Life itself was my most influential teacher! Why? Because it kicked my can around town for so many of my growing up years, that’s why! I’ve yet to meet an actual earth creature that truly influenced me, more than me just trying to navigate a world that has no safety net for the lost ones!
Don’t get me wrong, as there were plenty of people in and around my life to influence me, to an extent. Since most of them were very negative influences, as well as being very unhealthy and/or cruel, I will go as far as to say, they get some of the credit for how I got here… I just don’t think that it’s fair to give them the whole price tag for how I turned out.
God alone is my only true lifelong influence… otherwise, I wouldn’t be here writing this prompt answer today!
With that being said, I’m off to continue my week of self-imposed vacation… ta ta for now…
You didn’t think that I would forget your cookies…
Brutus is taking his babysitting duties very seriously, watching over all the babes for me, while I get some much needed R and R! He loves being in charge, I think. But I’m not telling him that, or else it’ll go to his head.
Yes, I’m in my pajamas while chasing down monsters in a fictitious forest! I take one day at a time, living the life set before me with a steady pace. Whatever God sets before me to do… I do it!
Right now, that means playing video games with my husband in our pajamas folks!
I don’t make wishes anymore, but I DO have a hope and a future…
Starting yesterday, I am supposed to be on vacation, taking time away from work, for what I consider brain resting. Yesterday I made my Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip cookies, and I splurged by adding giant dark chocolate chips, as well as milk chocolate… good choice! Baking them in a toaster oven is sort of like using an Easy-Bake Oven, but with a really strong lightbulb. Now I can bake four cookies at a time instead of just one.
Today will come up with fun ideas of its own, but it won’t be work. I can’t seem to refrain from leaving you messages though, because I’m leaving this note, while eating a cookie with my coffee.
You know me, with an incessant need to take ideas and run with them, or in this case… fly with them!
After yesterdays prompt question, where I changed just one word, thereby altering the question to suit my style… I couldn’t get the Woodpecker out of my mind. I decided to create my own Avatar, of sorts!
I’ve decided that I like being a fluffy flyer, always looking out for the little eggs in the sandbox…
You can all start calling me Wiwohka the Wordy Woodpecker, the bird with the beautiful beak!
Folks may not enjoy all the words I keep chirping, nor the way my beak continually hammers out truths… but I sure am cute!
Of all the species of feathered flyers out there, the one bird that describes me would be the Woodpecker! Why? Well, I read off of the Wikipedia site that these birds have very strong jaw muscles.
Anyone who knows much about me, should already be aware that I talk a whole lot! I mean A LOT! I always have… and I highly doubt that I will be slowing down any time soon. Over the years I have been chided about it, counseled to slow it down, and/or even avoided because of it. For a time, I attempted to back away from my own chatty nature, in hopes of pleasing others. I soon learned that it was more my personality than my chattiness that pushed others away. When I discovered that I like myself just as I am, I stopped trying to be that which I was not, for others sake!
I like being a Woodpecker, incessantly hammering out the love of Christ, over and over and over again! For anyone who is bothered by my noise, there are plenty of other trees in the forest! God made me this way, so I’ve no intention of changing something if it’s not broken! Just sayin…
We’ve all been there… waking up, early in the morning, to the familiar sound of the Garbage truck pulling up outside, as realization dawns that we’ve forgotten to take the trash out!
Fortunately, I was successful in getting my trash taken out to the curb last night before bed. But I sat here listening to the familiar bang and clang of the trucks mechanisms as it collected our cans, knocking them against its side to empty them, and then carrying on its way to the next stop.
I got to pondering the relationship society has developed with our weekly trash removal system. We collect and save up all our dirty, broken or unusable things to offer up on garbage day. We plan for their regularly scheduled visit with the anticipation of a fresh start… an empty can, ready to be re-filled! Nobody wants to miss garbage day, nor do we enjoy when they take a holiday… we would be stuck with twice the trash, or possibly have to take our garbage to the local dump all by ourselves. Don’t get mad at me for saying this, but I can’t help but notice how this seems eerily similar to how we treat our relationship with God sometimes… just saying.
That familiar bang and clang will either jolt you out of bed at a run, or bring you a sense of relief… depending on where your trash is sitting. For the times that we forget to set out our cans, there’s always that moment of hopeless defeat, where we realize that we’re just not going to make it in time. Sometimes we may stubbornly make a mad dash for the curb, spilling things as we go, to attempt a chase down of the garbage truck… we know the driver can see us running after their tail lights! Maybe they’ll stop, but most likely, they won’t! For the times we find ourselves still sitting in bed silently swearing, there will be a day of the blame game, side by side with several rounds of COA and Pass the Buck… someb0dy messed up and now all we have to show for things is a bag of smelly trash that needs a new home.
It’s not the end of the world or anything, as we are comforted that the truck will return the following week… we can just hold on to it a bit longer, even if it’s smelly. Garbage service, like our relationship with God, has become so regular, we’ve become conditioned to just know that they’ll be there on time, like clockwork! Something as small as the removal of our trash, can fully bring our society to its knees! If we simply left the trash where it sat indefinitely, hoping it would go away on its own, it would only continue to smell and attract rodents.
As far as ACTUAL garbage pick-up, I hope they pay a boatload of money to all those garbage picker uppers, because without them, many neighborhoods would simply light themselves on fire, trying to burn all their garbage. You may be asking yourself how I’ve come up with such an absurd idea… because I play video games that let me shoot things and light fires, so I know myself well enough to guess how I might resolve my trash issue, that’s why! If little ole me thinks up stuff like this, then I can be assured that I won’t be alone. Let’s just be grateful for all of our garbage picker uppers… I know that I am!
As far as my relationship with God goes, holding onto my trash instead of regularly giving it to my creator to be removed and destroyed, my life just really starts to stink!
Honesty is always the best policy, and I’d like to be as forthright in my answer as possible. I cannot actually come up with any compliments, from off the top of my head. I’ve not lived a life that taught me how to recognize this thing we call a compliment. I have not lived a life that offered any humans that cared to offer any great words of affirmation toward much, if any, of my behavior or character… it’s actually been quite the opposite!
Oh, I’m sure that I’ve been offered positive comments here and there, but none have ever felt either sincere or useful enough to carry me to any great height… I’m just being completely honest!
Nothing my parents ever said, came with a behavior that backed up the words draining out of their mouths!
I had a great many men drip words of insincerity in my direction, with nothing more than selfish or nefarious purposes in their minds!
There was no one to push me into any academic or career direction, with words that might lead me to believe that I was smart in any form!
My entire life has been a fight, pushing against adversity from every single direction I looked! I was discouraged from having children, but I did it anyway! I raised three daughters, served in the church til I bled, homeschooled my girls while simultaneously working side jobs housekeeping, and getting a college degree… while cooking, cleaning, paying bills, and serving in a miserable marriage for 16 years. When I divorced… the only reverberating words offered by friends, family AND church was… “well, you left!”
For anyone who may have offered a compliment to my person, I thank you for your kindness. I apologize if I’ve not shown any gratitude for said compliments, but I stopped expecting or even looking for them when I was eleven!
I don’t wish for you to think me bitter, as I’ve moved away from that place of loneliness and sorrow. In honesty, I’ve only one compliment that would be worth anything and everything, but alas, I’m not home yet!
With whatever time I have left on this earth, I shall strive to live a life worthy of my Gods approval, to the best of my ability . My heart yearns to hear the only words that will matter… Well Done My Good and Faithful Servant! Just sayin…
Journey With Me! 