10 oz campbell’s chicken & mushroom soup
3 pound lean pork loin
in crockpot: place two items together and cook on low on for 4 hours or till done.
10 oz campbell’s chicken & mushroom soup
3 pound lean pork loin
in crockpot: place two items together and cook on low on for 4 hours or till done.
Poetry; an expression of one’s desires, thoughts, and hopes; music to one’s emotions, casting shadows upon the tides, evoking memories of bitter-sweetness, tantalizing the senses in awe.
Poetry; a word…. a phrase… a reflection of one’s inner soul; counting the moments, awaiting the freshness of a child’s’ tender kiss, or the fire of a lover’s embrace, and the joy of co-creation in Gods’ Universe.
Poetry, is the beginning of Dreams and the Idealism of Reality; Poetry is Today!
cc 1/17//1990 Kathy Challis
This is how it works. You can wake up in a fantastic mood, invite a friend over for coffee and then realize the house is in a bigger mess than you thought. So you shower and dress and begin in earnest cleaning the kitchen and doing laundry. The anxiety mounts, your friend comes over and see’s the condition of you- shaking and stemming and decides to help you get the mess under control. You take little rest breaks as the shaking has worked into a full blown pseudoseizure. Then you getup and work hard again. Your work is caught up and your friend goes home tired and still didn’t get the tea and coffee promised. You feel bad about that. You feel bad that she felt sorry for you enough to help you out. You felt bad when you asked your adult daughter to help you out the day before and she put you in your place- low woman on the totem pole.
So your worn out and decide to lay down and rest for an hour; two go by. The behaviour health nurse calls and you rant to her for about 30 minutes and decided to get out of bed- finally. But the negative talk continues inside your head. So you call your mom and she reaffirms the lack of respect at home life. Feeling worse. So you rant in your personal digital diary for an hour. Stinking thinking sets in. You start thinking about suicide. Oh not recognizable right away- it slithers in like a snake, and coils itself around your brain stem. You think about what your family’s reaction to having to find a maid and childcare would be for that is all you think you are.
So you begin to pray and weep. You are down in the toilet and you have a grandson due home any minute. The depression continues until 40 minutes after he gets home and you have to go get your other grandson from school. Praying constantly, LORD don’t allow me to have a seizure or get into an accident while the boys are in the car with me. Their chatter actually helps you snap out of the depression, as you try to pay attention to the road construction and run two errands while you are out.
When daughter gets home late after a meeting at work, you ask he to take the trash out and she say’s NO! But said she will take the dumpsters out in the morning- we’ll see. I asked her if she noticed the clean house, she replies “yes, you got motivated.” I prepare myself some dinner, she doesn’t want what I am going to serve so she heats up something for herself and the boys- that’s fine by me.
The stinking thinking starts to rear its ugly head once again- and you rebuke it in the name of GOD. Today, I got lucky and was able to write and pray through the issues. Tomorrow is a new day, I pray it’s not like today. I have made up my mind to ask my neuropsychologist for Lexapro and anti-anxiety medication. I will explain what I just wrote and tell him that waiting for a new psychiatrist is tenacious at best and puts me at greater risk. If I can scale back the anxiety, perhaps the depression will go away and the pseudoseizures will too.
My blog friends, if you have stinking thinking going on inside your head, speak to someone who has common sense or seek medical attention. I thought about going to the hospital today, but I had the boys to take care of. People think pseudoseizures are non-damaging and attention seeking. They are wrong! You may not burn up brain cells, but you do burn up self-confidence and assurance that you are in control of your body at all times. And the depression never fully goes away- it’ s simmering on the cooktop waiting for a trigger.
Every person is accountable for their own actions and reactions and choices that they make.
We can blame society, our parents, GOD, or someone else for our troubles, but that doesn’t mean we are right. If you do not like your present circumstances then change them.
Change can be a painful process, but allowing something or someone to control you is even more painful as it chips away at your spirit, confidence, self-esteem, and ability to make decisions.
