Writing Prompts Trouble

Soo...I'm sure you all have heard of writing prompts such as Writer's Workshop (hosted by Mama's Losin It) and The Spin Cycle (hosted by Sprite's Keeper). I know I haven't participated in awhile. Well actually that really isn't true, I have participated but nothing seems good enough or coherent enough to publish.

This last week for example. The prompt I chose from the Writer's Workshop was #3.

3.) "It was as if an invisible thread hooked her to her boy. The thread could go taut or slack but it could never come undone, it could never reach the end of its spool because there was no end; it bound them forever." What does unconditional love mean to you?(inspired when a mother is forced to give her baby up in The Seamstress by Frances De Pontas Peebles)

What does unconditional love mean to you?

I received this on Monday and it took me all day to figure out which prompt i was going to try. It was due to be turned in by Thursday! I wrote and rewrote it, struggled with it, called my mother about it. Discussed it with friends and hubby and got nowhere. Thought about changing the direction of the content and even maybe from a different viewpoint, nothing, it was a mess.

My mother and bf said I need to scrap the idea of writing it cause I am too hardcore and haven't experienced it, to know anything about it. I tried to disagree but two against one is never good.

Final consensus on Unconditional Love is that it is something that only exists with a parent to their child and even sometimes that isn't true. I never received that kind of love from my birth mother and longed for it for way too long. I also never had any children therefore I know nothing about that side of it. Soo, long story short I have no business trying my hand at something I am clueless about, so I missed the deadline.

Then there is this weeks Spin Cycle. Prompt is Respect.

Aye, aye, aye. Once again I turned to all the usual folks to give me their take on the subject, anything that might trigger a memory or create something in this (what seems like) dead brain. The only thing I was left with is just how different folks perceive respect to be.

I find it a little funny that this word came up cause it has to be one of the most difficult words for me. What is respect? How do you even define it? The word itself as been used many many times throughout my life and every time I question it, I get all different types of answers. My mom throws it around as a warning to straighten up or back down. Aretha uses it as a "no appreciation".

When I was young I thought I pretty much knew what was expected of me as far as showing respect, but after one particular boyfriend I suddenly was in a whole new world of what respect meant and felt clueless.

Heck I'm not really sure I have ever been shown "respect" cause I probably wouldn't recognize it if I had. I know there is the whole Ma'am and Sir thing, which I totally hate by the way! (when it is thrown MY way)

So, my friends I will bore you no further on my inability to comprehend either of these subjects, other than to say...my take on it all...

Unconditional love comes from the respect you have built through a substantial bond and/or relationship.

AND yeah that probably doesn't make any sense to most, but for some reason it does to me.

I am a contradictory person. LOL!

Cassie's Journey Continues

I thought yall might like to read a little of the next piece of Cassie's story. The first piece was here and second piece here.
To be warned...This post is not suitable for children.

After being pointed in the right direction, she was once again walking along side the road. A little red sports car pulls up beside her and the man asks if she needed a ride. The tears had stained her face and her eyes were puffy and red. She left in such a hurry she didn’t even know how bad she looked. She leaned down and briefly eyed him and said NO and proceeded to keep walking. The man took one look at her and parked his car their on the road and got out. She wasn’t sure yet if he was hostile or not. She had just learned a lesson of “You can never tell”. She started to back up and retreat, but something in his voice made her stop and give him a chance.

He put her in the car with the gentlest of hands and took her to his place. He put down some blankets on the floor, showed her where the bathroom was and he went to his room. She sat on the floor and stayed as quiet as she could; waiting to be sure he wasn’t coming back out. After being pretty sure he wasn’t, she locked herself in the bathroom. She had never wanted a bath so much in her life! She lay on the blankets on the floor all fresh and clean, she fell asleep instantly.

The next morning she woke to the smell of eggs and coffee. The previous night he looked to be around his late twenties, but this morning in the light she could tell he was more like her dad’s age. She sat there and ate her breakfast and they talked. Before she knew it, she was spilling her guts to him about everything. It felt so good to finally have someone to listen and actually understand. He never once yelled at her or made her feel bad for what she did or for what had happened last night. She cried on his shoulder most of the morning and he was very fatherly to her. Unfortunately he had to go to work and said he would drop her off on the interstate. She didn’t want to leave, but she understood that he had gone out of his way by picking her up. She was grateful. He did however wag his finger at her for not bringing warmer clothes and gave her one of his sweaters. He said “Here is my address, when you get to your aunts, you can mail it back”.

