In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Me Time.”
What would be my ideal Saturday morning? At the moment, I am sitting and watching it snow on top of the three inches we got last night. I have been going through my emails and wondering why there aren’t as many as there usually is. It’s cold and I have upped the heat in my home about 4 degrees higher than I normally keep it. But, to answer the question, what would be my ideal Saturday morning? This is it.
Doing what I want to do and feeling no pressure to do anything else.
I’m trying to figure things out with my technology addled mind. There is so much to know! I need to do something soon as my iPad has been acting up on me lately. I need to get a new computer but they are so expensive!
I feel fortunate that I don’t have to go out and brave the cold and snowy/icy streets. I also feel fortunate that I am warm and safe inside my home.
This Saturday, I am doing exactly what I want to be doing and being grateful that I am. And, being grateful for so much more.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cupid’s Arrow.”
Once Upon a Time in a land far far away and in a time that was filled with fairies and elves, dragons and knights, and one princess.
The princess lived with her mother queen and father king in a large castle with a moat surrounding it. The father King would only allow the bridge brought down for them to leave the castle when it was time to go grocery shopping. Once they had finished their grocery shopping, up went the bridge and no one could come to the castle.
Now the moat was filled with alligators and poisonous water snakes so no one would even dare to swim across the moat to the castle. Thus, leaving the beautiful princess very very lonely.
“Father,” pled the princess, “I want to have callers come see me so I will not feel alone anymore.”
“No princess, I don’t want callers to come see you because your mother and I want to keep you with us always.”
The beautiful princess would go to her room and cry, and cry, and cry.
This went on day, after day, after day. And still, the father king would not allow callers for his beautiful daughter.
One day all was quiet in the castle. The father king and mother queen were playing chess and the beautiful princess was in her room sad and alone.
Suddenly, she heard some pecking at her window. She went to the window and there was a bird standing there waiting for her to open the window. She hurriedly opened the window and the bird handed her a note. The note read:
“Dear beautiful princess,
I have wanted very much to come calling for you but they will not let down the bridge so that I can. I have a plan and if my plan works, I will come for you to marry me.”
The princess was so happy! Finally, she would have a gentleman caller to become her husband! She must not tell her father king or her mother queen.
The next morning they heard a scratching sound at their front door. This was highly unusual because they had no visitors because of the moat. The servant went and opened the door and standing there was a small puppy, wet and shaking. The princess hurriedly picked up the puppy and held it to her very tight. “Oh father and mother, may I keep this puppy?” The father king and mother queen agreed that she could keep the puppy.
The beautiful princess dried off the puppy and gave him something to eat. She told the puppy his name was Valentine. The puppy was very happy with his new name.
That night, the princess was tucking the puppy in his bed for the night and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Immediately, the puppy turned into a handsome prince.
“Oh! I thought you were a puppy but you are a handsome prince!?”
The prince took the hand of the beautiful princess and kissed her on the lips. This made the princess very happy.
“I have come for you to become my wife.” The prince answered.
Together they fled from the castle (and let down the bridge without the king and queen knowing), and ran to the village and eloped.
This was the day that became Valentine’s Day and is a national holiday in this land far far away.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”
Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood. ~ Daily Prompt 02/10/15
Sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, I have to have hot cocoa and toast for breakfast. This is my comfort food breakfast and it takes me back to the time I was a little bitty girl. All I wanted for breakfast was cocoa (hot) and toast. Of course, my mother made the best. She made the cocoa from scratch, using milk, Hershey’s chocolate powder and sugar. There was no instant cocoa or pre-made chocolate milk. It was carefully and lovingly made from scratch. And the toast wasn’t instant popup toaster toast, no. It was buttered bread broiled in the oven to perfection.
The joy of eating this delightful breakfast was the careful dipping of the buttered toast into the hot cocoa and eating it dripping with hot cocoa and running down my chin. It was my ultimate happiness breakfast and made my day begin on a happy note and a full tummy.
It isn’t the same eating this delicious breakfast as an adult as it was as a little child, but it still makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside and I think back to that little girl that loved every squishy bite.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Teacher’s Pet.”
Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her? ~ Daily Prompt 02/01/2015
Laurna and Murna were two sisters that lived down the road from me and were my best friends in second grade. We ate lunch together every single day. One day at lunch, as usual, we were together in the lunch line and got separated by tables. I was the last one to be seated at one table and they began the next table. I was anguished over our separation. I stood up and over the noisy crowded room yelled, “Laurna, Murna!” They didn’t hear me, so I yelled again.
Suddenly a teacher who was on lunch-room duty came and grabbed me by my arm and yanked me up from the table. She told me she was taking me to my teacher for a spanking. I had no idea what for! Why was I getting a spanking? Because I yelled for my friends? Apparently, it was because this lunch duty teacher had motioned for me to sit down and I didn’t mind her.