I didn’t like the way my father reared us three children. He was quick to anger and quick to hit you with a belt repeatedly. I chose NOT to spank or beat my children long before I had any.
I didn’t like the way my father would humble himself before anyone wealthier than us and say we were inferior to them. So I chose to teach my daughters self-respect and dignity and GOD was the only person worthy to be humble too; humans are fallible and just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you’re right.
I didn’t like the way my father was a womanizer to any female beginning puberty to old age. He saw every female as fair game to have sex with. Pedofilia was his actions and his excuses. So I chose to marry a man who had self-control and boundaries of moral conduct.
I didn’t like that my father thought education was a waste of time and money. So I earned my GED and Bachelor of Science Degree and instilled the values into my daughters so that they graduated 12 grade and earned Bachelor and Master Degrees. My husband earned certifications, Associates and Bachelor Degree. And we all continue to learn daily, and are instilling those values to our grandchildren.
What I did like about my father was his thriftiness. He went to yard sales and auctions all the time and bought and repurposed items or sold them for a profit. He also was a hard worker and keen provider (mom’s financial management) until my mother divorced him.
I used the above personal examples to show you that no matter what your circumstances are you can change. It doesn’t cost money to make subtle changes within yourself; ideas, values, and identity. You don’t have to follow family traditions if they are poor choices made by demoralizing people.
Ultimately, you should like yourself as a human being thus causing other humans to want to be around you and get to know in what ways you are a terrific person to know.
I look like I am getting ready to don a space helmet. My head is covered in sensors and tape. I am not suppose to drive anywhere until after the test is complete.
Had to go back in to a lead reglued. It is hard to sit still in one place while the video captures you every move.
Yea! today is the final day. I am concerned with all the rest I have recieved sitting and laying in bed, my routine has been off. I haven’t had any seizure activity. I think I would have been better served being active.
Yikes! I went yesterday morning to have my leads taken off only to discover that I was one day early. Well, I finally got them off, then came the process of washing the glue out of my hair. I used Head & Shoulders 5 times, then wound up combing and brushing the dried glue out. Not Fun! I get my results next week.
Two weeks later, I get the results. I have a conversion disorder which is a nonepileptic seizure called pseudoseizures. They are psychosomatic; meaning it’s all in my head.
When I have one my eyes get glassy or glazed and I can’t maintain eye contact for several minutes after the shaking has stopped. I stay cognitive throughout the episode but sometimes have a little confusion as to what I was doing prior to the episode. I have been placed back on the medication that the withdrawal from started this whole mess in the first place.
#conversiondisorder #pseudoseizure #nonepileptic #eeg
People are still be rescued from the rising tides as Harvey stalls on the Houston/Rockport area. Americold Logistics told effected employees yesterday that they have a job in Ft.Worth & Dallas locations. They will have to find away up here, but then Americold will provide them and their immediate family lodging, food, clothing, and anything else required until they can return to their city of employment. Americold is sending truck loads of food to the affected areas. The Houston & LaPorte plants are under 4′ water above loading docks. Fortunately, the power is still own in the buildings.
Labor Day 2017, the Houston plant is up and running. Still waiting to hear on other plant affected.
October 2017, the plants are back in operation in Houston and La Porte and people are trying to rebuild their lives one stone at a time. Americold gave the employees effected three days off with pay. Some had lost every material possession while others were just inconvenienced by receding storm waters.
The Dallas & Ft. Worth plants sent care packages to the afflicted in the first days of the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey.
gerund or present participle: demoralizing
1. 1. cause (someone) to lose confidence or hope; dispirit.
“their rejection of the treaty has demoralized the diplomatic community”
synonyms: dishearten, dispirit, deject, cast down, depress, dismay, daunt, discourage, unman, unnerve, crush, shake, throw, cow, subdue;
gerund or present participle: trolling
make a deliberately offensive or provocative online post with the aim of upsetting someone or eliciting an angry response from them.
