Good Monday morning, friends! Take a few seconds to look at this short clip. Did it make you smile a little? Which one are you — the alert pup or the sleepy one? I bet you already know which one I am.
In our house, I’m the first one up every day. By the time my husband wakes up, I’ve been up for a couple hours talking to the Lord, writing, drinking coffee, hydrating, and eating breakfast. The second I hear him moving around upstairs, I have to contain my excitement. Part of me wants to dart upstairs to share everything that I’ve been thinking about while he slept, but I know that wouldn’t be fair. All he can muster in the wee hours are a hug and a kiss. I’ll take that though, but it’s so hard to be still.
It doesn’t take much to motivate some folks. They are intrinsically excited to move forward with passion. Their vision is clear, and they remain focused on achieving their goals. There are others, however, who have the vision and the passion, but their fears outnumber the reasons why they should keep moving forward. They lack the courage to keep going because they don’t know where…
At one point I was in a much better place and my blog was growing. I wrote many posts a day as well as a devotional every day. I wrote thankfulness posts, etc. There were numerous stories and poems on my other blog. I still have 2 and the addresses are at the bottom in my signature.
Now my blog is slowing dying. I have some regulars still and I appreciate you guys hanging around even though I find it difficult at times to follow many blogs. I still get new followers, but I feel as if I am letting them down as well. I have to change things if I want to save it. It is so easy to just give up and I don’t want to do that. I worked hard for these 2 blogs only to let them die.
When we were old enough to attend school, our parents sent us to what I can only describe as “the little schoolhouse on the hill”. Seriously, it was a big white building that sat on top of a hill. Thinking back, it truly looked like something from “Little House on the Prairie”. Lunch was the same thing every day… English peas, with an orange slice and a piece of cornbread. I can vividly recall the teacher constantly saying “Ro- Shellllll, don’t fork your bread”. As if spending your day in a hauntingly scary looking house wasn’t enough, we had to look at and listen to “Mrs. Congeniality” all day, too. Luckily, my brother and I were in the same classroom since she was the only teacher.
I’ve mentioned before that I followed my brother everywhere. One day, just before dismissal, the sky turned dark and a torrential rainstorm pummeled the…
This weekend should be fun because I think I am going to play some golf. The temps in Charlotte have been comfortable so I shouldn’t have issues with fatigue. Also, fall brings with it less humidity and for that I am grateful. I’ll try to remember to take pics for the blog.
On another note my fantasy football team lost last week by the slimmest margin I have ever seen: 139.18 to 139.19!! One, one-hundredth of a point. I’ve never seen a margin that low. I would rather lose by 40 than by .01.
I have an old friend coming into town on Sunday and we are going to find a place to watch some football. It has been quite a few years since I went out to watch a game so it should be fun to catch up.
Got any big plans this weekend? I’d love to hear about them!
I, unfortunately, realized I totally missed the first week of this awesome fiction challenge based on song lyrics. It was a song that I love; however, it was our anniversary and a million other things were going on as well. I will still write on that one but let’s get caught up with today’s lyric.
The challenge is to take the snippet of lyric and write based on it. Today it is “Payback’s a bad bitch” from “Sorry Not Sorry” by Demi Lovato.
I haven’t written fiction in a long time! So, let’s get right into it.
Annalee looked around at the empty house one last time. She figured she should feel some guilt or regret but she didn’t. She didn’t feel relief either. What she did feel was a sense of independence and, what was that other thing? Ah, yes, revenge!