They said their goodbyes on the side of the road and he drove away. Cassie had now been gone from home a whole day. She stood there wondering if her family missed her yet, if they were even looking for her and if her mother was sorry yet. Knowing her mother, Cassie was sure her mother was still mad.

Cassie hadn’t even started to walk yet and a van pulled up. He looked nice enough and was sweet with his words, so she climbed in. He convinced her to go to a bar with him; she had been drinking for a year already and relished in the idea of a drink. She got her first beer in a bar and was feeling very grown up. So far this man seems to be enjoying himself and was very funny. He told all kinds of jokes and had everyone laughing, more drinks were passed around and she was feeling very carefree. They had been there for hours and she lost count of how many beers she had had.

He grabbed her hand and led her outside, she knew from the grip of his hand that he wasn’t going to let her go. She struggled to get loose; fear was at its peak! She had drunk so much she was stumbling, her words were slurred and she could feel her throat closing up from the fear. He was pushing her into the van and she tried to scream, but nothing came out of her throat except for a little squeak. She tried to kick him, scratch him and even bite him; nothing worked. He was too strong and she was too drunk.

Cassie laid there not able to control her crying, she straightened her clothes as he rummaged through her bag. He found the little piece of paper with the address on it and started driving. She hugged the stuffed dog with floppy ears that she had brought with her and passed out. She woke to being yanked out of the van and thrown to the sidewalk. The sudden movement made her stomach release its torment all over the loaned sweater. She crawled and stumbled to the man’s porch and passed out again.

Her eyes opened to his angry voice, she cried that she was sorry for barfing on his shirt. It was already very late at night; she wondered how long she had been out there on his porch. He grabbed her by the arm, lifted her to her feet and took her inside, he wasn’t gentle this time. He was grumbling and pushed her towards the bathroom. She just thought for sure it was going to happen to her again, every man so far that grabbed her, took her. Instead he took off the sweater and threw her in the shower with her clothes on. He yelled at her to not come out till she was clean and had sobered up! She managed to take off her clothes and put them on the floor. She stayed in the shower for what seemed like forever, she was afraid to face him, but she had to get out of the shower eventually.

When she opened the curtain, her clothes were gone and instead a towel had been placed on the toilet seat. She thought to herself...I can’t go out there with just a towel! Suddenly she heard him yell through the door in a voice very scarily similar the voice her father would have used. “Get that towel on and get out here!” She did as she was told and as soon as she opened the door he wrapped her in a blanket and made her sit at the table and tell him what happened. She bawled it all out to him, very incoherently. Some how he got the jist of it and cradled her in his arms for a long time.

That night after he had gone to bed, she laid there and couldn’t get to sleep. The last two days were enough to keep her awake for many more nights, so she thought. She went to his room and crawled on the bed, she stayed on top of the covers. She laid there looking at him and eventually feel asleep.




(This is my story of when I was 15 and what all happened at that time. Cassie is the name I started using as an alias, so no one would be able to know who I was and send me back to my parents. This story doesn't end till I am back with my parents.)

What a Week

My week:
Niece was born.
Sleep was hiding from me.
Phone ringing off the wall.
Road trip to Austin.
Visited niece in hospital.
Vacation cancelled.
Tooth pain finally killing me.
Went to the dentist.
Two holes in head killing me.
Bedroom floor not progressing.
Lawnmower man arrived with niece and SIL in tow.
Took dog to vet, all is okay.
He was such a good boy about it!
Still have two movies from Netflix I have yet to watch.
And of course there were some opportunities for photos.


Families week:
Boo went back to school.
Homework calls have begun.
Sister M was riding her bike home from work.
Bike got stolen.
Mom got use of brother I's car, but he took it back.
Way too much drama.
Sister E decided to homeschool older kids.
Mom and I fought on phone.

Friends/bloggers week:
Spot's daughter had scary surgery, slowly recovering.
Kathryn's beloved dog Metro passed on to the fluffy clouds in the sky.
Dee had cataract surgery on both eyes. (maybe that was last week)
Lucy fell and hurt herself.
Lucy also needs to get jolted again to get her heart back in rhythm.