“if people are obviously trolling then I’ll delete your posts and do my best to ban you”
1. the use of electronic communication to bully a person, typically by sending messages of an intimidating or threatening nature.
There was an incident of trolling and cyberbullying tonight among two residents. It started out innocent then moved to trolling, and finally escalated into cyberbullying. I was called in to mediate one side of the process. I responded that the one that was feeling threatened; and indeed were in person, should call the non-emergency police line and report it to protect themselves from retaliation from the bully.
When people are being rude on social media towards you. Take the higher ground and don’t respond. That’s especially true for personal attacks. Bullies need an audience to justify their own self worth. Try to remain calm and if you feel threatened by them call the police. We have anti-cyberbullying laws to protect oneself and family.
Taking the higher ground isn’t always easy, there are rocks, boulders, dips and ruts that threaten to bury you or leave you stuck on the side of the road endlessly. It takes courage not to get sucked into someone else’s drama. Especially, if the comments go from trolling to cyberbullying, to just plain demoralizing an individual.
Taking the higher ground ensures you won’t get caught in a flood or back lash of water. It allows you the visibility to look ahead and all around you to see what is on the horizon. Taking the higher ground gives you choices and opportunities to deflate or diffuse a situation before it escalates.
Usually, the reason for trolling, cyberbullying, or just plain demoralizing someone shows a great deal of lack of self worth. Trollers and Bullies need an audience to give them the attention they feel they deserve and are unable to get their needs met in a positive venue. If they can stir the waters of contention they can reroute their own sense of failure.
My advice for what ever it is worth: When someone else is fishing in your pond you can take the higher ground and ignore them or if you want a little battle of wit; join them. Just don’t stay too long in the pond or you’ll have a host of other problems crop up.
#cyberbullying #demoralize #trolling
The United States of America- Land of the Free!
Some people are foolishly chasing their own tail. Racism is alive and thriving in America. People of African descent claim their ancestors were abused by Americans and they would be correct. But there were whites than were enslaved as well. And Indians, Chinese, and other immigrants that cheap labor and inflated prices kept them enslaved to the LandLord. All americans can look backwards and find injustices done at the mentality and hands of others.
Inciting riots based on race or skin color is just plain wrong. It really bothers me that White Supremacist or Black Supremacist think they are entitled by the Freedom of Speech to hold riots, destroy people and property in the name of their cause. God gave each of us free-will, a conscious, and a way out of tyranny or oppression. There was a time when passive resistance- marches and boycotts were needed to bring attention to someone else’s free will being violated. That time has passed. We have equality laws to protect women and other minorities (which if you added them all up would be the majority) of people.
I may live a sheltered life but I know right from wrong, foolishness from wisdom, and the ability to see that America is being sold a pack of half-truths, misdirections, and immorality. If the supremacist can achieve their goal of spread half-truths then they can agitate the masses into immoral conduct, while they try to achieve their real agenda. And that is to keep the fight going and reduce productivity in our society.
When people have a cause they become zealots in their quest to find or manipulate people into like mindedness. They want to belong to a larger group to justify their attitude or behaviour. They deflect from what is good in the world, what is good in America, and what is good in their little corner of society.
If the zealots put Patriotism in front of their cause by burning, defacing, and demoralizing our Nation’s Flag then the majority says, “that okay- they have that freedom of expression rights”. But it is more than a flag they are mocking; it is a symbol of hope and freedom- just ask any immigrant in today’s society that flea tyranny or oppression from their government- or those who have HOPE that America will provide good jobs, increased income, and freedom to choose where they will live, what occupation they will hold, how much schooling they can achieve, which GOD they can worship, and their right for individuality and privacy. Values that we Americans take for granted as a GOD given inalienable rights.
If supremacists start talking their spiel in your presence at work, church, school, or anywhere; shut them down. Tell them NO! n-o you will not oppress me into your way of thinking. If you give them permission to rant and rave – they will, then productivity of positive thinking is down the drain. One has to stand up (self will) and just say NO!
