Posted in Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, postaday, Stories of my life

O’ Christmas Tree!

Hello people! Hope this week is finding you are getting into the Christmas spirit. If not, why not?

I wasn’t sure if I would get the spirit of Christmas this year. The last few years have been pretty rough and I didn’t feel like decorating, celebrating, or much of anything else. I put on a ‘good face’ about things, but I really wasn’t into it. I didn’t put up a tree or anything.

This year was going to be more of the same. Then something happened. I began feeling all Christmasy. My Grinch heart began to grow. I have no idea why. Things here aren’t all that rosy. We are still fighting the government to get some help for the husband. Finances are non-existent. Health for me could be better. Yet, I am beginning to get that Christmas cheerful, card sending, decorating, smiling and humming feeling.

Maybe I’m finally losing my mind!

We won’t have presents this year, again. But that’s ok, as Christmas is not about the presents and food. Christmas to me is all about being extra nice, smiling at strangers and wishing them a Merry Christmas. Helping others, because even though we are having problems, many others are worse off.  I at least have a roof over my head, food in the cupboards, animals to cuddle up with and heat when it’s cold.

So when I was out and about running errands the other day, I saw this Christmas tree. It was even on sale!

It’s just a cheap tinsel tree, but it’s the Christmas spirit that counts, right? I snatched it up, because it looked like it should go home with me. It really reminds me of the Charlie Browns tree, just with more tinsel.

But I bought it with a smile on my face and plans in my head. Today, I dug in my closet and found the Christmas ornaments I knew I had. I dug in another cupboard for the punch bowl I had, though I never drink punch or have used it for that purpose.

My plan called for both.

I cleaned off my kitchen table, washed it down till it shone. Then put my Christmas tree plans together.

This is the result! What do you think?

O' Christmas tree!
O’ Christmas tree!
My Charlie Brown tree
My Charlie Brown tree

 

 

 

Posted in Cee's Share Your World, Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, postaday

Baby, Let’s Do It One More Time! ~~ Share Your World, Week 48

Hello People!

So, you want to know more about me. Good grief! Don’t you know enough?? Ok, ok, my fans awaits! Onward!

You can blame Cee over at Cee’s Photography for this! She’s to blame! She twisted my arm into doing this! Well, ok, not really, but I thought you all could do with a bit of drama today. No? Hm, everyone’s a critic.

Yeah, yeah, I’m getting on with things.

 

 

What are your favorite toppings on pizza?

I’m a classic kind of girl. (Not to be confused with classy, HA!) We have a place here called Panago’s Pizza. They make the best pizza. My order is always the same. Panago Classic, which has sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms, green pepper, onion, and black olives. I always order extra cheese too. Yummy! Oh, on a thin crust.

I want to learn more about …

Writing, painting and anything else that sounds interesting to me.

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What are three places you’ve enjoyed visiting?

The Rocky Mountains here in Alberta. Amazing, beautiful and breathtaking. New Mexico and any other place I’ve been. I mean each place has its own kind of beauty and interesting places to see.

Do you prefer eating the frosting of the cake or the cupcake first?

Well, I don’t often have cake or cupcakes. When I want to really treat myself I will buy a cupcake over cake anytime. I love some frosting, some others not so much. I don’t eat one or the other, I eat them together. After all, it’s not an oreo cookie.

 

 

 

 

So what’s your favorite dessert? 

 

 

Posted in Fiction, Flash Back Friday, postaday, writing

Flash Back Friday

Hello people! Hope everyone is having a great start on the weekend.

I thought it would be fun to go back to when I first started this blog and take a second look at some of my posts. I started in August of 2012. I wanted to write, I needed to write, so I thought a blog would be the perfect and most logical thing to do. The first week of blogging, I got my courage up and posted a few short stories. Boy, was I ever a newbie! I didn’t know a thing about ‘tags’ or ‘categories‘.  Having hardly any followers and getting my bravery up to post something I wrote was nerve-wracking. I read them now and the first thing that comes to mind? Wow, do they need editing! LOL

So I thought, what the hell, I’ll do a bit of editing, republish them and see what you think. Be gentle. They were my first born.

