Writer’s Workshop – August 15


Oh yes, I’m back on the Workshop bandwagon! Go link up with Mama Kat here:

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and come join the fun! 

This Week’s Writing Prompts for Thursday 08/15

1.) 10 Things to Smile About (inspired by Things I Can’t Say)
2.) Tell us about a time you wanted to punch someone in the face.
3.) What were you blogging about last year at this time? What has changed?
4.) Share the story behind your current Facebook and/or Twitter profile photo.
5.) Bake something yummy and share the recipe!

 

So for this week, I’ve chosen number 4 – the story behind my current Facebook profile photo. Here’s the photo so you don’t have to go find it:

IMG_0805I do have it cropped down to just our faces in the other one… but I just love this picture. This is my “significant other”. My soul-mate, best friend, and love of my life. He has helped me understand that life is meant to be lived not watched from the sidelines. He has helped me to remember that 40 something is not old.

This was a trip we took to Triple & High Falls, it’s one of the locations used to film the movie The Hunger Games. We made the trip so that my son’s girlfriend could experience North Carolina in all it’s glory. I may be prejudiced – but I happen to think my little corner of the world is one of the most beautiful places there is.  We had a great day hiking and enjoying just being out together.

I’m so glad that we were able to get out and do this before my back started acting up, this was about a 5 mile day – my back would not like that very much.

So – that’s the explanation of my current FB profile photo, share your own post and don’t forget to link up!

 

Writers Workshop – May 9


Thursday again already… which means it’s time again for Mama Kat’s Pretty Much World Famous Writers Workshop!

Mama’s Losin’ ItIt’s not too late to join the fun either – come on by!

So this weeks writing prompts are:

1.) Your top 10 favorite YouTube channels.
2.) A long drive…
3.) Describe a talent of flaw that seems to be in your genes.
4.) When you first discovered the internet, what sites did you frequent most?
5.) Tell us what (or who) you’re crushing on.

I’ve chosen prompt number 2… A long drive… Because – I took one the other day, and reinforced the lesson that you absolutely cannot always trust your GPS.

I know that I’ve been away from these mountains for 10 years… I do. I also know that certain things stick in your memory forever; like how to get to a relatives house…

A couple of weekends ago we decided to take the trek up the mountain to my Aunt’s place. It takes about an hour… It is a beautiful trip through very lush forest and some of the most breathtaking views you’ll ever see. And, bonus? It’s all paved roads…

Well, when we go, we go big so not only did R & I go… but so did Jon and R’s sister… PLUS R’s daughter K and her boyfriend C.

Two cars… it’s not a bad drive and kind of fun. Usually… fun, that is..  until your GPS decides that paved roads are for the weak and simple… you must take the road less travelled… in this case a partly flooded “camp road” that cuts through a mountain pass instead of going up and over. The reason it’s not paved? Well, in most places its not wide enough for two cars, and there is not really any room to  make it any wider what with the drop offs and such…

While I love a great scenic drive… taking 30 extra minutes to drive the route to see nothing but forest floor and dirt clouds… just not my idea of scenic…

Also – driving a Challenger over this terrain is always an interesting prospect – made even more so by the aforementioned dirt clouds and partial flooding… less than 2 hours after washing said Challenger.

We did however spend the entire trip down this forsaken track laughing and joking and cutting up. It was worth the time spent just enjoying the company of those around me. Anytime I can do that, it’s a good day.

How about you? What’s a great “long drive” story?

Writers Workshop May 2


Wow, May already! I spent so much time focusing on the A-Z Challenge last month that I didn’t even notice the entire thing just slip away!

So… here were on Thursday – linking up with Mama Kat, for her “Pretty Much World Famous”  writers workshop!

You might think about joining the fun yourself – there is still plenty of time! Hop on over here:

 

Mama’s Losin’ ItOk, so this weeks prompts were:

1.) How old were you? Share one of the first news stories you remember caring about.
2.) Write a list of things you would have done differently online, know what you now know about blogging and social media.
3.) Chances are you’ve heard of the Reasons My Son Is Crying tumblr page…write your own version.
4.) Share something that makes you laugh.
5.) Refreshments anyone? Prepare a drink for us and share the recipe!

 

I chose 1. How old were you?

The first news story I truly remember caring about broke on my mother’s birthday; January 28, 1986. I remember it very, very well.

You see, my mom’s sister G and her husband D worked for Allied Bendix Corporation… they held the contract to do all of the tracking of space missions. They were there that day. They lived in Sanford, just a few miles from Kennedy Space Center.

I had heard the hype leading up to the mission, and was looking forward to seeing the first “Teacher in Space” right along with the rest of the world. I still have copies of the newspapers from both my home town in Fort Myers, and the ones my aunt saved from Sanford too.

