This big cat’s response to the prompt is Purrrrfect…
We all have those we know that fall into these three peeves, so I’ll not bother with the definitions… these sort of explain themselves, don’t you think?
People with No Follow Through…
People with no ability to say I’m Sorry…
People with Two Faces in the Mirror…
This seems completely unfair… I love both the Mountains and the Ocean the same, just for differing reasons.
I travel with anticipation toward the heights for all the sights and sounds…
I glide along the shore of the ocean, blissfully calm from the sense of silence it pushes towards my bare feet sinking in the wet sand..
If I stay too long upon the mountain, I feel as if I might explode from taking it all in…
If the waters of the ocean stopped pushing me ashore, I believe I would simply follow its pull into the depths never to return…
See…
Checks and Balances folks… there’s only one favorite anything that I claim and His name starts with J and ends with an S…
Everything else must simply take a seat at the back of the bus…
Here, have a cookie…
I choose my local park, hands down, as my favorite place!
While I’m sure the local squirrels love anyone who gives them peanuts, I choose to believe that they love mine the best. Due to my absolute love and fascination of these small ones, my husband has now moved to buying Biggie size bags of peanuts… it has become my mission to ensure full tummies and fluffy tails through the cold months.
Most days you will find me walking along the path with a string of boisterous chatterboxes darting between my feet. These little ones show no fear whatsoever… only excited anticipation of the treats they know to be forthcoming.
I’ve become so fond of these fluffy characters, stories began to form in my mind of their miniature world. In a way, a squirrel’s life is much less complicated than a humans… but is it really? In other ways, the life of these tiny creatures is far more harsh than ours is… but is it really? Writing stories for squirrels using human nature as the reality of their social structure is rather easy.
The park is massive, holding 4 large sports fields used in the warmer months, a large Tennis court that keeps busy nearly all year long, and multiple trails running through several playgrounds and down all along the White River. For a smaller community, this park gets a great amount of use, and a great amount of care. The city puts forth a great amount of effort to maintain and care for this place and that makes my heart happy.
Living in a house with wheels means that we may not always be in this particular location, in close proximity to such a beautiful and peaceful place. For me, the beauty and peace are not limited to just one place… no matter where our wheels come to rest, God always gives me a park and/or a trail to walk… always! Here’s the tricky part… I have to be looking.
It’s rather funny that I’ve known about this park for years and never walked it’s paths. I lived in this very same city over 10 years ago… not 5 blocks from where we are at the moment, never once walking beneath it’s trees. I wasn’t looking… but I am now! In a way I suppose that God has used this park, and these creatures to work part of His healing in my wounded spirit. This is a wonderful part of nature that draws me to return time and again… I see my Fathers hand everywhere my eyes look. From the smell of the earth, to the sounds of the world around me… from the antics of the squirrels to the laughter of the children playing… From the warmth of the sunshine to the bitter cold of winter… I see His hand in all of it.
Long story short, the local park is my Jam…
Here, have a cookie…
These were gifted to us by Acorn Valley’s most talented royal Chef, Rollina MutterNut.
It would be nice to say that I have great acting skills, able to reflect whomever I wish to the world passing me by… but I’m a lousy actor!
It would be nice to say that I am elegant and demure, able to sashay through a room and leave the men breathless and the woman envious… but though I clean up pretty nice, I am an expert at fading into a crowd!
It would also be very nice to say that I am fully skilled at being the life of the party, with everyone flocking around me to listen with rapt attention to all my jokes and musings… but while I most certainly will make your party loud and funny at times, I’m actually a bit much for folks!
The truth of things is… after 54 years of me… I am trying to leave an impression of something better, someone more worthy of remembering… God!
I don’t much care if you laugh or scoff when I speak of my heavenly Father… there are a great many regrets I have, a good number of failures and mistakes that I’ve made, but my belief in God will never be one of them…
If someone became annoyed or impatient with you for always talking about your parents, you might think them absurd or maybe an insensitive boob… why? Because you love and respect your parents… they raised and cared for you… when you succeed, they are always there to cheer for you… they were there for you when no one else was… this is what parents SHOULD be for us!
My earthly parents failed me early on, resulting in an 11 year old runaway, standing on the side of that old darkened highway, all those years ago. Looking back now, I clearly see the one who WAS there… GOD! He has watched over me, raised and cared for me… He was there to cheer me on when I succeeded… when I failed and found myself out in the cold with no one to hold out a hand, He was there… He picked me up… He set my feet back on the path… and GOD and GOD alone filled my cup to overflowing with grace and mercy, love and forgiveness, and the will to try again!
