This has been a year most of the world would rather forget… so I thought why not add to the pile.
I did this about seven years ago…she’s been in the closet a long time, and occasionally makes an appearance.
This has been a year most of the world would rather forget… so I thought why not add to the pile.
I did this about seven years ago…she’s been in the closet a long time, and occasionally makes an appearance.
Somewhere down the road, there will always be a creepy old house.
In the back of your mind you may be secretly wishing you were brave enough to stop the car, run up to the house with your phone, and snap a selfie before the invisible ghost asks you to stay for tea.
But you won’t, because you are a chicken shit.
Me on the other hand, there can never be too many creepy houses.
When I was a kid, I grew up thinking something in the potato bin was ready to grab me, and was constantly on the lookout for rogue spiders. When I ran up the basement stairs, I was certain another “forever person” would reach through and trip me. Such fun…I died each time.
As an adult I have grown to love and admire, old abandoned houses, the more cobwebs the better.
I travel locked and loaded, prepared for anything; a REAL camera, flashlight, large stick, and I always wear gloves. The last thing you want on your hands is vintage bird droppings and rat spit.
When I walk through a house it’s easy to picture what it looked like before the years took over and the living space became a tomb of decay.
It’s a visual paradise if you look, with the eye of a storyteller.
The kettle that once boiled water for tea.
The fancy handbag that went to a wedding.
And the books that came home to stay.
Be kind to old creepy houses, they were once someone’s home.
Zombies, nuclear war, pandemic, we know one of these is going to get us, its only a question of when…
Being prepped for the big day will determine if you are a survivor or end up being part of the masses who ultimately end up eating each other.
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I have never given much thought to shadows, they are just there…but not quite. Something we can see but not touch. They breath, yet not.
I wake and think of you…each night I think of you, and on it goes.
My days are full, I do what I do, I have a good life, I am just missing part of it.
I think about your wacky sense of humor, and I miss it.
You are one of the bravest women I know, your sense of adventure is inspiring. I find myself thinking of when I was young, I can’t even imagine myself at that age going to the places you’ve been.
Sometimes I put my face to the wind, close my eyes, breathing in the scent of the air and imagine you are doing the same.
I will never let go…not as long as I have breath in my body.
My wish for you is the gift of time; the understanding and wisdom that comes with it, the peace and love that floods your life.
This is my life, as the mother of an estranged daughter.
Yes of course I was, my dear mother made it quite clear I was the most difficult child of the five she brought into this world.
I suspect I was strong-willed right from the start, ready to run, ready to say no, all of which is ‘normal” I think.
When I was about two years old I chose to have it out with my mother and challenge her, big mistake. She always kept her word, knowing this at the time would have saved me some grief, and tears.
I grew up on a farm and loved playing outside, I suspect the “incident” had something to do with her wanting me to come inside the house…and me putting my foot down and giving her a very loud, “NO”.
As a kid in the 60’s everyone drank cow’s milk, I loved it, it was my life blood, nothing kept me from it, until the fateful day of the “Great Challenge”.
Standing in the doorway, a small truck in my hand; my mother opposite me, glass of milk in her hand.
As I raised the toy above my head she said, “If you throw that, I will throw the milk in your face”
I threw the truck.
This isn’t a fashion blog or an advertisement for home and garden, if it were I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t make the short list.
Christmas on the prairies was warm, fuzzy and completely chaotic, (in a good way).
My sister and I would go to bed early to lessen the wait, and of course wake up before dawn so we could be the first ones under the tree. I remember something about having to wait for the rest of the family, so more than likely we made enough noise for this to happen.
I have memories, surreal and silly; like the time my oldest sister thought it was a good idea to sample every chocolate in the box by poking her finger nail in the bottom, then turning it over so no one noticed.
Candy canes on the tree, angel hair ( I thought the name was stupid) and the old fashioned lights that got hot enough to burn the tree down.
One Christmas my mom thought it would be cute if all three of us girls got matching sweaters. It was probably ok at the time, I remember taking the end of one of the tassels and sticking it up my nose; even back then I had loads of class.