Talked hours on end with bbf, who now has to see a dentist.
Bf has been testing her crochet skills by making baby booties and stretching the pattern for big kids. Gotta go get some for niece and myself.

Just to name a few of the things that grabbed my attention this week. There is still more, but it's time for another pain pill and eventually today some grocery shopping.

Went to the Dentist!

As some of you already know, I have been dealing with teeth issues since I was a teenager. Slowly but surely I have had this tooth out and that tooth out, till I was finally down to less than half of my alotted amount. From what I know there are five stages to gum disease and I am currently at stage four. The gum line just keeps going and going farther down. No where near fun and at times extremely painful.

As a child, for some reason dental hygiene was not high on the list of things to do at home or at a dentist. My parents raised us with the motto "If it don't hurt then there is no reason to go see someone about it". Even to this day I have practiced this motto, it has been ingrained into me. Although now in retrospect I wish I had had all that preventive care that I was denied and ignored myself.

I have had this tooth bugging me for the last month or so and I desperately didn't want to have to get into my vacation savings to have it pulled. I'm sure yall are wondering "why not have it fixed instead of pulled?" Well the reason is that, way back when most all my teeth had been fixed at some point in time. With the gum disease the way it is, I would just have to keep doing it over and over and over again till they eventually fall out of my head. It's just easier on the pocketbook and less painful to get it over with and yanked out, than to mess with something that I know is just a temporary fix.

So the tooth was messing with me soo bad yesterday I finally broke down and called the dentists office. She (receptionist) told me to come on in right now. Crap I wasn't prepared for that!! Nerves, nerves, where for art thou nerves! It's not really the dentist I am scared off, it's the needle. My heart rate and pulse skyrocket and my whole body tenses up at the moment of the needle. I end up walking out of there shaking, bleeding and feeling like I had just went for an extreme workout.

Two teeth and $266 gone and my face feels like I was in a boxing match!
Just 13 left to go and I will have to start working on a savings budget for some new pearly whites! Yippie, wont I look purrty!

Naturally the dentist wants me to come back as soon as I get the money for another extraction, that should be in three months. UGH!

OH and apparently I am an oddity. Really Dr? Gee, I didn't know that! LOL! I had numbers 6 and 27 pulled. Number 6 broke, no oddity there. BUT number 27 was giving the doc a heck of a time, come to find out that particuar tooth is supposed to have only one root, mine had two!

I have always been told and have always know that I am weird, but now I have proof!! LOL!

Trip to see Little Heather

Monday Mom, Dad, brother I and SIL D, and I all went to Austin to see my namesake.
Brother I offered up his car for the journey. I am very grateful, but I have to say..MAN it was hot!! The car had no A/C and the temps were over 100. The windows were all down and the sun roof open. The wind of 70mph was whipping my hair all over the place and my face was numb on one side. Can I just say, three old folks in a car with no A/C makes for a very cranky ride.

Mom bless her heart had been behind the wheel since 8am and melting the whole way. She melts without being in the direct sun, you can just imagine the pile of sweat she was by time she came to get me at noon. She continued to drive all day and didn't get back home till after 10pm. For an old lady, she surprised me. Just kidding mom! (she hates to be refered to as an old lady) LOL!

Dad, oh boy what to say about dad...LOL! That man was surely in a mood. At first it was light hearted and joking around. He really loves to tease me on just about EVERYTHING! Well the hotter it got the worse he started to feel and the crankier he got. Snippy actually! Then when we got to the hospital, dad was already sucking oxygen and with the stuff he was cutting I was going to be needing some fresh oxygen also! Shoo-wee! Just steps away from the car in the parking garage, I was having to stand behind him and push the man forward. Dangerous! Halfway to the front entrance of the hospital, I had to leave him and hunt down a wheelchair.

We visited and she was soo sweet and never made a fuss even though we were all loud and cutting up. Matter of a fact she slept through the whole visit, till right at the end when she was unbundled for a change. Then we finally got to see her eyes. I know yall are like.. where are the pics? Well I don't have permission to post them. Bummer, I know!

Then there was the lovely ride home to look forward to. Yikes!

