Friday, June 30, 2017

Turkey Lurkey : Funny Friday

This is my first Funny Friday post here on Cognitive Script. Previously I posted on my long standing blog Spatulas On Parade. I began SOP 5 years ago as a way to share my recipes with friends/family. It has grown, changed and gone way beyond just a recipe blog. However, I felt the need to change some things and it was way more time consuming and a major event than I originally thought it would be. So, I began this one. Here I will share my thoughts, poems, pet peeves, creative writings and several monthly writing challenges that I participate in; Funny Friday being one of those. I hope you enjoy it and will come back often to see what exactly is going on in this crazy mixed up head of mine.

Funny Friday, June 2017
Today’s post is this month’s Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday of every month. Funny Friday is a collaborative project. Each month one of the participants submits a picture, then we all write 5 captions or thoughts inspired by that month’s picture. Links to the other bloggers’ posts are below, click on them and see what they’ve come up with. I hope we bring a smile to your face as you start your weekend.
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Here’s today’s picture. It was submitted by Baking In A Tornado   

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1. Karen looking out the kitchen window... "IS that a turkey?"

2. Karen's husband "HEY honey, did you order a turkey for Sunday dinner?"

3. Karen, "No why?" Husband "well one just arrived"

4. Karen "oh, put it on the counter, I'll be right in the kitchen"

5. Husband "well I would but he's not dressed yet!" LOL

Click on the links below and let some other bloggers make you smile:
Baking In A Tornado   
      The Bergham Chronicles  
Southern Belle Charm
Bookworm in the Kitchen


Sunday, June 25, 2017

True Love - I'm looking for you

True love, does it exist anymore? Do people really fall in love forever these days? It is rare if so. We live in a throw away society. It is too easy to get married and far to easy to get divorced. Folks do not respect the sanctity of marriage, the commitment, the vows. It's hard work and the majority just get busy with life, work, kids, bills, lack of money because they are living above their means and they lose sight of what brought them together in the first place. So when the relationship needs work, they walk away, it's so much easier.
Something else I have noticed. Most people who claim to be "in love" are just in lust. Not love.
Love, what is it?
According to the dictionary: love is= (found at
a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
sexual passion or desire.
a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or thelike):
Would you like to see a movie, love?
a love affairan intensely amorous incident; amour.
sexual intercourse; copulation.
verb (used with object)loved, loving.
to have love or affection for:
All her pupils love her.
to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (anotherperson).
to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in:
to love music.
to need or require; benefit greatly from:
Plants love sunlight.
to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.
to have sexual intercourse with.
verb (used without object)loved, loving.
to have love or affection for another person; be in love.
Verb phrases
love up, to hug and cuddle:
She loves him up every chance she gets.
for love,
  1. out of affection or liking; for pleasure.
  2. without compensation; gratuitously:
    He took care of the poor for love.
for the love of, in consideration of; for the sake of:
For the love of mercy, stop that noise.
in love, infused with or feeling deep affection or passion:
a youth always in love.
in love with, feeling deep affection or passion for (a person, idea,occupation, etc.); enamored of:
in love with the girl next door; in love with one's work.
make love,
  1. to embrace and kiss as lovers.
  2. to engage in sexual activity.
no love lost, dislike; animosity:
There was no love lost between the two brothers.
before 900; (noun) Middle English; Old English lufu, cognate with OldFrisian luve, Old High German luba, Gothic lubō; (v.) Middle Englishlov(i)en, Old English lufian; cognate with Old Frisian luvia, Old HighGerman lubōn to love, Latin lubēre (later libēreto be pleasing; akin to lief
Related forms
outlove, verb (used with object), outloved, outloving.
overlove, verb, overloved, overloving.
1. tenderness, fondness, predilection, warmth, passion, adoration. 1, 2.Love, affection, devotion all mean a deep and enduring emotional regard,usually for another person. Love may apply to various kinds of regard: thecharity of the Creator, reverent adoration toward God or toward a person,the relation of parent and child, the regard of friends for each other,romantic feelings for another person, etc. Affection is a fondness for othersthat is enduring and tender, but calm. Devotion is an intense love andsteadfast, enduring loyalty to a person; it may also imply consecration to acause. 2. liking, inclination, regard, friendliness. 15. like. 16. adore,adulate, worship.
1, 2. hatred, dislike. 15, 16. detest, hate. Unabridged
Based on the Random House Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2017.
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With all of that said, I wonder where "real love" has gone. Couples hop from one relationship to another, one bed to another, some having several partners simultaneously. With no concern for feelings, consequences or even their life. Disease is no joke, some serious illnesses can be passed around to unsuspecting partners.
The biggest issue is this, what is real love? I think real love is finding your best friend. The one who "gets you" when others think you're weird. He finishes your sentences, knows your thoughts before you do, buys you the perfect gift every time even when you don't tell him what you want. He knows your favorite resturant, what you order, your favorite drink, color, flower, song, your worst fears, nightmares and life long dreams. He knows secrets that you've never told another living soul. And you know all these things about him as well. He has your back no matter if you're right or wrong. He knows exactly what to say and what not to, he holds you when you're scared and makes you laugh when it's inappropriate. He drives you nuts in good and bad ways. When the going gets tough, you might yell at each other, you might think about quitting but the thought of being without this person makes it difficult to breath and so you work through it. You laugh hard, you work hard, you love harder.
Does true love exist anymore? I don't know, but I'm determined to find out. I'm looking, seeking and praying to find it. I thought once I had it and was devastated when it turned out to be a ruse but I have faith, determination and a great desire to find that "one special someone" who is my "one and only" the great love of my life. I seriously hope I'm not wrong and that I'm not living some school girl fairy tale but I want all that I listed above and think that it is mine for the asking. I'm asking, I'm knocking at the door and I'm waiting.
I pray that whoever he is, he hasn't given up and settled for less than, I hope he hasn't quit looking and that one day, soon and very soon, we will find each other and in the words of a starry eyed school girl, we will live happily ever after.