Growing up on the prairies many of our gifts were ordered from the Eaton’s catalogue; we loved looking through the colorful pages, pretending to pick anything we wanted.
One Christmas I picked out a small Charlie Brown doll. He was my main man, I loved him, cartoons hung on my bedroom wall I had drawn.
The order office did not have Charlie in stock, so thought it would be ok to substitute Lucy. NOT!
I remember being so devastated I pulled off her arms and legs and colored her face with crayons.
How could they think it would be ok?
There are certain icons you just don’t mess with.
Even as a kid I knew how mean and nasty she was and wanted nothing to do with her.
Cardboard and masking tape were my friend, I was always making something. Our house didn’t have a fireplace, so I made my own by covering a cardboard form with crepe paper that looked like brick.
I remember being so proud of the job I had done, despite the size being no bigger than about two and a half feet tall.
Dreaming was always a way of creating.
When we turned ten we got a watch for Christmas.
Then there was the year my sister and I got radios…matching radios. I still remember that morning, tired and bleary-eyed, wow.
Whatever your memories, pick a good one.
I sewed the ugly purple/white stripped house coat
When I was in grade two I won a prize for my Halloween costume; with help from my mother who insisted I wear the gunny-sack clown outfit my older siblings had worn. I remember thinking…well OK if I have to. I can also remember being in shock and amazement when I won, my prize was a large children’s book, I chose the bedtime story version instead of a clown one? Seriously it was.
Halloween for me became a holiday legends are made of, a bit mushy you’re probably thinking…too bad.
My mom would pack my costume in one of those large paper shopping bags (with handles). It was quite the production traveling with it on the school bus, it meant everything to me. All the kids would bring their costumes, then we were allowed to dress up after lunch. The small elementary kids were allowed to dress in one of the furnace rooms, sounds creepy I know…to this day I can clearly remember toting that heavy bag and holding on to it for dear life.
Once dressed we had to parade through all the other class rooms…all of about four.
It was a day from heaven; puffed wheat cake, rice krispie squares, assorted treats. (when I was in grade one my teacher, who shall remain nameless because she was a total bitch, made candy apples, I still remember them, so I guess she did one thing right.
The only thing that made the day better was going home and carving pumpkins!
I can honestly say I was, and still am the most boring pumpkin carver on the face of the earth. I first learned to do the old triangle eyes and nose face, and still do it to this day, perhaps out of nostalgia more than anything.
Trick-or-Treating as a kid… didn’t really happen. We grew up on a farm, so that made it a challenge, but it likely didn’t help matters any that my mom viewed it as begging. I did it once when I was about eleven … I stayed over night in town at a friends place. It was awesome. From that day forward I have always loved FREE, lol
I love horror movies, not the stupid gory crap, but the stuff that will keep you thinking and watching it over and over again. Anything supernatural is always a delicious creep out. Witches, ghosts, and zombies that run way too fast. One year I booked Halloween off so I could stay home all day and watch horror movies, it was fabulous!
In the 60’s I grew up watching Charlie Brown, he and I have a long history together.
I think about Halloween all year-long, it’s clearly the best holiday ever invented. In grade three I dressed as a witch and remember playing a stupid game where we were supposed to “sound” like what we were dressed as, of course I began to cackle like a witch, at the age of eight, lol. I got funny looks and the teacher said”oh my”… dork. Every year after that I dressed as a witch.
The past few years I have volunteered at a local haunted house, acting of course, nothing better than making people scream and laugh all at the same time. http://haunted.missionartscouncil.ca/ If you live in my area check it out, it’s the best local haunt around.
The mother inside smiles a lot and hugs her children every day, and tells them she loves them. She reads them a story every night and sings to them quietly until they fall asleep.
The mother inside spends countless hours playing with her children; she will sit on the floor with them, at their level and pretend for hours, delighting in their laughter and silliness. She has never forgotten what it is like to be a child and has many fond memories from her own childhood.