If we take down statutes that immortalize Confederate Army personnel then we are guilty of re-writing history. 2017 Race Riots and Bigotry are doing quite well in the United States of America- Land of the Free! Statues, naming schools, or towns are symbols that change meaning the further you get away from the beginning of history. Politicians run scared of opposition and cow down to fear of what might be rather than stand up and say “Look! It is what it is!”
The German occupied people removed statues and other reminders of the Hitler-Stalin years. Children need to see these once revered people and understand the political era and agenda that erected the monument in the beginning. Only by understanding the beginning will we hope to understand its ending. I want opportunities to take my grandchildren to see monuments and open a dialog about what happen, when, and where it happened, who was involved, and most importantly why it happened. So that they can process the information for themselves and form an learned opinion regarding the topic of discussion.
We need the physical reminders or history will be forgotten and doomed to repeat itself.
Shoppers are encouraged to stop and enjoy local cuisine, flea markets, and community events along the way. Check the Chamber of Commerce website in each individual state for more information on the sale and affiliated activities.
Dates and Times
RJ is such a clown. He loves to tease people and is rewarded with his favorite HORSE Treats. He is docile but will love to give chase; his favorite game, with the dogs. He’s been known to go inside the house to check it out, and see where our accommodations are.
RJ rubs his head against the tree until he gets his harness off. His expression is one of self-satisfaction as he almost succeeded in getting the harness free. Underneath the guard hairs his fur is soft; he enjoys getting haircuts as they cool him down in the hot Texas heat.
One of RJ’s favorite pastimes is playing tag with the people. One time he got out of his acreage and made it up to the interstate and was starting to egress on the interstate. People appeared and made a circle with their cars so it would corral him in and give me a chance to rope him and take him back home. It was raining and I had my hand out the window holding the rope on RJ and I ran/walked his butt back home. The police were kind enough to follow us and keep us safe had their been any cars on the roadway.
Another time Rj jumped the fence into the neighbors paddock, he played keep-away for also an hour when he finally came and stood by me, I admonished him and told him to go home and he did. He was sure ornery and cantankerous when the mood struck him.
I miss my RJ so desperately. I only prayer is that he found a good home and doesn’t hold a grudge against me in letting him and his family go. Robert was so very ill and we couldn’t continue to pay out the $250.00 a month for their food, haircuts and vet bills were extra. So I gave them to a good man who promised they would have good long lives protecting his goats. As fate would allow seven years later, I can now afford their upkeep but have know way of knowing where they are located at. 😦 I know it was near Waco, TX.
Peace Rj, peace.
The class was over, and still I sat, it was 1988. The professor, an old woman asked if she could buy me a soda pop. Her name is Dr. Edythe Leupp, a professor at Southern Nazarene University, Bethany, Oklahoma. I had decided to drop out of college; a dream of mine since I was 14 years old. Dr. Leupp asked me to tell her my story- who am I. In a cantankerous moment, I decided, “what the heck, you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
I was enduring a serious depression, later (1993) identified as Schizoaffective Disorder and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder, Multiple Personalities Disorder and Post Trauma Stress Disorder. I was a mother of two very bright girls and a wife of a hard-working man. I was 27 years old, (married since I was 15 yrs.’ old) a traditional student and I was hopelessly floundering in my classes. I was the first person to get a GED and attend college in both my husband and my families. Finances were tight and I was attending a private university on school loans.
Dr. Leupp listened to my career goals of Teaching Wildlife Biology in the future. She happed to be a Teacher Education Professor. She asked me if I would give SNU another chance and come to the Teacher Education classes and she would be my Academic Advisor. I was eking out D’s and my GPA was tanked, I was overloaded, over worked, and just plain tired. But I changed my degree plan to test this old lady’s word and see if she would bail on me too.