My hope and prayer is that you see HIM! My dad! He has raised me to be the woman I am today, and I am certain that I make Him proud… I’m certain because, like any good parent, He tells me so every single day! I hope that I can reflect my Dad, my best friend… and most assuredly, The Author of My Faith!
Here, have a cookie…
While I’m not currently reading anything aside from the Bible, I could literally fill a book with all the titles of books I’ve read over the last 54 years. I think I’ve read so many that it really would take a book to write them out… well, maybe not a whole book.
I’ve read so many books that it would be easier for me to go to the library and just start picking them all out… I’ve written in the past about my days working in a library, as well as my love for books. As a child I would watch the calendar for the school years Scholastic Fair, saving any and all change, as well as collecting cans in the area to trade for nickels at the nearby 7 Eleven Store. I was a willing gopher for my mother during the month prior to the upcoming event, and shamelessly hoarded any coin or bill laying around, if it wasn’t nailed down or already claimed. When my mother walked me through those school house doors on Scholastic Day, I sounded like a walking Piggy Bank in those echoey hallways.
I will always remember with fondness, the whole of the process of walking through the lines in the library to look at the different books, sitting with my mother to mark an X in all the squares that held my future books, and putting the order form under my pillow to reread every day until Book Pick Up.
Books, my friends, have the same New Smell experience as that of a new box of Crayons. Unwrapping the clear plastic cover slowly, pulling the book open for the first time, and finally running my hands across the fresh new pages… this was what all those gopher days, sticky can hands, and dumpster diving were all about. I can remember getting this same thrill as I walked my own kids through their Book Fairs, though looking back, I am pretty sure my girls felt the same as I had back in my childhood. I know this because I too wound up getting a Three for One Gopher deal for nearly a month each school year.
Throughout my life I have read many different Genres depending on the phase I was in at the time, from Sci-fi to Science, from Romance Novels to How To Improve your Love Life self-help resources, from Fictional Adventures to real life Autobiographies, and on and on and on…
During the last 5 years of Life Interruptus stuff, my reading came to a standstill. I struggled to even pick up my Bible. I stopped writing as well, which nearly undid the fibers of my being. It was God alone that completed the demolition of my reading/writing Roadblock!
Aside from my study of Gods Word, I am not currently reading any particular book. I spend a good many hours every day working on writing my own Novel, as well as reading and responding to what my friends write about here on WordPress. I did actually read a book last year called “Night Driving” by Chad Byrd. Very good read!
I have to admit that I miss reading terribly, but at the same time, I only experience discomfort and frustration while attempting to get into a good read. Until my eye surgeries at the end of the month, these peepers are limited to a bright screen sitting no more than 18 24 inches away… forget about reading my phone, remember when I re-recorded my own voicemail thinking it was the doctors office who called. Forget about reading a Calendar, as we also know that I can’t seem to get to a single appointment on time, even though it is written on the board right in front of my desk.
The number ONE thing I am looking forward to from surgery will be to hold my own Bible and read God’s Word while tracing the lines of text with my fingers, or writing in the margins. I miss such simple things that were taken for granted all of those early years. As a writer it is imperative that one manage three tools for the trade… our minds, our eyes, and our hands… lose even one of the three and our world implodes.
One of the things that actually helps me have patience while waiting for my procedures, is to come up with a Bucket List of sorts, for books I want to read… once I get new eyes.
I know this might sound silly, but I want to go back and reread some of my favorites! I have settled on rereading the entire Brian Jacques Redwall Series… I used to own the entire hardbound collection before Life Interruptus. If you’ve young adult readers in your home, this is a fantastic series.
I would be happy for any suggestions of books you’ve had a chance to read… it’ll give me a few different directions to go look for what I want to dip my eyes into next…
Here, instead of a cookie, this Book Bunny wants to read you a story about a carrot…
No… this is not a picture of our House with Wheels. As I was putting this response together, I realized that I have no actual pictures of our RV on the outside. I suppose I never thought to take any proud pictures in the beginning of the journey, as it was a pretty painful start for us when we first hit the road. One day I will take some shots of her, after she gets the new roof on, along with a new paint job (wishful thinking).
While there are a good many places I would certainly love to visit and travel through for a short bit, as Dorothy said in the Wizard of Oz, “There’s no place like home”.
I cannot believe that I am listening to myself say this, but, I love living on wheels… not just living but thriving. I am so grateful to live in a country where there are some of the most breathtaking and beautiful places in the world… this is my favorite part of the world, and while I could enjoy visiting different places outside of our patch of green, I will always come home to this land, the land of my origin.
