I needed some laughter, the videos will do the trick.Have a great weekend Xx M
I needed some laughter, the videos will do the trick.Have a great weekend Xx M
The trick on YouTube, maybe VeVo. Only difference, taped clock on far right. Click on. Time for Dance Party.
I started at 8:30pm deciding on video’s. After years of enjoyment, YouTube and VeVo are enforcing copyright laws. Somebody has an answer, please leave a comment or email msandorm@verizon.net. The Shania Twain video is an example, of the the copyright screen. I stopped at 1:00am, way past bedtime. I’m praying for progress today. Here’s a snack while I work on desert.
Xx M
I was thinking about tunes to play, Prince came to mind. He’s Mystical, very erotic with dancers and fans enjoy every minute. Prince supported multiple charities, one supported kids education. He heard the library was closing due to lack of funds. The next day, the library doors opened.
I celebrate the life of Prince and pray the family comes together with hearts of love.
Xx M
WOW! Mission Control we landed without to many Starbucks stops.

I’m thrilled to receive The Versatile Blogger Award from Robert Goldstein at http://www.robertmgoldstein.com. Robert is a generous spirit. Thank you for choosing my blog worthy of The Versatile Award.
Robert has a mental illness called DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder. He is open about the struggles he face. He is a strong advocate for Mental Illness, the treatment patients receive at medical health facilities. Please check out his site, which includes artwork, short stories and Advocacy work. He’s an all around great guy. He always has my back!
The rules for receiving Versatile Blogger Award
Thank the person who nominated you
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Tell 7 things about yourself
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http://www.piecesofbipolar.com
http://www.autismthoughts.wordpress.com
I’m smiling, it’s new day,
Xx M
Howdy friends,
Thinking about Country Music today, the line between Country and Rock are not always visible. Brad Paisley and many others sound like Rock with riff’s and jamming guitar solos. The video surprised me, did I wake up in tunesville? The Country artist are everywhere except in Country music. I hope you enjoy the music. Next week we’re Rocking, flames shooting from the sky. Maybe Big Hair band or you can leave a request 24 hours a day. Xx M
Article is from Ideas.Ted.com
Half of the American preschoolers diagnosed with ADHD are given drugs to treat the symptoms. Is that necessary? Is there another way?
Neurobiologist David Anderson is alarmed by the idea of drugging children to treat the symptoms of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). Especially during adolescence, when changing levels of sex hormones and growth hormones are already having a dramatic impact on a teenager’s brain, he questions the long-term use of a drug that promotes a system like dopamine or serotonin. As he puts it: “You can’t take the kid off the drug after puberty and say, ‘Whoops, let’s go back and do puberty without the drug.’” Read on to learn how drugs like Adderall affect the brain — and why Anderson says that drug treatments should be a last resort in children with ADHD.
One in 10 American children is diagnosed with ADHD — but we still don’t understand the disorder. “There’s this traditional view that common brain disorders like ADHD, anxiety and depression are caused by chemical imbalances in the brain, as if the brain were some kind of chemical soup that just needed a little more salt,” says Anderson (TEDxCaltech talk: Your brain is more than a bag of chemicals). Then there’s the emerging view, which is that ADHD and other common brain disorders are “actually disturbances in the neural circuits that mediate emotion, mood and affect.” This distinction matters most when parents, doctors and teachers are evaluating the pros and cons of behavioral, environmental and medical treatment options for a growing child, since current drug treatment options act by globally changing brain chemistry. “Many of the drugs that are taken for conditions like these were discovered by accident, not through an understanding of the underlying physiology of the disorder,” says Anderson. “It was just discovered that they work, and we don’t know how they work really or why they work.
Follow the link to read entire article.
Autistic people are not failed versions of “normal.” They’re different, not less
This article breaks my heart. Children forced to kill or be killed by Boko Haram. I thought my prayers came true when reading all the girls were released last week. Keep the girls and Nigeria in your prayers.