Living in Florida it really was devastating to us; and knowing someone who worked on the mission… that was even more so. I have followed the news to this day about the mission. Including the conspiracy theories. (Yes, believe it or not – there are some)

I sat in the gymnasium at my school… and watched on what served as a “big screen” in 1986… as tragedy unfolded. I heard my science teacher remark “That’s not okay” when the solid rocket booster exploded… and I remember when I stopped remembering the events of the day… because they were too painful.

Growing up the coolest thing ever at school was “Show & Tell” day… of course this eventually evolved into reports about things… but I always got to bring things my Aunt G had sent me from other countries. Usually, they were ornate dolls dressed in the traditional clothing of their country of origin.  Because she traveled so much, I own several Korean dolls in various traditional dress, including Wedding Dolls. I own a chunk of the Jerusalem wall said to be constructed of sand and egg whites; also a very ornately carved wooden camel.

I had lots of cool stories to tell because each item always came with a handwritten note from my aunt, explaining where they came from, what they were made of, the significance of the clothing; or in the case of the amazingly carved bamboo scenes how long it took to hand carve…

Everything she did was amazing and cool to me, so it was only natural that I wanted to work for NASA and become an astronaut. I wanted it with everything I had. But then, I got pregnant young, and didn’t think that dragging a baby through all of that would be appropriate.

So… yeah, Challenger is the first news story that I truly remember affecting me.

Join the fun! Follow the link above and post your favorite of the prompts.

 

 

Writers Workshop – February 7, 2013


Mama’s Losin’ It

 

Yep, it’s that time again to join the Writers Workshop with Mama Kat!

This week I have chosen the prompt Inspired by Pintrest. 

Yes, I have gotten on the Pinterest band wagon. I love, love, love the site and spend hours just clicking and pinning. Everything from inspiring quotes to awesome nail art…  I am a Pinterest junkie. So it should be no surprise that I chose this prompt.

My youngest daughter, Jackie, is an aspiring cosmetologist. She wants to get into all forms of hair and nail art. As such, she loves, loves, loves to paint our nails. Imagine how wonderful it is to have this budding artist in my house! I go get my nails done, and she paints them and makes them beautiful!!!  Here are some examples of our “Inspired by Pinterest” nails!

Sparkly Purple

Sparkly Purple

Black and Chromes

Black and Chromes

Take Me To The Sea Teal

Take Me To The Sea Teal

I Love You Purple

I Love You Purple

Sparkle Sunset

Sparkle Sunset

Tuxedo Style

Tuxedo Style

Writers Workshop December 27, 2012


Wow – this will be the last of the workshops for this year! Imagine that! Anyway, as you all know (or maybe you don’t so I will tell you), I participate in Mama Kat’s pretty much world famous writers workshop every Thursday. If you would like to join in just click the button below and link up your post on her site. It is pretty awesome.

Mama’s Losin’ ItThe prompt I chose this week: Share a favorite holiday inspired recipe.

When I was growing  up we used to go to my Dad’s parents house on Christmas Eve for a huge celebration and feast – and I do mean huge, with four kids, and their friends, my family, and others who joined in we always had a lot of folks celebrating with us. It is still a tradition among the family today.  One of the things I have carried with me all these years is a recipe passed down by my great-grandmother Mimi.

Mimi, Grandma Ruby, Daddy, and me!

Mimi, Grandma Ruby, Daddy, and me!

She was 107 when she passed away. Amazing – my grandmother Ruby just turned 90 this year. I guess I’ve got a long life ahead 😉

Anyway, my favorite food at every family dinner of holiday proportions was Mimi’s Cranberry Relish. By far it’s the easiest thing on my menu every year, but everyone seems to enjoy it! So for you all to enjoy, here’s great-grandma’s recipe.

What you need:

2 sm. bags cranberries

2 red apples (medium to large)

2 navel oranges (medium to large, and yes they must be navels)

2 c. granulated sugar (more or less, depending on how sweet/tart you wish – play with it because everyone is different)

Core and cut apples (leave skins on), peel and separate oranges. In a food processor combine all fruit using the shred tool (you want it to be finely chopped). Remove to bowl and add sugar to taste. Chill for at least an hour before serving.

And there you have it – simple, yet so very tasty!

Happy Thursday!

 

Writers Workshop – December 20, 2012


So yeah, I’m back on the bandwagon and participating in  MamaKat’s pretty much world famous writers workshop. If you want to join in head on over there and grab a prompt!

 

 

Mama’s Losin’ It 

This week I chose the prompt Share a favorite Christmas Memory. 

 

 

 

When I was young, we always had huge Christmases.  My Aunt and Uncle would always come to our house in Tennessee from North Carolina bringing my cousins with them. They usually arrived a couple of days before the big day in order to spend plenty of time with the family. Of course there were plenty of cookies, cakes, candies, and other treats to be had as my grandmother (who lived right next door to us, conveniently) loved to make sure her grandchildren were thoroughly spoiled during the holidays.

