There are times in my life that I was not so proud of. and there re people in my life that just can't get past that part of MY life.... so screw them it was my life to live not theirs....
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
There comes a time in life
when you find , or maybe not that you just want to right down your story.
Well that is what I feel right now.
I remember when I was a very small child, I was about Three; we lived in Germany. There was a time; it was Christmas time, one night there was two men that had come in to our home, I thought (being so young ) that it was Santa Clause. Now both of our parents were asleep and I was thirsty so when the man came in to my room I asked for a drink of water, Santa got me a drink and then told me to get back to sleep or he would not leave any presents under the tree. So I went back to sleep. The next day the house was in shambles, I remember the police were there and my mom was very upset. I tried and tried to tell them that I had asked Santa for a drink of water during the night but it took them what seemed for ever to listen to me. When they did I was able to tell them what those men looked like. Later I found out that they had been putting up fencing to the lowest windows and climbing in that way to several places. Those men were caught. But during the time that they were in our home they hurt our cat, he had to be wrapped up like a mummy so he could not undo the bandages' to help him heal. ( I was around three years old when that happened)
Another time while we lived in Germany there was a very bad storm. I was awake looking out of the window and thought I saw a person falling off of a roof of a building a short distance away, come to find out it was one of those things that holds the roof tiles on to the roof.
Then there was the time when my brother and his girl friend took me out to the playground.
I remember swinging on the swing and playing in the sand box and then my brother put me up on the highest monkey bar and I fell off and I woke up at home on the couch with a rag on my head. I had a very big egg on my forehead, and at that time a man was fixing one of the windows with that OLD window putty, He gave me some to play with.
Well that is what I feel right now.
I remember when I was a very small child, I was about Three; we lived in Germany. There was a time; it was Christmas time, one night there was two men that had come in to our home, I thought (being so young ) that it was Santa Clause. Now both of our parents were asleep and I was thirsty so when the man came in to my room I asked for a drink of water, Santa got me a drink and then told me to get back to sleep or he would not leave any presents under the tree. So I went back to sleep. The next day the house was in shambles, I remember the police were there and my mom was very upset. I tried and tried to tell them that I had asked Santa for a drink of water during the night but it took them what seemed for ever to listen to me. When they did I was able to tell them what those men looked like. Later I found out that they had been putting up fencing to the lowest windows and climbing in that way to several places. Those men were caught. But during the time that they were in our home they hurt our cat, he had to be wrapped up like a mummy so he could not undo the bandages' to help him heal. ( I was around three years old when that happened)
Another time while we lived in Germany there was a very bad storm. I was awake looking out of the window and thought I saw a person falling off of a roof of a building a short distance away, come to find out it was one of those things that holds the roof tiles on to the roof.
Then there was the time when my brother and his girl friend took me out to the playground.
I remember swinging on the swing and playing in the sand box and then my brother put me up on the highest monkey bar and I fell off and I woke up at home on the couch with a rag on my head. I had a very big egg on my forehead, and at that time a man was fixing one of the windows with that OLD window putty, He gave me some to play with.
Monday, August 24, 2015
Hello fellow Books; Have you figured out yet that YOU are the Book and your life is the pages?
When I was around 5 or 6 years old we lived In Louisiana. We lived in a home made of Brick I liked it. I thought was very pretty. But what does a 6 year old know about such stuff right? Some of the things that I remember,
Mom was making a garden out in the back yard, we would go out in the woods and gather cow pooh in a wagon and then mom would mix it with the sandy dirt that was our back yard. one day mom and one of my brothers were out digging in the garden making rows to plant stuff, our mom had asked my brother to go get a garden hoe so she could till the dirt and make mounds. Well on his way back WITH SAID HOE, my brother was running and jumping over the mounds that were already made when mom told him to stop and do not move, he was in mid air when she said STOP he was very close to stepping on what we , Mom found out later to be a very poisonous snake I believe it was a coral snake, if my memory serves me right.
