Poetry Mondays – Meta Me by Ryan Fu


When did the online

version of me

become better than

the real me.

There’s something wrong

with the world 

when people want to hang out 

via Skype.

Where we spend half our lives

looking at nugget porn


grumpy cats

watching untalented people

making a fool of themselves

to extend their 15 mins of whoring.

Don’t I have enough pixels,

aren’t I better than HD quality? 

Didn’t I receive enough 

likes on my page?

How many followers do you need

to be consider someone to like? 

Fuck your LEFT


RIGHT swipe

The Oracle was right 

we’re all trapped 

in cyber purgatory 

permanently signed on

for whole world to judge

as our footsteps gets traced,




without us even knowing


consenting to it.

Building a case

that the real you



      the virtual you 

is much better

because they can

     control you.




the real me

will disappear 

into Matrix

leaving behind 

my digital footprint


my Google searches

for Carrot Top.




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The Modern Caveman by Christina B (BLW Contributor)



There continues to live a bit of caveman in us today, I think. The man of our house, for one, loves making a wood fire whether it’s in a fireplace or for a barbecue or simply for the sake of having a sociable ambience fire, and I love having a wood fire just as much. Staring into the flames of a cosy fire while time seems to stand still for a while is mesmerising, comforting, peaceful and very social. Nothing rushes us as we sit around a camp fire maybe with a glass of wine and life slows down for a while, bringing us back to nature and the people around us.  Television or mobile phones are superfluous, the company of the fire which has a life of its own and those around us are enough. It takes us back to a time where daily activities ended with last light and everyone would gather around the fire at night to share stories and life would slow down for a while.

The smell of a friendly wood fire triggers happy memories of sitting around a camel thorn wood camp fire whilst holidaying in Namibia, a hard wood that would burn slowly with its own particular magical smell. It’s something I’ve loved doing from my childhood days. Sometimes in Namibia in the middle of winter in freezing temperatures we sat around a camp fire at night but it was so bitterly cold that only the part of your body which faced the fire stayed warm. Every so often after you’d warmed your hands over the fire you’d have to turn around to warm your back because it would have got cold in the meantime, and so you’d continue to keep turning around every few minutes to try to keep warm. And no camp fire was complete without having toasted some sticky sweet marshmallows on sticks.

One of our camel thorn wood camp fires in Etosha, Namibia, on our last visit there

One of our camel thorn wood camp fires in Etosha, Namibia, on our last visit there

Where cavemen might have looked at the sun askance and murmured amongst each other over the weather, we now have weather apps predicting and forecasting what we can expect. We have weather stations telling us current, minimum and maximum temperatures and weather channels on TV with long-term forecasts. My husband loves weather stats, amongst others, and always updates us on the latest forecasts, especially when we’re away from home. The weather station goes along on holiday and gets moved around to different locations for different readings in an attempt to find the ideal location, such as under the front veranda of the tent or beside the tent in the shade.

Recently when we stayed at Donnelly River, an old mill village in the Southwest of Western Australia, in an old timber miller’s cottage we had the opportunity to enjoy some lovely wood fires again. Lying nestled in a little valley, the village gets colder than the surrounding area and with tall Karri trees that have grown to about 30 metres all around, the sun sets early and as soon as it does the temperature dips quickly. Our caveman was in his element when he was able to light us two fires every night – one in the fireplace and another in the old wood fired kitchen stove. Collecting the kindle and firewood supply of varying thickness was a daily activity with which Child No 3 was tasked to help dutifully every time, much the same as it would have been in years gone by and great was the joy – mine included – when the little timber cottage started heating up and in the early morning cold we’d try to warm our hands over the fire inside the old kitchen stove. We teased him over his unabated joy and pride in having made us the fires, true caveman style, but we enjoyed having those fires in equal measure.

The old wood fire kitchen stove

The old wood fired kitchen stove

The old wood fired kitchen stoveA trip away wouldn’t be complete without the weather station going along though, so we had accurate temperature data all along, but it was quite entertaining when we were very proudly told the actual stats of a 0.1°C temperature increase inside the cottage not long after the fire in the old kitchen stove got going and I realised that even though we love all the temperature gages and modern gadgets that our technological age provides, deep down there still lives a bit of caveman in us, which really makes us but modern cavemen and which will hopefully live on in years to come. It’s great to take a step back sometimes and appreciate things in life that really matter, albeit with the aid of some mod cons.

