Saturday, May 30, 2015

Fun with Friends



Wishing you a weekend filled 
with lots of fun and friends!

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

In the Good Old Summertime

I love music and my life definitely has a soundtrack. Les over at Time Out for Mom is having a Summer Music Fest. I cannot resist that! Come join us and bring your favourite Summer songs. I am bringing mine and Bill's, too. These songs may date us a bit, but it is all about Summer, memories, and fun.

The first song is the song that speaks of Summer to Bill. He was taking a Summer School class in Drafting at his high school. The year was 1970 when this song came out. This song was sung by Eric Burdon and War. The song was a unique mix of Latin, funk, and soul. This was new territory in the music world, but a very successful song.  It was also War's first chart hit, rising to #3 on US charts. Bill brought some wine, so Spill the Wine.



Bill's second Summer song choice was popular that same Summer. It is performed by the British band Mungo Jerry. The song hit #3 on the US Billboard "Hot 100" chart. It was also a worldwide hit, coming in at #1 on charts in both the UK and Canada. This song is considered one of the best singles of all time and is still popular. Here is the classic "Hot" Summer song of 1970, In the Summertime.



My first song choice takes me back to happy childhood memories.  My adolescent years were rooted in Texas and are some of my very best memories. My hero, there was Uncle Eddie, who had just come back from Vietnam. I hung around him every chance I got. We built his bedroom addition onto the house. He made me a great tire swing. He taught me about many things including great rock music. Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR) was Uncle Eddie's favourite band. It quickly became one of my favourites, too. This song speaks strongly to me of warm Summer memories. Let me take you to Green River.  


John Fogerty, of Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR), wrote the song Green River.  He drew on memories from a favourite vacation spot from his childhood. However, the name came from his favourite soda pop, the syrupy Green River. This song was officially certified Gold in 1990 though I thought so back in 1970.

Another Summer song that always takes me there is one that was popular as I graduated high school in 1977. This song topped the Billboard "Hot 100" chart and peaked at #10 on the Easy Listening chart that Summer. This song also went on to win the Grammy Award for 1977 Record of the Year.  Come with me to the mysterious  Hotel California.


Hotel California was written by Don Felder, Glenn Frey, and Don Henley, all who were members of the Eagles. Don Henley is quoted as saying that the song is about "going from innocence to experience". That pretty much sums up our Summer song choices. Here's to Summer...and warm memories. 


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Monday, May 25, 2015

Memorial Day 2015

It is Memorial Day.


Let us remember & honour
those served and those who 
were lost in military service.


And let us never forget those who never came home.

S/SGT. James M. Ray
POW 18 MARCH 68
South Vietnam


Friday, May 22, 2015

TGIF


Among other annoying things this week, the Internet has been out. A road construction crew along with a township crew created a tag team. Apparently they were not in sync because cables were cut that shouldn't have been. This included my Internet connection yesterday. It seems to be resolved, so I hope to be back in business. I have catching up to do, and I hope to see you all this weekend. Wishing you all a wonderful long weekend and a peaceful Memorial Day.

The Internet is still going in and out. I'll be back as soon as the powers that be let me! *sigh* 

Monday, May 18, 2015

Born Without a Tail


By Cayr Ariel Wulff

For much of her life, C. A. Wulff was involved in animal rescue. In this memoir, she shares her own personal rescue stories. As is the case with animal rescue, some of these tales are funny and others are poignant. However, all of them are true.

From early childhood, Cayr was drawn to animals. She sought connections with each animal that entered her life. She helped those that she could, including ill, injured and difficult to place animals. Many of them found a permanent place in the author’s home. Her heart has always been in the right place. 

At this point in her life, the author spends much of her time in advocacy. In addition to her animal books, C.A. Wulff writes for the National Animal Books Examiner, Cleveland Pets Examiner, and her own blog “Up on the Woof”. She also is an artist, utilizing her “yelodoggie” art to share her love of dogs. You can find Cayr Ariel Wulff at yelodoggie.com.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Very Special Street Art


I love art that is colourful and fun. Artist David Zinn offers that. He is a successful conventional artist. However, he has also been sharing his very creative Street Art with Ann Arbor, Michigan since 2001. 

David's "Street Art" consists of chalk, charcoal, and miscellaneous available objects that he finds along the way. One of the things that I really love about his art is that his scenes feature critters. Along with turtles, cats, dogs and others there are many mice seen in David's artwork. However, Philomena the Pig and Sluggo the Monster are often seen, too.  

Ann Arbor is the home of David and his wonderful creations. However, he has been known to travel. If the mood and opportunity strike him, he will create his colourful "Street Art" in other cities and places he visits, too! 

Here are some of the popular images that David has created: 


  







Philomena



&


Sluggo


You can learn more about David and his art at these websites:
David Zinn  zinnart.com 
http://www.zazzle.com/david_zinn/clothing
And also check out,

the interview on Vimeo: vimeo.com/105495329
& the Indiegogo campaign: http://igg.me/at/davidzinn

*Revised and edited from an email, then blogged with the artist's permission.