DAKAR, Senegal — As it torments West Africa, Boko Haram is increasingly turning to children to carry out its crimes.
One of every five suicide bombers deployed by Boko Haram in the past two years has been a child, usually a girl, according to a report released Tuesday by Unicef.
Boko Haram used 44 children in suicide attacks last year, compared with only four in 2014, the report found.
The youngest bomber so far was thought to be 8 years old.
The report seeks to quantify one of the most chilling elements of Boko Haram, an Islamist extremist group that has assaulted the Lake Chad region of Africa for years with thievery, beheadings, kidnappings and the torching of entire villages. The group has killed thousands of people and caused a food crisis, leaving the area hungry and in tatters.
Toby Lanzer, the United Nations humanitarian coordinator for that region, said Boko Haram’s use of children as suicide bombers “really beggars belief.”
“To me that’s the epitome of evil,” Mr. Lanzer told reporters during a briefing at the United Nations headquarters in New York about his recent trip to northeastern Nigeria. “I cannot think of anything more horrifying.”
It was two years ago this week that the group kidnapped nearly 300 girls from a school in Chibok, Nigeria. Several dozen escaped early on, but most are still missing. Intelligence officials believe they are being used as human shields for Boko Haram leaders hiding in the Sambisa Forest in northeastern Nigeria.
Follow link to read entire article. http://www.nytimes.com/2016/04/13/world/africa/boko-haram-children-suicide-bombers-unicef-report.html?_r=0
Xx M
There are many viruses that have similar characteristics to dengue, yellow fever, and Zika that have the potential to emerge. We don’t know why Zika emerged now. But we know how to develop surveillance systems that will allow us to pick these viruses up if they start to move as Zika has.” This starting point was outlined by tropical medicine expert Duane Gubler at a World Health Organization (WHO) meeting in Geneva in early March. Gubler has spent his career studying tropical infectious diseases with an emphasis on dengue virus (DENV), a flavivirus closely related to Zika virus (ZIKV).1 His introductory presentation at the international meeting about the ZIKV challenge emphasized the complexity of the flavivirus–host relationship and the inevitability, thanks to urbanization and globalization, of emergence and spread of viruses that were previously confined to small, remote geographic areas.
To prevent and control ZIKV infection in humans, we must understand the virus and its vectors, the modes of transmission between mosquitoes and vertebrates and among humans, and the natural history of ZIKV disease. The main challenge today is that most of this knowledge is lacking. Of the 313 articles on Zika identified by a recent PubMed search, only 25 were published between 1952, when the virus was discovered, and 2009, when the first outbreak outside Africa and Asia was reported in the Journal2; 225 were published in 2016.
To read the full article follow the link;
http://www.nejm.org/doi/full/10.1056/NEJMp1603734?query=infectious-disease#.VweaPQYn9_h.twitter
Take care on where you travel. Look at the list of contries with active Zika. The Rio Olympics are left with a big issue. The Americans will not play because of the odds of getting Zika.
Good health to you a family.
:)
Melinda
I met with the Lyme Doctor on Monday, arriving home yesterday emotionally and physically drained. I knew music would lift my spirit. The videos are special to me for the message. I’m blessed even when it sounds differently. Thank you for bringing sunshine with your comments. RIP Merle Haggard. Xx M
Does the site look crowded? I’m still not sure about the Twitter roll.
Is there something you would like to see?
Do you ever look at Footer Widgets?
I want the site to flow, easy to read with the post taking center stage.
Thanks a million for your help! Hugs to my friends and followers. You keep me running when there’s no energy to move! There are so many people helping in this small community.
Xx M

Here are a few books which helped me understand miscommunications in my marriage and how to work thru distrust. One encouraged me to take the first step to look deep inside and come out better off. I hope you will benefit from reading. If so please leave me a comment or let me know books who’ve helped you. :)
How We Love-I learned how to have a healthy relationship with my husband. I found this book most helpful, all communications not just with partner.
