If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
I’m thinking this might be a trick question…..
I have to be comfortable and comfort for me would be elastic stretch pants, t-shirt, and tennis shoes!
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How important is spirituality in your life?
“Spirituality is a significant part of my life. If there weren’t certain chores and errands to do in a day, I would spend most of my time with the Holy Spirit because of the peace I feel in his presence.
How do you practice self-care?
I enjoy time by myself.
This can be watching a movie or listening to music in my room, shopping, going to the lake, even taking a shower anything alone
I heard recently doing things that make you feel uncomfortable for your mental or physical health is self-care too….
For example: I have been walking for 7 minutes a day and doing a calorie intake because of recent health issues and though this has not been easy, I’m feeling better and even inspired to keep moving forward in my journey!
Garbage Pickup
Dear writer,
We have a pile of garbage out in our front yard because the garbage company has not picked up our garbage in two weeks.
This morning , I called them to find out what the hell was going on. The woman on the phone told me my services were canceled July 1st because they did not receive a payment. I told her I would call her back after I went through my check ledger, because I remember making a payment.
I went through my ledger and found a payment I made in early September. (my garbage bill is every three months.) I also wrote down a confirmation number. I called them back and let them know I had found this information.
She asked me if I paid the payment over the phone, and I said yes, I have the confirmation number. She told me I should have asked to speak to a representative, because your services were on the breaks, and we have to make sure you had no additional charges with that status. She said she would go ahead and update my account and set me up for pickup next Monday. I said well I have two weeks of trash sitting outside the front of my house. She then told me an additional pickup would be 60 big ones, plus 10 for each additional bag!
I said I will just wait til next Monday.
I feel the story changed from the first phone call, I made. I feel like they received my payment but the ball dropped somewhere and they are covering up their mistake. I do not recall any kind of warning of cancellation. I understand mistakes are made, and that is not what upsets me. I feel like I should not have to pay for an extra pickup.
This pile of trash in my front yard is stressing me out!
Nosy
I had a male resident at my current job. He was visually impaired, stood about five three or four. He had thin, buzzed, light brown hair. His room had nothing on the walls or dressers. He had a lady friend who lived in the home as well. Once a week a man my age now, would take him out to eat.
When doing my medicine pass one night I walked by his door. I saw him sitting on the edge of his bed. I backed up a few steps and stood there looking in. To make sure he was, alright.
He started to praying
“Thank you for the trees and leaves, thank you for the birds that sing, thank you for the rain and the sunshine, the cold days and the hot days, thank you for the good days and the bad days”
Every night, til the day he left, I…
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Vibrant Red
Call me weird, Or whatever you’d like about this comment. I’ve wanted to share this post of Jamie’s for a long time. I’m choosing today to follow my gut. She can make me laugh, cry, and feel blessed to be living all in one post. This is ONE of my favorite blogs from her, enjoy! Thank you for your writing Jamie!
It all started with a very simple comment. A co-work looked at me the other day and asked, “When are you going to dye your hair again?”
I was a little surprised by her question. It was true that I hadn’t paid a lot of attention to my hair lately. Life has been so busy that I really hadn’t given a lot of thought to my style or color. Over the last several weeks, I have just been washing my hair in the evenings and then giving it a few quick strokes with a brush before rushing off to work in the morning. I don’t fuss with my hair for the rest of the day. This is fine for me. I have never been an “every hair in place” kind of girl. I like my hair wild. I admit though that sometimes it looks a little too wild, a little…
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Letting Go, But Not Forgetting
“I remember every detail of that day. I lose sleep over that day. I dream about holding him, hugging him, rubbing his tummy, and loving him. If only I had a dream catcher that actually worked”
I’m thinking of you, my friend.
The funeral was the worst. As I walked up to the funeral home, his dad was standing outside, and I gave him a big hug. I’d never met him before this tragedy. As tears streamed down his face and his shirt was drenched in sweat, I hugged him tightly as my own tears fell on his shoulder. I told him how sorry I was and how I knew nothing I could say would make any of this okay. I thought I would going to pass out before I even walked into that building. My heart was pounding so hard and I thought I was going to have a panic attack.
As I walked up to the casket, my heart fell into my stomach. As his small body lay there in his little white suit with his baby blue bow tie, he looked so peaceful. I cried. I actually bawled. I…
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Angel Baby
It was the worst day of my life. This day changed my life forever. It is ingrained in my memory like cement. That night has replayed in my mind over and over again without ceasing. It’s like a never ending tragic movie that just doesn’t seem real- yet it is very real. After receiving the phone call that he was missing, I was driving as fast as I could with my heart beating out of my chest. I already knew what happened. In the depths of my heart, I expected the worst. As we turned down the street, it was like the scene out of a movie. Fire trucks, police cars, and crowds of rescuers and neighbors were gathered around the house, searching, confused and panicked. My heart sank and chills ran up my spine. So many cars were there, we had to park down the street. As we frantically…
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The Wonder of Yourself
Great post, great links, lets blog!!!!
In the words of OM “comments disabled here”
Sometimes, trying to write, or trying to blog, I think, it’s all been done? Is there anything new under this sun or any other? This world is old, ancient, instead of getting discouraged that it’s all been done, why not be inspired? What piece can we add to the puzzle of flesh and blood? Why not add to the delicious soup of humanity?
1. Imagine the caveman/cavewoman who invented the wheel, thinking, “Aggh, me done, no more wheel”. Our ancestors roasting a woolly mammoth s’more over the first fire, “Fire good. No more. Been done”.
2. Remember the first song you heard? Did you think, no need to hear any more music.
3. First joke? You laughed and thought, did that, no need to laugh anymore.
4. Can there ever be enough smiles? Enough laughter? Enough joy?
5. First kiss? Wow. Checked that off your list.
6. Watched the…
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Pro Bono Editing
This is a kind gesture and I wanted to thank you!
I don’t know about you, but several times I’ve visited blogs and read posts where the writer has great content but has a few spelling and/or grammar issues mixed in. I don’t blame them. We all make mistakes and I used to be a horrible speller, but out of a desire to be helpful I’m tempted to post a comment to correct their mistake(s).
Maybe you’ve had the same urge. You’re not being superior or critical, you just want to give a fellow writer a hand. But it’s so…AWKWARD. What if they take it wrong? What if others take it wrong? What if they think you’re just stuck up and nosy?
But I do sincerely want to help anyone who would appreciate it. So, on a first-come-first-serve basis, (time permitting) I’m giving a standing offer to edit up to five posts daily (one post per person).
Now I’m…
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Life In My Tin Can 