The first one up is called “Whispers”. You can see the original post here. After some much-needed editing, below is what I have now. Hope you enjoy!

 

Whispers

Jogging through her favorite park, Helen’s anger simmered. Long legs pumped, feet pounding the tarred lane. Her mind went back over the argument with her husband this morning. She was still so  angry and confused. The two of them seemed to be arguing over everything lately! Everything and nothing.

She was hoping a good run with nature would calm her down. It wasn’t working. Helen slowed, her mind going over all of the petty little disagreements her husband Kevin and her were having lately. The sharp words to each other, hurtful words that couldn’t be taken back once said. She wondered when it all started? When had things changed so much that they couldn’t even talk to each other anymore!

Walking slowly, her mind mucked through each and every argument. The hurt and confusion snuffing out her anger.  Tears shimmered in her hazel eyes as she thought of all the terrible things said.  She loved the man, loved him since the first day they met. He was funny, smart, and had a smile that she loved to see whenever she looked at him. She realized that smile she loved so dearly has been missing lately.  She knew he was just as confused about things between them as she was. Didn’t he just say that this morning? Before she stormed out of the house? She remembered now. As she was opening the front door, she heard him whisper, “What is happening to us?”.

Through her veil of tears she spotted an empty park bench. Walking over to it, Helen sat, suddenly feeling so tired, so defeated. So terribly, heart hurting, sad. She bit back a sob, as she spotted an elderly couple approach the bench. They sat on the other end, close together, hands clasped. They were oblivious to her, to her pain and tears.  They only had eyes for each other, heads bent close together. One with a jaunty little cap, the other with her white hair done up in a bun behind her head. Helen couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other as they were whispering.

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Heads bent forward, touching, hands clasped, loving, soft smiles on their lips. To Helen, they looked so young despite the lines of time upon their faces, white hair, age spots on their hands. They looked young and happy, so much in love. Helen could almost hear the loving words whispered between them.

A soft laugh pierced Helen’s cloud of despair. The old couple stood up, still with clasped hands and heads together, still whispering their words, they moved down the path past Helen.  Her tears dry upon her cheeks, Helen watched them pass.

She watched them for a few moments longer, then her eyes widened and she knew what she wanted to do! Determined, she ran back home, hoping against hope he was still there. That Kevin hadn’t left yet.

As Helen entered the house, her eyes found him almost exactly where she had left him. She thought he looked as lost as she felt, he looked so alone. Kevin stood facing her, with that wounded look in his eyes that mirrored Helen’s own. Taking a slow, deep breath, she walked to him, put her arms around him, leaned her head against his shoulder and whispered.

Kevin’s arms circled the woman he loved more than life and held her tightly. Heads bent together, eyes closed, they held each other in hope, in love. They whispered words of healing and forgiveness to each other.

Whispers, soft words of love, they are so much stronger than anger.

Posted in Blog challenge, Daily Prompt, Humor, Mi Vida Loca, postaday

The Story of the Woebegone Office Chair

it really does need vacuuming! lol
it really does need vacuuming! lol

 

I walk into my home office and it glares at me. Stopping in the doorway, I look at its poor scarred face and feel guilty.

The poor thing should have been retired years ago, but I can’t seem to let it go. It’s gray with age, has small snags and rips from the cat’s claws. It needs a good vacuuming also. So much hair on it, as the cats like to lay across its back and watch the birds out the window.

Its hydraulic lift doesn’t always work anymore either. Sometimes when I sit down it will slowly lower itself. I then have to get up and raise it higher. I mutter to it, but then feel guilty as I know it’s old and tired.

Even though it’s old, it is the most comfortable of chairs. My butt feels at home in it. I can sit for hours, and most days do, without discomfort.

I’ve tried to retire it a few times. I really had good intentions of doing so. I have bought shiny new office chairs to take its place. They are never the same though, they don’t have that softness for my butt that this one has. The backs are not high enough so I don’t feel drafts on my neck. They are usually just not up to my old one’s standards. So I give them away or put them someplace else and take my gray one out of retirement.

I know if it could talk it would beg me to retire it for good, but I can’t. I need it too much. I love it and it would break my heart to give it up. I do apologize to it every day. I pat it and say, “Sorry I can’t let you go. Maybe one day I can find and afford a younger one. But not today Mr. Chair, not today.”