Brain On Fire–My month of madness-I haven’t read, it’s on top of list.
Shock: The Healing Power Electroconvulsive Therapy by Kitty Dukakis .
Bipolar Disorder-A Guide for patients and Families
The Gifts of Imperfection-Let go of who you think you’re supposed be, embrace who you are.
Seven Choices-The book helped me immensely, I began to grieve my grandparents. She inspired me to become a Minister.
Great presentation with several slides with demographics. Please watch to see how you can support an effort.
Xx M
Hope you have a great tomorrow is ahead
Xx M
Perspective
Zika Virus in the Americas — Yet Another Arbovirus Threat
Anthony S. Fauci, M.D., and David M. Morens, M.D.
N Engl J Med 2016; 374:601-604February 18, 2016DOI: 10.1056/NEJMp1600297
The explosive pandemic of Zika virus infection occurring throughout South America, Central America, and the Caribbean (see map
Countries with Past or Current Evidence of Zika Virus Transmission (as of December 2015).and potentially threatening the United States is the most recent of four unexpected arrivals of important arthropod-borne viral diseases in the Western Hemisphere over the past 20 years.
It follows dengue, which entered this hemisphere stealthily over decades and then more aggressively in the 1990s; West Nile virus, which emerged in 1999; and chikungunya, which emerged in 2013. Are the successive migrations of these viruses unrelated, or do they reflect important new patterns of disease emergence? Furthermore, are their secondary health consequences of this arbovirus pandemic that set it apart from others?
http://www.nejm.org/doi/full/10.1056/NEJMp1600297?query=health-policy-and-reform&
The link above takes you to full article.mThe New England Journal of Medice is a great source for Heath related articles.
Xx M
The New England Journal comes thru with additional information on Zika.
Perspective
Zika Virus as a Cause of Neurologic Disorders
Nathalie Broutet, M.D., Ph.D., Fabienne Krauer, M.Sc., Maurane Riesen, M.Sc., Asheena Khalakdina, Ph.D., Maria Almiron, M.Sc., Sylvain Aldighieri, M.D., Marcos Espinal, M.D., Nicola Low, M.D., and Christopher Dye, D.Phil.
March 9, 2016DOI: 10.1056/NEJMp1602708
Zika virus infections have been known in Africa and Asia since the 1940s, but the virus’s geographic range has expanded dramatically since 2007. Between January 1, 2007, and March 1, 2016, local transmission was reported in an additional 52 countries and territories, mainly in the
Americas and the western Pacific, but also in Africa and southeast Asia. Zika virus infections acquired by travelers visiting those countries have been discovered at sites worldwide. Aedes aegypti mosquitoes are the principal vectors, though other mosquito species may contribute to transmission. The virus was found to be neurotropic in animals in experiments conducted in the 1950s, and recent experiments have shown how it can cause neural-cell death. A rise in the incidence of Guillain–Barré syndrome, an immune-mediated flaccid paralysis often triggered by infection, was first reported in 2013 during a Zika outbreak in French Polynesia.
An increase in the incidence of microcephaly, a clinical sign that can be caused by underdevelopment of the fetal brain, was first reported in northeastern Brazil in 2015, after Zika virus transmission had been confirmed there. These reports of excess cases of Guillain–Barré syndrome and microcephaly led the World Health Organization (WHO) to declare a Public Health Emergency of International Concern on February 1, 2016, and to recommend accelerated research into possible causal links between Zika virus and neurologic disorders.
If you want like to read the full article at the link before. It’s serious yet I’m not sure what the protocol is if you suspect you or a family, be on safe side and go to hospital. I would call ahead since not hospitals have containment rooms.
http://www.nejm.org/doi/full/10.1056/NEJMp1602708
Xx M
FDA MedWatch – Eye Drops: FDA Statement – Potential Risk of Loose Safety Seals
03/15/2016
Eye Drops: FDA Statement – Potential Risk of Loose Safety Seals
AUDIENCE: Consumer, Eye Care
ISSUE: FDA is warning the public about eye drop bottles that have loose plastic safety seals or tamper evident rings below the bottle cap that may fall onto the eye when the product is used. See Safety Statement for example photo.
