Monday, June 25, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG/coffee, a dog treat and the missing toast

This morning my husband was up early, made coffee, and took the dogs out. A chore that I usually do every morning. So I stayed in bed a little longer, enjoying the reprieve I was given... not to mention trying to recapture the dreams, that I had last night, or was it early this morning, since I woke up about three or four times during the course of the night..  which makes for another blog altogether, because dreaming is what I do best..

So getting back to my story.... I was just about to close my eyes again, when suddenly the door opened and my dog Clyde jumps up on the bed. And of course following behind him, was my other dog Ralph, whom my husband had to lift up onto the bed, because he was too fat to jump.

My dogs were licking my face, making it impossible for me to go back to sleep, So I played with them for a little while, and that's when my husband brought me a cup of coffee. He sat it down on the bureau next to me, and at the same time handed me something to eat, only to realize it wasn't for me, it was  a dog treat, for the dogs.  Now who was confused..that my husband would actually mistake me for one of our dogs.  Was he dreaming, or um hoping.  So we laughed about it for a few minutes...  And that's when he told me what happened yesterday.

He had taken the margarine out of the refrigerator and placed it on the counter. He then put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster.

When the toast was finished, he buttered it. But when he went to get his toast, it wasn't there, only the margarine was still sitting on the counter. And yes he sometimes misplaces his coffee cup as well.. but that makes for another story.

So now he's looking all over for his toast, baffled about what happened.. so he went back into the kitchen, and noticed the margarine was still sitting on the counter. He opened the refrigerator to put the margarine on the shelf, only to discover that's where his toast was sitting all the time. Now who was the one

And that story for me will always be FOREVER YOUNG

Sunday, June 17, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG/words can be powerful

The power of words.  Words can drastically change someone's life, for the good or the bad.

Everyday, someone's life is affected by words.

So how do you feel about words...

This is how I feel.

Words can build character. They give you strength, and challenge you. They can make you feel undefeated and powerful.  Words can make you happy and excited, given you that warm feeling inside. Words can make you feel whole.

But words can also make you feel weak and miserable. They can alienate you from others. making you feel lonely and sad. Words can destroy your dignity. They can make you feel rejected and non-existent.

Yes words can be powerful, because good or bad ones, can and will influence your life.

for ex...Newspapers,  Television,  Films.  Schools, Churches, and  Government ..  These industries, and their words affect mine, and your life, because they influence our decisions and opinions.

And on a personal level, Husbands, and Wives. Boyfriends and Girlfriends. Friends and Family.
Their words also affect mine, and your life, and have influence on our decisions and opinions.  but most importantly they have influence over our heart..

Yes words are powerful, and  have a way of making or breaking a person.

Therefore for me, words will always be influential, and  FOREVER YOUNG


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG/fighting with the generic scotch tape

Okay, I don't know if this has ever happened to you, but this morning I had a fight with my generic scotch tape....

So here's the story... I went to the post office to mail my husband's registration fee for his truck. After I bought the stamp, I couldn't remember if he signed the card or not, so yes you guessed it,.. I carefully opened the envelope, and long and behold, it was signed. But then of course, I couldn't seal the envelope again, and the Post Office no longer gave you tape,  they used to, but not you have to buy it from them.

And since I had to go to the store anyway, to buy some items, I would buy it there..

Only after I made my purchases and was already sitting in my car, I forgot to buy the tape.  So I went back to the store, purchased the tape and made my way back to the post office.

Now I'm sitting in my car, and opening the tape, but when I tried to break it from it's holder, it wouldn't budge. I tried everything, pulling it, twisting it,  and just short of biting it off, because my teeth might break in the process... and who needs a dentist bill. right

And that's when I noticed like many tape holders should have, but this one didn't have, was a rough rigid edge that breaks the tape. I had bought a defective tape. Go figure that one, it could only happen to me.

And I wasn't about to drive back to the store and return it, not for a $1 39... the gas alone, would cost more. So I kept struggling with the tape, until suddenly a lightbulb went off in my brain. I remembered putting a scissor in my handbag last week, to cut paper for a birthday present.

Searching through my handbag, hoping it was still there, I found it buried underneath all of my makeup, I was now able to detach the tape from it's holder.

This little unscheduled episode,  took at least ten minutes. I could have been home, and having another cup of coffee by then, or maybe eating lunch... lol.

So yes, The generic scotch tape episode, will always be FOREVER YOUNG

Sunday, June 10, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG/writers have a difficult job, but..

I'm having serious writer's block.. now I wonder,  is it because my ideas are just disappearing from my mind.....  this too shall pass... lol.

So here is my theory.

Writer's have a difficult job. They need to be creative. They have to come up with original ideas, or take an old idea and reconstruct it, to make it feel new. They also have to make their readers happy, and make sure they want to keep reading their stories.

But that's the beauty of being a writer.. They can use their imagination, make up places and characters.  Or use real characters and circumstances, and write  about them in a creative non-fiction way.

Writer's  can take the reader on a journey, long or short. They make it possible for the reader to travel, to feel, to fantasize, through the written word.  What a great reward for the writer.

And without writer's,  there wouldn't be stories,  films,  or plays.. there wouldn't be journalist,  reporters, or documentaries. And even advertisers need writers to promote their products.

And let's not forget the editor, who the writer depends on, and vice versa for publication.

Writer's are artist.  They are full of creativity, and want to keep on writing for as long as they can, no matter how old they are.

So I'm proud to call myself a writer, but in the same content, it can be a very difficult job, but I don't mine.

Because I love the arts. I love the written word. But most of all I love the freedom to express myself, and to be able to put my words on paper, knowing that I've created something worthwhile to be proud of.

And therefore, writing will always be my passion, not necessarily my bread and butter, but one can only hope that one day it will be, after all I'm only human, right?


Saturday, June 2, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG-Lump Lard and Pee Bucket

Well you might be wondering why I chose these two words.  Well people have nicknames like my husband for instance, his real name is Arthur, but from the time he was born, he was called Skip. And my name is Margaret, but my friends call me Margo, So a while back I decided to nickname my dogs, Ralph and Clyde.

Ralph I named lump lard because all he does is eat.  That's right. Whenever it's time for dinner he runs and gets my husband to let him know it's time to eat. I mean he gets so excited that he actually gets some exercise by running back and forth, or pulling at my husbands hand to lead him to the table, and if my husband is downstairs in the basement, he runs down the stairs and barks at him. He can be pretty bossy.  when he wants to eat his food....

Now for Clyde.... His nickname is pee bucket because no matter how many times I let him out, he has to pee on everything, and I mean everything. There isn't one tree, branch and grass left dry. I guess he has to let everyone know this is his property, and  he's the boss, so you better watch out, or else..  I never knew a dog could have so much pee in him. And one day, I just started calling him pee bucket, of course he doesn't answer to that, but I know he knows, that's his nickname and he's stuck with it...

So  my dog Ralph, lump lard, and Clyde, pee bucket will always be FOREVER YOUNG