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Happy Thanksgiving by The Ivory Tide (BLW Contributor)


national-lampoon-s-christmas-vacation-national-lampoons-christmasvacation-31459765-1500-997Happy Thanksgiving to all my followers and anyone from around the globe who happens by. This is my favorite time of year and if you know me just a little by now, well, I’m not so serious. I love a good laugh. The movie Christmas Vacation always had us in stitches, especially the antics of the good-hearted character played by Chevy Chase. My father used to tell me, “You know Mike reminds me of Chevy Chase.” Mike, of course, is my husband. Yep, I had to agree with my Dad. So every time I see him in a movie I think of my husband. Thanks Dad, I’m grateful. I guess God knew I needed laughter in my life.

There’s something about Dads in our life. You go to them for those important conversations in your life. We save them for the big stuff and then we never talk about it again. Our mother’s are there for us every step of the way, and we even call them mommy when we are teens. Somehow this makes us feel good. Now I’m one to believe that these roles can be reversed, so you see I use this loosely. A father can be more motherly and vice versa. People give us different things in life, some gifts, some pleasure, some outright trouble, and then, the special ones give us love. And we keep going back for more of that, right!?

Please think about this on this special holiday celebrated in America. I believe the little ones want more of your love along with boundaries and restrictions. They don’t want to be told no and how awful they are. Try to lift your little ones up and give less put downs. Think about yourself and how you’d like to be treated. Families don’t live by each other anymore, so grandparents don’t get to be a big part of the little ones lives. One of the common threads for my husband and myself in our life was grandparents. We were especially close to them. They gave us unconditional love. Always. I think children lack this now a days. What do I know? My family life is not perfect, but I do keep trying and loving.

I think knowing you are loved is a primary gift we get in life and some kids don’t have that. I am grateful for my parents, all their love and support they gave me throughout the years. They were supposed to be here with my family this year and we are sorry they couldn’t be here. Instead they are with one of their children, my brother, who needs them more. That’s the kind of parents they have always been, supportive til the end of time at their own expense. We love you mom and dad, forever. Miss you, too. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

Now to lighten things up a bit. Have you ever heard of a turkey vulture? I hadn’t until I moved south many years ago. When you finally see one you will never forget them. They hang out in groups and love to perch themselves on the rooftops of homes or high in the trees. If you spot one or ten, then know that something big has died in your vicinity! Take a look.

turkey-vultures_nick_toddBy Kim Troike

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More Fall Colors! by Smiling Notes (BLW Contributor)



I cannot believe it’s November already! Which means winter is approaching soon…but please, pretty please can I make Fall stay with me forever!?

I must have said this a hundred times before that Fall is my favorite season! Especially for east coasters where the winter can get pretty brutal at times. Now that the Halloween festivities are over, everyone will be geared up for the upcoming black friday sales and Thanksgiving. For people like me who celebrate ‘Diwali’ – the Hindu festival of Lights (which is just around the corner) it is yet another reason to enjoy!!

Ok…so enough of my ramble…getting to the point – I captured these photos over the past few days. I kid you not, once I literally made the hubby stop the car as we were driving by so I could go all bat-shit crazy clicking photos! Now I know that certain states like New Hampshire or Maine get the prettiest fall colors (there’s no denying that) but New Jersey and New York get fascinating glimpses of Fall too!

Loving the beautiful bed of leaves –


By far, this is my favorite pic –  

They say ‘Fall is a second Spring…when every leaf is a flower’so I am enjoying this ‘second spring’ as much as I can because honestly, even though I love snow…it can truly get depressing in the winter sometimes. Hope this post added a little bit of extra color in your lives the way it did for me! 

Keep smiling!

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Confession: I read “too much” and I don’t care by A Novel Glimpse (BLW Contributor)



This past weekend was the first weekend in a couple of months that my family had some down time. We weren’t camping, vacationing, birthday partying or sucked into any other commitment. I actually got to stay in my pajamas and read one day.

It was probably around noon that lounging day when my husband said something to me that he’s said to many times before:

“You read too much.”

I always hate when he says that to me. Partly because I know it’s true. Partly because it makes me feel guilty and embarrassed. It makes me feel like I need to stop reading so much.

I mean, I get why he thinks I read too much. Reading is a physically lazy hobby. You’re sitting or lying there with a book in your hand. I do try to read while walking on the treadmill a lot just to make up for the time I spend sitting with a book.

I’ll admit I spend a ton of time reading. It’s probably too much. Most of it is at night after my daughter goes to bed and my husband’s watching T.V. I explain it to people by saying he watches stuff I don’t like, so I read instead of watching with him. While that’s true, there are better reasons.

I really do love to read. I try to explain it is like watching a movie, only better. Non-readers don’t get this. Wouldn’t it be better to have an actual picture of what’s going on instead of imagining it? My answer is no, it’s not. There are so many emotions that cannot be shown simply by acting. Unless there is a narrator, you’re not in the characters heads like you are in books.

