Here we are again. Thanks to these posts from Danny at dreambigdreamoften.co I have met a lot of new people and interesting blogs.
Category: Bladder cancer
Daily Post:Panoply
Everyone wears armor every day. It may not be the kind you see, such as a knight’s shining metal suit, or ancient warriors’ painted with bright colors to intimidate their enemies. It might be a bowed head, not wanting to be confronted by strangers, or a spiteful look on a child’s face who knows he’s in trouble. There are some who have a tattered cardboard box to shield them from the outside world. Sideways glances and nervous laughter among girls and macho rude remarks by boys are teenage armor. Teachers arm themselves by sitting at their desk, pretending to read and ignoring their students. The office worker who darts into the coffee bar when the manager walks by you might think is retreating, but just using his own form of shield. You don’t need a sword or gun to be armed. We have built in suits we wear each day.
Stream of Conscious Saturday – Sh
I know what you’re thinking, at least it’s what first entered my mind……nah, just joshing you. Shh is a word that will most definitely be used by me tonight and tomorrow. I’m having my two youngest grandsons for the night. You could call me a pressure cooker lid, because sometimes raising boys (sorry, guys) can be frustrating. I’m just happy to be here, seriously, to help the situation. I very much enjoy having my grandchildren stay with me anytime. It’s like Danny over at Dream Big Dream Often writes: “it helps me, it helps you…..”
Having made that perfectly clear, back to the shh word. Both boys love movies as I do, but feel like expressing it frequently, during the movie. And football? The youngest likes to repeat every play just so I understand what’s happening, which I do. The older one, at thirteen, has ambitions to become a sports caster, so I’ll let you figure that one out. I think the word shh might just come up a few times. Have a fun weekend!
https://lindaghill.com/2016/12/02/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-316/
Daily Post: Â Construct
This might have been me, forty years ago,😂
Starting right off with a confession. I’m not a good cook, in the old days maybe, but now I’m far too impatient. I turn on my now electric burner. (I prefer gas) to at least medium because I’m used to instant availability after using gas for centuries. Then I use a little butter, or nothing, put in a flour tortilla, slide it around a bit in the melted butter, whip it out and put in another tortilla. Then I add already shredded cheese (said I was impatient) and whatever else I like or have at the time, such as cooked chicken, tomatoes, onions, etc.. Slap on the other tortilla, and cover to melt the cheese. Do I turn the heat down? Of course not. Sitting and waiting is a necessary part of my life, especially the sitting part. But doing it patiently, not so much.
If I have salsa I like to dip the tortilla in it. If not, my favorite is avocado and fresh tomato chopped together for a dip. I just add a little salt and pepper. Sharpened the knife and began cutting up the condiments. You know what’s coming next…checked on the tortilla, bottom a little overdone, okay, charred. Optimist that I am, turned it over, left it in the pan, and took the pan off the burner; (another dislike of electric burners, you can’t have instant off and on heat). Mixed up the avocado and tomato in a small bowl and flipped the tortilla beside it on the plate. Yes, it was burned on half of one side. So I cut that part off and the melted cheese was okay. Did I mention I hate throwing things away? Salvaged, I had my dinner completed.
Now if we’re talking constructing something like chicken and dumplings, beef stew, macaroni and cheese, meatballs, stuffed pork chops, or French dip, I’m your woman.
Bra Shopping Can Be Fun(ny)
I was reading a blog post by Gastradamus.wordpress.com about using a handicapped bathroom. I had to comment, but decided to write it here instead.
Bathrooms are usually accommodating but the real problem for people like me in a chair, are dressing rooms.
When you have a minute, get in a wheelchair, take a bra and go into a regular sized dressing room. The chair won’t fit in the door, so you’re stuck half way in. If you’re as lucky as I am, you have movement in your arms, but fasten a bra in the front and slide it around to pull up the straps. Getting the original bra you’re wearing off and then trying to get another one on, while banging your arms on the side of the chair and sides of the dressing room doorway is a feat. All the while trying to keep your shirt over your nude top so you’re not visible to all the customers is hilarious. Top it off with no air conditioning so you start to sweat and that makes it more difficult to get things on and off. Slipping a nylon bra around on damp skin is hard! I usually have my daughter nearby in case I need help, but she was elsewhere in the store. I’m not used to undressing in front of strangers, but would have asked an attendant to help if one existed. I finally gave up, hot and embarrassed, I came out of the dressing room area to find my daughter. She asked how did it fit? I said I’m never doing that again!
Needless to say I was done shopping for the day. I never feel more disabled than in a situation like that. And the bathroom thing? Kids are usually the ones taking the handicapped stalls, but that doesn’t bother me. One good thing about the urostomy, I can wait!😂
Able bodied people taking handicapped parking spaces really sets off my kids. Partly because they have to wheel me inside from the car. Unless a bigger vehicle is used, the regular wheelchair I roll myself is too large.
One night my grandson and I went to a movie in the mall. When it was over the doors to where we parked were locked. Both having a sense of humor, we laughed as he ran me all the way around the mall parking lot to his car. It was practically deserted and a mall guard drove by us, but never checked us out. Guess we looked like we were okay.
I’m not writing this to admonish anyone who uses a parking space or bathroom that’s marked for the handicapped. I hope you get a laugh out of the bra situation. My grandson thinks it’s hilarious to fly me around in the wheelchair, so no worries there. I’ve said before, life is funny if you let it be.
