I'm interested to know why each of you started blogging. If you don't mind to drop me a few lines detailing why....
Thanks!!!!!!
.............Until Tomorrow.....
Monday, July 18, 2011
*Meaningful*
Meaningful?
Did you have a meaningful conversation with someone?
Was your job meaningful to you today?
Did you drive home thinking, "Is what I'm doing meaningful to my family?"
Is our lives really meaningful to anyone but ourselves?
Well I would definitely hope so. We all have regrets and would love a chance to "redo" maybe only one thing in our past; but it is not possible.
I know as a child I would mimic the actions of my loving grandmother. I so dearly loved crawling my lil legs up into a chair to help her cook. I'd yell, "I can do it, let me do it, I can stir dat" as my grandmothers walls became a beautiful new color of chocolate cake sludge. Ohhh those were the days. Summer afternoons were spent sitting on the front porch with a wonderful cold glass of brewed tea while patiently waiting for the sun to set so we could catch lightning bugs. I can so vividly remember the neon blinking lights coming from a mason jar in my bedroom. (with holes cut in the top) The early morning smell of biscuits and gravy being cooked. The aroma of my papaws instant coffee sifting through the house which seemed to just crawl up my nose. I'd take off running for the kitchen knowing mamaw and papaw was gonna spoil me rotten. With my eyes wide open and my belly growling well it was a feast fit for any royalty. Making memories and feeling so loved.
Meaningful? I will have to say yes every moment, every second spent with loving grandparents was very meaningful. I look back now and even the pat on the back from my papaw; the cute lil apron my mamaw sewed just for me to look like her, the smallest of a peck on the nose, to the grandest of the "missing you" hugs have all been meaningful. There are many beautiful meaningful moments I had as a child; which I will never forget. What I wouldn't give for one of them big ol hugs right now, one of them wet nose kisses, or the aroma of instant coffee filtering up my nose.
I'm so thankful for meaningful memories; and grandparents who took time to build them.
For without memories I'd be lonely.
...........Until Tomorrow................
Did you have a meaningful conversation with someone?
Was your job meaningful to you today?
Did you drive home thinking, "Is what I'm doing meaningful to my family?"
Is our lives really meaningful to anyone but ourselves?
Well I would definitely hope so. We all have regrets and would love a chance to "redo" maybe only one thing in our past; but it is not possible.
I know as a child I would mimic the actions of my loving grandmother. I so dearly loved crawling my lil legs up into a chair to help her cook. I'd yell, "I can do it, let me do it, I can stir dat" as my grandmothers walls became a beautiful new color of chocolate cake sludge. Ohhh those were the days. Summer afternoons were spent sitting on the front porch with a wonderful cold glass of brewed tea while patiently waiting for the sun to set so we could catch lightning bugs. I can so vividly remember the neon blinking lights coming from a mason jar in my bedroom. (with holes cut in the top) The early morning smell of biscuits and gravy being cooked. The aroma of my papaws instant coffee sifting through the house which seemed to just crawl up my nose. I'd take off running for the kitchen knowing mamaw and papaw was gonna spoil me rotten. With my eyes wide open and my belly growling well it was a feast fit for any royalty. Making memories and feeling so loved.
Meaningful? I will have to say yes every moment, every second spent with loving grandparents was very meaningful. I look back now and even the pat on the back from my papaw; the cute lil apron my mamaw sewed just for me to look like her, the smallest of a peck on the nose, to the grandest of the "missing you" hugs have all been meaningful. There are many beautiful meaningful moments I had as a child; which I will never forget. What I wouldn't give for one of them big ol hugs right now, one of them wet nose kisses, or the aroma of instant coffee filtering up my nose.
I'm so thankful for meaningful memories; and grandparents who took time to build them.
For without memories I'd be lonely.
...........Until Tomorrow................
Sunday, July 17, 2011
J U S T R E A D I N G . . . . .
I was reading through a few blogs and found (in general) most people tend to write about life experiences or atleast revert to them in some way during their posting.
I also found a lot of people have had either a horrible upbringing or a rocky relationship or just bad occurrences thus far in their life.
