Tag: dailyprompt

Between my husband and I, we have raised 6 teenagers… boys and girls! One thing I have learned over the years is that the moment you attempt giving advice, they will bolt like a Ferel animal!

Why? Hormones!

Teenagers are similar in behavior, to a hot blooded Thoroughbred Race Horse… always hungry, mad, excited, horny and quite sweaty! You feed them the best you can, and try to sooth them when they are angry. You try to calm them when they won’t stop bouncing off the walls, and diligently make efforts to coral them from freely using their private parts.

Daily, you make every effort to hose them off before they leave the house… throwing a stick of deodorant in their general direction. Ok, well, a horse may not know how to use a stick of deodorant, but then again, neither do most teenagers. I caught one of my kids using a can of Febreze for body spray… not even kidding!

I will go back even further, into my teenage years, confirming that I myself had intentionally assigned ALL adults with the label of ENEMY #1. Whether it was hormones, a traumatic upbringing or both… I did NOT listen to anyone!

No amount of coercing could entice me to go back and re-experience my teenage years, and quite honestly, kids today look the same as we did back then… hungry, mad, excited, horny and, yes… sweaty!

If I were to do anything for my teenage self… it would be to protect her, shelter her, encourage her, and guide her through my example, instead of my wordy grownup words…

Here, have a cookie…

Though you will find me, most mornings, sipping a steaming cup of coffee… my go to favorite drink is good old fashioned H2O!

My early years found me happily drinking Big Gulp size sugary sodas and/or hot chocolate with scads of baby marshmallows overflowing over the edge of the cup. I know that I drank water by itself sometimes, but mostly it got mixed in with the Kool-aide.

Moving into my teenage years, I, like many teens, began mixing a bit of alcohol into my cocoa. Chocolate was the only thing strong enough to mask the flavor of alcohol, which to me, tasted like aftershave or cologne. Again, I know that I drank water by itself during those years… I just don’t remember.

I grew into an adult, becoming the mom that drove the kids to every bloomin activity they thought up… so, I developed a glass of wine in the shower kind of mini-vacation lifestyle.

I had to drink water more often, to rehydrate, but it still had to have one of those Propel flavor packs mixed in the bottle. Eventually, I moved on from that favorite, due in part, because my kids figured out how to unlock the bathroom door.

I found my perfect storm of a drink, during my kids teen years, when the moms had to begin sneaking alcohol in travel mugs. My girlfriends and I discovered that if you mix Malibu Coconut Rum with Dole’s Orange Pineapple Banana Juice, the kids just thought it smelled fruity.

We called it Fru Fru Juice, when they asked what we were drinking, and then we handed them a Capri Sun. I definitely had to rehydrate from those family camping trips.

Years have come and gone, leaving me a great deal wiser about my need for water, as well as lessening my desire for anything with alcohol in it. Once in a while I might have a drink, but now it just tastes too sweet. I don’t even like pop anymore… just give me a good cup of peppermint tea.

Several years ago I watched this documentary about water, that was extremely interesting. I learned a great deal about how the body processes water, pulling the minerals it needs to replace the ones used up. Did you know that if you drink water that has been distilled, or has too little PH in it, your body will take from your own minerals to try and fix the water you’re trying to put in your body… you actually sacrifice good minerals already in your system to make the water more balanced.

I found this idea so interesting, that I started to drink a 32 oz. bottle of high PH water about once a week, since my drinking water is just out of the tap. Now I am spoiled, because I can fully taste the difference in my water… good water really does have flavor!

These days, you’ll find me drinking either coffee or water, and if I put any flavor in my water it’s going to be my peppermint herbal tea… but mostly, I just like water as, well, water!

Enjoy the coffee, cocoa, fruit, and cookie flavored water…

Babies are soft, warm and cuddly…

Babies give only love

Babies always need us

Babies make us want to be good

Babies draw out our emotions

Babies bring hope for a better future

Babies don’t judge you

Babies don’t withhold their feelings

Babies don’t lie, or cheat, or steal…

Babies are that which we once were

Innocent… Trusting… loving…

If more people still acted like babies, in this regard, maybe I might start choosing a bigger version of my favorite people!

Here, have a teething biscuit…

As the DailyPrompt seems to now think we are all in kintergarten with this question, I am disinclined to aquiess to it’s request.  With that being said, I am able to reflect on the shoes I’ve worn over the years.

Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.

I do still have my first pair of baby shoes tucked away in a box…

From baby booties til now, I have moved from sneakers to cowboy boots… back to sneakers… from sneakers to differing ladies fancy shoes… back to sneakers… from sneakers to moccasins… back to sneakers… now resting in a shared sneaker/slipper lifestyle.

I keep em as long as they will hold up, as I am not one to give up on a garment just because it looks a bit faded or worn. Quite honestly, my shoes don’t feel right until after they have been stretched, stained, and well broken in. 

My sneakers average a life of about a year, but that’s pushing it… and I usually own twin pairs so they will last longer.  I walk alot!

Right now, I own a pair of fluffy slipper shoes that a friend gave me last year.  They are stained from my coffee spills, but oh so faithfully comfortable.

There ya have it, folks, more information than you ever wanted or needed to know about the life of my feet…

Here, have a cookie that my feet have NOT been anywhere near, though there have been a few squirrels involved in presenting them…

Just sayin,

I, for one, will shout out my gratitude for the sacrifice made on Calvary!

The temple veil was torn…

The stone was rolled away…

Jesus mended the bridge we burned,

opening up the way for us!