But first, remember dear old dad...well I was the designated pusher of wheelchair man, all 260 lbs of him. Some where along the way of pushing, I wrenched my knee. I can only think of two times that it could have happened. Once when I was backing him out of the elevator or when I had to give it all I got to get him up a hill! Either one could have been it, cause those are the only times I remember feeling something funny.

The ride back was worse than the ride up. We got stuck in traffic and the breeze was dead. The exhaust from all the other cars was nearly unbearable. The floor board was soo hot that I could feel it even through my sneakers. Eventually I laid down across the back seat to get the sun off my face. Eventually some where along the way, I fell asleep. I woke up when we got to brother's house to drop off dad.

Mom drove me home and it was 9pm, hubby was sound asleep with the phone next to him. The next evening he said he was expecting a call from me saying.. we had broke down and please come help. I was soo tired from all the heat, I was in bed by 11pm after talking to mom on the phone to keep her awake for her finally leg.

I slept ......

9 hours!!!!

Not continously but with very short times inbetween, like maybe 20 minutes at the most. When I finally did wake up for the last time, is when I noticed my feet were tender, my lower back was hurting and my knee was killing me!

BUT, it was soo worth it to see little Heather, sweet angel!

Little Heather

I was going to tell you about my fabulous trip to the Army Surplus grave yard (I believe that will link you to my pics on facebook), but instead I have even better news!

My little namesake niece was born yesterday morning after a long wait.
SIL's water broke Friday morning, labor started Saturday morning and little Heather was finally born Sunday morning. She was already five days late and us old ladies were starting to get obnoxious and annoying. So thank goodness all will settle down soon for them. Well after all the visiting!

The phone has been ring non-stop since that Friday morning. Sleep, what's that? My big and large family needed updates and I, being the one designated to reveal the updates, was a busy old lady playing phone tag with everyone.

Okay, NOT as busy as SIL obviously! That girl is such a trooper, natural child birth with NO meds. Not that I have ever had a baby, but I can NOT say that I would have been that brave.

Momma and baby are doing fabulously! Daddy, well.......Naw, just kidding! I am so proud of him, he really held it together and was a stand up (literally) kind of guy. He really did amaze me, I thought for sure he was going to get sick or pass out. LOL!

My other brother has generously offered his car for me and the proud grandma to go see them later today. Yes, I am taking him up on his offer!

Be back eventually! LOL!

Vacation Tanked.

I am so disappointed and upset.

Our plans for a real vacation have been shot down by..well all sorts of things. We had planned to go visiting family and friends in a huge triangle of Texas. Grand kids we have never seen and friends that we haven't seen in years and now my bff that I just now got back in touch with after nearly 17 years. The plans and financials had been made back in February. I have been soo good at holding on to a portion of our income tax return, just for this occasion. Even when at times that money could have been used for so many other things, this event was way more important to me. The use of my truck was the key to all of this happening and for some unconscious reason, I refused to make the obvious connection to the loss of my vacation.

My truck has been broke down since April!

Well, it does run sort of. I can take it to the store or the post office, but I have to let it sit and cool off to get it to start again. It chunks black smoke out the tailpipe and has a mind of its own when it comes to speed and brakes. I can't even get it fixed enough to pass inspection in two weeks.

It is the only truck big enough for us to take the dogs with us. If we take his truck we will have to find a dog sitter (I don't know anyone who would do it) or put them in a kennel (which we would never do even if I knew where one was). Bf's live too far away this time for them to come over and check on the cats.

The last time we went out of the area was four years ago. I was just wanting this so badly, I was ignoring the obvious complications in the plan.

How do people just get up and go when ever they feel like it?
How do they deal with pets?

Thankfully the kids are planning to come down next month, but that is only two of the six visits we had on the schedule. I hate when my head clears and problems are finally seen. Where the heck are my rose colored glasses when I need them?

Sigh...very disappointed.

Forgotten Church

I have driven past this place many times, considering it is right downtown on Main St.

I always wondered what it was.

Last week while I was walking through town, I ventured over to check it out.


I don't know why but when I peeked into a broken window, I was surprised to see that it was once a church. I don't know if it has always been a church or not.

I did notice that it had been updated probably in the late forties to mid fifties (I'm guessing about the era) with windows and a small extension of a little kitchenette and bathrooms. The stove was still there, I did get a pic of it but it was blurry cause I had to run away from the bees!

