A Penny For My Thoughts

A Penny For My Thoughts

At one time I did not go on the internet and I had no real desire to be a part of the World Wide Web.  The Web has started to become a requirement like a telephone.  They also have acknowledged that it is going to only get bigger.  I started thinking about getting myself a laptop. 

When I quit smoking 14 months ago I had seen one for a price I could afford and I purchased it.  A couple of weeks later I was on line and loving it. 

I was having some health issues and I also learned what it is to turn 50; the suggested health care requirements:  all from searching the web. 

In October my daughter signed me on to Facebook.  I have been loving all of this the whole time.  Then I found Google.  I have some good stuff going on there.  Then I found the blog. 

I have heard about blogs especially for the business world.  So I have some hopes and dreams and developing blog skills and having a blog will be a super asset to these goals. 

So far I am doing really well (I have to take a break for a couple of days) and I have been enjoying it. 

My writing is starting to improve and this really is just what I needed. 

You here a lot of negative about sites . But if you look in the right places there is a lot of really positive good stuff also.

I am apologizing for my submission being a day late.  I am hoping that I may be excused.

Daily Prompt; Weekly Challenge: I Had a Neighbour Named Frank

FreindsI once had a neighbour whose name was Frank.
Frank was somewhat built like a tank and he had a roommate named Hank; that was of nothing but lank. So as it looks Frank has some rank over Hank.
When Frank and Hank would sit together in the backyard where they drank Hank would pull a prank on Frank.
Well as you can imagine tank size Frank would give Hank a yank.
Hank would look up at Frank; looking quite blank. As if to say, “what?”, to put it quite frank.
But it didn’t stop there. Even after Hank robbed the local bank and had Frank put in the tank.
Now Hank was alone and sitting where they both drank; feeling the loss of Frank. So he brought Frank a plank and this is where they both sank; trying breaking Frank out of the tank. Everyone in the tank heard the clank.
Too bad for Frank and his roommate Hank.

My Worst Day Dressed

This sounds a little strange and in a way it is. I am a victim of the bad hair day syndrome. When I am in this state the day seems dismal and desolate, my energy is blah, and in appearance I look as I feel which is somewhat gross.
What in the world am I going to do with my totally unmanageable hair? In reviewing my closet it will take something with comfort and add some style. I have just recently become aware of how well I don’t do with dressing myself while I am in this state.
Presently I am unemployed and I mostly walk to everywhere I am going and on this day I had a doctor’s appointment. I have gotten to dress and do my hair in such a way that I have an “environmentally friendly” experience while I am outdoors.
This is done by wash and wear. Once it is dry I give it 100 strokes and then give it some style by running my finger through it to make it go back and then I put it lightly behind my ears.
I chose to wear my button fly Levi’s, a grey Reebok sweet shirt with a brown spandex camisole underneath. The camisole was long enough that I pulled it down and it showed as a layer below my sweat shirt. I then put a LA Blues waist length blue jean jacket. For my makeup I applied some foundation, powder, blush, eye shadow, liner, mascara, and some lip gloss. I wore some silver coloured metal rose earrings with a little silver balls for the second holes. I wore my watch which has a 1 1\2″ face with my friendship bracelets, and last but not least my heart-shaped morganite stone 14k ring. I also always wore a belt in my Levi belt loops that is brown and 2″ wide with a plane buckle. Lastly I sprayed on my Ester Lauder Pleasure perfume.
When I looked in the mirror I knew I looked like a bum. But in all honesty I felt like a million bucks with that camisole hugging my thighs (latest trend) that I have spent the last year exercising.
I wore it a couple of times this past winter; boosting a false confidence at first and then getting back into reality.
I am not a trend person; I do my own thing. So I found that it matched the rest of my syndrome; insane.

“The secret to success is success.”

“The secret to success is success.”

I just wrote this this morning.  It may have been quoted before; it is pretty simple.  I have gained a lot of ground to know what all of the road blocks are.  I feel that it is a part of my starting to feel successful and the many quotes I have read over this past year to be able to put it together like this.  No need to applaud!lol

Daily Prompt: My Funniest Relationship Disaster

A Rose for A Kiss

When I met my guy I was five years sober; clean and serene.  For four years we had our routines and things flowed along really well.  Then one day I picked up a drink after nine years of plugging the demons.  The next day I was laying on the couch when Wayne came up to me.  I thought oh no and then my insides twisted.  He was staying with my eyes, he was understanding, and somewhat tip-toeing.  I can be defensive over blame and flak.  He was understanding and later I let him know that I was sorry; that my goal was to get sober again.  This is not an easy task for me.  Well as it turns out Wayne has a taste for alcohol also, which I had seen in him when I met him.  For a little over three years we were on a road trip and had enough laughs at getting sober again to probably write a book.  One of the funniest was when Wayne started trying to woo me into sobriety because we couldn’t afford for us both to drink.  We both still get a laugh out of it.  The disaster in all of this was our daily life being disrupted by these glutinous demons that were drinking away our livelihood, and our health. 