I hear its heart-felt sigh as it slowly lowers when I sit down. I get up, give it a loving pat and raise it again. Swear to it that I will vacuum it soon and then sit down once again.

Every day we go through the same routine. I feel the same guilt. Then I sit down in it and feel the comfort of an old companion and whisper, ‘I love this chair’.

 

 

This post was done for the Daily Post, Wronged Objects prompt.

 

Posted in Blog challenge, Daily Post Writing Challenge, Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, postaday

Things I’ve Learned This Past Year

The Daily Post Weekly writing challenge is to write a list;

For this week’s challenge, I invite you to breathe new life into the established genre of the end-of-year countdown list. Sure, you’re welcome to share your top-20 books, songs, or obscure craft beers of the year. But you could also try something a bit different.

 

My grandmother once told me that I should learn one new thing a day. I think that was wise advice and I have always tried to keep her words in mind. Learning new things keeps me young and I hope, sharp minded.

There are different kinds of learning though. You can learn new facts about a subject, new ideas, new words, all kinds of new things. As long as I’m learning, I’m happy.

This past year was not an easy  year for me. It was a learning year, though. I found out more about myself, my life, my choices, my wants and my needs. So for this writing challenge I am going to list all the things I’ve learned this year.

  • I’ve learned that life can be a bitch. I all ready knew that one, but it was reinforced this past year with a vengeance.
  • I’ve learned that I am much stronger than I thought I was.
  • I’ve learned that I am much weaker than I knew.
  • I’ve learned that you can trust some people. Believe me that is a hard one for me to learn, but yes, I can trust some people and they won’t turn around and stab me in the back.
  • I’ve learned I can be trusted with secrets.
  • I’ve learned I can be a really good friend. I know this sounds strange, but sometimes I wasn’t sure about myself. Now I am.
  • I’ve learned that change doesn’t scare me. I kind of knew that about myself anyway, but it’s nice to learn it over again.
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  • I’ve learned patience. Or I should amend that, I AM learning patience. I always thought I was, but this past year has put it to the ultimate test. Sometimes I failed. I’m honest enough to admit that, but then I try again.
  • I’ve learned that people in constant pain are very strong people, they have to be.
  • I’ve learned that people in constant pain sometimes wish to end it, a final end. My husband has hinted at it a few times, that scares me, but now I understand a bit more why he would have those thoughts. One day he might follow through with those thoughts and put it into action.
  • I’ve learned that my depression is trying to take hold once more.
  • I’ve learned to fight that depression, every single day.
  • I’ve learned that trying to work with government bureaucracy is an ongoing test of my patience and temper.
  • I’ve learned that my mother and I can become friends. We still hit a rough patch now and then, but it’s getting less and less that we do. More and more we are learning to appreciate each other and laugh with each other.
  • I’ve learned that I love writing even more than I thought.
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  • I’ve learned that the people on WordPress on the whole are a wonderful, loving, nurturing group of people. Sure, you might find the odd asshat, or an attention whore, but this community is strong and vital and I am so glad I’m here with you all.
  • I’ve learned that blogging is the best therapy I’ve found.
  • I’ve learned that I still have the capacity to love, I thought I lost that along the way.
  • I’ve learned that I need to give myself a break now and then.
  • I’ve learned that some life choices were very hard to make, but I’m glad I did make the choices I made.
  • I’ve learned that my bad knee hates weather that is -25c.
  • I’ve learned how to walk with a cane, not be ashamed of it, and to find other uses for a cane that I would never have thought about before!
  • I’ve learned how to forgive myself for not being a better housekeeper, there are more important things in life than getting rid of a layer of dust somewhere.
  • I’ve learned that I actually like writing poetry, who would have thunk it?
  • I’ve learned to keep my sense of humor, even in the most trying of times. It saved my ass a few times this past year.
  • I’ve learned that I’ve learned a hell of a lot this year!

 

There you have it. I’m sure I’ve missed something, but I believe I got the most important lessons down that I learned this year. I’m sure I’m due for some more teachings along the way next year.

 

What is the one most important lesson YOU have learned this year?