The mother inside lets her children help in the kitchen when she is cooking and baking. She sets a chair beside the cupboard so they can roll out cookies and help peel potatoes. She loves having them at her side, and warms at the thought they will do this with their own children some day.
The mother inside finds joy in the small things, like doing laundry for her family, cooking, cleaning, because she knows that some day they will do the same for her. She knows that her children will appreciate all the things she has done for them while they are growing up.
The mother inside does not spank or yell at her children, but instead try’s to reason with them in a way they will understand. She is patient and kind, with endless hours spent reading parenting magazines and books, become even more amazing than she already is.
The mother inside goes to every parent/teacher interview, volunteers for the school and drives her children to countless activities after school. She is never late with breakfast and loves putting little surprises in their lunch bags along with homemade cookies and sandwiches.
The mother inside makes their Halloween costumes each year, and bakes goodies to hand out for treats.
The mother inside goes shopping with her daughter for a prom dress, they have lunch at a restaurant, and laugh about the movie they want to see together. She is proud and filled with joy to have a daughter so loving and kind.
The mother inside is radiant with happiness, as she attends the graduation ceremony for her children, and marvels at how grown up they look on the stage. They smile and wave at her, blowing invisible kisses that melt her heart.
The mother inside is there every time her son and daughter need a hug of encouragement or want to forget the terrible date they just had. She smiles and says, “everything will work out”, even after one of her children says she is stupid and a terrible mother. She does not cry because she knows they are saying it in a fit of rage, and it doesn’t really count.
The mother inside does not exist.
There is no getting around it, zombies are here to stay, as ugly as they are we love them. They have become a way of life for a gazillion of us. Even before The Walking Dead rolled into Hollywood, they were popular, but now…..well, we see them everywhere.
Zombies have that special way of saying I love you, as their shit smelling breath gets close to your pale juicy skin.
And lets not forget about the ones who are missing body parts and still manage to walk around like nothing is wrong……..I wonder what kind of zombie the Terminator would have made?
Zombies used to be people before the apocalypse hit.
Life is good not being a zombie, I can blink, I’m pretty sure most days I don’t smell like a corpse, and it’s been awhile since I chewed an ear off.
Then again, who knows what tomorrow will bring.
When you were 10, what did you want to be when you grew up? What are you now? Are the two connected?
At that age all I wanted to be was an artist. The walls of my bedroom were covered with cartoons, Snoopy and Charlie Brown being my favorite. Construction paper and masking tape were my friends, along with pencil crayons and cardboard.
The other thing I wanted to be was an archaeologist digging for lost treasure, I thought it was the coolest thing ever. When I was around ten or twelve, I buried a small box of trinkets so I could have the fun of digging it up. This part of the quest I found rather boring, because I already knew where the treasure lay. I also buried a dead mouse, but never did find the bones, that was very disappointing.
I have been an artist my whole life, and have dabbled in many different mediums. I don’t make my living at it, but it will always be a passion in my life.
I didn’t become an archaeologist, but also remain interested in anything to do with this field of study. The very mention of the word Egyptology, and I’m still conjuring up treasure digs in my head.
For me, these two passions will always be connected, they have defined who I am; who knows, maybe one of these years I may be lucky enough to develop an ancient curse of my own, 🙂
If a restaurant were to name something after you, what would it be? Describe it. (Bonus points if you give us a recipe!)
Photographers, artists, poets: show us DINNER.
My daily quest is developing a really good vegan sausage, one that makes you go, “mmm, that’s really good”. My baked tofu is like that, when I make a batch of it, I could eat the whole damn thing at once.
I realize I’m not answering the question of the day, but hey, I’m a food radical at heart, so I have nothing to lose here. This post is about food, so that’s close enough for me.
For those of you who are vegan you know what I’m talking about. What’s out there is not that great, and the brands that do taste “ok”, are so overpriced they stop a person from truly enjoying the experience. Yesterday while shopping I spied the brand I’ve been wanting to try, on sale, but it still worked out to $1.00 a sausage, and that’s just silly.