FDA has received reports of six adverse events associated with loose safety seals on eye drop bottles. FDA is in the process of identifying all relevant products and will require a change in the packaging design.
BACKGROUND: The plastic safety seal or tamper-evident ring, also known as a collar, or band, should stay connected to the bottle neck. However, some eye drop bottles are losing the safety seals or rings when consumers tilt or squeeze the bottle to place eye drops into their eyes. A loose safety seal or ring presents a safety risk as it may cause eye injuries.
RECOMMENDATION: Consumers and health care providers who have these products should not attempt to remove the ring or seal because there is a potential to contaminate the tip of the dropper.
FDA strongly recommends when using tamper-evident rings, the bottle/cap design include a positive-retention mechanism similar to those on disposable plastic beverage bottles to prevent the rings from coming off while using the product.
FDA is continuing to investigate this issue and will provide more information when it is available.
Healthcare professionals and patients are encouraged to report adverse events or side effects related to the use of these products to the FDA’s MedWatch Safety Information and Adverse Event Reporting Program:
Complete and submit the report Online: http://www.fda.gov/MedWatch/report
Download form or call 1-800-332-1088 to request a reporting form, then complete and return to the address on the pre-addressed form, or submit by fax to 1-800-FDA-0178
Read the MedWatch Safety Alert, including links to the FDA Safety Statement, at:
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Visit Us on Facebook,Twitter,YouTube. Email updates visit Flickr and our Blog.
Xx M

The willingness to show up changes us.
It makes us a little braver each time.
By Brene Brown
I enjoyed picking the videos this week, so many great tunes to choose from. The songs have memories attached in my head. The passion of an artist has to shine brightly. Xx M
Remember to leave a comment or suggestion for next week.
My fantasy about life with High School boyfriend started the day we met. Our relationship was on and off until my late 30’s. He had to marry me, then go back to wife. The last time we talked, he was moving out, filed for divorce, leased an apartment, later started to move in with me. I should include, I bought the ring $12,500, he would repay. HA!
He gave new meaning to word jealous. I went to FL for business, had several presentations to finish. I stayed over a Saturday for the discount. The baby man said “I stayed over Saturday instead of paying more to be with him” I watched the Stars go for second Stanley Cup.
One afternoon his wife wanted to talk. Be gone a hour or two. At 11:00PM, I called asking when coming home? Reply, later! I had to restrain from hurling my favorite pissed off words. He laid key on table, said he was going back to wife. After he left, I bursted in tears and threw his stuff on the porch.
He emailed me the secret years later. His view, if you accuse someone of cheating, you get free pass. He didn’t go back to wife, the free pass got pregnant. She worked for him at Police Department. He would lie before tell the truth. Fantasy over! My choice last words, fuck off.
We fell “love at first sight” in 9th grade, his mask melted many years later. I’m blessed a detour changed my path.
Xx M
Para obtener información sobre la Sala de Ayuda en espanol, haga clic aquí. Xx M

Dear Friend,
Today I’m proud to announce a new and very critical service for Spanish-speaking survivors: a confidential peer-support chatroom. La Sala de Ayuda (Helproom) is now open on Wednesdays and Saturdays from 7 to 9 pm ET. This service provides the kind of help that can make such a difference in a survivor’s healing process-the knowledge that they are not alone and the opportunity for survivors to support one another.
