Do you know how many 'd' words there are when you try to pick one to write about?
There is drivel. Which can be nothing or drool. Nothing if you are being silly and drool if you are smelling a really divine meal.
Dash. Means to shatter, or run, or bespatter, which is to throw roughly such as paint on canvas or water from a spill.
Dash. Hum. Yesterday I spent some time with a friend shopping, dining and chatting. During all this we had to dash. Very quickly because a rainstorm came up while we were shopping for some of our favorite things and had gotten caught up in conversation over our mutual love: card making, with the person at the store.
It banged and drenched the world with water.
It was still drenching when we left, so we had
to dash when it was less threatening.
We dashed and discovered she had left her window down more than normal.
We now had to dash the water from her seat with whatever we had at hand.
Tissues.
Enjoy. I have to dash.
Friday, April 4, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
C is for Computer
If you have been reading my blog, you may know that I know just enough about a computer to be dangerous.
You turn it on, um, boot it up by going to the start button.
You close it down by...going to the start button. I really have that one down.
Then there is the paste/copy/cut or vice versa thing. Have had several people tell me what to do. Still haven't quite figured that one out, as you can see, below.
When I did my blog the other day someone suggested I do something about the word thingy you have to do to leave a comment.
She was kind enough to tell me what to do. I finally found the settings and comments and the word verification button to change. I did it. So proud.
And I have another question: I was supposed to put a badge on my blog to indicate that I was participating in the A to Z challenge. How
Now, back to the cut and paste/copy.
In an e-mail you are told to cut and paste or copy and paste. Which scissors do I use?
What paste will survive the internet?
Oh, wait. Computers + Liquid= Disaster
Whew! Disaster avoided.
I am learning.
You turn it on, um, boot it up by going to the start button.
You close it down by...going to the start button. I really have that one down.
Then there is the paste/copy/cut or vice versa thing. Have had several people tell me what to do. Still haven't quite figured that one out, as you can see, below.
When I did my blog the other day someone suggested I do something about the word thingy you have to do to leave a comment.
She was kind enough to tell me what to do. I finally found the settings and comments and the word verification button to change. I did it. So proud.
And I have another question: I was supposed to put a badge on my blog to indicate that I was participating in the A to Z challenge. How
Now, back to the cut and paste/copy.
In an e-mail you are told to cut and paste or copy and paste. Which scissors do I use?
What paste will survive the internet?
Oh, wait. Computers + Liquid= Disaster
Whew! Disaster avoided.
I am learning.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Babies
Babies are always a popular thing to talk about or write about.
I birthed three babies and they have each birthed some of their own.
It is always a happy event when you find you are having a baby or your baby is having a baby.
You wait in high anticipation for the birth and the growing of the baby. You plan, and plan. Then the baby comes and they have their own plans. They don't like to sleep at night.
You do.
It sets up as a battle of wills. You figure you are bigger, you win.
They are smaller and louder. They win.
Then they walk. Yea! Now you don't have to carry them everywhere. They can go anywhere.
And they do. Whether you are there or not, they go.
Then they drive. Yea! No more late night waits at the school after basketball games.
Now, there are late night waits at home, with frown on face and grudge in heart.
Then they call and there is a problem. The car ran out of gas. You take the gas can and go find them and get them home.
Home. Where you will ground them and not worry about anymore late nights. Ever. You will lock them up and home school them until they are 25.
Two days later of home schooling, meaning you got their homework from teacher and you tell them you will gladly take them and pick them up from school. And no, they may not have their iPhone back.
Two days later....they have the iPhone and the car.
A year later, they are packing to go off to college.
Two years later, they are back. For the summer.
Two years and graduation.
Home for a while till they get a job.
And now you retire and they work.
" Mom, where are you going?"
" Out."
And that is babies.
I birthed three babies and they have each birthed some of their own.
It is always a happy event when you find you are having a baby or your baby is having a baby.
You wait in high anticipation for the birth and the growing of the baby. You plan, and plan. Then the baby comes and they have their own plans. They don't like to sleep at night.
You do.
It sets up as a battle of wills. You figure you are bigger, you win.
