Posted in Blogging, Writing

Day 18: Writing Challenge

Day 18: Writing Challenge– 30 Facts About Yourself


Already overthinking this one as I am sure it is meant to be simple, and fun!

  1. I love to sing. Don’t look for me on the next American Idol. I am probably not that good. However, I like to think I am when I sing.
  2. I whistle when I am doing chores. Not because I think I am Snow White commanding birds, and forest animals. Even though that would be cool. It became a habit sticking with me after dad passed away. Reminding me of him, he whistled a lot.
  3. I like to clean. When I am stressed, it calms me. Weird I know, but I stress clean.
  4. I have a hard time sticking to a set schedule. I hate doing the same thing all the time. It’s nice to switch things up when life becomes monotonous.
  5. I was the first one to pass my driver’s test (out of my group of friends). The first one to parallel park that day. You wouldn’t know it later by looking at my first car. She was banged up a bit.
  6. I don’t drink. I don’t think it’s fun. It doesn’t make me feel good. It makes me sick, and I don’t like the taste. Blah!
  7. I French on my father’s side. My ancestors came over on the boat. Fighting in wars. Made their home here. I took three years of French in school, and remember some of it. Now I am trying to teach my kids. We know how to count. How to say some phrases–like “Hello!” It is fun!
  8. I love to read. When I can find time. Anymore I rather read than watch a movie.
  9. Games and DVD’s are alphabetized. Makes them easier to find. I might be a little OCD about it. 
  10. I don’t care about being in style. I buy whatever I feel like buying, and throw it together. I have my own style. It is called, “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
  11. I am organized with some things. Other things, I am not. I put things in that magical “safe place.” I might find it later. Maybe not. My e-mail folder. Yikes– 1,200 messages.
  12. I hate cooking. I never learned how. Touching raw stuff freaks me out, then I am sanitizing all the counters, and the sinks. I know this isn’t normal. Ha!
  13. I love baking. Have been told I am an “awesome baker,” I inherited it from my Nanny. I can make a pretty mean pie. Cookies. Brownies. I am getting hungry now.. Nom Nom Nom.
  14. I am not a fan of fast food. Upset stomach. But I have never met a french fry I didn’t like.
  15. I don’t call other people bad words often. Hearing my husband do it annoys me. It isn’t I don’t think they are acting bad enough to be called those things, it just sounds harsh. If they are acting bad enough to annoy you in such a way, why bother with them? How can you solve the problem without letting it bother you on such a level?
  16. I like helping people. If I can, I will help others. I think we all can help each other somehow. Whether it’s a kind word. A smile. It’s the littlest things that make another person’s day.
  17. I am a good listener. I often try helping people with their problems, and offer advice. If they ask. I am not going to butt in. Unless it is family, and then I will butt in. My brothers can be total boneheads!
  18. I hate bulling. I think it is awful to watch children suffer at the hands of their classmates. Some schools are putting polices in place to thwart bullying while others stand by, and watch–  doing nothing.
  19. I love Psychology. Studied it in college. Fell in love.
  20. I hate musicals. But I love music.
  21. I am socially awkward. It is uncomfortable being around people you don’t know. However, once I know someone I find it easy to make people laugh.
  22. I would love to travel. My soul longs for places I have never visited.
  23. I love history. I find history interesting. Always have. I look around and wonder who was here before me, and what motivated their actions. I look at the roads, and wonder who walked them before me. I feel connected when learning about them.
  24. I have a hard time sitting still. Focus!
  25. I have allergies. My allergies have allergies. I am allergic to my dog. But I love him regardless. He is too cute not to love!
  26. I believe everything happens for a reason. Even if we may not know why.
  27. Best days of my life was when I became a mother, and got married.
  28. My husband and I met three times before we ever considered each other romantically. We met as children. His mother is friends with my sister so she brought him to our house with his sisters. I didn’t like him so I stole all his guys on Super Mario Bros. Again, when I dated his best friend in high school. I didn’t like him then either. Then, we randomly crossed paths after I had my son. Our first date didn’t happen for another two years. 
  29. I love quotes. If we want to become wise and learn anything, I believe we should consider the words of those before us. Those on the same paths.
  30. I have a disease no one can pronounce. I don’t let it hold me back. I don’t use it as a crutch. I take the bad with the good, and I live! I might have it, but it will never have me!