Last year, the National Sexual Assault Hotline expanded to serve Spanish-speaking individuals. Today, Spanish-speaking survivors and loved ones are able to:
*Read RAINN’s top content in Spanish
*Chat one-on-one with a trained support specialist
*Access peer support with fellow survivors
Rosie Juarez, moderator
In the words of Rosie Juarez, who moderates La Sala de Ayuda, “Often in the Spanish-speaking community, there is a fear of sharing your story-a fear that you won’t be believed or find the right support. On La Sala de Ayuda there is only support. There are other survivors who let you know that you’re not alone.” Rosie Juarez and Josue Melendez will moderate the service and ensure confidentiality.
Josue Melendez, moderator
Learn more from La Sala de Ayuda staff about how this new service works, and why it’s so critical for Spanish-speaking survivors and their loved ones.
Con gratitud,
Candice Lopez,
Director of the National Sexual Assault Hotline
PS -Tweet about this service to connect even more with help:
Check out #LaSalaDeAyuda, RAINN01’s new peer support service: http://ow.ly/Y8NL7. #RAINNayuda
Mande un Tweet acerca de este servicio para conectar a muchos más con ayuda:
Mira #LaSalaDeAyuda, @RAINN01’s servicio nuevo de apoyo en español: http://ow.ly/Y8NxD. #RAINNayuda
Original post 7/2014
Looking back on my life there are times when events seem like yesterday and others a lifetime ago. This is a lifetime ago memory one buried in deep resentment and anger. It’s an oxymoron. I’ve had difficult challenges, staying alive was a challenge. I’m at peace in life now. I working thru the bitterness of abuse. I buried this one so deep I forgot about until yesterday. I was barely 18 yrs. old on August 1, 1981, the day of my first marriage. It was very hot in the chapel, my gramps slipped the Priest some money to turn the air up. His parents paid for the champagne, several cases and two of my uncles got drunk. But I’m getting ahead of myself. My father walked me down the isles as I carried three roses for my grandmother, his mother and one for a statue of Mary. His mother didn’t realize her rose would come after the ceremony and she thought I forgot. In the traditional Catholic service you kneel for a good part of the ceremony. This is where the “it was hot” comes in. I have this long veil over my face, haven’t eaten all day and it was hot. I started to wobble and whispered I’m going to pass out. He said not much longer. He was right, within minutes I passed out. Keep in mind this important occasion is on VHS. The Priest and my bridesmaids carry me to the first row, everyone is fanning me. Out comes the Priest with water in a gold chalice. I was hesitant to drink from a sacred cup, water prevailed. Only held up service 10 minutes or so, back to kneel with the veil over my face. I start hyperventilating and going down. We have a replay. The Priest realizes it’s time to cut this one short. The photographer comes over after the service to take photos and I’m in no mood, I was being a spoiled brat. Just get this shit over with I replied. The day I raced the 76′ Camaro at Greenvalley Raceway doing 14’s was more exciting than this. So you have a picture of wedded bliss.
We played house until it got rough, a decision we came to on the way to his parents for Thanksgiving. We didn’t separate, just kept skating on thin ice. Spring rolls around and race season starts. Where the money came from was a mystery to me. By this time he wasn’t staying at the apartment.
One of my dearest friends died, head on by an older gentleman who was having a heart attack. This happened during a shift change and the ball got dropped, no one called to tell his parents. The next morning the morgue calls to ask when they planned to pick up the body. His brother almost had a heart attack on the phone. Steve and I dated and remained close friends after we broke up. He was a special person, the type who brings sparkle to your life. For reasons I don’t understand his mother called me wanting to talk about Steve. I spent two weeks consoling her and internalizing my grief.
