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Happy International Women’s Day

March 8, 2015Uncategorizedbusy lady

As I read this, I thought about women in my life that I admired. Of all of them, I must put my own mother and her mother at the forefront. They were women of faith who gave themselves, not as servants just to be used, but in the true spirit of love. They both taught me about strength and working with another human being. Neither my mother nor my grandmother did things the world may have considered important, but they taught others what it meant to love. I especially remember my mother’s strength in her relationship with my father. I hope that when I am no longer in this life, I will be remembered by those whose lives I touched that I was strong and loving, teaching others how to be the same.

A Momma's View

Apparently today is International Women’s Day. I was not aware of this until I read a couple of comments on my blog and some Facebook posts. Although I am not a crazy feminist, I see the point of a day on which we think about what a woman is, what a woman should be. The rights a woman should have and all those doors that should be open for women all over the world.

Today there are too many women still living in the shadows of men. Too many are being mistreated or not taken seriously. There are too many women, who don’t have any rights. Too many women, who get abused. There are too many women who fear to stand up for who they are or what they believe in.

In the spirit of the International Women’s Day, please do me a favor and check out this amazing article

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WOW!

March 5, 2015Uncategorizedbusy lady

This is so fantastic. Wow is the word for it! I am reblogging it to darlenescorner.wordpress.com

Making it write

Lisa’s One Word Challenge

I found a link to a video about a man who, for 25 years, has been digging beautiful caves in sandstone hills. Although the creator of these monumental works of art didn’t mention the word ‘love’, I am sure that love is what drives him – it certainly isn’t money, as he only charges $12 an hour.

The images of these caves filled me with wonder, and with love, and that is why I have chosen it as this months post for Lisa’s One Word Challenge.

It must be an a moving and unforgettable experience to stand in one of his monumental, sculptured constructions.

Nothing more needs to be said, as the caverns and walls speak for themselves.

This is the link.

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To the Mom or Dad Who Told Their Child Not to Stare at Mine – by Beth Hersom

March 5, 2015Uncategorizedbusy lady

Thank you for educating people. I am reblogging this to darlenescorner.wordpress.com

Kindness Blog

Dear Moms and Dads,

I want to talk about something uncomfortable. It’s come to my attention that many of the best among you are making a big mistake. I understand. I was too, two years ago.

My daughter has a rare genetic syndrome called Apert syndrome. When she was a baby, the plates in her skull fused together. That meant there was no room for her brain to grow, and she needed surgery right away to relieve pressure. Her head is larger than average. When she was born, her fingers and toes were fused together. She’s had the first surgery to separate her fingers, so now her thumb and pinkie are released. She has a tracheotomy, so she cannot talk yet. Because of various complications, she’s spent a significant portion of her young life in the hospital. She’s developing muscles she needs to sit up on her own and to…

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Writing 201 poetry challenge 2015/2/25

February 25, 2015Uncategorizedbusy lady

Day 8, Writing 201

Prompt: drawer; form: ode; device: apostrophe

WORDS
You flow from pen to page,
from the drawer of my mind
to better someone’s day.
You give a wondrous wage
when flowing in sweet lines.
You bring the sunshine’s rays.

Mean girls cyberbully adults on social media

February 23, 2015Uncategorizedbusy lady

What are we teaching young people when they see awful posts on Facebook and other social media?

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Just saw some more mean girl menopausal women gang up and attack another woman on her wall. What is it with Facebook that makes grown women act like they are seventeen year olds still in high school? Are they living out their teen fantasies by doing this stuff? Some of the language is so foul and some of the things that are said could never be repeated in any decent society. Call me naive but I just don’t get what they get out of it. You would think by the time you are an adult you would know better.

Often times these same cyberbullies are the ones that would run and hide in real life. The keyboard makes them brave. They say whatever pops into their heads accusing others of all kinds of vile deeds. Why in the world if you think someone is doing something illegal you wouldn’t go…

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Writing 201: Poetry Challenge: Animal, concrete, enjambent

February 19, 2015animal, Blogging 201 poetry, concrete, enjambment, poetry challenge, Uncategorizedallure, animal, cat, concrete, enjambment, regal, Writing 201 poetrybusy lady

The Poetry challenge: Prompt: animal; form: concrete; device: enjambment. My prompt is a cat; in concrete, I tried to do the poetry in the form of a cat; in enjambment, each line ends with a /, meaning the sentence goes onto the next line. Hope you enjoy it.