The truth is, I didn’t see her motioning for me to sit down.
When my teacher got back from lunch she took me to the back of the class behind a partition and walloped me several times with a wooden paddle. I happened to have on jeans that day so it was very painful.
After my paddling, I laid my head on my desk and cried for the remainder of school day. I was humiliated and I had been punished for something I didn’t know was wrong.
About a month after this happened, we had eye tests at school and it was discovered that I was near-sighted and needed glasses. I didn’t see that teacher motion for me to sit down because I COULDN’T see her.
I think the impact that this had on me wasn’t the fault of my teacher that only carried out what she was told to do, but of that old cranky prune that picked me up by my arm and marched me to the principal’s office.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burnt.”
Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind? ~ Daily Prompt 1/30/2015
Yesterday my house was suppose to be on fire and I was suppose to grab five things to take out with me (the family and pets were already safe). I wrote that I had been in a house fire before and that you do not take five things with you, you simply get out.
Today I am going to write about those five things I was suppose to grab and take with me and other things I would feel the loss of if they burned.
First, I would mourn the loss of my purse
Second, I would mourn the loss of my iPad and blue tooth keyboard because that is what I do all my computer work on.
Third, I would miss my camera, even though it isn’t the best on the market, it is the best for me at this time of my (no)skills of photography.
Fourth, I would miss all my art paraphernalia; pencils, erasers, measurement devices, circle templates, line drawing devices, special drawing pads, books, rulers, leads, etc.
Fifth, I would miss my clothing. Although my clothing is nothing special you don’t realize how important it is until everything you own (and wear, including under garments) are all burned and you have nothing to wear except the clothes on your back. (In my case, I was asleep when it happened so I had on a nightgown). As a footnote, the day after this fire happened, I had to call my employer and tell him I couldn’t come to work because I had nothing to wear (because of a fire) and I was fired (and he was fired shortly after).
Sixth, (this should be higher on the list, but it didn’t occur to me until now), I would mourn the loss of all my paper photographs and photograph albums.
Seventh, I would miss my Password Vault.
Eighth, I would celebrate life. I would celebrate that I was still alive and that the things I mentioned above are all replaceable except the paper pictures. Yes, I may mourn the things that I have lost in the fire but I will celebrate that which did not perish. Me.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Depth.”
Although I took this photo during our last snow, this is what it looks like here in the Four Corners today. It is cold and snowing. This probably isn’t a good photo to use for depth but I’m using it anyway.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burning Down the House.”
Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab? – Daily Prompt
I HAVE been in a house fire and I will tell you right now you don’t think about grabbing five things. In fact, the only thing a person should think of is to GET OUT. (I personally had to break my bedroom window and crawl out).
If you are a person that is going to grab five things before you get out of the burning building then you aren’t one of the brightest bulbs on the block. But, just say you are and you want to grab five things; well… by the time you grab that third, fourth or fifth thing then you don’t need to worry about escaping because it will be too late.
This wasn’t a very smart prompt if WordPress wants to teach their clients “how to stay alive in the event of a fire.” You just lost all your clients while they were grabbing five things in a fire. As for me, I waited until the fire was out before I submitted my response to the prompt. :o)
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Express Yourself.”
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fireside Chat.”
What person whom you don’t know very well in real life — it could be a blogger whose writing you enjoy, a friend you just recently made, etc. — would you like to have over for a long chat in which they tell you their life story? ~ Daily Prompt 1/22/2015
There are many friends which I have made on WordPress that I would love to sit down and chat with and hear their life story. We all have stories to tell and stories to write about. But, because I have known the pain and suffering of having a mental illness, both from the illness itself and from the shame that comes attached to it, I would love to sit down and visit with Cat and with Scarred and Scared (and others who share this experience). In fact, I would love for us to be able to share our stories of both pain and healing. I would love to be able to cry and laugh with them and give them both a hug.
I would also love to meet just about everyone I have interacted with in this WordPress world. I have come to care a great deal about many wonderful people (you know who you are). I actually started listing names but decided against it because I didn’t want to leave anyone out. You are all amazing people and I love getting to know you and sharing stories and laughter with you.
Thank you so much for being a part of my life and making it so much brighter!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”
What are the things you need to do within 30 minutes of waking up to ensure your day gets off on the right foot? What happened the last time you didn’t do one of these things? ~Daily Prompt 1/21/15
The first thing I do in the morning is, after, well, then I drink coffee. Two cups of coffee. While I am drinking coffee, I am checking my emails, responding to them, and reading my friends’ blog posts.
What happened the last time I didn’t do these things? I honestly don’t remember. Probably spontaneously combust.