It did appear that had been in use up to at least the seventies. There were still books and other junk in the back portion.

Church doors are supposed to be always open, right?

I want to shut down. Walk away from the boxes that are looking at me.

Have ya sat back and wondered "what in the world has happened to Heather"? That girl used to blog everyday, then down to five days, then 4, now we're lucky to get 3 a week from her. What the heck is going on? She worked tirelessly to get to every one's blog. She was dedicated and reliable. What happened to that?

Well folks, I just don't know. Maybe I have hit a slump or maybe I haven't had that much going on lately. Okay that last part is soo wrong. I have been soo busy, I nearly can't think straight. This is a busy I have brought on myself, by the end of the day I just want to vegg out in front of the tv. My poor followers are suffering from my neglect.

I am working on trying to find a balance, it is not easy. I have dove into trying to get my bedroom floor done, before the kids and grand kids get here next month. This requires me to take all my junk and more junk (I'm talking boxes of stuff that I have no place for. A storage shed is needed)out of the room, go through it, weed stuff out and stack it in my kitchen. Just walking around my kitchen to my office is such a maze, it'll make ya dizzy.

Every time I look at the stacks, I sigh and turn away in disgust. The project is soo overwhelming, 60% of the time I don't even want to think about it. These boxes have been in my room for the last two years, cause I knew it was a huge task that I wasn't looking forward to doing. As long as I didn't think about it or have to look at them, everything was hunky dory. I just kept putting it off cause I was waiting for the money for materials to do the floor. Excuses, I know. I could come up with more, but I better stop while I am already digging.

My kitchen bathrooms and living room are always clean, but now you know my dirty little secret. I put things off, if I can hide them from view. LOL!

I thought maybe I could just shove the boxes in hubby's shed. Well..I guess he's as bad as I am, cause I can't even walk into the shed!! He has just as much junk as I do! Although he claims all of his stuff has a purpose, they can all be used at some time or another. Blah blah blah.

Another reason I have been missing in action, is that I have been going out in the evenings (when it is a degree cooler) and walking. On the one day hubby has off, I have been trying to spend with him. You know instead of sitting here in a different room and ignoring him. Okay not ignoring him, but not really being there with him or for him. Not that he complains, I just get conscious of it and feel bad.

On a good day my computer gets too about 20 blogs in 5 hours. Just knowing that and opening my reader, seeing the numbers up in the 50's or even the 70's, makes me sigh and get discouraged. Soo I am back to the same old thing, too much to do and not enough time in the day to do it.

Solution? I don't know if there is one. Sigh.

Overwhelmed, stressed out and way too much on my plate. BLAH! The kids are coming, ALL of them and now my bff is planning to come. The house looks like a storage unit and I am out of ideas, woman power and space. Oh yeah and get up and go! You know I just realized I am putting all these boxes in the wrong place. When I get the wood to do the floor, I'll never be able to get it into the room. SIGH...Bang head on desk!

Why is it the more you have to do, the less you want to do it? AND how do you cut corners to get it all done?

Sisters Reunited!!!!!!!!

(Just months after we meet)

I just can't believe I am writing this post...bear with me. It has been one super exciting day and most definitely one I will never forget for as long as I live.

Soo, you remember the post I did three days ago about my best friend "Two Peas in a Pod", if you don't remember please take the time to read it.

I was sitting here with the laundry going, sleepy, trying to coffee myself up and watching some stupid dinosaur movie. I was thinking the day was going to be just another ordinary day, do my chores, waste some time, wait for the old man to get home, cook supper and then go for my walk.

Mother called for a quick chat before she took a nap. I hung up with her and quickly dialed my SIL to see how she is feeling (baby due any day), my brother startled me by saying "stop dialing in my ear"! While talking to him, my ex MIL (mom) called quickly to tell me......

She found bff!

At first I was like...What did you say? I thought maybe it was one of those times where you hear what you want to hear. She repeated and I started shaking instantly. I wasn't sure (at the moment) what I was feeling. We have gone through this before, knowing what general area she might be living in. I was a little scared that was going to be the info I received. I was trying to hold my emotions in check, just in case. She relays the story of what happened.