An hour later, I am done! That wasn’t so bad!

I tried NOT to state the obvious– I love poetry, coffee, and hate Mondays, as that can found from poking around the site. .


12969405_10156840342075707_313357571_n

Posted in Blogging, Writing

Day 17: Writing Challenge

Day 17: Writing Challenge– Post about your zodiac sign. Whether or not it fits you.


Zodiac Signs. Fun!

When I was younger, I believed in the zodiac. I had tarot cards. It was fun to believe in something other than my faith.

I needed to know what would happen. I was a love struck teenager!

Now I’m older and think they can be fun. They aren’t meant to live your life by.

However, imagine if a person did! What an adventure.


I am a Scorpio 

6f63a6124ddfaa3f181c38b7371293c5

Scorpios concern themselves with beginnings and endings, and are unafraid of either; they also travel in a world that is black and white and has little use for gray.

I like beginnings and endings. They are beautiful. I find them fascinating. I paint my world with gray. Nothing is ever black and white.

The curiosity of Scorpios is immeasurable, which may be why they are such adept investigators. These folks love to probe and know how to get to the bottom of things. The fact that they have a keen sense of intuition certainly helps.

I am curious. I like learning new things. When I don’t know something, I do investigate. My investigative skills have helped me a time or two, and my intuition provides hunches. 

The Scorpion symbolizes Scorpio, and that is no accident. Much like the Scorpion would rather kill itself than be killed, those born under this sign are in ultimate control of their destiny. It is life on the Scorpion’s terms, too, since these folks promote their agenda (they are quite the executives) and see to it that things go forward

No, sadly I have no control over my destiny. That is all up to God. He leads my steps. Do I believe in destiny. Yes. Promoting my own agenda? Eh. When I am passionate about something. Maybe. 

Others may find this overbearing (it can be) and even self-destructive, but that’s the beauty of the Scorpio: they have tremendous regenerative powers, much like the literal Scorpion can lose its tail and promptly grow a new one. Fearless Scorpios rarely lose; they just keep on going, since they are stubborn and determined to succeed (this Scorpio trait is in keeping with the Fixed Quality assigned to this sign).

Yes, I am very stubborn, and determined. Rarely lose? Well, who is keeping track of that!!?? I can be competitive, but I am the first to admit when I suck at something. Do I keep going? Yes.

Scorpios work as hard as they do so they can someday sit back and feel satisfied with themselves. These folks are intense, passionate and filled with desire. They’re also complex and secretive, so don’t expect to get much out of them, lest they become suspicious and exit stage left. It’s best not to bet against Scorpios, either, since these folks are surprisingly resourceful.

Yes, I consider myself a hard-worker. I like to have my work done so I can sit back and relax. Do what I like doing. Writing or playing with the kids. That is the stuff I rather be doing than work. I can be pretty intense and passionate.. filled with desire. I have been told I am complex. Maybe a little secretive. Proven to be resourceful. 

Scorpio is ruled by Mars and Pluto. Mars was the God of War in ancient Roman mythology and is the first (and most ancient) ruler of Scorpio. When Pluto was discovered in the 20th century, it was also assigned to this sign. Pluto was known as the God of the Underworld in ancient Roman times, so when coupled with Mars, expect some intense energy to head toward Scorpions here on Earth. This planetary combo makes for people who are motivated, penetrating and aware. Scorpions don’t miss much, since they are highly attuned to the vibrations of others. They are intuitive, probing and very focused on knowing who’s who and what’s what. Scorpios can lose their temper (and even become vengeful) when someone gets in their way, so it’s best to give them plenty of room. Remember, they’re unafraid, and a loss today simply means an opportunity for victory tomorrow.