Friday, May 15, 2015

For BB King & Lucille


BB King
Riley B. King, Berclair, Mississippi
~Legendary Blues Guitarist~
September 16, 1925 -May 14, 2015

"The blues was bleeding the same blood as me."
                                                              ~BB King

You will be deeply missed, BB. 
Thank you & Godspeed.

The Drought

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No one could remember when the last rain came. It doesn’t matter anymore.

First the crops withered. The corn never developed. Then the stalks shriveled and dried up, standing right there in the field.

Once the crops were gone, there was no feed, either. No one would buy the cattle. After they died, the horses did, too. The dogs all ran off, probably to find water since the creeks all dried up. 

That’s when the well went dry. Ma and Pa both passed away then. I think they just lost their will. I don’t know why I am still here. 


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Photo & Flash Fiction Prompt,
100 words or less
"The Drought": 100 words
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sARTurday

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Of Cats & Dreams

                                                                                                                     Chloe Jo


Peacefully sleeping

cat reminds me of sweet dreams; 


hope is borne by dreams.


McGuffy Ann Morris
Haiku #327




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Quote Prompt:
"You cannot look at a 
sleeping cat and feel tense."
                   ~Jane Pauley

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Resident

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Ted delivered the daily newspaper to the residents of the medical facility with dedication and diligence. As he made his rounds, he always took the time to patiently help others with simple tasks. Now in his seventies, Ted had been a resident of the state hospital system his entire life.  

Once, when asked about his family by a hospital employee, Ted looked perplexed. Firmly and emphatically, he answered, “This is my family”.


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Watchin'


Tuesday, May 12, 2015

That's What Cat Moms Do

Yes, it is what we do...
because we love them every day.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Flower Bed

Hope your week is filled with nice surprises!

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother's Love

Diaper pins and teething rings,
and other little baby things,
fevers, earaches, late-night feeding,
toddler tantrums, and bedtime reading.
School days, homework, and scheduled classes,
friends, parties, and field trip passes.
Learning to drive, friends, and the phone,
growing up and out on their own.
The days fly by year into year,
but all is worth it, each one dear.
If history really did repeat,
Moms would do it again, 
in a heartbeat.



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Quote Prompt:
"If evolution really works, how come 
mothers only have two hands?"
                                          ~Milton Berle


For Mothers


This is for the women who love unconditionally, 
making sure the needs of others are met, 
often forsaking their own needs.
This is for her because her pride is not in herself, 
but in those she loves.
This is for mothers whose hearts are whole 
and those whose hearts are broken, 
because both are made of love.
Whether your babies are flesh and blood 
or fur and fuzz, this is for you. 
You deserve this, because 
Love is its own reward.


~Happy Mother's Day~
McGuffy Ann Morris

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Picture Book


Violet sat looking at the big photograph album that was made especially for her. She turned the pages slowly and carefully. There were pictures of weddings, newborn babies, holiday celebrations, and so much more.

Violet enjoyed the beautiful picture book, even though she felt a bit sad. She wished she could remember who these people were.


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Word Prompt: Memories

Thirst

Lee was tired and thirsty. He had walked for miles. Finally, he came across a small service station. Looking around, he saw an old faucet out back.

Relieved, Lee gulped the fresh, cold water before filling his canteen. Knowing it would soon be dark, he then quickly packed up.

As Lee passed the station door, a voice called to him. “Can I help you?”

Lee responded, “No, thanks. I just stopped to get some water from the faucet by the fence.”

Laughing, the voice called back, “Hope you ain’t thirsty. That rusty old faucet ain’t worked in years!”     


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Creative Arts

Pieces of My Mother


A Memoir

By Melissa Cistaro

This book is a very poignant story of a girl growing up without a mother. The truly heartbreaking thing is that the author’s mother chose to leave her. Melissa Cistaro shares how it was to go grow up with this knowledge.

 Throughout her life, Melissa’s mother would come back into her life, only to leave again. In this heartbreaking memoir, the author shares how her mother’s choices affected her. She consistently struggled to connect with her mother but was never quite able to. Melissa tried to find answers as to why her mother kept leaving, and also how to make her stay.

In her mother’s final days, Melissa travels to her bedside. She still hoped to find answers and perhaps a meaningful connection. She finds some unsent letters and searches through them. The letters are to various people in her mother’s life. In the letters, Melissa finally finds some insight into her mother’s thinking. 

This book is a painful portrait of a girl abandoned by a very self-centered woman. However, in spite of her mother's ways, Melissa manages to form a life very different than what she knew. This story also shows how what our parents give us does not have to define us. We decide what does that. 

Friday, May 8, 2015

Fill-In Fun #212

The "Follow Four Fill-In" is hosted by Hilary at Feeling Beachie. Each week she posts statement with blanks. Our mission, should we choose to accept, is to copy the statement and fill in the blanks on our blogs. Then link up to her blog for sharing. Hilary is always looking for co-hosts and more statements for us to fill in. Please visit her, and let her know your suggestions!

The statements & My Answers#212:

1. When I feel out of sorts I like to write it out. It helps me to put things into perspective while getting it out of my system in a positive way. These writings often turn into poetry or stories.