They (her and her son T) were in Wal-Mart and T was looking at this girl, he turns to mom and asks..Is that A's daughter? They go up to her and ask her name, at first they thought they had the wrong girl cause she responded with her middle name. Well as you know it was the right girl and they were able to get info about where they are and how to get in touch.

Mom asks me..."Do you want her phone number?"

I was a total mess from then on, my world had just tilted. I know mom was talking, but seriously if you ask me what about..I could never tell ya! I not only got a phone number, I got an actual address too! The world was spinning wildly out of control.

I hung up with mom and then hung up with brother, who had been on hold.

This was all in the spam of maybe 15 minutes! Life as I have grown to know, suddenly went loopy and I was thrown into a blast from the past. My mind was reeling, the emotions overwhelming and my body...well lets just say, it was mesh of melting, bouncing, shaking and lord have mercy sweating! I paced the floor with the phone in my hands, trying to get a grip and find my composure. Ha, never found it!

(About a year before we lost touch)

I dialed...Mom (her mom) answered the phone. (I just realized I have a lot of mom's) What little resolve I had gained in a few minutes, melted away to tears. It was mom...mom...
the mix of relief, surprise, excitement and love, was just too much for me to behave any other way than a cry baby who has missed a piece of her family for soo long. I could tell it was emotional for her too and was quickly given to A.

*Excuse me while I cry a little*

It was the moment I had waited for, for a very long time. The ease, love, friendship and sisterhood was all still there. We did all the catching up we could do, in between the OMG's I can't believe this is happening's!

Hubby came home and I was panicked to think I was going to have to get off the phone. Hubby tends to come home hungry, so you know...supper is usually my next step. It was one of those moments that you don't want to end. I have her on the phone, if I hang up...will I ever be able to contact her again or will this be my one shot? I just don't know how to express the emotions I was feeling at the thought of breaking the connection. But, at least I can say "I TALKED TO HER" and all is right with the world! I don't ever plan to let that girl out of reach again, if I can help it! I am still floating on an emotional high!

To answer Angelia's question... Makes me wonder after all these years passing, if you got in touch, would the friendship rekindle? The answer is YES YES YES!!!!

Isn't it funny that it took my mom to get us together the first time and then my other mom to reunite us. Thank Goodness for MOMS!

I find it to be so ironic for me to have written that post only three days ago and now this! Fate? Maybe!

Walk With Me Through Lytle, Texas

When I come into town and turn on Main St. this memorial is the first thing I see.


Then the lovely gazebo and park bench area.


Directly across the street is this really neat looking building that is currently a parts and old farm equipment store.


A look up the street. I will be turning left at the second large mass of trees.


I have turned left off of Main St and I am headed to the railroad tracks. See those pillars there at the side of the street, those can be found through out the town. I don't know why, YET.


The railroad was at one time the center hub of the town. As you will notice all the older buildings face or at one time faced the tracks.


The building to the right used to be the Seed or Feed Dock (I couldn't tell exactly what it said).


This red building has me so intrigued as to what it used to be. As you can see it is nothing now, but still looks great!


This is a little strip of business which houses the newspaper I didn't know we had.


A little Barbacoa joint. I just think the building looks really neat. (if you don't know what barbacoa is...well, lets just say...I don't like it)


Across the street is a fabulous building that reminds me of an old bank OR some rich persons house. It is now the office of a Chiropractor, who I would love to go see! That is it below on the right.


The arches in those windows are stained glass. Very lovely.


This old building (I was told) used to be the jail. It was closed when I went by, the inside is just as appealing and I was hoping to get pics. Maybe next time me and hubby go there, it is his favorite store in the whole town.


These set of buildings seem to be the oldest and a great example of what I was saying about them facing the railroad tracks, they are currently used as the backs of the business's. As you can tell they are not kept up as well as a store front would be.


This has to be my favorite old building in the whole town. The bricks have so much character. To me, it looks like an old carriage house or stables.

Well, that was a short walk through the backside of Main St. and Adam's St. that flank the railroad tracks.

There is still more to come like the mill and the old church, just for starters.
I hope yall enjoyed the tour.

UGH! BLAH! ACHOO!

Yes it has been one of those days.
I have slept and slept a total of 8 1/2 hours and still I lazy around wanting to go back to bed.
Yes, I am still in my pj's, have been all day.
I have drank nearly a pot of coffee and still have my eye lids drooping.