                              
			        He’s
                            m a s t e r
                       of the house or so
                     he  thinks, demanding 
                 what he wants for you to do./
                 He'll tell the message so you 
                  will not miss/ his wish. His
                     staring eyes  will pierce
                       you through./ So regal
                      in his  stature as he sits/
                   before you thinking you will read
                 his  mind./   Sometimes  his  eyes will
               close while sitting straight,/ but still his
               body sits in perfect line./  Just put an empty
               box   where  he  can  see/  perhaps a bowl that
               he can fit into./ He can’t resist; he’ll squeeze
               his body in./ Even an empty tissue  box might do./ 
               No dirty fur for this four-legged one./His tongue is
                busy cleaning up his fur./ (Can you imagine bathing
                 just like this?)/ But cleanliness is part of his 
                     allure./ And yet when one has grabbed your
                     heart,/ you're his.  He  cuddles near with a 
                 purr,/ demanding  that  you  pet  him. Slave concurs,/ 
                not just  with  loving  hands,  but  says,  "Yes, sir."

Day 1: Water, Haiku, Simile

February 16, 2015UncategorizedWriting 201 poetrybusy lady

Here is my poem for Writing 201: Poetry–water, haiku, simili

Waterfall’s cascade

quiet now in winter’s freeze

like a glass mountain

FINISH IT

February 10, 2015UncategorizedFINISH ITbusy lady

Author S B Mazing is having a blog event! Join us! She is posting the beginning of a story. Go to her blog and finish the story! She has the instructions there.

She carefully opened the door, not sure what to expect. It had been a while since she has visited. Nothing was the way she remembered and when her eyes finally got adjusted to the dark, what she saw made her shiver.

All her remembrances of the past had been removed, as if she had never been there. Pictures, books, memory items–all gone. Instead, the room had been redecorated into a nursery. She slumped to the floor.

Her brother had invited her to come home; she was anxious to see the room that she had shared with her little sister before–she swallowed hard as tears welled up in her eyes–before the accident took her from them. She had been so young. It was so long ago, but yet like yesterday.

“I’m sorry, Sis.” Her brother’s voice invaded her thoughts. “But it was time to move on. And we needed the room.”

She struggled to her feet and glared at her brother. “How could you?” she sobbed. “It was our room! Have you forgotten her?”

Her brother shook his head. “I loved her, too. But she wouldn’t want us to go on like this,” he whispered. “We’re naming your new niece after her.”

Her sister-in-law stepped next to her husband. “Please don’t be angry. Join with us in our joy. Our little sister would have loved this.”

She pushed past them, angry. “I’m leaving. I’ll see you–I don’t know when.” And she rushed out of the house.

As the weeks passed, she found herself staring at babies and children everywhere she went. She reflected on what the room had become. A nursery. For her brother’s first child. How he and his wife had agonized for a child, even before their little sister had been killed by the drunk driver. Thoughts of the new baby began to crowd out and dissolve her anger. She grudgingly admitted that she would love having a new baby in the family, that it would be neat to hold her and be part of her life.

She took out the picture of her sister and her that she carried in her wallet. Tears welled in her eyes. “Little sister,” she said, “I miss you. But you will have a namesake. And I will be part of her life, just as I was yours. I can’t be angry anymore.”

A smile crept onto her face. She took a deep breath and went to the phone, still carrying the picture. It was time to go home and visit her family. She dialed the number and waited for her brother’s voice.

A Country in Crisis—How Pop Culture is Devaluing Men AND Women

February 5, 2015Uncategorizedbusy lady

What are commercials/current thought doing to our culture? Good read,

Kristen Lamb's Blog

Age and Invisibility

Back when I was in sales, we had a saying, “Say it once. Say it twice. Say it three times. Say it four times. Say it five times and they will believe.” Traditional marketing has hinged on this tenet for generations. The more people see product, an idea, etc. the better chance it will become “sticky” and meld into the collective consciousness.

This is also the foundation of any dictatorship, a concept those of us in political science called a “Cult of personality.” Propaganda is powerful.

Last post, I blogged about how seemingly innocent ads and blogs are anything but. Yes, I agree, some 20-something telling women over thirty they shouldn’t wear sparkles or eyeshadow shouldn’t affect how I feel about myself and frankly? It doesn’t.

She can go pound sand.

The problem is when an idea or attitude becomes SO pervasive that it translates into a…

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