A prime example of that would be Fifty Shades of Grey. I remember reading the book and becoming sucked in by Ana’s emotions. They made the book for me. Her emotions are what kept me reading. I recently watched the movie. I have to be honest. The movie and its lack of emotions made me rethink how I felt about the book. (I don’t like it as much as I did before.) Instead of it being about the emotional connection Ana and Christian had, all I saw was the sex. And it wasn’t a pretty picture. Lack of emotions ruined it.

Also, books usually include more than movies. Anything imaginable can happen in a book. Not everything can physically happen in a movie. It’s gotten better with the special effects that are being created, but it’s not as good some authors’ imaginations. Then, there is the time constraint of two to two and a half hours. Most books take longer than that to read.

But that’s not even the real reason I read.

I read to feel.

Some people might label it escaping the norm, but it’s about feeling something for me. In my early twenties, everything was new and exciting. Once I started working full-time things started changing. Every day was similar. I used to yearn for the weekends and finding something exciting to do. Then, I got married, had my daughter and became a stay-at-home mom. While there were many exciting milestones, there was also a lot of boredom. My mind was used to the fast-paced work environment. Now, there wasn’t a lot of mental stimulation. I turned to reading to keep my mind sharp.

As I started reading, I discovered new authors and books. I found authors like Colleen Hoover, Jessica Park and Ginger Scott, that had me feeling. I felt so many emotions that I hadn’t in such a long time: first love, longing, heartbreak, etc. While I wouldn’t want my life to be any different from it is now, it was nice to be reminded of feelings I felt in my younger years when everything was new and exciting all the time. It made me appreciate my current life even more.

So, what I guess I’m trying to say through this long and rambling post is that I’m okay with reading “too much.” I’m not going to stop because it truly makes me happy. I know not everyone will understand my love for it, but that doesn’t matter. And the next time my husband says I read too much, I’m going to say,

“You spend too much time in the garage, snowmobiling, watching T.V., on the computer…”

Maybe that will help put things in perspective because life is too short not to do the things you love. And I love reading.

**Update: I feel the need to add to this post that my husband is an amazing guy. We normally “get” each other.  My obsession with reading is one area where we don’t always see eye to eye. He’s not a reader, so how could he understand? I hope my comeback at the end of this post doesn’t seem too sassy. It’s really just my way of putting my love of reading in a way he would understand.

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Be Thankful Poem



Be Thankful

Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire,
 If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don’t know something
. For it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times. 
During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations
Because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge
Because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes
 – They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you’re tired and weary. 
Because it means you’ve made a difference.

It is easy to be thankful for the good things.
 A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are
also thankful for the setbacks.

GRATITUDE can turn a negative into a positive. 
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles
and they can become your blessings.

The Great American Smokeout – Five Ways to Get Ready to Quit Smoking (Tell us how you quit the habit)



Thursday is the American Cancer Society’s Great American Smokeout and it’s another opportunity for smokers to give up the habit once and for all.

The Smokeout encourages people to quit or make a plan to quit.

Don’t quit quitting. It’s never to late to stop. Maybe you’ve said these phases to yourself and just need a little more support to finally quit smoking for good.

Five Ways to Get Ready to Quit Smoking

Quitting smoking can be hard, so a good plan can help you get past symptoms of withdrawal. Five steps can help.

  1. Set a quit date. Choose the Great American Smokeout or another quit day within the next 2 weeks.
  2. Tell your family and friends about your quit plan. Share your quit date with the important people in your life and ask for support. A daily phone call, e-mail, or text message can help you stay on course and provide moral support. Try SmokefreeTEXT for 24/7 help on your mobile phone.
  3. Be prepared for challenges. The urge to smoke is short—usually only 3 to 5 minutes. Surprised? Those moments can feel intense. Even one puff can feed a craving and make it stronger. Before your quit day, write down healthy ways to cope.
    • Drink water.
    • Take a walk or ride your bike.
    • Listen to a favorite song or play a game.
    • Call or text a friend.
  4. Remove cigarettes and other tobacco from your home, car, and workplace. Throw away your cigarettes, matches, lighters, and ashtrays. Clean and freshen your car, home, and workplace. Old cigarette odors can cause cravings.

Talk to your pharmacist, doctor, or quitline coach about quit options. Nicotine patches, gum, or other approved quit medication can help with cravings.

Never Too Old by Dave Dyer Coaching (BLW Contributor)



What do you want to be when you grow up? This question is asked a lot when you are in your youth. Some of us find the answer easier than others. Some of us are living a life quite different than what we had envisioned for ourselves in our youth. Myself, I did not see the life I have today. Nor most of the adult life I have had for that matter. Goals change over time. Everyday life and the choices we make sometimes pre-empt any pre-conceived visions for ourselves that we may have had for. Other factors such as self-doubt and lack of confidence can often play a huge part in the makeup of our lives.