Daily Prompt: My “Sea Food Diet”

My see food diet sets my mind adrift every time I am wading around food or floating past a shop.  The after season candy clear out discounts send me adrift to receive the wave of savings.  While I am docked at home the underwater currents keep my mind whirling.  My stomach growls like the gusting winds of a full force gale.  This obsession, compulsion, or addiction is as relentless as the waves from a hurricane that are crashing into the land day after day.  It sets out to destroy my heart and soul and leave my body a huge mass of destroyed flesh that is “all washed up” and displayed for others to have thoughts and indignities.  Meditation is my first sight of land ahoy.  The calm tranquil ease sooths my mind, body, and soul.  The waves freeze in time; waiting for their next opportunity to strike.  The calming of the sea’s is a beginning freedom in our redemption.  It is a good thing that I have learned how to swim.  I am going to have to thank the lifesavers who have taught me so well how to tread these waters.

The Daily Prompt: When Will I Be Loved?

It all started one bright sunny warm spring morning when I looked up at God and said, “I would like to go to university”.  Being a six year old child I knew that my life was not ready for me to become anything more that the family scapegoat; stepping stone.  Since that day the “dark clouds” kept rolling in.  I have had a journey of losses and gains.  I have cried and I have laughed and I have never lost my desire to go to university.  “The most incredible thing about miracles is that they happen.”  [Gilbert Chesterton (1874-1936)].  So here I am with my pocket full of dreams and a rainbow of fairness.  My dream so far has blossomed into two years of university for sociology.  Afterwards I am looking to “break” into the market of journalism.  They say that the competition is fierce and I find that it all gets blamed on Hollywood.  I’ve done my homework and it takes perseverance to be on top with the best.  This is what make me dream a reality.  Not to just sell my writing but to be really good at it.  So people won’t just read the same old facts in a boring composition, but to dazzle my readers.  Then when they see my name in the by line they will read further.  I will become notable and respected by my circle of peers. I am only a short distance away from it and I am ready! 

My Chamber

My Chamber

It has always been suggested that we take some time to rest to take that load off.  I am just reaching to practice this.  I have quit smoking and for the past 14 months I have kept really busy to keep myself from thinking of a smoke.  Now I am starting to unwind and really stop the winding from latching on with some meditation music in the background of my aura.  I have also achieved the ability to let go of stresses as I go through my day; self help is a blessing.  What I need to do now is get it to be a part of my daily routine.  At night I like to find a couple shows or a good movie to watch; put my feet up and let the couch support my weight including my head. I can feel the release from that heavy load wearing and tearing as much on my physical existence as it does on my soul.  This release is so big that it has proven to me how important it is to take a break.  My chamber reverses the affecting stresses and physical heaviness in my world. 


My fight with “The Man” isn’t finalized yet but it is obvious that I am the winner.  My rights have always been taken from me by my parents and my older brother.  I went from this kind of home to domestic violence.  It was when I left the domestic violence that my life literally became a nightmare.  My daughter and I were at a family amusement center when all of a sudden a man that we didn’t know had grabbed her by the back of the head then he looked at me and said, “you want to leave”, and then he proceeded to smack her head off of a pole.  She was four years old at the time.  The man was in shock at his actions, he had been just standing there and then all of a sudden.  I knew that it was because of my daughters father and my own family that this man had done what he did.  When I reported to the police that my privacy was violated (how they see you coming) and that I wanted it stopped.  The officer looked up at me and with defeat and pain in his eyes I knew that it was beyond his control to help me.  I turned to my daughter and said, “come on let’s go”.  When I got to the door I turned and noticed that the cop had a vex welling up inside of him and all of a sudden he rose and started walking towards me and when he reached me he grabbed me from behind and said, “you are under arrest”.  I knew that I had done nothing wrong  and the only thing I said was that my privacy was violated and that I wanted it stopped.  I had not even mentioned the “unspoken”.  Out of instinct I tried to knock him off of me.  I knew I didn’t want to wrestle with him because it was circumstance and then the next thing I remember I was on the floor with him holding me down (I was not resisting) and two other back up cops arriving.  The one back up cop that I had talked to a few months earlier had called my dad (this is how he new that this arrest was ritual abuse because I was 29 not a minor) and my family doctor.  They brought me into the interrogation room and I was standing with my hands cuffed behind my back.  The other cop from back up grabbed me by the back of the head and said, “put your head down, put your head down”, and he was trying to force my head down.  I couldn’t hold it off anymore so I let go and my head smacked off the desk.  Next they brought me out to the reception area and my family doctor was there and he said that I was a paranoid schizophrenic.  I thought what???, I am not paranoid.  Then they put me on a 72hr form.  I had sensed before I went that it wasn’t going to have a very positive result but I was not expecting what had happened.  This sullying did get worse but today my doctor and these police officers know that my older brother is the one who is paranoid and him along with my parents, my daughter father (who has been in prison for 16yrs), and a few others are in the process of being incriminated. One of my grade school teachers had taught us “the devil is powerful but God is almighty”. This has always stuck with me; it has been a light in my life and sure feels good to win.