Friday, October 27, 2017

Does This Help Me See?

Welcome to....

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.

Here’s today’s picture. It was submitted by Southern Belle Charm

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1. Well, I need to protect my eyes Grandma.

2. Which pair do I like? Well duh, all of them, can't you tell?

3. What do you mean I have to pick ONE pair????

4. Does this help me see you ask? Why yes, yes it does. I see you being a pain.

5. That's right, I'm a shades hog, I want them all and I'm little, cute and a princess so of course, I'll get them all 😎

Click on the links below and let some other bloggers make you smile:

Bookworm in the Kitchen
Baking In A Tornado       
The Bergham Chronicles  
Southern Belle Charm

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Their Love

Her dreams were deeper than the enchanted forest,
higher than the mountains,
wider than the open prairie,
and his love took her to places she had never known.

Her heart was full.

Her blood coursed through her veins
faster, stronger, and freer than before.
Her vision was sharper.
Her mind was clearer.
Her breathing was deeper.
Her dreams were more vivid,
and she owed it all to his love.
A love that ran true, strong, deep, and passionate.
A mature love 
of friendship and companionship
and it had stood the test of time.
It had weathered the strain.
it had climbed the laborious mountain of pain
and stood on the crest of the mountain
like a roaring lion
screaming at the mountain top. . .
and are stronger and more resilient for it.

Their love endured forever...

Friday, October 13, 2017

The Prodigal Love - UYW

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them. 

Shea stood on the porch overlooking the huge task in front of her. At the foot of the drive she could see the vacancy sign, it echoed what was in her heart. Vacancy, empty, dry, her  batteries had quit so to speak. She didn't care anymore.
She tossed out the last few sips of coffee onto the ground, cursed and walked back into the entryway. Shea looked around her, in the   path of her vision she saw it. A photo of "him", how dare he look at her that way, smiling, smug, all knowing! He didn't know anything! DAMN HIM!
MOM! startled she spun around "WHAAAT?!"
Her son, only 9 years old, stood shaking. She cleared her throat and again, "what? I'm sorry honey, you startled me, do you need something?"
"umm, no, never mind." he shuffled off.
Shea caught his arm, "I'm sorry honey and I know I say that a lot these days, what did need?" she pulled him into a hug.
For a brief moment he relaxed but then quickly shrugged her off.
She took a deep breath. Again, DAMN HIM, here she was doing the best she could with what little he left her and her son, HER SON, was estranged from her because of HIM! GRRR she could feel it building again. That melt down she had been trying so desperately too avoid.
Walking down the hall towards the kitchen Shea saw the stack on bills on the side board. She hung her head and kept walking, what could she do, there was nothing left to sell except the house and property, no money, nothing but debt.
As she stepped into the kitchen there he stood, all six feet tall, tanned and holding a block of cheese?! What the what?
Kodi walked over, laid the cheese on the counter, gave her his best smile and said "good morning darlin', aren't you the picture of beauty this morning." Like that was going to fix everything! huh?!
The next morning it was all a blur, Shea rolled over and bumped into someone. EEK ACK OMGosh what HAD she done???
With a sigh of relief she saw Kodi fast asleep, she rubbed her forehead, stretched her back and said NO MORE SUSHI at bedtime!
She rubbed his back, well it wasn't all a dream. He had left her, she had struggled, he had returned. Her prodigal love, she signed, took a deep breath and as she looked heavenward she whispered, "God I do love this man, please don't ever let him leave me again and if he does let his truck break down, his dog die, his favorite boots get a hole in them, his wallet get, just let him stay here, love us and be faithful. Amen."
He rolled over at that very minute and said "good morning darlin', aren't you the picture of beauty this morning' kissed her nose and pulled her close.

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado        
The Blogging 911         
Sparkly Poetic Weirdo            
On the Border                 
The Bergham Chronicles            
Southern Belle Charm              
Bookworm in the Kitchen          

Your words are:
batteries ~ estranged ~ direct ~ vacancy ~ cheese ~ huge
They were submitted by:

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

A Bootiful Scream

Good morning! Today is an attempt at poetry by myself and poetry submissions from my blogger buddies. I hope you enjoy it and visit the others. We post once a month and each month have a different theme. As we are all different, each bloggers take on the them is different. At the bottom of the post you will find links to the other brave souls.

A Boo-tiful Scream

She walked gracefully by the stones,
cold and hard like her heart.
her fingers skimmed the tops
feeling the cold hard stone,
wet with evening dew 
causing her to shiver.
A thrill ran through her.
     an owl screeched,
          a limb snapped,
her breath caught in her throat.
A breeze picked up her skirt
and tossed her hair about.
Walking under a tree
she became like a ninja,
as she walked through a spider's web.
The laugh escaped her lips
catching her off guard.
She whirled around to see if anyone was there.
Her eyes lit with mischief.
She began to run.
The faster she ran,
the freer she felt.
She ran until she collapsed
lying on the chilly ground,
panting like a deer for water.
She released a boo-tiful scream
It came from deep within,
     a soulful scream
          a scream of release
               a flood of emotions came with it.
The owl screeched again.
She could hear the crickets.
The wind caressing her skin.
she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
She stood and walked away,
     forever changed. . .

by the boo-tiful scream

Be sure to read the other participants poetry!
Karen from Baking In A Tornado

Diane from On The Border

Friday, October 6, 2017

The Tired, The Worn, The Broken aka The Victorious Woman

The last three years have been rough to say the least. I am tired, I am worn out from working 75 hours a week in 5 days, yes you read that correctly. I am broken, mentally, physically and emotionally BUT...
I am a victorious woman. Why? Because I refuse to give up or in. I will not be defeated. It is not about how many times I fall but about how many times I get up.
That is why I am victorious. I get up over and over and over again and will continue to do so until I draw my last breath.

Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week 11 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts. 

My subject... is: Reality TV, do you watch it? Whether you do or not, do you think it’s actually reality or is that a farce and they’re really scripted? What would the theme of a reality show about you be?
It was submitted by:  

Well Karen my dear friend, I do believe that a lot if not all of the "reality" shows are scripted to a point. Some things happen and the director says "hey wait, that was good but let's try this, do it again and roll film" and so it goes. From reality to scripted. The ones that were real didn't last long or have changed so drastically you know it is scripted.
If my life were a reality show, it would definitely be "The Tired, The Worn, The Broken Victorious Woman" 
I will not go into detail but my life has been a LifeTime movie, especially the last 10 months. It is ridiculous but here I stand and stand I will because I am too damn hard-headed and stubborn to do anything else.
You can beat me, threaten me, stalk me and I will keep going. I promise with every breath in me, I will not stop and I will not back down. I am and will continue to be The Victorious Woman!

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

Baking In A Tornado                
Cognitive Script               
The Blogging 911         
The Lieber Family Blog           
The Bergham Chronicles        
Southern Belle Charm           
Bookworm in the Kitchen          
Never Ever Give Up Hope        
Sparkly Poetic Weirdo