WordPress assignment done! I love turning in schoolwork early or on time, at least. Getting behind on your homework will only make the quiz harder, trust me!
So, now what do we do?
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Ok, this is getting a bit awkward, if I’m being fully honest with you. I hate long empty pauses, don’t you?
Well, I can fix that, at least!
How about some cookies?
In order to know what the overused wordage might be, one must first be privy to whomever this so called “too many people” happens to be. Honestly, I don’t recognize that name, sorry.
Perhaps, the next time WordPress wishes to ask me such a specific question about someone in particular, they might first ask if we’ve ever met before… sheesh!
Now, cookies? I can talk all day about cookies! From colors to flavors, and sprinkles or sugar, to chocolatey morsels or ooey gooey fudge… I’ve got ya covered! Now whether or not my cookies can talk is an entirely different business, and I’ll tell you why.
Because, duh… cookies don’t talk!
But, the mouse might be chatty, so I’ll ask her. Maybe she’s met this so called “too many people”.
I simply cannot pick a specific profession to admire above others, without alienating so many others that are just as vital, and just as admirable!
I’d like to pick my favorite professional characteristic to admire, rather than just one job type. And, what might that be? Well, just like the title says… The Art of Love!
It’s not just your typical type of love, no no! I’m talking about ALL those that give of themselves for others, through selfless service! This covers Healthcare workers, First Responders, all branches of our military, all branches of Law Enforcement, Educational workers, Childcare workers, and basically any profession that seeks to put others before themselves! If I’ve forgotten to mention any specific profession, it is merely my lack of memory to call it out.
But, I’ve no doubt that you understand where my heart is, regarding my admiration of so many well deserving professions. So, in honor of every giver of their time, energy, heart, and effort…
The cookies are on me!
House full of hungry kids, laundry’s not done, and two kids are still missing! A meal plan? Are you kidding! Most mom’s are just trying to feed the troops, without losing a finger!
When it comes to spending money on a meal… for all mom’s around the world, I salute you!
As a retired mother, I can attest that a McDonalds Happy Meal was priceless! And that was back in the day when they were $1.99. Plus, there was a toy inside the box! Kids are happy licking the cheesy wrapper that their burger came wrapped in! Ok, maybe that’s just me… don’t judge! My point is, every mom has one of those days. You know, the days where any kind of food without the cleanup is considered to be a miracle!
So, my answer for today’s prompt is this: Often, the best things in life come without a price tag attached, including food!
Also, I’d like to mention that my homemade stuff is fairly decent!
Take my cookies, for instance…
They’re calorie free, dollar free, and far better for your tummy than food cooked by a complete stranger! How do we know if they washed their hands?
Uninteresting story? Scour? Connecting it to myself? Did WordPress wake up this morning, smoke something funny, and then come up with this ridiculous idea?
First of all, I don’t scour anything for at least a couple of hours… especially now that I don’t drink any caffeinated beverages! Ewww!
Secondly, I do not partake in the reading of most media stories, as I don’t really trust any to be true or reliable any longer. In fact, I think most people do more watching of tickity talk, spacebook, and skewedtube for their current affairs, these days… just sayin! It’s hard to trust what comes from the media, when they freely throw stuff out there without fact checking, first! It’s all jaded, in my humble opinion.
Thirdly, I’m sort of put out that WP wants me to relate my life to the most uninteresting story I can find… how rude, WordPress! That has to be such a depressing assignment for today’s prompt. Just for that, everybody gets unlimited cookies this morning, just for having to read through this… but not you, WordPress! You’re in the corner for time out!
Maria VonTrapp had to write her list down and sing about it, in order for us to remember her favorite things.
Oh yeah, WordPress! Well, the hills are alive too, but I’m still not singing about it! Not on your life!
In respect to answering a prompt without irritation, animosity or rude words that reflect my attitude about this third grade level question…
I made you 30 cookies!
Now, I’m certain that you were expecting wax poetic over my prayer life, studying the word of God, and/or the incredible love of Jesus Christ… but, I think I do that already. This morning, I opted for something different!