They are smaller and louder. They win.
Then they walk. Yea! Now you don't have to carry them everywhere. They can go anywhere.
And they do. Whether you are there or not, they go.
Then they drive. Yea! No more late night waits at the school after basketball games.
Now, there are late night waits at home, with frown on face and grudge in heart.
Then they call and there is a problem. The car ran out of gas. You take the gas can and go find them and get them home.
Home. Where you will ground them and not worry about anymore late nights. Ever. You will lock them up and home school them until they are 25.
Two days later of home schooling, meaning you got their homework from teacher and you tell them you will gladly take them and pick them up from school. And no, they may not have their iPhone back.
Two days later....they have the iPhone and the car.
A year later, they are packing to go off to college.
Two years later, they are back. For the summer.
Two years and graduation.
Home for a while till they get a job.
And now you retire and they work.
" Mom, where are you going?"
" Out."
And that is babies.
Ageing
Ageing is not something you think about.
It just happens.
Wrinkles also just happen. Some of us think of our aging as something to brag about. Or at least to talk about.
When you are young you don't think of getting older as ageing. You think of it as getting to do...
walk to school by yourself, staying up till ten, getting to drive.
Then when you are older still, you go to college, have your first alcoholic drink, and move out on your own.
After a time, you pass all the important ages like 16, 21 and 30.
Thirty is a big one, because lots of younger ones think you have gone over the hill.
Suddenly, it is forty, fifty, sixty, and seventy.
Where did the time go?
A better question is what did we do with it?
We played ball.
We studied for tests.
And passed them.
We went out with boys to find the right one to marry.
We married the right one. Some of us only thought he was the right one, and went on to others until we found the right one, or decided that we didn't need the right one to be happy.
We had children.
Some of us lost them.
We were happy, and we were sad.
We celebrated and enjoyed.
So, here we sit at whatever age are and decide that it was worth it and let's get to the next birthday.
It just happens.
Wrinkles also just happen. Some of us think of our aging as something to brag about. Or at least to talk about.
When you are young you don't think of getting older as ageing. You think of it as getting to do...
walk to school by yourself, staying up till ten, getting to drive.
Then when you are older still, you go to college, have your first alcoholic drink, and move out on your own.
After a time, you pass all the important ages like 16, 21 and 30.
Thirty is a big one, because lots of younger ones think you have gone over the hill.
Suddenly, it is forty, fifty, sixty, and seventy.
Where did the time go?
A better question is what did we do with it?
We played ball.
We studied for tests.
And passed them.
We went out with boys to find the right one to marry.
We married the right one. Some of us only thought he was the right one, and went on to others until we found the right one, or decided that we didn't need the right one to be happy.
We had children.
Some of us lost them.
We were happy, and we were sad.
We celebrated and enjoyed.
So, here we sit at whatever age are and decide that it was worth it and let's get to the next birthday.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
I have the hardest time saying "no".
It's simple.
It is only two letters.
Nothing really groundbreaking about it.
I just can't say it.
It isn't that I could never say it to my kids. That was no problem. You are concerned with their well-being and safety. You have to say no. No other way.
I don't say it outright to my husband, but he gets the idea that there are some things I am not gonna do. Skydiving. Deep sea fishing. Anything that means I have to go into deep water. Well, some boating, maybe.
But, when it comes to organizations to whom I belong: church, writing groups, grandkids.
If I do say no, I have to do so with excuses. You know, the I don't know if I will be in town, I have two other things scheduled. That kind of thing.
When I see something offered for free. Yes is the only answer.
Now, what in the world am I going to do with fifty- five flamingoes? Probably not much. Can't sell them, that's how I got them. The other guy couldn't sell them either.
I write. In case you haven't noticed. And by so doing I get all kinds of offers and encouragements to do things.
A 500 word a day challenge, which I accepted and have done pretty well in honoring.
A Poem A Day challenge, which I accepted and did not do so well on.
One that is coming up and I am thinking about is a blog a day for 26 days.
What I am trying to say here is that just because something is offered to you it is okay to say no.
Just no.
