The sun sets over murky water, gliding over the horizon and leaving hope for another day. (Photo by William Earl Thornton)
My children and their baby-sitter wrote this story for me in 2002 when they were 6 & 8 years old. A treasure worth saving… I love it…
Once upon a time there was a honey bird named Rose and a frog named Ribbit. They lived in a forest . They could only talk to each other.
Now, Rose and Ribbit were best friends, they did everything together. They played games in the day, and at night they read books to each other.
One day Ribbit went to the pond to swim but a storm came and lightening struck the tree next to the pond, setting it on fire. Luckily Ribbit got out of the pond before the tree fell.
Ribbit went to warn Rose, but Rose had flown away. It was lonely without Rose, but one day people started moving into the forest.
But they had a different kind of bird that looked like Rose, so Ribbit went and talked to the bird, and it was Rose. They never split up again.
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Have a lovely day!
ARE YOU MOODY?
I imagine your friends and family can help you with this one… 🙂
Other than the normal awareness we all have for ourselves, mood rings are a resource for the spiritually related individual. Mood rings were invented in 1975 by a jewelry designer and a physician, and they sold $1 million worth of them in a three month period. Of course, there is no trick, and it’s not based upon your emotions; it’s based upon your temperature.
My mood ring is normally green, which represents harmony and stability. Mine also has 4 tiny stars on it that glow in the dark- it’s actually pretty cool. A friend bought them for each of us while on a trip to Jackpot, NV – including my Mom. They wear theirs all the time and I sometimes feel guilty when I don’t have it on around them. Silly, I know.
Here are my renditions of the colors descriptions:
RED – 1: A hot night filled with passion after a romantic evening with fine food an cuisine. Hearts racing with anticipation of a sensual kiss.
RED – 2: The exhilaration of downhill skiing with the powdered snow whispering with every turn. Adrenalin surging through each muscle and organ… excitement explodes!
ORANGE – 1: Grandmother welcomes you into her home and offers you a plate of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. Her house is warm and inviting and vibrant.
ORANGE – 2: A fuzzy welcome mat on the patio with 10 puppies bouncing at your feet yearning for attention.
YELLOW – 1: A happy baby smiling, blowing bubbles and reaching out to be held. (Or winning the lottery.)
YELLOW – 2: Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz skipping down the yellow-brick-road.
GREEN – 1: A walk in the forest with pine trees and green, lush foliage surrounding a small green meadow with daisy’s, daffodils and lilies.
GREEN -2: Piles of cash stacked up in your 200 foot yacht while you cruise around the world.
BLUE – 1: The waves of the ocean crashing gently as your toes sink into the white sand. It’s quiet and peaceful with only the songs of sweet birds playing a gentle melody.
BLUE – 2: Soaking in a hot tub, drinking beer and eating potato chips while watching TV.
PURPLE -1: “Fifty Shades of Grey”
PURPLE – 2: “Fifty Shades Darker”
BLACK – 1: Gliding down the blacktop in your sleek, “attitude black” Maserati, and the horsepower displays its charm as a midnight stallion playfully catches your attention for a race…
BLACK – 2: Bat Woman
WHITE – 1: All creatures great and small when they can exhibit unconditional love.
WHITE – 2: A snowflake
BROWN -1: A Golden Retriever greeting you at the door. Better yet, a room full of Golden Retrievers.
BROWN – 2: After the first date and the other person says “I just want to be friends”.
So… that’s my life… what’s yours? 🙂
Thank you for reading and visiting my post!! (That makes me “yellow.”)
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Xena! Warrior puppy… savior of young lady living with Cystic Fibrosis.
Her flopsy-mopsy ears, charcoal nose, and sparkling midnight eyes are no diguise for the mischevious, playful soul that resides within her gentle heart. The strands of hair that blossom from the bridge of her muzzle tease on-lookers, who can’t help but smile. Xena romps and bounces, often tripping over her own limbs. Her high-spirited nature begs for attention, and her sense of humor is shown by her frolics, often focused on her furr-buddies… who seem to be less than amused. It’s easy to be consumed by her velvety hair, and wandering strands that welcome the human touch.
My daughter has cystic fibrosis, and Xena is her 9-month old service dog, in training. Morgan’s life began with a life-flight to Primary Children’s Hospital, and a major surgery at 24 hours old. Our life as a family was turned to focus on her survival.
From the ages 1-5, Morgan experienced hand-administered chest physiotherapy and nebulized albuterol and pulmozyme, every morning and night, enzymes to digest her food, countless vitamins, and quarterly visits to CF clinics and doctors. At the age of 5, she was able to start using a “vest” for her daily therapy to help loosen the mucus in her lungs.
From the ages 6-11, Morgan had over 10 sinus surgeries for chronic sinusitus, and still continued to do her daily therapy routines. When Morgan was 12, she started to realize she was “different” than other kids. Unfortunately, this reality was made obvious by cruel teenagers and inadequate school personnel. Morgan bravely tried out for cheer-leading, only to be ridiculed by bratty school girls. She participated with the cross-country team, until her couch announced to everyone that Morgan had special needs, a highly illegal pronouncement. She was teased when she had to administer drugs through a PICC line, it’s not easy to hide.