I found several humorous blogs that were intelligently comical, crude comical and some that well made me want to blush once I got to the punch-line..haha
I also found a few political blogs but I'm not one thats up-to-date on anything written about government issues so I wouldn't know if what was being said is truth or false but yet the blogs were interesting to me.
I ran across a couple blogs pertaining to the fashion industry. Reading through day to day adventures of how some beautiful model had finally made it.
I read through many blogs about cooking, preparing and entertaining with food. Exciting to see how a small potato can be transformed into many other things besides mashed, fried or baked. Very intriguing.
And many, many, many more that I'm sure I just haven't came across.
I haven't been blogging very long but it's pure pleasure for myself to read through these blogs almost as if I'm peeking into someones diary for only a moment. I myself have kept a diary my entire life. Just as I have stated ~we all have a story~ well so do I. I will not go into intimate detail but I will say I was abused as a child. I would often times play out things in my head; I would fantasize about this wonderful life that I'd love to escape too. These thoughts, protected within my mind, were the only entity in my life that could not be taken away. I felt as though I had no control over any other part of my life but my thoughts and no one could touch them. I began slowly transferring these pattern repeated happenings within my mind to paper -slowly I noticed I was creating a diary of my daily experiences wrapped with past events as well. This diary (so to speak) was my release. My release of anger, my release of hate, my release of tears, my release of unforgiveness and eventually my release of life. I myself not even a teenager at the time was able to release everything on to a blank piece of paper and it was wonderful. A notebook became my new best friend. No one to judge me, no one to laugh at me, no one to tell me I was wrong, no one to criticize my writing -because it was all mine. And now as an adult I have many notebooks filled with all emotions stored away that no one still has never read. My mother knows just about everything I've written in them of course because I did turn to her a lot. But reading through all the blogs I've read within the last few weeks I feel almost privileged to have read those. Maybe it's nonsense that I feel this way but for me my words have been my survival manual, when no one else was there or when I didn't want anyone there. It's just amazing for me to walk into someones life through words for just a short time, a small visit; a detailed look at how someone felt that day, what they experienced, what they have to look forward too.
"It's just a blog", some will say; well for me it's an invitation to friendship and it's been enjoyable so far.
........Until Tomorrow..........
I also found a lot of people have had either a horrible upbringing or a rocky relationship or just bad occurrences thus far in their life.
I found several humorous blogs that were intelligently comical, crude comical and some that well made me want to blush once I got to the punch-line..haha
I also found a few political blogs but I'm not one thats up-to-date on anything written about government issues so I wouldn't know if what was being said is truth or false but yet the blogs were interesting to me.
I ran across a couple blogs pertaining to the fashion industry. Reading through day to day adventures of how some beautiful model had finally made it.
I read through many blogs about cooking, preparing and entertaining with food. Exciting to see how a small potato can be transformed into many other things besides mashed, fried or baked. Very intriguing.
And many, many, many more that I'm sure I just haven't came across.
I haven't been blogging very long but it's pure pleasure for myself to read through these blogs almost as if I'm peeking into someones diary for only a moment. I myself have kept a diary my entire life. Just as I have stated ~we all have a story~ well so do I. I will not go into intimate detail but I will say I was abused as a child. I would often times play out things in my head; I would fantasize about this wonderful life that I'd love to escape too. These thoughts, protected within my mind, were the only entity in my life that could not be taken away. I felt as though I had no control over any other part of my life but my thoughts and no one could touch them. I began slowly transferring these pattern repeated happenings within my mind to paper -slowly I noticed I was creating a diary of my daily experiences wrapped with past events as well. This diary (so to speak) was my release. My release of anger, my release of hate, my release of tears, my release of unforgiveness and eventually my release of life. I myself not even a teenager at the time was able to release everything on to a blank piece of paper and it was wonderful. A notebook became my new best friend. No one to judge me, no one to laugh at me, no one to tell me I was wrong, no one to criticize my writing -because it was all mine. And now as an adult I have many notebooks filled with all emotions stored away that no one still has never read. My mother knows just about everything I've written in them of course because I did turn to her a lot. But reading through all the blogs I've read within the last few weeks I feel almost privileged to have read those. Maybe it's nonsense that I feel this way but for me my words have been my survival manual, when no one else was there or when I didn't want anyone there. It's just amazing for me to walk into someones life through words for just a short time, a small visit; a detailed look at how someone felt that day, what they experienced, what they have to look forward too.