The stress was more than my body could handle. I had a miscarriage two weeks later. It was a Friday night, no idea I was pregnant. Who talks about miscarriages, not a normal topic like getting your period. I’m in excruciating pain, still not processing why there was so much blood. We arrive at the hospital and since it’s Friday, several shooting victims are ahead of me. I laid across several chairs and cried. Finally in a room but still waiting, I go to bathroom. I lost the baby in the toilet at the hospital. A part of me died that night, it’s a place inside I have never been before or since. Staring at the fetus, it was developing, it looked like a miniature baby. Even now it brings up feelings I don’t understand. I walked out of bathroom when a nurse walked by, I said there’s a baby in the toilet. I kept walking. The nurse brings the fetus in the room in a jar and puts it by my head. Can I hand you knife so you can stab me? They kept me over night. I was shaking, it took three tries before the I.V. went in. My husband never acknowledged the baby, in fact didn’t say anything. Scheduled to leave for a race the next morning, I knew he was not cancelling his plans. I had to call someone the next morning to come get me.
Looking back it was a blessing. I was not ready for single motherhood. The stress feels overwhelming at times. The cycle of abuse could have repeated itself. My life would look very different. I know this in my heart. I don’t understand the resentment. I’m 50 yrs. old, 18 was a long time ago. I’ve moved on from worse pain physically and mentally. The only logic I can find is the baby came out of my body, I saw it. The resentment is he never acknowledged, held me, let me cry, tell me it’s ok or cancel the race. I’ve never talked about this experience, it was truly locked away. I have to work thru the feelings of resentment. That’s not who I am today.
Warrior
Original post 3/2014
Everyone suffers in an abusive environment. Our house was always in chaos. An alcoholic stepfather who abused my mother and a mother who abused her daughter. There were three other children in the house who saw the abuse, heard the screams and threats. I used to think the victim was the only person with scars. At 9 years old I survived almost daily beatings by taking drugs, plenty of alcohol and trying to kill myself. It never occurred to me my brother suffered from witnessing the abuse. My brother’s scars are from seeing our stepfather beat our mother. Dragging her down the hall beating her head from side to side. Putting a knife to her throat saying he would kill her. Most of their fights ending in front of our bedrooms. We had front row seats to hell. My mother abused me, the methods escalated as I aged. I heard stories of abuse as early as six months old. I don’t think my mother was trying to kill me. She’s like the women on the news who allow their kids to die. She didn’t push my head under the water but would have crocodile tears if I drowned accidentally.
One weekend driving back from Houston we passed the exit to my mother’s house. I had strong emotions about my brother not me. I didn’t understand the emotions. It hit me like a train, my brother was not physically abused yet was still a victim of abuse. He heard his sister scream and cry while his mother threw me to the floor, hit my head on the countertop or down the hallway walls. He saw my stepfather hit me in mouth with his fist. He saw my stepfather threaten to kill my mother while holding a knife to her throat. The realization was an eye opener, I had overwhelming guilt. My brother and I never talked about it. The pain was swept under the rug. I didn’t know how he felt about the violence he saw. Neither of us knew how the violence would manifest itself in our souls. We had no idea how it would affect decisions we made as adults.
My brother holds almost all emotions inside, it doesn’t even show on his face. I don’t think he realizes how the violence shaped him as a man. He has a good relationship with my mother yet he lives with the knowledge of what his mother did and allowed. I went to live with my father at 12 years old which meant I only saw my brother a couple of times of year. On my fathers designated holidays we went to my grandparents. We drifted apart from only seeing each other a couple of times a year. After college he moved to Arlington we were both alcoholics by then. Our meetings were at drunken parties at his apartment. We quit calling each other. It took the death of my father to bring us back together. It is the only positive from my father’s death.
I developed a strong relationship with his fiancé. We talked like old girlfriends. She was at my house one night enjoying wine and chatting. I had no control over my mouth, it spilled out. I asked her if he acknowledged my abuse. She shared how much it effected him, the guilt he carries. A missing piece of the puzzle filled my heart. I thought I was invisible. We are very close, talk or e-mail very often. We live only 30 minutes apart but his travel schedule doesn’t allow much time together. A perfect example, their Christmas present are still in the closet. The difference is when we are together it’s like no time has passed. It has been very touching to get e-mails from him as I deal with my health issues. His tone is of true concern. There was a time when I didn’t think this day would come. I’m so happy. I love my brother. I love him enough to attend his wedding even though I would have to see my mother. I did not want to look back knowing I missed his wedding. I realized another level of love and what you will do for love.
