post everyday, but even if some days run together, it’s a good feeling and good practice for me on writing. Now, the photo of the month – my pride and joy – Wandering Jew Plant as of November 2013. Also, thank you to everyone who has stopped by and thank you to everyone who has commented. I am slowly making my way around blogs,so I will get to all of yours.
This is my second day participating in NaBloPoMo for over at YeahWrite. I am also excited to be joining in on Ten Things of Thankful at Considerings. Lizzi has a wonderful challenge going on, NaNoGraMo. This is to Tweet, Facebook, or blog everyday about 1 thing you are thankful for. This is a great start to the first weekend of November! So, here we go with my Ten Things of Thankful:
1. I am extremely thankful that Halloween night was not horribly cold as the weatherman had predicted. In fact, I stay cold for some reason, and I was able to walk until after dark with a tank top and hoodie over it. It’s fairly warm today for the 2nd of November. Trust me, I’m not complaining at all.
2. I am thankful that my new tenant for my home has made the place look spectacular. Although I had swore once getting my previous tenant out, I would never do business with family or friends, I went ahead and rented it to a fairly good friend. Her sister actually done all the flowers and decorations for my wedding when I was 18 years old. She has a knack for beautifully creating anything. So, with the help of her sister, my new tenant has repainted the rooms, put carpet down, arranged everything neater than I ever had the home, and the neighbors are happy.
3. For anyone who has read about my Wandering Jew plant and how I haven’t killed it yet, then you know I was distressed that it would not grow. All the articles say this is one tough plant to kill. I can believe that. At one point last year, I tried hanging it in it’s pot. The hook wouldn’t hold the weight of the pot and soil and it crashed to floor, throwing the plant out. I rearranged it back into the pot and it survived. My friend visited me back in spring and showed me how to cut the starters and then replant them to thicken the plant. My Wandering Jew is now wandering everywhere and looks fabulous. The neat thing about the plant is that you can cut a starter, put it in a vase of water, and it begins to grow roots. Then you can replant the starter into the pot. Also, if you cut a starter and simply place the end down into the soil, it will take root there. However, it must be maintained and one must be careful not to over water the starter and such. So, I just stick to the vase of water.
4. I am proud and thankful to announce my 6th grader received all A’s and B’s on her report card and my 2nd grader received all G’s, which in the elementary school she attends, G’s are the same as A’s. All in all, I’m proud of them but also thankful they like school and enjoy learning.
5. I am grateful I went on a field trip with my 2nd grader to Wolf Creek Indian Village a couple weeks ago. The owners have a replica of the village, the housing, tools, and various other items that the tribe used. Now they aren’t sure which tribe lived there because early settlers found the village abandoned. They do know it was a Woodland tribe and there was a lot of remains and evidence of how they lived. We enjoyed a tour, stopping in each hut to hear stories, pass tools around, face paintings made from the berries the tribe used, and then there was a wonderful museum. I didn’t have a lot of time to shop because it was a school field trip. I managed to grab myself and two daughters rings made of stones and lotions made from various plants.
6. I am in the process of rearranging our house, so I am very thankful that I’ve had the energy and every room is turning out great. I read a lot of diy projects about decor but then to apply that to my home, leaves me stumped. I am not like my tenant’s sister when it comes to creating something from nothing. I am proud that everything seems to be taking shape and several of the diy projects are turning out decent. My oldest daughter has a strong creative side so she has helped a lot.
7. I am grateful that as much fun as the month of October brings in this area, the hectic schedule is out of the way. Last month there were field trips, fall festivals, haunted houses, pumpkin patches, fun fest for the elementary school, and then ordinary life errands. Such as, taking my oldest daughter to the dentist for her braces to be tightened, doctor appointments for myself, shots for the girls, and eye appointments. This month so far on my planner looks pretty bare. Other than the next dentist appointment to tighten her braces again, Thanksgiving, and my birthday on the 22nd, I don’t think there is much more to prepare for. My birthday fell on Thanksgiving last year. First time since 2001. In 2001, my birthday fell on Thanksgiving and I found out that same day I was pregnant with my oldest daughter. I don’t expect a party or obscene amounts of gifts for my birthday. I don’t cringe either if I receive a simple gift I need or want, and age is just a number to me. I’ll be 37 years old, but I feel the same as I did when I was turning 24 in 2001.
8. This ties into number 7 in a way. Speaking of birthdays, age, and all of that, I am so thankful that I am in perfectly good health. Physically. I don’t keep it a secret that I had a problem and struggled since 2000 with an opiate addiction. I have been clean 3 years as of this month. So, I have regular check ups because liver disease runs in my family. My check-up came back that I am healthy. My mother had diabetes when she was my age. My aunt had passed away at the age of 42 because of an aneurysm due to high blood pressure. My grandmother had passed away in 2000 due to liver disease though she never so much as drank a beer her entire life. All this considering, and the fact I met my real father at the age of 30 and the following year him and my mother both passed away at the age of 56, but I have no clue what he was sick from, luckily I have perfect blood pressure, perfect sugar levels, and even though I have smoked since age 13, I have perfect lungs, kidneys, ect. 3 years ago when I went into treatment, my liver enzymes were extremely high due to years of pills and then 3 years spent going to a methadone clinic. My check-up recently showed my enzymes are only slightly higher than they should be and I have no liver damage. <knocking on wood> I did inherit from my mother’s side, being bipolar. The new medication has worked wonderfully and so I’m thankful physically I am healthy and mentally, I’m medicated. lol.
9. I’ll tie #9 into #8. Though being an addict was/is a struggle daily, I’ve learned to take things one day at a time and I feel confident that I have been fair and honest with my daughters. I feel like they understand they can talk to me about anything, even if I don’t like it. I have taken time to explain how drugs can ruin a person’s life. I never listened to my grandparents and though my childhood was picture perfect being raised by them, the lines of communication only extended so far. I didn’t feel comfortable telling my grandparents that I had tried weed, or when I decided to have sex. While my mother lived in the next county and hadn’t raised me, I could go to her to get put on birth control, to talk to her about drugs. You would think growing up a hippie that my mother may have enjoyed the LSD of her era. She didn’t. Her older sister, my aunt that passed away, I may have felt better talking to her. But since I was 17 at the time she passed away, I hadn’t reached that type of relationship with her yet. My mother was helpful but to me she didn’t understand anything I was going through. I feel I have experienced the reasons drugs are appealing and experienced the reasons the drugs aren’t appealing anymore, but not being able to stop. With this experience, I feel like my daughters can talk to me, I keep the lines of communication open, especially with my 11 year old, and I hope they understand that I do know what I’m talking about, because I have been there.
10. I am grateful that the hectic days are over, and I can take time to reflect on things I’m grateful for. At times, it can be a challenge coming up with 10. I done this post with great ease. I’m grateful for Ten Thing of Thankful, the NaNoGraMo challenge, and crossing my fingers I can post every day for 30 days for the NaBloPoMo November 2013 challenge.
There’s my list. Anyone reading, go link up to Considerings and share what you’re grateful for and read about the NaNoGraMo gratitude challenge.
“Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.”
― Maya Angelou,