It prompted me to once more, try to come up with a recipe that will satisfy the taste buds and go easy on the coin purse.
I have the rest of this week before I start my new job, so I have time to putter and have fun.
If I think it’s something to crow about I will post the recipe, because I know I’m not the only one out there who would rather hug than eat the cow.
A couple of weekends ago we did the camping thing and loved it, we can’t wait to go back. It was the inspiration for this list, so it comes from the heart, lol.
After spending time with a group of people, do you feel energized and ready for anything or do you want to hide in the corner with a good book?
For me it will always depend on the type of group I’m with. If it’s an event I’m totally interested in, I’ll go home feeling energized and inspired. On the other hand, if it’s a group of people I have nothing in common with, it will be very draining to be around them, and I’ll defiantly feel like hiding when I leave.
This isn’t me, but it sure describes how I would feel.
What’s your favorite part about visiting a new place — the food? The architecture? The people watching?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us NEW.
As much as I love food, I’d have to say its architecture and people watching. I could sit for hours, in a comfortable spot, watching humans do their thing, it’s an education all on its own.
Listening to them talk, even though I may not understand the language, just the sound they make is interesting to me. The cloths they wear, the interaction with each other, maybe I was a shrink in another life.
I also have an appreciation for old buildings and the history behind them, churches and cemeteries are two favorites of mine.
All in all I would have a great time, I’ve always felt I was an explores at heart. 🙂
Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us INSPIRATION.
Last Sunday we traveled to Victoria for my mother in-laws birthday, she is 93 today. I took photos of the event and captured her family having fun, being grateful they have their mum for one more year. She is a true inspiration, and we love her for it.
We had a really nice time, a lot of laughing, the sun was shining, a great day.
Who is the one person you hope isn’t reading your blog? Why?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us OUTSIDE.
There really isn’t anyone I don’t want to be here. I hope everyone comes here, lol. If I write in the blogosphere, its open season, that’s the way I look at it. If you really want to stay private, don’t own a computer.
When I walk Molly I sometimes snap random photos.
This wall is in the parking lot of a community shelter, it makes quite the statement.
These are not exciting, but they did make me think. The window with the bars is someone’s home, I was at street level looking down. Not really the view most of us dream about when we are having our coffee Sunday morning.
If the world worked on a barter system, how would you fare? Would you have services to barter? Would you be successful, or would you struggle?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SKILL.
The world on a barter system, hmm… people helping each other, what a concept. I’d like to think I’d be ok, I’m fairly well-rounded when it comes to skills. This all really depends if our world would be the same as it is now. Do we still have modern conveniences, have we moved back one hundred years?
I don’t mind helping out, I like being part of a “team effort for the good of the whole”, sort of thing.
Why don’t we go one step farther, and say that the human race has realized consuming animal products is a thing of the past. The planet we live on can no longer support the millions of “animals”, we raise for food.
There would certainly be an opportunity to help people understand this new way of eating. I’m always trying new vegan foods, I love experimenting, so I would certainly have services to offer in this area.
I can plant a garden, even though my rows are crooked, I’ve never thought the carrots minded being extra close to the beets. If a riot in the veggie patch is the least of our worries, I think we’ll be ok.
Cake decorating, sewing, painting walls, I’m pretty sure I’d think of something to offer. Most of us are able to do more than we think. In this crazy modern world, it’s easy for “manual skills”, to be looked upon as non-essential. When it comes right down to it… I take comfort in knowing I’d be able to do more than “push a button”, waiting for the replicator to make my cheesecake.
Finish this sentence: “When I look in the mirror, I . . . “
Photographers, artists, poets: show us MIRRORED.
When I look in the mirror, I see an incredibly talented person with wrinkles deep enough to require a putty knife. What’s the point in having a magic mirror, one that makes you look younger, when all it’s doing is telling you a lie?
I’ve never felt the need to be fake, I don’t have the patience. It takes far more time to be dishonest, than it does to tell the truth.