I don’t say much. I like to observe. Analyze. Picking up on those verbal and non-verbal cues. I don’t lose my temper easily. That is one thing I am proud of. It takes a lot to make me upset. It has to build up over a period of time before I blow up. If that happens, then look out because hello She-Hulk!

The Element associated with Scorpio is Water. As opposed to the ‘roiling seas’ seen in other Water Signs, a better motto for Scorpios would be ‘still waters run deep.’ Those born under this sign are as emotional as their waterborne brethren, it’s just that they’re not as likely to show it. The Scorpio’s emotions are repressed, kept under cover. Again, these are secrets to be used another day.

I can be emotional. Once a month. Give me chocolate. Back away. I can be emotional other times, but with reasons. If the kids do something nice. Or if I realize how fast they are growing. It can make me weapy. Again, not really secretive. Rather get it out in the open, and talk about it. 

f298ff3558cda2754173ee0d11f8aec2

these folks are clever, perceptive and always in the mix. Their ability to see into things can sometimes be a curse for Scorpios, however, since they can take an insignificant matter and turn it into a huge slight. Beware the Scorpio who feels crossed! These folks can turn vindictive in no time flat. Luckily, once Scorpios catch their breath, they will return to their usual determined and loyal (albeit strong-willed) ways.

Perceptive, yes. I am not cursed. Always in the mix. Maybe. In my family, I have a habit of getting involved in fights that aren’t my own. Sticking up for family and putting myself there beside them when they wouldn’t do that for me. After it is all said and done, it’s all for naught. If it is for my brothers– they end up back with the girl they were against. They want my help because I am the smart one, but when it’s over I’m the forgotten one. Vindictive? Nah. I don’t want revenge. I don’t hate anyone. 

Finally, while Scorpios aren’t above some subtle manipulation to get what they want, they’d much rather take a scientific, even mystical path. The Scorpio-born are powerful and passionate, qualities that serve them well, as long as they don’t let them deteriorate into self-indulgence or compulsion.

I am not keen on manipulation. Though I dare say it works with my husband to get what I want sometimes!

Scorpios love competition in both work and play, which is why they’ll air it out in sports and games. Extreme sports are right up Scorpio’s alley, as is most anything that will test their mettle. They’ve got to have an adversary, since it makes the game that much more fun.

I don’t like extreme sports. I do love boxing. Dancing. Walking. Slower placed sports that don’t involve heights, a high level of speed, and that amount of risk.

Scorpio’s colors? Powerful red and serious black.  Love black! It’s my color! Hate red.

When it comes to love, though, Scorpios soften up a bit and are caring and devoted with their lovers, even if they do hold on a bit tight. Scorpios are also lusty in the extreme (how else?), so they need to be mindful of their reproductive organs.

Yep.

88e5beb981086c39894b48089393ef96

The great strength of the Scorpio-born is in their determination, passion and motivation. Scorpios don’t know the word quit, which is why they usually get the job done. A powerhouse? Like no other.

Usually motivated. Determined. Passionate. 


To sum it up– parts of my zodiac fit while others do not. All of the sites said some of the same general things I have here, and some different.

I do not think we were meant to fit our zodiac signs perfectly. If we did, we would all be alike. God never wanted us to be alike.

What fun would that be?

We were all born to be different. To make a difference in the world somehow.

We all make a difference in some way. Whether we realize it or not. We leave our footprints. 

 

 

 

Posted in Poetry

A Poem Nanny Wrote

I write so much about my grandmother. I thought you’d like to hear from my grandmother.

One of her poems. She didn’t title them–

As I reach and get my Bible
and sat while to rest
I open up the pages
and Oh, how I am blessed

It tells me how he loves me
and how happy I can be
and that there is nothing
he can’t do for me

and so I stop to wander
and looked across the way
I saw the trees bent with beauty
of what he sent that day

God sends the snow
and it is beautiful-
just like Heaven is going to be

I watch the birds feeding
on the snow covered ground
how we love to feed them
and watch them fly around

God says he takes care of the little birds,
and how much more precious are we

sometimes I get lonesome
since all my girls are gone
but then he tells me he is here
and then I calm right down

He is always here when I need him
me and dad are all alone now
but God is watching us
He wants to save Dad
but something is wrong

I am sure God will keep waiting
If he sees any hope at all
Cause he just won’t give up
until he got us all

The love of God is in my heart
he comes first in everything
so because of him
My love reaches out to rescue all I can
I love my children
Because God gave me them

I pray each day and night
that they may see the light.
And come to know the Savior
and then I know everything will be alright

I love the church where I found God
and all of his people too
and thanks be to God
for every one of you

© N. Elliott

When I first read her poem, I could hear her voice in it. Brought tears to my eyes from missing her so much.