"It's just a blog", some will say; well for me it's an invitation to friendship and it's been enjoyable so far.
........Until Tomorrow..........
Saturday, July 16, 2011
~~Hot and Miserable~~
Well not sure if any of you have been bothered as much with the heat as I; but wow what a wake up call showing us all that dear old mother nature can still pour out a scorcher. I not only have been dealing with severe boughts of heat index but also a pulled shoulder muscle. I actually haven't missed work but can't say I haven't shed a few tears and wiped them away quickly while at work. Will probably have to go to the doctor soon if this doesn't clear up. It's been a week since I've posted so the only thing I have to post to catch you up is work, pain medicine, sleep, work, pain medicine, sleep... haha I'm sure you get the picture.
My children have attended our county fair, well YeeeeHawww let me tell you. All the wonderful rides, good country people so politely smiling as we pass by; Yea Right!!! It's actually very sad attending the fair and bringing along my boyfriend for this night of pleasure and becoming disappointed. Is it because I viewed it differently as a child? Or has it became smaller as the years have went by? We pay good money for a fun filled evening of enjoyment as I realize just for my lil boy to throw 3 darts and TRY to hit a balloon its $5.00,,,I mean seriously! Come on, it's suppose to be for the kids anyways, isn't there a cheaper price for the lil ones? And one of my favorite games for the lil kids is the pick a duck booth -you know that game pick a duck out of the pond, the number on the bottom wins you a prize- well it's gone!!!! They did not have it this year. A night of disappointment let me tell ya; as my lil boy is screaming and waving from a ride he was on. (Yea I see the disappointment all over his face...haha) Of course the kids are going to enjoy whatever is there for them to absorb but they just don't know what their missing, I know all the good things they use to have dang it!!!! lol
As the night ended and they had rode every ride there was to offer, played many expensive booth games and left with blinking swords, bat man blow up action toys, glow in the dark necklaces, funnel cakes, cotton candy, carmel apples. My boyfriend and I left with two sleepy sleepy boys; we knew what we had set out to do had been accomplished. When we finally reached our vehicle and all climbed aboard we had two snoring boys before we left town.
It was Hot and I was miserable from a painful shoulder but as I have repeated we made memories and nothing is better than that!!!!
............................Until Tomorrow.......................................................................
My children have attended our county fair, well YeeeeHawww let me tell you. All the wonderful rides, good country people so politely smiling as we pass by; Yea Right!!! It's actually very sad attending the fair and bringing along my boyfriend for this night of pleasure and becoming disappointed. Is it because I viewed it differently as a child? Or has it became smaller as the years have went by? We pay good money for a fun filled evening of enjoyment as I realize just for my lil boy to throw 3 darts and TRY to hit a balloon its $5.00,,,I mean seriously! Come on, it's suppose to be for the kids anyways, isn't there a cheaper price for the lil ones? And one of my favorite games for the lil kids is the pick a duck booth -you know that game pick a duck out of the pond, the number on the bottom wins you a prize- well it's gone!!!! They did not have it this year. A night of disappointment let me tell ya; as my lil boy is screaming and waving from a ride he was on. (Yea I see the disappointment all over his face...haha) Of course the kids are going to enjoy whatever is there for them to absorb but they just don't know what their missing, I know all the good things they use to have dang it!!!! lol
As the night ended and they had rode every ride there was to offer, played many expensive booth games and left with blinking swords, bat man blow up action toys, glow in the dark necklaces, funnel cakes, cotton candy, carmel apples. My boyfriend and I left with two sleepy sleepy boys; we knew what we had set out to do had been accomplished. When we finally reached our vehicle and all climbed aboard we had two snoring boys before we left town.
It was Hot and I was miserable from a painful shoulder but as I have repeated we made memories and nothing is better than that!!!!
............................Until Tomorrow.......................................................................
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