UNPLUGGED NOW!

BLOGGERS UNPLUGGED

SOMETIMES, WE ALL NEED TO BREAK FROM THESE LITTLE GLOWING BOXES. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHEN IT’S TIME TO UNPLUG? WHAT DO YOU DO TO MAKE IT HAPPEN?

I know it’s time to unplug when I have nothing left to say and what I am writing no longer makes sense even to me! I walk away and watch movies or anything else but write!

Enough said!

 

 

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bloggers-unplugged/”>Bloggers, Unplugged</a>

 

HUMBLE PIE NOT!

HUMBLE PIE

TELL US ABOUT A TIME YOU FOUND OUT AFTER THE FACT THAT YOU’D BEEN MISTAKEN AND YOU HAD TO EAT A SERVING OF HUMBLE PIE.

Well, not to brag but I am never wrong! I can’t remember the last time I had to eat Humble Pie! Oh, wait that’s right never! I never argue a point unless I know I am right and you know what it feels good watching someone else eat Humble Pie. I don’t know why people don’t realize I am always right! It’s jus the way it goes. I can’t help it that I know more than they do. I guess I was just blessed with good and sense and the ability to recall what I know with such clarity. That is all for today. Have a great Saturday.

 

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/humble-pie/”>Humble Pie</a>

BLACK FRIDAY

THE LUCKIEST PEOPLE

WHO WAS THE FIRST PERSON YOU ENCOUNTERED TODAY? WRITE ABOUT HIM OR HER. 

The first person I ran into this morning was my husband! Since yesterday was Thanksgiving he was off today as well. I, on the other hand, had to go back to work. I got up a little later than my usual time since I didn’t have to get the kids up and ready for school.

I got dressed and while I was brushing my teeth. I suddenly felt  a presence behind me sure enough there he stood with his rumpled hair and sleep filled eyes. It was a good thing I had already used the bathroom  because he scared me so bad I could’ve peed myself.

Unfazed by my knee jerk reaction he asked in his scratchy morning voice “What are you doing”. I looked at him with toothbrush in hand and mouth filled with toothpaste and said, ” Uh! Brushing my teeth”! That was kind of a no-brainer, but I forgave him as he had just woke up.

I finished getting ready to head out as the rest of my brood trickled into the living room. When I left both my boys and my husband were playing video games. It sucks that I had to leave my nice cozy home where everyone else got to be off, but me.

To top it off we are having the first real Winter day of the season. It rained all day Thanksgiving and today I woke up to find my car covered in ice since the temperature dropped from yesterday.

So not only did I have to leave my boys behind I had to fight the Black Friday traffic, rain, and ice. Man, this blows. It almost feels like Monday instead of Friday. I can’t wait to get it over with and start my weekend!

 

 

a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/the-luckiest-people/”>The Luckiest People</a>

 

 

 

NEEDLE AND THREAD

TEACH YOUR (BLOGGERS) WELL

WE ALL KNOW HOW TO DO SOMETHING WELL– WRITE A POST THAT TEACHES READERS HOW TO DO SOMETHING YOUN KNOW AND/OR LOVE TO DO.

There are many things I love to do reading and writing are the top two. I also love to cross-stitch. Making something appear on the fabric simply by following the pattern is like a puzzle you see start to slowly appear as if by magic. I have been doing cross stitch for a long time now and I was getting burnt out on it. So I attempted to teach myself how to crochet.

I tried about a year ago and gave up frustrated, and pissed off at the yarn. I felt stupid that I couldn’t even master this little task when there were little girls on youtube doing whole tutorials, on the whole, thing. What? How could I not get it and they could? So a couple of months ago not wanting to give up I tried again. This time everything clicked into place. I learned how to do a granny square and loved it!

I learned everything I know on youtube it is the best thing to teach yourself how to learn crochet! I became addicted to making every kind of granny square and I later learned there are at least 800 different patterns for a granny square. Crazy right, to be able to create something just from a piece of yarn is awesome! I was never very good at art, but now I feel like I can make  anything!

I suggest to anyone that is wanting to learn a new hobby to go on youtube and learn how to crochet and there are thousands of patterns for free online. I can’t teach you how to do it crochet is something you have to learn on your own.

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/teach-your-bloggers-well/”>Teach Your (Bloggers) Well</a>

 

 

 

 

 

NOVEMBER RULES!

The only thing I like about the month of November is  THANKSGIVING!

The rest of the time I am fighting the sheer amount of traffic and the Christmas shoppers from Hell! Black Friday? Forget about it. I am still recovering from the 10lbs I gained from all the turkey and pie I ate the day before.

I don’t want to get caught up in a crowd of crazies pushing their way to the front of the line just to get that great deal on a new tv, or gaming system. I would rather pay full price than possibly get shanked in line by the normally sweet and innocent housewife.Ugg!

November is also the month there is no longer any denying Winter  its on its way and man, she is a cold bitch. Arthritis kicks in and the flu goes around like wildfire. If I can just make it to March I am in the clear!