Poetry should speak to us in this way. Make us feel things. Happiness. Sadness. Grief.

*My grandmother prayed for my grandfather to find peace with God, but he did not take the Lord as his Savior until he was on his deathbed in 1984. Black-lung took my grandfather. That is what she is speaking of in her poem.

Thanks for reading!

Lynne

 

 

Posted in Life

Bad Experiences

Bad experiences stick with you. 

Last week, I had a terrible experience. I know it shouldn’t in any way influence how I feel at this moment, but when I have a bad experience with people I feel let down. Like they should have been nicer. Or more helpful.

When I go out, I try to be helpful. I open doors for people. I say, “Hello. Have a good day, etc.”

I think of how I would act in any given situation. If it were me behind the counter. Or on the other end of the phone. I try to have respect, and courtesy.

The whole ordeal started over my son’s medication. The problem— he was quickly running out. So I called his doctor’s office with NO return phone call.

The next day I called, again. I talked to the same person. She took the message, but still NO return phone call. Communication in this office is non-existent. I hate it, but the doctor is excellent.

The next day I called, again! We tracked him down to another office on Thursdays. A half an hour away, but he would be in according to the other office.

My son would be out of medication that morning. Okay. Called over that morning. Not in until after lunch.

I waited patiently. Offices have lunch anywhere between 12 and 1. He didn’t come in until 1:30.

I told the not-so-friendly healthcare professional I was on the way. My son was out of medication and I would need to try to get home because my kids had no one to retrieve them from the bus. He usually writes the script, and we leave.

I stressed this situation was NOT my fault. We scheduled the appointment when we were told, I had no idea his medication would run out before our appointment.

He can’t go to school without it. He cannot focus. Can’t control his impulses. It’s difficult for him.

“I will leave a message. He might be able to do that for you. But I can’t guarantee it will be right when you come in.” She screeched in my ear.

I told her I could wait. How long does it really take to print something. Honestly?

When your kid is out of the medication they need, it is pretty damn important they receive it.  I was getting his freaking medicine.

So I get there right after lunch. Walk right up to the window to this smug “healthcare professional.” I do everything I possibly can to be nice to her. Feed her compliments on her jewelry.

I know… I know.. I did need something, but it was a sincere compliment.

Little did I know behind her smile, she was going to be a bitch. She was just going to go about it in a nice way. Telling me to screw off as nicely as possible.

I relayed to her the situation. Told her the other office sent me there for the script. Asked if she needed to see my ID since that was an issue at the other office. She said it wasn’t a problem because she already made up her mind she wasn’t helping me.

“Hmm. Well, the doctor is booked. I don’t know you could sit here and TRY to catch him, but I can’t guarantee that he would have time for you. I could take your number, and he could call you?

“Your son doesn’t have his medication. Yeah, I do see where that could be a problem, but it’s ONLY for a few days. I do see he has an appointment on Monday. You could catch him then.”

She looks up at me from her cushy chair. Of course, she doesn’t want to do anything. She is stuffed from lunch. It is a beautiful day. Who wants to do any work, right? Who wants to actually help someone who needs it!

I probably looked like a bum because I ran out last minute. I didn’t care what my hair looked like. Or my make-up. I threw on a hoodie, and some old jeans. My kid needed my help! How I looked–should not have mattered. If that was the case?  She should have done something!

We basically had a stare down, and finally  “I don’t know what to tell you” came. I was so mad. Becoming red in the face really isn’t my thing, but it was today. I wanted to throw her in the fountain in the lobby. Mentally, I did.