2. Cool, cloudy, and breezy is my favourite kind of day. Bill and I call it “Yooper Weather”. It actually is like weather up in the North Woods, which is my favourite place.

3. If I could add one thing to my house it would be my husband, obviously. I wish he were here all of the time. Everything is better when Bill is home. 

4. I would plant something hearty in my garden, but not anything fragile. I do not have a green thumb and am not good with plants in my care. I can care for critters, though!




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Thursday, May 7, 2015

The Nurses


A Year of Secrets, Drama, and Miracles with the Heroes of the Hospital

By Alexandra Robbins

This book follows four nurses through one year of hospital nursing. Four very different women share their stories in their own voices, from their own perspective. They bravely reveal what it means to be a nurse today.

The nurses in this narrative shares both personal and professional issues. Sam is a first-year nurse who must fight for her place in a tight, sorority atmosphere of nurses. Lara is trying to save her nursing career as she battles prescription addiction. Molly takes a fearless stand against the hospital policies put upon nurses. Juliette is a nurse who will do whatever it takes to be a solid advocate for her patients. 

These real women do their best to navigate the world of medicine as they try to make a difference. The raw portraits are sometimes difficult to read but are honest and brave. However, their stories are both interesting and thought provoking.  

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Supernatural

Good battling evil...or just Maggie battling Chloe Jo

I believe in the supernatural. I like the unexplained mysteries of life, and perhaps death to an extent. I will read an occasional book in this genre if it peaks my interest. There have also been TV shows and movies that I have liked. They must be in line with my beliefs, though.

I like historical supernatural stories and legends. I am fascinated with stories passed down through generations. I have some of these ghostly tales in my own past. One is the story of my Aunt Rachel. There is also the story of the cavalry horses. I recall a story of light orbs that responded to certain people. I like these spooky, creepy, unexplained tales and will share mine in the future.

However, as a rule, I do not read or watch paranormal books or shows involving horror or gore. I am not a fan of vampires, werewolves, poltergeists, ghouls, zombies, or horrors in any way, shape, or form.

I am very careful with my interaction with the supernatural. I see it as a potentially dangerous territory. I refuse to open a door (or portal). There is enough evil in the world, and I do not want to be associated with it.

Of course, there is another aspect to the supernatural phenomena. I believe in celestial angels. In fact, these are supernatural beings that I will even count on for assistance.

According to Christian tradition, there are nine orders of angels. The highest order is believed to be the keepers of wisdom and the throne of God, the Seraphim. The second order is the Cherubim, believed to be the helpers or intercessors of God. They look most like humans, it is believed. These orders are believed to be the closest to God.

Following the top two orders of angels are the Thrones, who control humility, peace, and submission. Next are the Dominions, who rule leadership among all of the angels.

The Virtues are thought to control the elements and motion. They rule over all of nature, including the heavens. These angels are also called “The Shining Ones”, offering courage and grace.

The Powers are those believed to be the warrior angels, defending the heavens and the humans of the earth. Many believe these angels work closely with The Archangels, who are the leading angels. They appear frequently throughout the Bible and Christian history.

The Principalities are the angels whose mission (it is believed) was to rule under the orders of the Dominion. These angels are credited with educating and overseeing groups of people throughout mankind’s history.

Angels, also “plain” or “regular” angels, are the lowest order. These are the ones most recognized for interacting with the world as we know it. They are the common messengers of this physical world.

To me, these angels are “Supernatural Superheroes”. They make me feel watched over and safe. With them, I feel a bit closer to God. In the proverbial battle of good vs. evil, I intend to stay firmly planted with these angels…on the good side. 


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Monday, May 4, 2015

A Special Eaglet

Comanche Nation Bald Eagle Chick Hatching
April 12, 2013
This was the world's first Bald Eagle produced 
and hatched by a Native American Tribe. 




Sunday, May 3, 2015

Grasp


If I stripped away my bindings,
to expose my inner me,
would you see me as I see myself,
or are my scars what you would see?

If the coldness of the winter
cuts deep into the bone,
will the shattered pieces of my life
leave me all alone?

I reach out to the future
still clinging to the past,
grasping the lifeline between them both,
looking up while falling fast.



Image & Poem by:
McGuffy Ann Morris



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"You can't have a better tomorrow if you 
 are thinking about yesterday all the time."
~Charles F. Kettering

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Seeds


Scattered, like seeds
in an elusive breeze,
are moments.
Throughout life
we sow seeds---
memories---
putting down roots
to weather the storms
that blow in on
the winds of change.
We tend our lives
like gardens,
weeding out the chaff,
painful and stifling,
to harvest moments
ripe with sustenance,
in which to carry us
through inevitable
droughts of loneliness,
and inescapable flooding
recollections of regret. 

Poem: McGuffy Ann Morris,
from the book Weeds
Image: Free Domain



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Friday, May 1, 2015

Final Departure


Riding the rails for almost seven decades, Frank had seen far more than he could ever recall. He loved the freedom of going where and when the rails took him. But, times had changed and so had old Frank. 

With a worn out sigh, he struggled to board the rusted out freight car. Deep in his aching bones, Frank knew this was his final departure.


Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Image:  Source


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Word Prompt: Departure