So, in all seriousness, when IBS decided to have a field day with me nearly two months ago… oatmeal has been my life’s blood!
After things were said and done, they kind of just sent me home with a sack of medications. Apparently, I would be on my own from that point, as they didn’t seem bothered by the results from my two procedures. That’s the beauty of IBS… it won’t kill me, but it will never go away.
I had to start at the bottom of my health pile, sifting through every single detail of my own body’s struggle with foods, stress, trauma, poverty, and circumstantial solitude. I shall have to walk this path alone, as far as doctors are concerned. I’ve come to peace with the 4 medications I’ll be taking from now on, as none of them effect the brain. My spirit and emotional health belong to God, and him alone.
This is where my joy of oatmeal arrives… it’s the single thing to eat each day that doesn’t hurt! Even with the removal of caffeine, gluten, and lactose products, I’m still far from home on the IBS Safari Tours!
I’ve adopted an intermittent fasting lifestyle, somewhat. Though the schedule allows for me to consume calories for up to an 8 hour stretch, my body only seems to be happy with eating between noon and 5 o’clock. Part of the issue comes from all the medications I use throughout the day to coat my stomach and intestines. I have to take them 4 times a day in order to eat, and there’s time restrictions for before and after each dose. 5 hours is easier to work with, truth be told.
Why is 5 hours easier, you ask? Because, my roommate IBS tends to lose all trust in my ability to feed myself when she gets upset… always has and always will! No matter how my mind copes with stress and trauma, IBS will always have her day in court, so to speak.
Thankfully, she readily accepts the oatmeal with a tablespoon of brown sugar and a bit of Oat Milk. Work with what you got… and I got oatmeal, baby!
Cookies?
Do we, or do we not, write out all of our thoughts, feelings, desires and dreams here on WordPress every single day? Perhaps I’ve overthought this but come on, really?
Are you telling me that after 8 years of writing to you about my journey, you wouldn’t recognize me if you met me in person?
Well, if I’ve been lax in really, really describing myself to everyone in Big As Life style… count yourself lucky!
And, don’t forget your cookie…
Let’s see…
I woke up, got out of bed, and started heating water for my morning tea.
I took meds for my stomach, climbed into the shower, and proceeded to cry my eyes out in prayer for about 20 minutes.
Spent time in the word while drinking my peppermint tea, still crying.
After a time, the crying subsided, to be replaced with a comforting peace.
My daughter texted me last night to say that she’d be getting married in several weeks and that her father and his wife would be with them. She offered for us to go and get our nails done or something, just she and I.
I try not to think about how much it hurt when she asked me if I would babysit her dogs when she goes into labor.
I haven’t said anything to my kids about my hospital visit, nor my other procedures. None of them know that the suburban and all our things are gone. None of them know that the Edge was towed and then taken from us, as we had no money to pay for the tow. I’ve said nothing about our having not a dime to our name, nor the gas to even drive the one truck over to visit. None of them have come to see the apartment. I am relieved that they don’t, truth be told. We’ve still no clothes, no cleaning supplies, toiletries… basically, anything that food stamps won’t cover, we don’t buy.
I don’t say anything, because they prefer it that way! Everyone prefers it that way! Nobody really wants to watch the car wreck that I call my life, longer than they have to… everyone has life problems, I was told, so it’s not always about me!
It’s only 9:43 in the morning so there’s not much else to write about whether or not my day was typical… I got hours left!
But ya, it’ll probably be typical… it has been, thus far!
Cookie?
If we look at all the different descriptors of glass, they all seem to fit with my character or personality, if you will.
Just like glass, I have the ability to protect or harm, help or hinder, and can be a 100% water resistant. If you think about it for a moment, it kind of makes sense.
For example, if one fills a glass bottle with air, it becomes unsinkable…
But, filling it with liquid causes the bottle to drop into the depths!
Glass can protect that which is within it, or drown it beneath the waves.
While others may not see it, I am not strong, at all! I suppose if glass had feelings, it might reflect that it can be strong if used properly. However, if one mishandles it, glass can shatter into a myriad of tiny pieces with only a pebble.
Cookie?
Journey With Me! 