I used the psychologists’ services on campus to help me function with the stressors of daily life. I started having anxiety seizures because of stress. I earned A’s in all my education classes. My husband was very supportive and proud of me and stood by me while experiencing my mental illnesses. Dr. Leupp was proud of my accomplishment’s and listened to my hopes, dreams, aspirations, and well as the negative stuff, she told me I was smart – brains plus- and said I was achieving success already; I had Dr. Leupp in my corner.
Mom Leupp attended mother-daughter events with me and would later say I was her success story. She talked to me about Gods love for me and helped me heal old wounds. If she hadn’t taken a moment out of her busy schedule and offered to buy me a soda pop my life would have turned out different. I would have considered myself a failure at life. I am eternally grateful to Dr. Edythe Leupp; aka Mom Leupp. She cared to see beneath the pain to the potential of what I could be. She is 95 years old and still and active part of my life.
My dear Son,
I anticipate the arrival of you birth with wonder.
I promise that I will be a great provider
of unconditional love.
I remember with delight…
The joy of hearing “Dah-dah” from your tiny lips.
The pleasure of holding your hands as you prance and
practice taking your first steps.
The excitement of your first day of school
And the name of your first girl to love.
I remember the agony you felt
when you received your first black eye
from a bully twice your size, then later,
the pride of the victory when
you cut him down to size.
The little things that were a major milestone;
like having a pimpled face, falling in and out of love,
driving your first car, the Prom Dance, and
graduating from high school.
I wait with you as you anticipate the arrival
of your child’s birth with wonder,
as you solemnly promise that you will be
a great provider of unconditional love.
I am so proud of you, and I shall treasure
all the moments we have shared
For now, you are a man
Walking in my shoes!
My sister Gaynell came to visit for three weeks between our moms’ in Oklahoma and my place in Texas. While she was gone from Alabama, someone decided to make a house for themselves out of her belongings. She got home to find that most of her stuff was gone, stolen, and the near neighbors a mile away suspected nothing amis.
We are talking groceries, towels and linens, jewelry, computers and electronics, pots and pans, dishes, clothes, everything imaginable but furniture. She is discombobulated at the nerve of some people. Someone had to know she was going out of state. Her husband stayed gone from the premises except for two days when he came home and discovered stuff missing. “It’s the extent of getting someone’s underwear out of their drawers and taking off with them that makes it so ridiculously maddening, ” says Gaynell. The police had no comment about the variety of items stolen. Meanwhile, Gaynell is shaking her head and trying to find out how they can survive taking baths and replacing everyday items on her limited budget.
He was handsome. Nearly six feet and one hundred seventy pounds of lean muscle. Dark brown hair and chocolate eyes that a girl could lose herself in. He was shouting, “Hey! Evelyn, is it you?” Coming out of the temporary daze I answer, “No!” Coming closer still he saw his mistake and apologizes that he mistook me for someone else. At five feet and one-half inch and weighing in at eighty-nine pounds; I was used to hearing lines from boys and men; even while assuming it was just a line, I was flattered to be noticed by him, if only for just a moment.
I began my blog as a forum to display works in progress of different literary activities and craft projects. I am trying to become an excellent writer with a variety of subjects to capture a wide audience at first. Basically, I’m throwing darts and seeing which ones stick. If you have any suggestions on my work efforts please send me a comment. I can only improve from this point forwards- I think!
This is my very first post. I hope that you love to read novels, short stories, and poetry blogs. I have a chapter book in writing stages of the novel, Shining Armor due out by December 2017. I will be installing excerpts from the book.
Shining Armour is a love story that entreats the audience to ask; will young love ever be enough to sustain these lovers or will their young ages doom them to fail?
I twist, I turn, I spin, I dance...
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
Stories, Poetry, and Recipes
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Here I share words and illustrations I discover on the journey within the crevices of my mind and the outside world. 💚
Providing literature to the city of Fort Worth since 1910
Serenity is golden... But sometimes a few ripples are needed as proof of life.
~ Be Here Now
A daily selection of the best content published on WordPress, collected for you by humans who love to read.
The Art and Craft of Blogging
The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.