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My State of Mind In Pictures
This post is in response to THE DAILY POST’S WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: STATE OF MIND.
I wish I could do this in one picture, but honestly my state of mind has been shifting like the Cape Cod Coast line in a hurricane. If I was living according to my state of mind rather than by Christ’s state of grace I would probably be half-crazed by now!
Here are the many faces of Lillie-Put this week.
Believe it or not this is not “angry Lillie” I guess I’ll call this one “Passionate Preacher”. (Thanks Zach Lemieux for that capture)
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty up days.
Thursday though went between
With a few moments of…
And at least a few seconds of…
But today has been pretty good I have been
And tonight I am going to the movies with my girls which makes me feel…
with just a touch of…
thrown in. How about you? What is your state of mind?
Color Your World: Inch Worm
Today we are taking another page from the weird color packet. We begin the day with INCH WORM.
Now growing up inch worms were things you threw at girls to make them scream and no one thought badly about you for it (well except maybe your mother and that was only because your father had thrown inch worms at her), but nowadays when such behavior is frowned upon we have turned inch worm into this
Boys if you have an inch worm crayon in your box please don’t throw it at the girl you like. Crayons after all are not as soft as real inch worms.
Just a note. I threw money not inch worms into this lady’s violin case.
In Other Words: Take It Out On the Tree
This piece is written in response to Patricia’s IN OTHER WORDS CHALLENGE. You can check out the other posts in the challenge by clicking on the underlined link and following the little blue frog.
The quote of the week is…
“The Christmas tree is the dot on the “i”.”
Take It Out On the Tree
By JE Lillie
Things that send you over the deep end. Straws that break camels’ backs. Mole hills that become mountains. It’s the story of my life!
It is never life’s tragedies that break my spirit. I can handle the heart attacks, the sudden deaths and the out-of-nowhere divorces. Personal bankruptcy or the thought of national economic collapse don’t even make me bat an eye.
But let me burn the rolls for the turkey dinner or let the cat knock down the Christmas tree and break just one glass bulb, suddenly my world is coming to an end. I am ranting and screaming. I threaten the cat with a tennis racket future. I promise certain death to anyone at the table who might comment on the state of the dinner rolls.
Christmas is never ruined by the caskets or the court cases. It’s the slanted star and the broken bulbs that set me off. I spend more time grumbling at the Christmas tree than commiserating with the relatives who are screwing up their lives. Maybe that is the point! If I yell at the tree or threaten the cat, if I burn the rolls to a crisp they can’t yell back. The Christmas tree is a safe place to put my anger, my fury at how others are messing up the holiday. That means it’s not about the tree at all. The broken bulb is just a stand in for the brokenness around me, the brokenness I feel I cannot address because it’s Christmas after all. It’s supposed to be a season of peace on earth, good will to men.
I leave you with a thought this Christmas. If the people around you are just plain ruining the holiday for you, stay sweet. Smile when the family’s around and in your private times take it out on the tree!
Hats a Go-Go Or Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge
This week, Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is all about those items which keep the heat from escaping from our heads or the sun from burning it. See HATS A GO-GO HERE AT CEE’S SITE.
My fun with hats is outlined below…
For instance this hat should never be warn before Dec. 12th or after Dec. 25th.
Ths hat, however, is entirely appropriate for airport wear any time of the year. IF YOU’RE A TELETUBBY!
It is also important when choosing a hat to consider the proper accesories.
…And when one should not accessorise at all. This “granny belt” was one of my poor choices.
The right hat can communicate for us those things we wish others to know but could never say.
For instance, this hat says, “I really hate my job.”
This one says, “I think we should have chosen a different place to eat.”
This hat says, “I may be fat but I am cool.”
Today’s moving day for my daughter! Pray for this old guy everyone!
Three’s a Magic Number!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Three Letter Words.”
The Daily Post has charged us to
Write an entire post without using any three-letter words.
Joseph, Amanda, Melanie. Somehow we have reduced each of their names to a three letter word “—“, “—” then of course “—” . I suppose technically Amanda’s nick-name is “Mand” or “Manda” . “—” seems ungirly. However I am from MAssachusetts so I often drop last letters of words I speak. That is what happens when those of us from Massachusetts speak words like the three letter way of saying “automobile” it resonates as “cahh” instead of “—”
Although we do tend to contribute letters to certain words, especially when they finish with letters like “a”. My sister’s name is Brenda. That name is invariably changed to “Brender”. Soda becomes “Soder”. However, “holler” becomes “hollah” .
My grandparents once experienced a whole argument over where the “Tuna” resided in their house. Gramps kept telling Grams “Cupboards keep tuna”. (Of course he used three letter words)
Grams found it nearby under some sofa cushions promptly using it to change television programs, Tuners, Tunas, Brenda, Brender: Life, in truth this story, would be so much easier if everything reduced to three “lettahs.”
Caddo’s Seven Word Sunday 2-15-15
No Thanks Gatlinburg!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No, Thanks.”
The Daily Post has asked us…Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not?
I guess it is not that I never wanted to visit Gatlinburg. In fact I wanted to and did visit this spot tucked away in the Smoky Mountains. It’s a place I never want to visit again!
We arrived on a Tuesday and were slated to visit until Thursday. The hotel we were in offered a suite. It backed up onto the mountain and as we tracked around to the mountain- side of the building where our room was, the mountain itself imposed such a shadow that we lost all the light even though it was midday. Walking across the second story porch to our room was possible only because the night lights were on 24/7. That was creepy enough but when we saw the cardboard sign tacked to the railing that read “Don’t feed the bars.” written in black magic marker, we realized we had left civilization completely behind.
Our room smelled like hornet spray. Dried spaghetti stuck to the walls in the kitchenette, and when I went to wash the dust of the road off I discovered the shower curtain was filled with cigarette burns. Good golly! How addicted does a person have to be to smoke in the shower?!?
We opened the TV console for the kids but the TV was gone. Somebody had put it in the fireplace behind the decorative grate. I ask you why? Why would someone do that?
Needless to say we did not stay the two nights. When I checked out the next morning the lady managing the front desk had a giant wolf-dog with her at the counter. I had to step over the creature to cancel my reservation for the night. I thought I might lose my leg as I stepped back over the dog to leave the building.
My wife and I thought we might redeem the mini vaca by taking a gondola ride up the side of the mountain. But pine beetles had infested the forest leading up to the skating rink at the summit called Oberammergau. Our trip up the mountain consisted of lots of scenery of dead pine trees and $7.00 hamburgers at the top.
Maybe it was just a perfect storm of bad luck. But seriously once is enough for me!
All’s I’m Left With Is James
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burnt.”
The Daily Post has asked Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?
“You couldn’t save anything?” Melanie asked.
“Sorry Honey. Nothing.” I returned
“You couldn’t save Great Gramm’s sewing machine?”
“What about the cool decorative wine bottles that belonged to Grampa Jack?”
“Not a one.” Was my reply.
” The little monk salt and pepper shakers that Gramma Lillie bought for her first apartment?”
“Tell me you at least saved the dining chairs for our new apartment.”
I shook my head in the negative.
“Well at least you have copies of all James’ Graduation pictures. We’ll have something to hang on our walls.” My daughter beamed
James groaned at the prospect that his own picture had now become his inheritance.