Wordless Wednesday - 4/30/08

Wordless Wednesday - 4/23/08

Sunday Scribblings - Composed - April 20, 2008

I sometimes wonder how I am able to hold so many things inside without letting the people around me know I am almost ready to explode. I want the people I love to be able to count on me and they do.

Most of the time I feel they use my willingness to help and guilt to pressure me. The next thing I know I have agreed to commitments that I don’t have time for. When I am “spread so thin” I can’t get my timing right. Either I am late or not prepared when I get there. Either way the end results are not what I wanted……so more guilt.

I have guilt because I travel during the week for work, so I only have the weekends to get everything done at home. Let me tell you it is very hard to maintain a home, get ready for the upcoming week, get reports e-mailed, take your mother out to breakfast on Saturday, see your husband, daughter, son, grandchildren, go to a ballgame and eat Sunday lunch at your mother’s house. And somewhere in all of this, I have to wash my hair, paint my nails and rub a little lotion on my body.

On the outside I am composed, laughing, talking moving through this life of mine,

but on the inside I am fragmented, totally a crazy woman!

And the funny part I am the only one that knows the secret. And now I have told you.

3 Word Wednesday & 55 Flash Fiction Friday

My boyfriend is down on one knee with a red rose, holding my friend’s hand; asking her to marry him. I am too visible, as I watch this touching event take place on the stage right beside me. I don’t want to be present, but here I am, a spotlight on the three of us.

Writer's Island - Flight -4/13/08

My daddy loved birdhouses. I never knew why, but even as a very young child I knew that he loved to build them. He would somehow find these scrap pieces of wood, tin & shingles and the next thing you would know he would be hanging a new birdhouse. Sometimes he would paint them bright colors and at other times he would put no paint at all. Once I ask him about why he didn’t paint them all. And he answered he thought the birds should have a choice and that made perfect sense to me.

As I began to get older, I noticed that in the early evening, daddy would go and sit on the porch and watch the wildlife in our back yard. Although we lived on a major highway, our back yard spilled into the woods, so we had rabbits, squirrels, snakes and of course many species of birds. It was like daddy was watching over the animals just like he did me as I played.



One evening I was sitting with him; we heard loud squawking. Just as we looked up, we saw a baby bird falling. In less than a second, the mother bird took off to join her offspring in the air. I believe they were talking to each other because just inches above the ground, the baby began to fly. I could tell the mother was so proud. They were in flight together…the baby struggling…….the mother strong and protecting.

What an amazing sight. That was when, I knew why daddy built birdhouses.

Sunday Scribblings - Fearless - 4/13/08

I think fear makes us fearless. I believe all people have at least one “thing” they would protect at any cost! I don’t know what your “thing” is, but I feel sure you have one.

Thank goodness for the many people that have more than just one. I think of our military personnel

and I am so grateful for their sacrifices. They leave their families and homes to protect us. I see
law enforcement officers,

firemen,

and volunteers from many different groups become fearless for you and me.
On the news, I hear about ordinary people finding the courage and unexpected strength to save someone they don’t even know. I read about people who put their fear aside and donate bone marrow and organs to help save lives.

Fear somehow gives us courage and with courage we become fearless.

Thursday 13 - Television Characters - 4/10/08

I have wanted to start writing a blog, but was just wasn’t sure how to begin, didn’t know what to write about, you know all the things that run through your head when you are unsure of yourself. I don’t know if others have this problem, but for me….. it is a huge problem!

After reading Rick’s thirteen TV characters, I felt inspired. So now is the time for me to step up and just begin. So here are thirteen of my favorite TV characters. They are in no particular order though I would put Norton and Kramden number 1.

1. Jack Bauer. This is the man that I would want with me if I were ever in BIG trouble.

2. Chris Grissom/Horatio Caine. I know they are not on the same show, but they do the same things, so I just couldn’t decide which to choose.

3. Richard Fish. I just loved the Barry White music.

4. Dan Connors. It takes a very good man to put up with Roseanne.

5. Niles and Fraser Crane. I just couldn’t separate them.

6. Andy Sipowicz. He got his life together.

7. Ralph Kramden and Ed Norton. What a great twosome.

8. Special Agent Seeley Booth/Angel. I just think he is so handsome.

9. Charlie Harper. Another handsome man.

10. Mork. Nothing more needs to be said.

11. George Costanza and Cosmo Kramer. Another great twosome.

12. Adrian Monk. Brilliant but damaged.

13. Deputy Police Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson. I love her because her life has as much chaos as mine.