However, Thanksgiving makes all the other drama worth it! To come together as a family and stuff ourselves to the gills. To be with the ones you love even if it is for that one day. All your problems suspended as if the day has frozen in time just to celebrate the love and togetherness. The tradition of the parade on the boob tube and even though I don’t watch it the FOOTBALL GAMES GALORE!

Yes, there is always drama somewhere, somehow but it is a day that is carried with you always and as for me I am always trying to figure out new things to cook and  bring for dessert just to see the awe on the family’s faces.

That is why no matter what happens, or how cold it gets in the month of November it is all worth it for that one day of family and togetherness.  That is why NOVEMBER RULES!

 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO EVERYONE INCLUDING MY FELLOW BLOGGERS!!!

GRUDGES HA!!!!!

I CAN’T STAY MAD AT YOU

DO YOU HOLD GRUDGES OR DO YOU BELIEVE IN FORGIVE AND FORGET?

 

I totally believe in forgiveness! Forgetting, however, is a whole other ball of wax. How can you forget something that has been done to you? Sometimes something so heinous that you are traumatized over it for life! There is no  forgetting that one moment that changed the way you viewed life forever.

Turn the other cheek? Why so they can slap me on the other side to match my now stinging face? I don’t think so! It has taken me a lot of therapy and soul searching just to be able to forgive you can’t ask me to forget as well! That is just too much!

That is probably why even now if you wrong me no matter how small you are out of my life! I used to mourn the loss of those I have lost, but now, now I no longer care I am a better person for not letting those that have wronged me stay in my life.

Those of you that are left in my life you know I don’t have time for liars and wrong doers and I appreciate you all the more for being my friends.

Grudges are for the weak minded and have nothing left to hold on to but their grudges. You will never grow as a person if you hold a grudge. Don’t let yourself be your own worst enemy. As I said in one of my previous blogs I MAY FORGIVE, BUT I WILL NEVER FORGET….

 

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/i-cant-stay-mad-at-you/”>I Can’t Stay Mad at You</a>

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/i-cant-stay-mad-at-you/”>I Can’t Stay Mad at You</a>

 

WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD PROMPTS GONE

LITERATE FOR A DAY

SOMEONE OR SOMETHING YOU CAN’T COMMUNICATE WITH THROUGH WRITING ( A BABY, A PET, AN OBJECT) CAN UNDERSTAND EVERY WORD WRITE TODAY, FOR ONE DAY ONLY. WHAT DO YOU  TELL THEM. 

 

What?  This was a bit confusing but if I got it right, I have already posted a previous blog called “Dear Harley”. That would be everything I had. The link is below for “Dear Harley”.

 

 

https://angelaappleby09.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/dear-harley/ ‎

 

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/literate-today/”>Literate for a Day</a>

 

 

DINNER FOR 9

SEAT GURU

YOU GET TO PLAN A DINNER PARTY FOR 4-8 OF YOUR FAVORITE WRITERS/ARTISTS/MUSICIANS NOTABLE FIGURES, WHETHER DEAD OR ALIVE. WHO DO YOU SEAT NEXT TO WHOM IN ORDER TO INSPIRE THE MOST FUN EVENING?

It would be a great night I would invite:

1. LAURELL K HAMILTON- great writer.
2. KRESLEY COLE- great writer.
3. J.R. WARD- great writer.
4. LYNSAY SANDS- great writer.
5. KIM HARRISON- great writer.
6. LORA LEIGH- great writer.
7. MICHELLE BARDSLEY-great writer.
8. RICHELLE MEAD- great writer.

 

All of my faves in paranormal romances. They have  everything from great sex to action so intense it will keep you up at night. Once you start any of these Author’s books you don’t put it down until you’re finished reading them. I have contributed many a sleepless nights to these wonderful ladies. I sit at a round dinner table so everyone is equal no one is at the head and I could just stare at them while they read my paranormal story that is currently in progress.

I would have to get their opinions and of course, get selfies with all of them. These are the women I aspire to, and one day I hope to get my name up there to join their ranks. If  you haven’t  checked them out please do yourself a favor and do it today.

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/seat-guru/”>Seat Guru</a>

 

 

ABUSED.

I am angry, enraged even about this book I just read it is called “A CHILD CALLED IT”. The writer DAVE PELZER is the child in the book. Now I have had my own version of crazy in my mother but his, his mother, indescribable. The lengths this woman went to, to torment her son is heartbreaking. She had at least from what I could tell four other boys and none of them suffered the abuse he did.

Like I said we children of abuse all have our own version of crazy in one or both of our parents that have abused us. It does not take away from my own brand of crazy I was subjected to. I am currently writing my own life story and I have been on pause for weeks because of the memories writing my life story is bringing to the forefront. A friend suggested I read this not knowing my past and I gotta say I almost didn’t get through it.

I was at work during some down time and teared up more than once. At one point I thought I would throw up. I am a very visual reader and I could see as if I were standing in the window watching everything this young boy went through. Not to mention the memories it brought up from my own horrid past.