 

One year in particular, I believe I was six or seven, the adults all gathered in our living room to put together the “Santa” gifts. Of course, there was alcohol involved – rum spiked eggnog and some Budweiser for the guys… I remember laying in my bed and being awakened by the sound of laughter from the living room. As any young child would do I assumed that my parents were partying with Santa and I was missing out… so I crept from my bed and hurried to the door, determined to catch the big guy in the act of depositing gifts under the tree with my delighted parents offering up the carefully placed cookies and milk and laughing gleefully at his carefully chosen gifts. I quietly opened my door just a crack and peeked out to see… my wonderful Aunt peeking back at me! Apparently the stealth with which I had crept from my bed and to the door was somehow not so stealthy… they had heard me! Foiled again! I told my Aunt that I had to go to the bathroom in a valiant effort to see if the jolly Claus had left anything behind. Desperately hoping for a preview of the delicious loot left behind I was unceremoniously picked up into my Aunts arms and my eyes covered (oh the indignity) as we trekked across the house to the bathroom, where I was deposited and informed I should go ahead and go… because she wasn’t going anywhere till I was done. I tried in vain to peek through her carefully placed fingers to see what was under that tree…

 

Alas, my Aunt, the apparent victim of one too many eggnog’s was not as careful on our trek back to my room from the bathroom and I was able to steal a peek on my way past the tree – and what to my wondering eyes did appear, but my father, wrench in hand putting together what looked to be the most beautiful bicycle I’d ever seen – exactly the one I had asked Santa for just days before.

 

Not wanting to spoil the fun the adults were having, I returned to my bed and somehow managed to get myself back to sleep. In the morning when I woke – sure enough that bike was sitting beautifully under the tree with a tag that read “From Santa” in big bold lettering. Now, just how did that happen? I wondered… and then I realized – Dad was really Santa! Far from being disappointed, I was elated! Imagine the jealous look from the other kids at school when I went back and informed them that I knew  the big guy personally; in fact I lived with him… He tucked me in, and read me stories EVERY NIGHT!! What a lucky kid I was!

 

I cherished that thought for several hours on Christmas day, until I could hold onto it no longer and had to share my new found knowledge with my cousins. Cousins who were ten years older than me, and in fact knew  the true identity of Santa… and they informed me that yes, indeed, my dad was Santa! Just like every other kid in the world’s dad or mom was Santa! I was astounded! How could this be?? Surely they were not telling me the truth! I had to be the only kid Santa had! Not wanting to believe these hideously mean boy cousins of mine – I chose to ignore them. I also chose to keep my mouth shut to the adults – no sense getting the boys in trouble, after all they were family.

 

So, I quietly kept the secret… for at least two more Christmases I kept silent about being the daughter of the one and only Santa. The memory of that year is one of my favorites… I will never forget my Daddy working on that bike – the last one he ever gave me. Little did I know then that in just a few short years, my dad would no longer be with me. I will treasure this memory of Christmas for as long as I live. I have shared it with my kids, and will share it with my grand kids when they’re old enough. The year I discovered that I was Santa’s daughter!

 

Merry Christmas!!!

 

Santa Claus

Santa Claus (Photo credit: Christopher S. Penn)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Things your child can teach you.


Yep, it’s Thursday – meaning it’s time for:

Today I’m choosing prompt 2.) Things your child can teach you.

As most of you know I’m raising a special needs child. We call him Little Man around here – and it would take a book to tell you  everything he’s taught me.

Some of the lessons have been hard, like having to have him hospitalized for a year and five months, because that was what was best for him.

Other lessons have been easy, like learning that having a six-year-old in a sixteen year old body can be pretty funny at times. Yes, I find humor in his antics – I have to… see if I don’t laugh – I might never stop crying.

He has taught me  humility, compassion, unconditional love, and patience. He has taught me that my “typical” children were a true blessing to never be taken for granted. He has taught me that I do have much more strength than I ever thought I could.

He has taught me that even when I don’t want to do something, I have to build up the courage and strength to do it, because he does.

He has taught me how intelligent the autistic mind can be, regardless of what is IQ score says.

He has taught me that even though I thought I’d be “done” actively parenting now, God’s plan for my life is different – and I just need to accept the things I cannot change and move on.

He has taught me courage to face each day with the innocence of a child.

He has taught me that a child does not have to come from your body to be yours. I didn’t give birth to him, and he didn’t come into my life until he was eight years old, but I wouldn’t say that to anyone – he is my child, through and through and I love him deeply.

Mostly, he has taught me that regardless of his deficiencies, he has amazing strengths that make him who he is; my child… m

Little Man, being goofy!

y beloved boy.