XO Warrior
My courage is faith-faith in the eternal resilience of me-that joy’ll come back and hope and spontaneity.
F. Scott Fitzgerald “The Offshore Pirate”
Time to celebrate!!!! Bring your kazoo, streamers, silly string and lots of cupcakes. I can finally say Looking for the Light has merged with Looking for the Light Blog.
The conversion took longer than expected. Now Looking for the Light (previous) blog completes the transition to http:lookingforthelightblog.wordpress.com. The conversion added almost 500 new post dating back to 2005.
I have learned a valuable lesson, starting a new site and importing post from previous blog will give you grey hair. The confusion during the holidays was crazy for me and many followers.
I appreciate those who stayed with me. Many people didn’t know where my blog would be the next day. Neither did I, every morning was a guessing game.
A special thanks to friends and followers, we completed the journey from hell.
Xx M
This my first attempt to write poetry as an Adult. Words came to me like never before. I welcome your feed back. I am nervous, feedback is generous.
I haven’t written another poem since. Maybe a memory of childhood poetry or Adult desire.
Xx M
Soft music fills the room
Relaxing smell of exotic flowers
My body is enjoying the aroma
Slipping orchid in my hair
Candles reflect our body’s
Brushing your body against mine
The heat rises inside
Strong hands softly explore
I shutter as you pull my hair back, kissing my neck
Biting my lip softly eager to explore
I have something in mind for you
Anticipating you exploring my body
He carries me to bed, whispering my surprise tonight
Deeply kissing my heart beats faster
Unleash the Wolfe, I’m yours
Wrap your body around me,
Kissing, clawing, becoming one.
Squeezing me close, scratching drawing blood.
Heights of pleasure rise deep within
Kissing, laying in your arms
Xx M
Photo by Graphic Images
https://yellowwolfenlightenment.wordpress.com/2015/12/05/sunshine/award
Yellow Wolf Enlightenment nominated me for The Sunshine Blogger Award. I do apologize for the long delay in posting award.Today is a great day to visit her site if haven’t. Her site is a Spiritual journey to inspire. Instantly you’re at peace, http://www.yellowwolfenlightentment.com.
I am grateful she thought my site worthy of The Sunshine Blogger Award.
Many of you know I have Chronic Lyme, I pray you never know first hand. My memory last 5-15 minutes and pain leaves me in bed under pain medication. I am not able to reciprocate by writing questions and nominate awesome Bloggers. Xx M
The Sunshine Blogger Award Rules Are:
Thank the person who nominated you. Display award on your site. Answer the 11 questions from your nominator and give nominees eleven questions to answer.
Questions asked:
What drew you to blogging?
Write my frustrations down instead of keeping inside.
Do you tend to think then speak or speak then think?
Depends on who I’m talking with. When working always thought first.
What did you want to be when you were young?
I didn’t dream, lived in
Is that childhood desire the path you followed to adulthood?
From sixth grade wanted to be Photojournalist.
What is your favorite flower?
Peony
Is there a subject you would love to blog about but haven’t?
Art, Travel, Charity, Ministry and wide open from there.
Are you a cat person or a dog person?
I love most animals but in the house it’s cat and dogs.
Would like a garden or a farm?
Farm-grow everything Texas allows.
Do you prefer the woods or a meadow?
Woods, I grew up walking the river bottoms skipping rocks. We made a slide on the tallest mud and rock site. We had so much fun flying down the hill.
Are you a big city kid or a small town kid?
City kid, I could not stay out of trouble in wide open country.
What is your favorite cocktail?
When I drank, Good Merlot fave, Tonic & Gin, I do miss my Margaritas.
I am to sleepy to try to get the name I want. I’m hoping WP can help me this time.