I left deflated. I called my husband. Telling him I couldn’t see or talk to the doctor. They told me I couldn’t. Absolute bullshit.

He called the other office. My husband is the problem-solver. I don’t know what he says, but he manages to fix things.  I am too nice.  I don’t usually swear. I can defend myself when I need to, but I don’t like conflict. I tend to avoid it.

When he called back, he had it resolved. The lady from the other office, who never returned my phone call from Monday, called the doctor’s cell phone, and said he was printing them now.

They were upset with how I was treated. Script was ready. Problem-solved!

All I had to do was walk back up the stairs to retrieve the script. Easy enough. I decided I wasn’t going to take any shit.

I walked up the stairs. Avoiding the fountain. Still frustrated to deal with these people. I walk up to the nurses station asking for my son’s script. Avoiding the first “healthcare professional.”

I walk way over to the third one, she doesn’t have it. She asks someone else if they have it, and they don’t. The first one chimes in with her smart mouth. Defensively, I have to relay what I have been told. They have called his cellphone. Now she shuts up.

They can’t find the script. So they have to disturb the doctor “who is really busy.” Except he isn’t. She lied to me.

He comes out of the room because the script didn’t print. I apologize profusely for the mix-up.  You can tell he is upset.

The office is total chaos. I wouldn’t want to work here. They are a bunch of cackling hens.

She asks me if I have my ID. I replay my earlier conversation with the first “healthcare professional” because now my purse is in the car. I don’t have it.

She denies we ever had the conversation. I am now a liar, too. Except there is only one real liar here. 

They don’t want to give me the script. However, my son’s doctor– my hero–comes around the corner handing me the script. I leave letting them battling it out.

I left worried my son’s doctor would be mad at me. I didn’t care about the women in the office. Though when we went to see him this past Monday, he wasn’t mad at us at all. He said I had to do what was best for my son, and whatever it takes. That was a relief! 

Sometimes I find it is hard to do the right thing when everyone else seems to be doing wrong. I could have easily been as rude to her as she was to me. I could have cussed her out. I could have told them she was lying about what she said about me so maybe she got into trouble.

But I find it’s not worth it. What good does it do? How does it make me any different than they are? I don’t want to act like that.

I want to help people. If someone needed their medication, I would help them. I know what it is like to be without, and it stinks.

I don’t understand why a “healthcare professional” would act in such a way.  Isn’t that why they choose their profession? To help people?

If you have a job you love, it isn’t a job. If you hate your job so much, why are you there? It isn’t fair to make other people suffer because you hate your job. 

In the end, I can say I responded in a positive way. I was not rude to any of them. I was patient. I was nice. I didn’t lose my cool. Or throw anyone into fountains.

I apologized to my son’s doctor for the inconvenience, which wasn’t our fault, and he understood. Better than I thought he would. I worried for nothing.

I think when we are put into these situations though they are stressful they help us grow as a person. I might have flipped out before, and I might have felt better because I vented. But I would have felt horrible on the inside for it. I have grown since then, and I continue to grow.

I think we can help other people grow too in how we respond to them.  If we don’t respond to them with the same criticism and negativity, maybe we can teach them something about being human.

We don’t have to be mean and ignorant like they are. We can be different!

 

“Never respond to an angry person with a fiery comeback, even if he deserves it…Don’t allow his anger to become your anger.”

Bohdi Sanders

Posted in Music

Ah Ha! Good Tune!

I have been trying to find this song for weeks! Today it comes on!

I think it’s a good song! Give it a listen! See what you think?

The Tallest Man on Earth- The Dreamer

I’m just a dreamer but I’m hanging on
Though I am nothing big to offer
I watch the birds, how they dive in then gone
It’s like nothing in this world’s ever still

And I’m just a shadow of your thoughts in me
But sun is setting, shadows growing
A long cast figure will turn into night
It’s like nothing in this world ever sleeps

Oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird
And why can’t that always be
Tossing aside from your birches crown
Just enough dark to see
How you’re the light over me