There is no greater gift!

No cookies needed here…

Confetti, maybe…

Step 1 – The first thing to keep in mind, is that we must be very very quiet. Approach slowly, making no sudden movements or noises.

Step 2 – Make sure that you have brought enough bags of seeds, as they often congregate in large groups.

Step 3 – If you can whistle, they seem to love that, so whistle away.

Step 4 – Most often they will come right down and settle on your shoulders, head, or even the camera.

I don’t think they will bite you, unless you try harm them or put em in a cage or something. I’m not an expert Budgie approacher, so I can only write about my own safe practices. I simply try to capture pictures, feed them yummy seeds, and if I am incredibly gentle, they will allow me to pet them on their fluffy heads.

All in all, I feel rather confident in sharing my tips on how to approach a Budgie… wait… oh… oops! I thought the question asked me to describe my approach to Budgies, not Budgets. My bad… as far as talking about budgets… it’s for the birds!

Here, have some Budgie Biscuits…

And yes, from California to the New York Islands… all of it!

It is very hard for me to write a respectable answer today, now that WordPress has my criminal history and everyone now knows that I would sell my freedom down the river for a boy and a football game… hey, maybe that does reflect patriotism.

Anyways, I don’t wish to ruin my Friday morning coffee moments with a bunch of patriotic mumbo jumbo that will bore the ever loving socks off all who venture into the Lobby.

This website should reflect my love of God, love of life, and love for you guys… beyond that, there isn’t much else I wish to be transparent with… just sayin…

Here, have a Friday morning cookie with me…

The down side to being so smart is that one cannot pretend ignorance about a great many things, one of which is the law.

I have in fact broken the law… many times, in fact, but I’m not about to divulge them to you. Well, maybe just a bit.

When you are a runaway child and your hungry that’s one thing, but when you are tucked into a foster home that feeds you and houses you… now it has become another thing all together.

One time, when I was about 14 years old, myself and my roomie decided to do a runner… but not a normal runner, just to her parents house. She’d been getting into trouble in school, so her parents did a kind of tough love tactic by putting her temporarily into foster care. She was a bit of a bad girl, now that I think about it, but I digress. Anyway, her parents had gone out of town, so their house was empty for super bowl weekend. We took it upon ourselves to hook up with two boys from school and break into her parents house to eat drink and be merry, so to speak.

What we didn’t know, was that her parents had put the house under watch, due to her unreliable teenage behavior. Someone saw us break in, immediately calling the police to report our teenage invasion. I think her parents must have been so ready for her shenanigans, they had given all authority to the police to basically scare the teenager right out of us.

One minute we were lounging on the couch, NOT watching the football game, and the next minute, the front door literally flew off its hinges as the coppers broke the door open and shouted their arrival all at the same time! Dirty cards, in my opinion… I was of the understanding that they are to announce first, and then enter! Not in this case, they didn’t! The next thing I knew, I was face down on the lawn, someone’s knee in my back, and cuffs were being roughly put on my 14 year old wrists.

I was then hauled to the pokey, where they tried to scare me straight by leaving me in a urine and feces marked holding cell for some hours.

F.Y.I. when you are trying to scare a teenager who has been assaulted and mistreated on a vile level… your peepee room only pisses her off! Just sayin…

To be honest, we all have a conscience that enables us to question the legality of a thing… I was 14 and I knew wrong from right, in fact, I understood it at a far younger level than most.

The idea of unintentionally breaking a law is sort of an impossibility for most individuals, if you think about it, because the law has been placed in order for you to know NOT to do it. I’m just glad the question didn’t ask if you’ve ever unintentionally disregarded a warning label… it’s a real eye opener to realize that some folks need to be warned NOT to drink the acid out of a car battery!

Here, have a cookie…

It would make more sense if the prompt asked me what I would title an auto biography… how on earth would I know what somebody else might write about me, therefore knowing what they might be inclined to use as an appropriate title?

Not to be disrespectful towards someone writing about my life other than myself, but currently, there isn’t anyone close enough to know what might be written. I have no more than three people that I consider even remotely familiar enough to write about my life, none of which are writers. 

I did, in fact, write my own story down for others to read, but I’m still not sure why. Nobody that I thought would read it, ever took the time or made the effort to read it! My own biological sister rejected my words before she ever got past the introduction… not joking!

If my own sister, as well as my children seem averse to giving me any grace, at all… well, perhaps the writing was more for me than it was for anyone else.

I imagine that if anyone wrote of me, it might only be things under the title of

She Wore a Scarlet Letter, or Sins of Her Past, or maybe The Unlovable

Thank goodness that I don’t buy into others opinions of me any longer, but rather, I look upon the book of another, in whose pages I seem to keep finding entry after entry about my very life. As it happens, the book has already been written and has been in circulation for many many years. Due to the reputation this book holds, and as I know the author pretty well, I wouldn’t dream of suggesting we change the title that graces its’ cover.

By now you have most likely guessed the name of this publication, but just to ensure you and I are on the same page here, the title of the book is called The Holy Bible. When I asked the author if I could share the title of His work, He was happy that I should do so… suggesting that anyone wishing to find their life written into this book, might feel free to use this title for their prompt answer, as well.

Here, have a cookie…

What were your parents doing at your age?

As no one, especially me, could give a hoot what my parents were doing at my age… I will bless you with not answering so specifically.

I will briefly reflect on the times.

Here are a few things I would expect they saw…

I think this should leave a lasting impression,  don’t you?

Here, have a cookie…