There were things in his book that touched my very soul. Like when he said, “Mother can beat me all she wants, but I haven’t let her take away my will to somehow survive”. That really resonated with me because I felt the same way years ago. Or the part where he says ” I longed for the day when her soul would be taken into the depths of hell; only then would I be free”.

By the time, I read these parts I was already bawling This is the first book I have read that actually said things I was thinking all those years ago and it simultaneously saddened and pissed me off. You see in the book his Mom was sweet and nice and the perfect Mother in the beginning then like a light switch something inside of her flipped and she became this monster unrecognizable to her little boy. My Mother, on the other hand, was always crazy, I can’t ever remember a “Normal Childhood”.

What really got me though is the Husband he knew and even the Teachers at school knew and no one helped him. For years, they allowed him to suffer until someone stepped in to help. I can totally relate to that seeing as how I was also alone in my struggle. The difference is my Mom hid it better. His Mom seemed to not care that she was caught stabbing her child or starving him for weeks on end. It was awful.

Now that I am an adult I recognize and understand that my struggle was real just as real as anyone else’s just not in the same way. I get enraged anytime anyone stands there and allows abuse to happen. I found out just about a year ago that my Aunt’s saw my Mother abuse me when I was barely one and no one did anything. In my opinion, those  people are just as guilty as the abuser themselves.

What kind of person just sits there and lets abuse happen. This is no longer the 70’s which is when this book took place we are allowed to stand up for our children. You know the saying it takes a village well, it does take a village to prevent child abuse. It got so bad for Dave that his Mother resorted to calling him an “It” stripping him of his identity completely!

I have never been called, “It” but there was a lot of mental abuse along with the physical. It pissed me off that so many people knew and did nothing to help this kid out. Even now thinking about it, I am starting to tear up. If my Husband were to abuse my kids I could never stand around and not only let it happen but be subjected to mental abuse from him too.

After I left work and I was finished with the book a sort of calm came over me the only thing I have ever wanted was to write and the very first thing I wanted to get published was my “Life Story”. I was always afraid that I shouldn’t do it but after reading this I have no choice. The fact that abuse happens and no one talks about it is a disgrace. I live in the Land of the Free, the home of the brave, the United Stated of America and I am not allowed to talk about it. Bullshit!

After reading this Man’s incredible journey from suffering to freedom, I knew in my very soul this is what I was meant to do. Everyone needs to be aware of Child Abuse it happens daily. If he can reach me with his book that he wrote so long ago, after I have already come out the other side of Hell. I know my story will touch someone as well. Thank You, Dave, for your courage and bravery to tell your story it gives me the  courage I need to finish mine.

Below is a poem that Dave had in the back of this book I want to share it with you now and if you haven’t read this book I encourage everyone to read it. Whether you were abused or not this book should touch the very core of your soul and make you aware for the rest of your life.

 

I NEVER KNEW

I NEVER KNEW HOW BAD IT WAS; 

I HEARD IT DID EXIST. 

I WAS APPALLED AT THIS CRIME

THAT ROBBED YOUTH 

OF THEIR “SPECIAL” TIME.

I NEVER KNEW HOW BAD IT HURT;

THE BRUISES AND SCARS AREN’T SEEN. 

AND WHY SOMEWHERE ALONG LIFE’S WAY,

THE BRUTALITY OF ABUSE

HAS MADE YOU PAY.

I NEVER KNEW HOW YOU FELT;

YOUR SELF-ESTEEM SO LOW. 

I ONLY KNEW YOU CREPT AWAY,

AND NEVER LET YOUR FEELINGS SHOW.

I NEVER KNEW WHAT I COULD DO;

THAT I COULD HELP SOMEHOW.

THAT ALL YOU NEEDED WAS A FRIEND; 

JUST SOMEONE TO BE YOUR PAL.

BUT NOW I KNOW THAT I CAN HELP;

I CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE, TOO.

I’LL STAND WITH YOU;  I’LL SHOUT WITH YOU, 

AND THE REST CAN’T SAY,”I NEVER KNEW.” 

BY: CINDY M ADAMS

 

 

 

 

 

 

Origins

IT BUILDS CHARACTER

TELL US ABOUT A FAVORITE CHARACTER FROM FILM, THEATER, OR LITERATURE, WITH WHOM YOU’D LIKE TO HAVE A HEART-TO-HEART. WHAT WOULD YOU TALK ABOUT?

I would love to have a heart-to-heart with an Indian Princess from over 200 years ago. Not just any Princess the one I am related to. She was either Blackfoot, Sioux, or Cherokee. I can’t remember which one it was. As I have all three in my bloodline I know she was one of these tribes.

I always hated my maiden name, but a few years ago my Dad found out the origins of our name and now, I am impressed. A white man fell in love with said Princess and to honor her father the Chief. He took her last name when they married.

Now it has been changed throughout the years and I am sure pronounced differently, but that is so cool. I would love to be able to sit and have a chat with her about well everything.

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