Thank you for putting up with the issues with site.
Have a great day.
:)
M
Miss Trouble at six years old.
My brother was my best friend and I have hundreds of great memories. I laugh thinking how we came up with some of our adventures. Looking at the worst years of my life and finding happiness is liberating. These memories made my life feel normal. Some are a chuckle, others a belly roll, and most are just things kids do. I was often the mastermind, no time to waste. I hope it will brighten your day. Maybe spark some memories of your own.
We put sheets and blankets over our double-long clothesline making tepees to hide in. We could get a good thirty minutes of fun before having to look for real fun/trouble. Our dog Sandy got in on the action by pulling the tepees down.
While preparing my stepfather’s house for sale. My mother had finished moping the floor. With no thought on our part, we put pop tarts in our soda and they blew all over the newly mopped kitchen.
My brother was checking out a new Christmas BB Gun and shot me in the leg.
We always fought over who got to lick the cake icing bowl.
My Favorite We didn’t know why but our grandma was babysitting that day. Beyond bored, we start walking down the alley. My brother finds a bag of rotting potatoes, perfect for trouble-making. Our neighbors had a pool and were not home, we threw potatoes in the pool, and a dog bowl, on the house and back door. Little did we know our grandma was looking out the kitchen window watching us. We came into the house like nothing new. We had to wait until neighbors got home, apologize for what we’d done, and clean up the mess. It was nasty to clean but it was worth it.
Popping Bubble Wrap was a huge treat, we would fight over who got the bigger piece, We would lay in the front yard watching the stars popping our bubbles.
I would take Turtle Wax from the garage and mix in a little dirt to see how fast it would eat through a pie pan. Dixie cups melted quickly but pie pans took longer. It was difficult to explain the stains on the picnic table.
I never wore shoes unless forced. My grandfather came over and I was my usual jumping-around self. Looking at the flowers of the weeds in our yard. I enjoyed the simple things. Then I let out a scream, I stepped on a Bubble Bee. My grandfather said “Pud” you’ll be okay. I wandered off to find the bee. It was so pretty and I’d never seen that kind of bee. My grandfather called me “Pud” all my life, my guess is that it was an old people’s term of endearment.
At 4-5 years old, I was across the street playing and my mother started yelling there’s a tornado coming. I didn’t hear her so went to the middle of the street to see what was so important. A tornado is coming get in the house now. OK. My dad was at work so we gathered around the television. It wasn’t long before I had to go to the bathroom. I was so scared, I would not go because the Tornado Man might get me. An important note: my Easy Bake Oven went with the wind.
This was great, my brother came from the store with gum with a small poster in it. He asked if he could put it on the wall, NO! He snuck into her bedroom found a bobby pin, plugged it in an electrical socket, and caught the carpet in his bedroom on fire.
I matured early…..getting my mouth washed out with soap for saying fuck at 4 years old.
We’re on a teeter-totter at our grandparent’s house, I was in the air and spotted a snake. I was screaming like crazy. Gramps came back with a hole but I would not get off the swing. I still hate snakes.
When our teeth were loose we put a string around it, tied it to the doorknob, and then slammed the door. One time it took three tries to get one out. The tooth fairy didn’t leave any extra money.
Gramps and I would have a watermelon seed spitting contest, who could get seed all over the picnic table.
One of the methods of discipline my grandparents used was to go outside and get a switch. If you brought a wimpy one, it was back outside for another.
My grandparents would take us to Ponchos, and we raised the flag for more until we exploded.
We had pampas grass with long razor blades, on each side of our driveway. We made a bike ramp, the goal was to jump over both pampas grass, and the driveway and not get cut to shreds.
Singing to the radio with my dad driving 90 miles an hour, smoking a cigar with windows rolled up and constantly pushing buttons on the radio while changing lanes. We didn’t worry about his driving it was the cheap cigars we complained about.
I’m blessed to have good memories of my childhood.
XO M