I have done nothing all day. You would think that would be enjoyable, but no it is frustrating. The laundry is still in the dryer and the dishes still in the strainer. The dogs are looking at me like I am soo neglectful and playless.

ALLERGIES are the evil that has invaded my mind and body. The sneezing, the blowing, the coughing and the zapped energy are the mass of me.

Niece...Please hurry up and make your arrival! I need your daddy to come do my yard again, I suffer from trying to do it myself.

I don't know what it is about mowing grass that makes me miserable for a day or two afterwards. Surely I'm not allergic to grass or I would be like this all the time. Whatever, I'm too...everything to think about it.

A fresh box of tissues, some meds and AHH at last BED!
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After the much need rest and meds, I woke up feeling great.
So great in fact I actually went outside and caught the sunrise. Wow, it has been a really long time since I has seen the dew in the morning and the sun peeking up on the horizon/tree line. Very lovely.

Writer's Workshop: Two Peas in a Pod

For this week I chose #2) I miss the friend you used to be.

When I come back from running away, I soon realized that all my friends had moved on and didn't really want anything to do with me. About six months later.. My mother said she had someone she wanted me to meet, a girl she thought I might like to be friends with. On the walk over to this girls house, mom reveals that this girl is 15.

Now first you have to imagine my state of mind. Mom is trying to set up my friendships! What the heck? Am I that desperate and pathetic? AND seriously a 15yr old, she's two years younger than me! What could I possibly have in common with a child? BUT because I had just returned to the family and trying my hardest to not create more waves than there already were, I went along with it.

From the moment we meet and ate Ramen noodles together we were like...
Two peas in a pod, joined at the hip, sisters separated from birth, instant best friends.

We went through all sorts of things together...
Poverty for starters, parties, dating and living together.
Exchanging boyfriends, engagements and eventually my marriage.
Break-ups and reconciliations.
Her babies, my infertility issues and emotions.
Her marriage and dealing with infidelity.
Divorce's.
You name it and we probably did it or went through it, in the seven years we were together. Seven years..doesn't really seem like it was a long time, but it was right at the highlight of our lives. Just when we were getting our chance for life to start, free to make our own decisions. BOY, did we make some whopper decisions!

Every time my marriage broke up (which was five times), Naturally I moved in with her and her mother. We were so close, people thought there was something hinky going on. Which we thought was funny!

Then the day came when I ran off with a stranger (current hubby), things were never the same from then on. I would visit her, she would visit me, but it was getting difficult to hold on to the friendship. I had found my root and she was still a branch in the wind. I was set it one place and she and her mother and growing amount of children were moving constantly. When I left our hometown she had two children, the last time I saw her she was about to have her fourth any day.

Shortly after that last visit she moved again and I haven't heard from her since. That was nearly 17 years ago.

There are many a times, I sit back and think on those days and I guess you could say morn the loss of who we were and the wonderful friendship we shared.
I miss the friend she used to be.
Two peas in a pod.


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Once There Was Four

Once there was four, but now there are only three and was soon to be just two.

I have (good) neighbors to the left of me and (bad) neighbors to the right and their dogs reflect their owners. The good neighbors have outdoor cats and this is one of their litters.

This little sweet heart of a girl captured my heart right off. She was curious and playful, not shy at all.

She was just getting to where she had mastered the art of climbing a tree and loved to come over and visit, till momma meowed for her to come home.

She loved to play peek-a-boo with just about anything that she thought was hiding her.

Then came along the menace to society. Nikki is her name and she loves to terrorize the neighborhood. Seriously folks, I can't even get to the mailbox if she is anywhere around. Well today at noon, she crossed the line from just a terror to a kitten killer.
I tried to save her, but she died in my arms.
The Animal Control was called.
An hour later, I got the chance to rescue one of the black kittens. A few seconds more and he would have joined his sister.
Animal Control finally arrived, talked to me and I clearly told him which dog but he only took her accomplice.

This was her accomplice! A stray/drop-off that decided to become buds with Nikki two weeks ago. AND the only one to pay the price of jail time.

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Needless to say I am outrage over the whole situation!
I would rant but I'm even too upset to do that.