Over the years I have done a good bit of traveling abroad, but always got homesick, craving the comfort of familiar surroundings… my roots run too deeply into the soil of America. I may not have much faith in the ones running this country, but I love this land… not just for its beauty, but for the people living throughout this country, who make The United States of America the place our RV wheels will always roll…
Here, have a cookie for the road…
Ok… technically, it looks like a muffin, but is it… really?!?
Who would want to go through life without something to look forward to, something to pull us out of bed everyday so we can keep grinding out the hours that can earn us a dollar?
We use Vacations to give us something to plan for with excitement and anticipation… work hard so you can relax.
Vacationing… Shopping… Movies… Parties… dinners… Holiday Celebrations… etc. Pinterest is the perfect platform to keep as many pictures as you wish, of the things that you could make, buy, or design in your personal DIY fashion… or how to change your hair, makeup, clothes and/or surroundings, to fit who YOU are! What is the one element that flows up, over, around, and through all these different things? Passion!
We use many things to bring us happiness as we journey through life’s ups and downs. We have days that we wonder why we are doing this whole existence thing, not being able to see a clear direction in life that might make a difference. I’m saying this because I get it! I am a Christian Woman of Faith, and I have days that make it really really tough to stand in my faith… to walk forward in that same faith.
I discovered early on in my walk with God that having a passion for the journey would be a must! I was in need of a reason… a purpose to keep traveling. In all my years of walking with God, my passion has waxed and waned… sometimes seemingly absent altogether. I didn’t say that it was gone, it just felt that way for some time… but anything that God begins will always end GOOD!
All those times that I thought I had lost my passion, felt that I couldn’t go on… my passion was still there, I just misplaced it in all the Life Interruptus boxes laying around my world. Don’t we always love it when we find something in an old box in the attic we thought had been lost or destroyed? The discovery of the item brings with it a rush of pleasurable memories.
I guess maybe that is what comes to mind when asking myself if there is anything that I found and have kept for any length of time. The answer would be My Passion! For this girls human heart, my passion for God surfaces in everything I do… from dishes and housework all the way to writing here every day. I simply want to do the best I can with what I have, leaving things a bit better than I found them.
Passion gets me out of bed every day, driving me to move forward toward doing that which fuels my spirit. Whatever happens… come what may… may I never lose hold on that which carries me home…
Here, have some biscuits with Jam…
Though we all must do this chore, it is not my favorite… mainly because I am unable to easily carry baskets back and forth from the laundry building two doors down from our RV. Til I can get my bum arm fixed or a magic washer/dryer magically materializes inside our RV closet, clothes will just have to get done when I get around to it.
Anyone who knows me, understands how this question could easily go in several different directions, possibly good, or even possibly bad. So the question I could fire back might be something like, Do ya feel lucky… well, do ya? That was Clint Eastwood, by the way.
In the WordPress Prompt Sandbox, I shall play nice… for now…
It’s important for me to begin by looking up the definitions of both Famous and Infamous just to sound smart for everyone. You shouldn’t think that I am guessing or anything.
According to Merriam-Webster,
“Famous means “widely known.” Infamous does not mean “not famous” but rather it means “having a reputation of the worst kind.” It may help to remember that infamous is related to infamy which means “evil reputation brought about by something grossly criminal.”
Famous is good peeps and Infamous is bad! That’s the basic difference between my choices here, and I can say I have met both… whether you have to think they are or not wasn’t terribly clear in the question nor the definition.
While I could say that meeting ALABAMA in person, back stage after their concert, when I was only 15 was the most famous group of folks, my first face to face with Jesus changed my world. There will be no topping this guy for being who He is!
I will say that I have come across at least 3 very very infamous people… the problem with meeting someone truly Infamous, is the fact that no one in public ever sees them. You may think that Infamous people will have names and pictures all over media and history books, but most truly Infamous Ones remain in the shadows. For myself… I will give them no honor of seeing their own names in print, or hearing one mention them, as they crave power above all else and I shall give them NONE!!!!!!!
Here, have a cookie…
Ode to Puppies…
If you ask a girl about a puppy
She will want another too,
For puppies are her specialty
and for a puppy anything she will do…
They are fluffy and cute
even though everywhere they poop,
You can walk them and feed them
and hold them real tight,
They offer puppy breath and kisses
and your sleeping buddy at night,
When I am happy they’re there
When I am feeling sad they care,
It’s no wonder that dogs are our friends,
as their loyalty is there until the end…
Journey With Me! 