Friday, June 23, 2017


Why do we say a man is wise, which is a compliment but when we say "wise guy" it is meant as a slam or insult.

This saying and many others has me puzzled, well maybe not puzzled as much as it makes me wonder.

Why do we drive on a parkway but park in a drive way?

Yes, these are random thoughts that pop in my mind.

Your thoughts on these? or other sayings you'd like to discuss...


Monday, June 19, 2017

A Great Loss

Here I sit with a heavy heart. A young girl that I know, whom is only 19, just lost her baby. 

She went into labor last night at 25 weeks. The doctors did an emergency C-section and the baby did not survive. My heart is heavy for her and the loss that she is suffering right now. It also brings back memories of the time when I was in the same spot with one exception. Well maybe two. One ;I was married and two ; I was all the way across the country from my family so I had no support. Thankfully she has a very loving mother who is right there by her side. She also has an uncle who cares for her deeply and lots of other relatives and friends.

 I was 17 when I delivered my first child and she was stillborn. I remember it like it was yesterday. I started cramping and hurting, went into my bathroom thinking that that was where I needed to be. Instead, upon sitting down I felt a great amount of pressure and then something went splash. I stood up and looked and there was my baby, yes in the toilet bowl. I panicked and reached in and pulled it out, wrapped it up and got in the car, drove to the emergency room. I was 17 I had no idea what was going on or what to do. 

When I got to the emergency room they ask me what the problem was and I told them I had just delivered my baby. I remember the guy looking at me like I was crazy and he said where is it. I opened up the towel, they immediately rushed me to a room. Where they left me for several hours alone, scared and in pain. My body began to go through the motions of delivery. If you are a woman you know the things that I referred to. And I will spare you details. 

After some time they told me they were admitting me and that I would need a DNC. I didn't even know what that was. They prepared me and took me upstairs. Upon entering the operating room,being very scared and in a lot of pain, I remember looking around at all of the people and was confused. I was told that they were students and that they would be observing the procedure and that it would also be filmed. They had me sign a form. When I woke up I was in a room and it was the next day. 

The nurse came in and was very cold and spoke to me in medical terms telling me what had happened and what I could and could not do for the next six weeks. Scared and alone I lay there in the bed and tried to be strong. 

When my husband finally showed up it was to take me home. I was in the hospital for two days and I never saw him or heard from him. When I was released they put me in a wheelchair and took me downstairs and there was our car. I got in and we drove home. He never said a word to me. 

When we got to our apartment and inside he said I have to go back to work I will see you later and he walked out and shut the door. For the next nine months almost consistently I laid on my couch during the day and I cried while I watched soap operas and commiserated with the poor ladies. 

I didn't go anywhere unless I had to. Then one day I woke up and decided enough was enough. So I shoved all of my pain and emotion in a box deep within my heart and I started to live life but not really because I drank a lot. I pretended to be happy and I partied with all my neighbors. It wasn't until many years later that I was able to deal with it. And when I finally did it was after losing four babies. 

I am very thankful to say that that I have three biological sons that I love dearly and I have two adopted children. I am very blessed to have these wonderful young adults in my life but when I hear or read of someone who has suffered the loss of a baby it takes me back to that scared 17-year-old girl in the hospital all alone. 

It is not easy and I do hope and pray that she has someone to talk to a counselor,pastor,anyone. I am praying for her healing not just physically but also emotionally. Now at the age of...over 50 with grandchildren, I'm not sure that I have ever fully healed from my loses. I sit here now writing this, trying not to cry, feeling her pain and my own all over again. 

She is a strong young woman but even strong women have moments of weakness. She has suffered several losses the past two years and that takes its toll on even the strongest.

My heart goes out to her like I said and it is my prayer that she finds someone she can trust and confide in during this immense time of grief.

So to all the babies who left too early, we love you.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

The First of Many

Hi, welcome to Cognitive Script, a place where thoughts become writings and those could be anything from random thoughts, pet peeves, poems, creative writing challenges, writing prompts or just some crazy thing that popped into my head and made its way to this page.

When I was growing up I used to hear about the golden years. When your children were grown and gone, then you spent the rest of your days in retirement enjoying life. That was a lie or maybe for the previous generation. And I am finding that it is not true for myself. I get up, I work, I go home and sleep. So that I may start over the next day. I see myself as a member of the survivor generation. I do what I must to survive. My concern is for my children. They seem to be of the generation of dependent. So meaning their age are living at home and dependent on their parents. Even ones who have a college education. Life has not gotten easier it has gotten harder. It is very difficult to make it on your own no matter what your age, lifestyle, or educational status. This is definitely not how I envisioned my life when I was growing up.  
I am not complaining just stating facts and observations. Sometimes our life turns out the way it does due to bad decisions and other times it's due to the decisions of others. We deal with the circumstances and the repercussions as best we can. 
Eyes up, move forward and don't stop.