The next bit is something I wrote about ten years ago, it still makes me chuckle. It doesn’t really have anything to do with mirrors, but rather being truthful about who we are. It seems a good companion, along with my musings for the day.
THE THREE F’S OF LIFE
FAME: While many people think fame is reserved for the likes of Movie Stars, Astronauts, and Politicians, the real significance of the word is best illustrated by the life of the Rock Star. Rock Stars live the life most of us only dream about. Too much money at a relatively young age with little regard for people punching a time clock.
Endless trips to exotic parts of the world complete with giant bugs and tour buses that do not have flush toilets.
Mobs of screaming young women who want to have your baby, all the while trying to tear a piece of your clothing off, even if it’s the sweaty underwear you’ve had on for the past two days.
Listening to the pleas of loyal fans tell you that if you sign your name “Elvis” any where on their body, they will love you forever.
And last but not least, you get to go back to your high school’s twentieth reunion wearing sequined pants, a black velvet shirt, and hair that once belonged to someone else.
FORTUNE: Finding one’s fortune in life can take us down many roads, with very different results.
A sudden wind fall in the lottery might bring a feeling of bliss, until we realize our “friend” ratio has dramatically increased overnight.
Some people run away to join the circus in hopes of finding their fortune, only to realize that walking behind the elephants with a large shovel probably wasn’t one of the brighter decisions they made in life.
The stock market is another area where the “risk taker” will invest a large amount of money in a company that sells a breakfast cereal made from tree bark, only to have the environmentalists close the company down using the slogan, “Your Kids Are Eating Mother Nature”.
Treasure seekers are perhaps the ultimate in fortune hunters. They run after clues hundreds of years old, all the while trying to convince the host country they are merely hacking apart the mountain side looking for inexplicably large rodents.
FRIEND: The word “friend” is highly misused these days. People use it in the lamest of circumstances. Bumping into someone on the street and then saying, “Sorry friend” is a sure-fire way of having the person look at you like they’d rather smack you in the head than put you on their Christmas list.
Politician’s will use the word friend so often, that by the end of the campaign most of us are ready to get out of the political circle and put our efforts toward supporting something less phony like a religious cult.
While in school many of us developed a circle of so-called friends who wasted no time in telling other “friends” that we French kissed the principal, smoked pot in the gym, and drilled a hole in the bathroom wall so we could all enjoy a sneak preview, all this in the span of one day.
Those of us who know what the word really means will understand that a “friend” is someone who will still think you are the greatest person on earth even after your rock star phase didn’t turn out quite like you’d planned, and they will not laugh at you when you tell them you once walked behind an elephant.
Tell us something most people probably don’t know about you.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us MYSTERIOUS.
I’ve had a keen interest in Egyptology since I was a little kid, maybe it comes from watching one too many Abbott and Costello movies, lol. I loved the idea of treasure hunting and uncovering lost civilizations.
I’m also a big fan of Vincent Price. Many of his films were so cheesy, but we still love them. And yes, I loved watching them when I was a kid, obviously I had a varied childhood. 🙂
What’s not to love, Kermit the frog and the master of horror. The day Kermit lost his dad was the saddest day ever.
I love to garden, even though I can’t grow house plants worth a crap, lol.
There we go, just a sample of the mystery girl!
What makes a blog great? What makes you follow a blog or “Like” a post?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us GREATNESS.
I would say there has to be something that sparks my interest in the first three seconds. Is that being an impatient jerk? I’ve run across so many that I like, and those I keep reading over and over again. The blogging experience has been a mind opener for me, and I am richer for it.
I like blogs that talk about mother nature, or photos of her greatness. Travel blogs are also fun to go through. When they are well done they make me feel like I am riding along. Blogs that go beyond “skin deep” are intriguing, something completely random always gets my attention.
Reading about life on the farm, or recipes to go with it will always grab my attention, it’s in my blood and I love it!
Cats, what can I say. The world would be a much sadder placer without them. 🙂