Some Movie 😊s
I preface this with “you know I’m a grandmother and I love movies”. I attend movies with family, either my daughter and girls, or my grandson. Superhero movies are a favorite, but just saw “Arrival” and even the 17 year old loved it. I recommend it. Having a granddaughter who idolizes Benedict Cumberbatch, “Dr. Strange” was a must see for the girls. Even the ten year old liked it. The effects amazing, need to watch it again. I was surprised at how well BC fit into this role.
As far as the little ones go, we saw “Zootopia” a while ago, and I cannot say enough good things about it. When it came out in March, the message of the movie was spot on. If you need a gift for any age who likes movies, this is it. “The Secret Life of Pets” was well liked by the little ones, but as an adult, I found it uninteresting and long in parts.
A (true story) “Deepwater Horizon” is very good, but must be seen in a theater. Accompanied by two teenage boys, we all felt drained after this action packed movie. “Girl on a Train” I was looking forward to, since another granddaughter read the book in one night and loved it. I didn’t like it at all, thought the first half was confusing. I feel it was not worth the money, and could easily be seen on DVD.
These are only my opinions, and hope they’ll be taken as such. As ever, my writing means no offense to anyone, except maybe T, oh-oh, did I just write that? My bad.
Hey, I’d make a great one! 😂
Along with the various sex, do you want it, or want to give it, the friend requests from FB who only admit they’re male- actually one did say his main interest was women-you have to admire honesty, and daily sales and donation emails, along comes this one.
I’ve written about the “get laid immediately” mail, which I keep getting, btw, but that’s another story. The above ad has some possibilities……who would ever suspect an old woman in a wheelchair of being a crime investigator? I think this career might just be what I’ve been waiting for! I do seek the truth in situations, I tend to size up a person by their expressions, and actually love to analyze character in people. Surveying the crime scene might prove a bit difficult, but that’s what the uniformed guys are for. I would be among the elite, plainclothes personnel. You know, the ones who give orders to the “lesser” employees? The more I think about it……
One word
She woke with an overwhelming feeling of sadness. One word is all she needs for the answer. Are you okay?
Daily Prompt: Â Echo
Love, again. Everything I think of writing comes down to that small four letter word. And it is a “four letter word”, most definitely. If you’re a.)”I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love…with a wonderful guy”, it can be the largest word you’ve ever heard. If you b.)”can’t help falling in love”, you’d better grab that Mary Poppins umbrella just in case. If someone says c.)”love it or leave it” it becomes a dangerous word and serves as a warning.
d.)”Do you love me” may be the most desperate way to say it, and if the answer is not yes, e.)”you’ve lost that lovin’ feeling”. You then might demand f.)”give me some lovin’ “, or in a sweeter way tell them you will g.)”make you feel my love”.
h.)”The thing about love” is that i.)”love is blind” to all but the surfeited. But you should never give up because you might find j.)”I’m in love again”, k.)”when love comes to town”.
The happy and sad part of it is that if the stars decide to shine upon you, love will be the never ending echo in your life.
Song references:
A. Mitzi Gaynor
B. Elvis Presley
C. Ray Manzarek
D. The Beatles
E. Righteous Brothers
F. The Blues Brothers
G. Adele
H. Alicia Keyes
I. Eve
J. The Animals
K. U2
This is one of my favorites:
Photo Fiction-66 Failure!
I tried to pare the story into 300 words, but my original version was 375. Sorry, I failed, but chopping it further just didn’t work.
https://whatthehellisreal.wordpress.com/2016/12/01/photo-fiction-66/
Curiosity was not his strong point, according to his mom. Always asking questions, wanting to know how everything worked, just a bother to her. Frequently he made up his own answers. He was playing quietly with his companion, a beautiful Wolf-German Shepard mix, named Ragnar.
“You guys should be asleep by now, turn off the light”! There was no light on. Moonbeams in the window seemed extra bright. He rested his arms on the sill. The summer night was inviting. Ragnar put his nose on the sill also, the ever present sidekick. Charlie grabbed his shoes, and he and his best friend were on a quest. For what, he didn’t know yet.
They wandered down to the lake. An old fishing boat barely able to float for a full half hour, was the beginning of many adventures. They slipped into the rowboat and drifted into the quietness of the water. Charlie always kept a long pole there, since the oars were long gone. Ragnar started a slow, low growl. “What’s up, buddy?” Ragnar growled louder, a whine filled bark at the end. Charlie thought maybe a deer or wolf had sparked his friend’s attention. Then the moon became brighter than he’d ever seen. Ragnar barked louder, moving in front of Charlie as if to protect him.
Both boy and animal looked up. It was not the moon after all. It was a huge set of bright lights, covering every inch of the sky. Charlie’s heart was racing, so excited and scared at the same instant. Ragnar didn’t stop barking, warning the intruder, defending his master. For a brief moment, Charlie thought, at last, a real adventure. He sank down and hugged Ragnar.
As quickly as he noticed the object, it disappeared. The sky darkened and he and Ragnar were alone. He rubbed and strained his eyes to see it again. But only the familiar trees surrounding the lake were visible.
“Mom’s never gonna believe this one…”.
http://allaboutwriting.net/2016/12/01/photo-fiction-66-random_michelle/
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