Had that snake bitten my ,our brother his story would have had a not so happy ending...
another memory from that period, We had a neighbor lady and her husband; they both were nice.
one day she came out of the laundry port ( which is part of the car port attached to the house but you have to go out a door to get to the washer and dryer) she was kind of scared. She had gone out to get her clothes out of the dryer when she opened the dryer door there was a rather large snake in side. she slammed the dryer door shut and screamed. Later when her husband got home he got a bucket and got the snake out of the dryer and took it out into the yard between our house and theirs, and then he turned the bucket over and let the snake out but then he shot the snakes head off so it could not hurt any one...... There are more things that I remember.... but a little at a time because I have to go to bed now.....
When I was around 5 or 6 years old we lived In Louisiana. We lived in a home made of Brick I liked it. I thought was very pretty. But what does a 6 year old know about such stuff right? Some of the things that I remember,
Mom was making a garden out in the back yard, we would go out in the woods and gather cow pooh in a wagon and then mom would mix it with the sandy dirt that was our back yard. one day mom and one of my brothers were out digging in the garden making rows to plant stuff, our mom had asked my brother to go get a garden hoe so she could till the dirt and make mounds. Well on his way back WITH SAID HOE, my brother was running and jumping over the mounds that were already made when mom told him to stop and do not move, he was in mid air when she said STOP he was very close to stepping on what we , Mom found out later to be a very poisonous snake I believe it was a coral snake, if my memory serves me right.
Had that snake bitten my ,our brother his story would have had a not so happy ending...
another memory from that period, We had a neighbor lady and her husband; they both were nice.
one day she came out of the laundry port ( which is part of the car port attached to the house but you have to go out a door to get to the washer and dryer) she was kind of scared. She had gone out to get her clothes out of the dryer when she opened the dryer door there was a rather large snake in side. she slammed the dryer door shut and screamed. Later when her husband got home he got a bucket and got the snake out of the dryer and took it out into the yard between our house and theirs, and then he turned the bucket over and let the snake out but then he shot the snakes head off so it could not hurt any one...... There are more things that I remember.... but a little at a time because I have to go to bed now.....
Thursday, August 20, 2015
It all starts here!
https://www.facebook.com/jennifer.northover.9
We are all books......
We have a beginning, and an end with a lot of short stories in the middle.....
Now we for the most part cannot change the cover of our book but we can change the ending and for the most part the short stories. but in the beginning we really do not know that we are writing our own story nor do we understand how to change any of it during the early stages.
one of my short stories begins when I was very young, I can not even begin to remember.
All I know is that I was a sick child when I was born and was taking very many medicines for my heart problem. I can tell you what I was told and remember as I was growing up about that part.
It was very hard on ALL of my family; my mom said at one time that I had to be tied to my mattress when I went to bed and that the said mattress had to be in an upright position so that I could breath and so my heart would not stop beating.
That chapter in my book I had no control over.........
Flash forward a few years..... I had had open heart surgery to repair what was wrong at an early age, I was 2 1/2 years old for that one... Then several years later... We found out that I needed another open heart surgery to fix a new problem. how my life changed.......
We are all books......
We have a beginning, and an end with a lot of short stories in the middle.....
Now we for the most part cannot change the cover of our book but we can change the ending and for the most part the short stories. but in the beginning we really do not know that we are writing our own story nor do we understand how to change any of it during the early stages.
one of my short stories begins when I was very young, I can not even begin to remember.
All I know is that I was a sick child when I was born and was taking very many medicines for my heart problem. I can tell you what I was told and remember as I was growing up about that part.
It was very hard on ALL of my family; my mom said at one time that I had to be tied to my mattress when I went to bed and that the said mattress had to be in an upright position so that I could breath and so my heart would not stop beating.
That chapter in my book I had no control over.........
Flash forward a few years..... I had had open heart surgery to repair what was wrong at an early age, I was 2 1/2 years old for that one... Then several years later... We found out that I needed another open heart surgery to fix a new problem. how my life changed.......
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