As Morgan raged into her teen-age years, the school situation did not improve. She became rebellious, and in her desire to be in control of something… anything… she stopped doing her scheduled therapy. Her faith in humanity declined, and anger superceded her logic. It crushed me to feel like a helpless by-stander, a CF Mom.
The years that brought her into her 20’s were like tidal waves, overwhelming and all-consuming. Social media provided a pathway to relate to other people with cystic fibroris, but sadly, some of her closest friends lost their battle with CF. She was morphing into a young lady, carrying a broken heart and weakened body.
Last August, Morgan told me it was short notice, but she was getting a dog, a service dog.
(Xena and me)
Xena is relishing her puppy world as Morgan introduces her to the routine of a service dog. Xena’s focus can be on a multitude of objects and sounds, as she seeks out her next unwilling playmate, but when Morgan says her name, the love and affection eminating from Xena to her human is genuine, and heartfelt.
It brings tears to my eyes when I watch Morgan and Xena, both are truly a blessing. Morgan’s boyfriend has also been a steady rock for her over the past year, he has been graced with understanding.
HOPE is powerful. HOPE is the most common word used in non-profit organizations.
HOPE… is a black and white furball… a soul created to nuture her hero; the brave young lady I am proud to have as my daughter.
Morgan sent me this picture… “Groomed and Thrilled”. Xena was not exactly thrilled about her grooming day. Gotta love it!
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My ex-boyfriend sent me a letter demanding that I delete all of his pictures, the poems he sent to me, emails, texts, photos… the “works”. He was explicit about me removing any and all of his “works” from social media, computers, external back-ups, and revoked his authorization for me publish any of his “works”. He also demanded that I mail him all hard copies of the above mentioned.
Then he threatened to contact a lawyer if I breached his “notice”.
Well, this prompted me to research Copyright laws. There is a “Common Law”, which entitles the originator of any “works” to immediately claim copyright.
If you have a letter, photo, email or text from someone, it is your property, and you retain possession, but you cannot “publish” it without the owners permission. It works both ways, so if you send something to someone, they cannot rightfully publish it without your permission.
With the vast sharing on social media, websites and other apps, the concern is rising. Most people and companies do not pursue any claims, but if they do, it is normally a notification of infringement, and they ask you to remove the published “work”. None-the-less, you are at risk for a lawsuit if you publish other people’s stuff.
Many of the “works” floating around on the internet are stamped, indicating a copyright. As long as the intent isn’t slanderous or defaming, it appears as if most owners are okay with sharing, because it promotes their work.
If you are snap-shotting or copying a photo or document, and re-posting it, you may be in voiolation of the Copyright laws. There are resouces that offer free media, and several more that offer a subscription to access photos for commercial or personal use.
Out of courtesy, I removed 2 of my blog posts that had his picture, otherwise, I am completely legal in retaining all of the documents and items in his “notice”.
The question now is… why would I?
Ya know what I mean?
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I wrote this story when I was 10 years of age. My Mother saved it for me, a treasure from my childhood. As a child, I created the characters, story-line, plot and the locations. It is a story about horses, adventure, heroes, villains, friendship… and much more.
I will be sharing the chapters on my page, with minimal editing to the original rough draft. I hope you enjoy it. (By the way… I am 52 years old now.)
Here are the links to the first 4 posts on my page for this children’s story, they are also on my blog.
THE ADVENTURE OF TONNA AND SHANNA
They tried climbing on Tonna and Shanna. First Simon tried to get on Tonna. He lifted one leg over her and then sat down. Tonna didn’t do anything, and then she started to run. Tonna didn’t mind Simon on her back. Then Monno did the same. So did Shanna. So Monno and Simon rode on Tonna and Shanna all day, and at night they stopped by a haystack and went to sleep.
In the morning when Simon woke up, he peered over the haystack and saw about 50 men riding on horses down the road.
“Wake up, Monno,” Simon whispered.
“What do you think they want, Simon,” Monno asked.
Simon quietly replied “There are some soldiers out there, about 50 of them.”
“Oh my gosh! They must be looking for us!,” Monno said as he was looking over the hay stack.
“Let’s wait until they pass, and get out of our site,” said Simon.
“Okay,” whispered Monno, because the soldiers were coming around the bend in the road.
They stayed there until the soldiers had passed and out of their sight.
That noon, Simon and Monno got out from their hiding places.
“Come on, Monno. We had better get out of here before those people get to us.”
“I guess you’re right, Simon. Come here, Shanna, come here girl,” called Monno.
“Oh come here, Tonna, come here,” called Simon.
“Neigh,” whinnied Shanna.
“Neighhh,” Tonna whinnied back.