I for one, have suffered with these issues for most of my adult life. I never had a clear vision of what I wanted to do. I have had several different careers over the years. I have gained valuable and marketable skills from some, and others that really got me nowhere. I have been down the road of addiction and thankfully was able to finally strike that course out under my own power.

A couple of years ago I started really taking a hard look at myself. I had been married for 26 years, had raised three wonderful children, had a job that was paying the bills. Overall I was comfortable. But I think that was the root problem. I had become complacent and resigned myself to the “This is as good as it gets” mindset. I think a lot of people in my age group can say the same if they chose to really take a hard look at themselves. I love my children dearly and I have never had one regret about being a parent. However, when I started digging into myself, I discovered that I wasn’t happy in my marriage, my career, even my location. When I really started reflecting back, the marriage had not been satisfying to me for a lot of years. I suspect the same held true for my wife at the time as well. We put on a good show most of the time, but there was definitely something missing from the equation. When the last child left for college, that is when it really hit. When you realize that the only thing you really have in common with your significant other is the three lives that you brought into this world, and now that they are up and out, well what’s next?

I walked away. It was not an easy decision by any means. But it was one that I needed to make. Now I am not by any means advocating divorce here. Just giving a little background on my situation. Everyone has their own unique circumstances when it comes to desiring change in their lives. The point I am trying to make here is that if you reach that point when things just do not seem to be as they should, you have the ability within you to change your situation. I am not a Dr. or Psychologist, I just know what has worked for me. We have to be careful at our age (fast approaching 50) that we do not give up on dreams or aspirations because of the lack of confidence in our abilities to achieve them. Just because you have done the same thing for thirty years does not mean you cannot do something else equally well or better. It just takes the right mindset.

Do not let yourself fall into the trap of thinking you are too old, or not qualified to do anything else. You may find on reflection and self-evaluation that you have abilities and talents that have been there all along, just untapped because of making time for everything else all these years. I spent the better part of my adult life in Retail management. I am now a professional photographer. Did I go to school for this? Nope. I have a degree in Management and Marketing. My free time now allows me to pursue my other love. Writing. All of these discoveries came when I started looking at what I could do for myself, and make myself a happier and better person. There is nothing wrong with lifting others up and being a support system for them when needed. But you cannot lose yourself in the meantime. Again it is all in the mindset.

All of these articles on my blog have a pretty recumbent theme. Self-Confidence and how to obtain and maintain it. Ultimately that is what all of this comes down to. Your belief in yourself to be able to accomplish what you want. This holds true with any age group, but as I said I think a lot of us get to this point in our lives and the levels of confidence that we may have had, are not as strong anymore. Just like exercising the body to maintain physical fitness, we need to exercise our minds to maintain emotional fitness. Maintaining positivity, conquering fears, seeking new opportunities for personal and career growth. We all have these abilities. We just have to use the right strategies to implement them.

Please feel free to read my other ramblings on this site and if you find them helpful, feel free to share with others that you think might benefit from them.

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The Beauty of a Cemetery by Life of an El Paso Woman (BLW Contributor)



After visiting a friend in the area recently, I decided to take a walk through the historical Concordia Cemetery in central El Paso. This was the first time I visited. The cemetery began in 1856 when Juana Ascarate, the deceased wife of Chihuahuan trader Hugh Stephenson was buried there. The area was the couple’s home. Around 40 years later, the cemetery increased in popularity. Settlers, civic leaders, ranchers and politicians are also buried here. Concordia was nicknamed “El Paso’s Boot Hill” because it accommodated outlaws and gun fighters. It carried the nickname because a number of them died with their boots on.

Concordia also includes a Buffalo Soldier Memorial dedicated to African American Civil War veterans and various other sections. A section is also dedicated to the Chinese who immigrated to El Paso to help build the intercontinental railroad. The cemetery has separate Catholic, Jewish, Mormon and Masonic sections. According to a radio segment by National Public Radio, the cemetery is 52 acres and around 60,000 are buried at the cemetery. My grandmother’s baby sister, Margarita and other friends of the family were buried there around the late 1930’s or 40’s.

Although I looked on the map, I was confused and unable to find certain graves. Some infamous outlaws who are buried in the cemetery include: “Shotgun” John Collins, L. Bass and John Wesley Hardin. The cemetery hosts events such as ghost tours, a Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) celebration, history walks and other special projects. The cemetery, located at 3700 East Yandell Drive, is open daily from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. during the winter and 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. in the summer. For more info, check out http://www.concordiacemetery.org, texasmountaintrail.com and/or http://www.epcounty.com/history/Concordia.htm

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