It’s start of the holiday season, and just coming off of the bazillion Thanksgiving posts from grateful people, we are now inundated with posts of people’s decorated Christmas trees.
I, for one, boycott decorating for Christmas until the first weekend in December. I say “boycott” with love and affection because I just can’t enjoy one holiday by rushing into another. And truthfully, I still haven’t put away all my dishes from Thanksgiving yet, so I’m not ready to make another mess in my home without cleaning up from the one I already have right in front of me.
And besides, there’s still ONE more unnamed holiday event that I need to get through before putting up the tree and lights. Mother Nature sponsors this magnificent occasion, and yet it doesn’t get a special date on the calendar. Instead, we recognize this as an entire SEASON of colorful joy, known simply as…
View original post 1,267 more words
The Angry Generation-Xer. Copyright© T. Riggs 2016
If I had any alter-ego that fulfilled all the animosity of my psyche not being addressed by the bitchy 15 year old that forever resides in a quiet corner of my brain – it would be The Angry Generation-Xer. Juxtaposed, the two give balance to my anger. The 15 year old is the thinker, re-watching old movies, re-reading books, and providing a running commentary when she finds something particularly annoying or amusing. The Generation-Xer is the drill sergeant.
I remember in my early-twenties, first hearing the term “generation-x” and wondering, first; why the heck we needed to label it, I mean real 1980’s recession survivors took a seam-ripper to their Members Only jackets to remove the logo. Kids in the 80’s refused to be labels and walking advertisements. Anarchy was the way… we were too cool to have labels.
View original post 357 more words
I stand across from you
in our tiny studio apartment
letting the silence fill up the space
as I wonder what happened to us.
We used to be inseparable,
but now we’re ghost, haunting each other
waiting on faith like Jack and Rose
onboard the Titanic.
I wonder if one our cats could talk,
what they would say?
They probably would say what we were
too scared to say.
That this is over.
There’s no going back.
You can’t put a Band Aid
in a gaping hole.
So, I stand across from you
in our tiny studio apartment.
Between us an ocean of unhappiness
waiting for a life raft.
WAYS TO SAY “I LOVE YOU”
SIMPLE LESSONS IN SIGN LANGUAGE
WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE ON EARTH?
Throughout the years, many have wonder of what our “first contact” with extraterrestrial life (alien) will be like. Will they be friendly? Will they be hostile? How will they look like? How will the general public regard these celestial beings? Will they understand our language and accept our humanity? Such questions have always been asked amongst the masses from the average “Joe Everyman” to prolithic scientists to powerful world leaders. While Earth has yet to have alien visitors arrive to our planet, Hollywood (over the years) has offered plenty of cinematic sci-fi representation of such an event with feature films, including film adaptations H.G. Well’s War of the Worlds (there’s being several movie adaptations of this), Close Encounters of the Third Kind, District 9, The Day the Earth Stood Still (both the original and remake), and Independence Day just to name a few…
View original post 1,563 more words
I attended a child safety and protection course for sport clubs yesterday. It was something I felt I should do in my volunteer role. Now, I did not have many details. All I knew was that it was all about creating or making policies of sports club that are in place stricter and the environment for the children involved safer.
Maybe it’s my way of thinking but for some reason I expected them to talk about uneven grounds, twisted ankles, maybe issues with overly excited parents, referees other players. But I didn’t expect to talk about sexual abuse.
View original post 1,184 more words
I have been thinking about how much I’ve learned since I started blogging and it actual amazes me the knowledge I’ve gained since January. I considered myself quite knowledgeable in the area of food and nutrition just as a person who likes to be well informed and enjoys learning. However, I have never learned so much about food and nutrition so much as I have just in the past nine months alone. I considered myself one of those people who knew what I should be doing but just wasn’t doing it. I was too lazy or my willpower just wasn’t good enough to compete with “healthy” eating. I have felt that way since the beginning of high school when I saw a doctor as they were concerned that my thyroid may be under active and that my numbers were a little bit under what was considered normal. I vividly remember…
View original post 1,806 more words
Mom peeling apples to can.
Living poor had its drawbacks, but it also had its rewards. The twelve of us kids learned to work hard and to value work and the rewards work provided. We valued the school clothes that we worked to pay for, and the meals we raised together in our garden. We had chores to do in the mornings and evenings, and we are better people because we were taught to work and be responsible. At the end of the day, we shared stories and adventures as we sat around a large table for a family meal.
Mom loved variety and she loved to try things. She loved to read recipe books and loved to experiment with different flavors. She was blessed to be married to a man who also liked to try things, and he encouraged her culinary experiments. Sometimes he would bring things home for…
View original post 736 more words