“Oh come here, Shanna, come here because we have to get out of here. Please,” Monno asked Shanna.
“Neigh,” said Shanna as she was walking toward him.
As soon as Simon was on Tonna and Monno was on Shanna, they started off. They were going along in the field when they spied a carriage, a royal carriage. It was Abiga. He also had about 25 men surrounding around him. They started to go the other way and they saw about 50 more men coming straight at them. Simon and Monno ducked into the trees on the side of the road. They got by alright without Abiga or one of his soldiers seeing them.
“I’m glad that they didn’t see us or else we would have been dead,” said Simon. While Simon was saying that, Tonna and Shanna heard something in the bushes behind them. They quickly turned their heads and ran. They ran fast enough that Monno and Simon did not see what was in the bushes. (It was a rattlesnake!).
“Hold on Tonna, slow down. Slow down. Stop. Don’t go so fast,” shouted Simon.
“Stop, Shanna please! Stop,” cried Monno, but Tonna and Shanna kept right on going until they were too tired to go any farther.
That night, Monno and Simon were sleeping in some tall weeds and Tonna and Shanna slept in the tallest weeds and grass they could find.
“I wonder why Tonna and Shanna ran like that,” Monno asked in a very puzzled and tired voice.
“I don’t know, but it must have been something we did not see,” exclaimed Simon.
“Do you think those children are around here,” asked a voice coming from the darkness.
“I shalt know, Sultan, dear Sultan,” said the other voice.
“I shalt guess that those children are not around here,” said the Sultan.
“Ddddid you hear ttthat, Simon,” Monno whispered.
“Yyyyes, I… I ddid. The Sultan,” said Simon.
“Mmmee too,” said Monno, very shaky. Monno called quietly, “Tonna! Shanna! Come here! Let’s get out of here.” Tonna and Shanna came and Simon got on Tonna and Monno got on Shanna.
Simon and Monno rode all night and half of the morning. That afternoon, they came to a town, a town called Marocha. In Marocha, food only cost ten cents for a steak, one cent for a doughnut. It cost twenty cents for two oysters and two cups of camel milk. It was five cents for a loaf of bread and two cents for one cup of camel milk. Simon and Monno had one hundred dollars and fifty seven cents.
When they reached the town, Simon ran right into the first store that he came to. He ran inside and came out with twenty one donuts, ten bags of camel milk, four steaks and five bags of oats. He gave two steaks to Monno, along with ten donuts, five bags of camel milk, two bags of oats and a half bag of little berries.
That food lasted them a year. Of course they had bought other food during that time. They had gone to Baroony, Finicy, Montano, Belgrame, M.R. Son, Rochey, Tonocha, Camo, Haringgon, Penciling, Jimeney and Ilena. Ilena was across the river and they had to go across by rowboat, and Tonocha was across the ocean.
They were about one thousand miles away from Abiga. Tonna had grown and so had Shanna. Those four had almost traveled all around the desert. North. South. East. And West. Almost all of those positions. All they had to do was to get back to Sabbarth town at the north and they would have gone at all positions.
So the next day they started out to the north, back to Sabbarth town.
“When do you think we’ll get there?”, asked Monno.
“I don’t know but I hope it’s soon because I’m running out of money. But there’s one reason why I don’t want to go back is because Abiga might be in Sabbarth and ruling again,” replied Simon.
“I guess you’re right. And I would also like to know what month it is and what day,” Monno stated.
“Let me see, first we have to stop.” So they stopped and got off their horses and sat down on the ground. “Let me see. The sun is nearer to the right side of the earth than it is in any other direction, so the month must be…”, Simon thought for awhile. Then he said, “the month is July. The same month we left in.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Monno in amazement.
“Well, let’s get on with it. The day must be the twenty seventh.”
“Yes, that sounds right. The twenty seventh,” Monno shouted. “The twenty seventh is the day before my birthday. Tomorrow is my birthday!”
“Well, happy birthday Monno,” shouted Simon.
“Oh well, lets be on our way and forget about my birthday,” said Monno.
They hopped on Tonna and Shanna and rode away.
It took them a month to reach Sabarth town because they had to cross ten cities, and a very large river about 100 miles long. When they reached Sabarth Town, they found out that Abiga had died because the 2 people that Monno and Simon heard talking that one night had killed him because he did not know what he was doing and went around trying to kill everybody. So they had to kill him.
Simon and Monno felt very sad about what had happened because if it weren’t for Abiga, they wouldn’t have been able to go to Manoose and all of the other towns.
Some other bad news was that Sham, Simon’s horse, had died because of old age. Simon gave Daisy to Marco because he had took care of his horses while he was gone and he was thankful only one had died.
Monno’s mother and father were very glad to see him safe.
From then on, those four have always traveled the desert without getting hurt or killed. They went to every city or town in the desert, but they always came back to Sabarth town to see everyone there.
I hope you enjoyed my story!
Be creative, have fun… and encourage your children to follow their dreams…