No explanations, no excuses, nothing. Just no.
No one will give you lashes, or not talk to you, well maybe your boss if you tell him no.
In the realm of daily life you need to decide what you can do and what you cannot do.
Inspect where the offer is coming from and how it will affect your life and decide yes or no.
I accepted the Blog A Day A to Z challenge. Stay tuned and see how I do.
And enjoy your life.
It's simple.
It is only two letters.
Nothing really groundbreaking about it.
I just can't say it.
It isn't that I could never say it to my kids. That was no problem. You are concerned with their well-being and safety. You have to say no. No other way.
I don't say it outright to my husband, but he gets the idea that there are some things I am not gonna do. Skydiving. Deep sea fishing. Anything that means I have to go into deep water. Well, some boating, maybe.
But, when it comes to organizations to whom I belong: church, writing groups, grandkids.
If I do say no, I have to do so with excuses. You know, the I don't know if I will be in town, I have two other things scheduled. That kind of thing.
When I see something offered for free. Yes is the only answer.
Now, what in the world am I going to do with fifty- five flamingoes? Probably not much. Can't sell them, that's how I got them. The other guy couldn't sell them either.
I write. In case you haven't noticed. And by so doing I get all kinds of offers and encouragements to do things.
A 500 word a day challenge, which I accepted and have done pretty well in honoring.
A Poem A Day challenge, which I accepted and did not do so well on.
One that is coming up and I am thinking about is a blog a day for 26 days.
What I am trying to say here is that just because something is offered to you it is okay to say no.
Just no.
No explanations, no excuses, nothing. Just no.
No one will give you lashes, or not talk to you, well maybe your boss if you tell him no.
In the realm of daily life you need to decide what you can do and what you cannot do.
Inspect where the offer is coming from and how it will affect your life and decide yes or no.
I accepted the Blog A Day A to Z challenge. Stay tuned and see how I do.
And enjoy your life.
Challenge
I have accepted the challenge to blog every day in April except Sundays for the A to Z Challenge. I am to pick a subject with a letter of the alphabet. Since we don't do Sundays, it works out great for the challenge.
I have decided to do random subjects for each letter.
I will start with Ageing.
Come back on Tuesday to see what I have to say.
I have decided to do random subjects for each letter.
I will start with Ageing.
Come back on Tuesday to see what I have to say.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
My Writing Success
The prompt for today was to tell what your writing success looks like. Show don't tell.
Would you believe that I have NEVER thought of the success part of it? Oh, I have thought about the clamoring fans, the book signings, and the dashing from t v interview to t v interview. But to think of the actual success and how it would feel? No.
To make me feel successful would be to have the people who love me love what I do and not just because I did it, but because it was good. Very good.
That has been the one thing that has made me hang back from writing more. I can't seem to get anyone to convince me that what they think is good is really good.
Does that mean that I have to earn a million dollars in a month to impress and be impressed?
Probably not.
My success would look like pleasure. The gentle smile on my husband's face as he reads the article in the magazine when he says, " That's good."
The giggle of my grown daughter who says "Momma, that's really good."
Feedback from other writers is something I crave for the things I write. Not just my comments on Facebook or the messages we exchange, but for the blog I struggle over.
But, success really looks like me continuing to write and say, " I have something to share."
Would you believe that I have NEVER thought of the success part of it? Oh, I have thought about the clamoring fans, the book signings, and the dashing from t v interview to t v interview. But to think of the actual success and how it would feel? No.
To make me feel successful would be to have the people who love me love what I do and not just because I did it, but because it was good. Very good.
That has been the one thing that has made me hang back from writing more. I can't seem to get anyone to convince me that what they think is good is really good.
Does that mean that I have to earn a million dollars in a month to impress and be impressed?
Probably not.
My success would look like pleasure. The gentle smile on my husband's face as he reads the article in the magazine when he says, " That's good."
The giggle of my grown daughter who says "Momma, that's really good."
Feedback from other writers is something I crave for the things I write. Not just my comments on Facebook or the messages we exchange, but for the blog I struggle over.
But, success really looks like me continuing to write and say, " I have something to share."
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