Copy Catter

Member when I asked y’all if ya like being in the spotlight or at least in the flashlight, here? I’ll let you in on a little secret....


This cool and new to me blogger Shakira spotlights one of her followers every week in her sidebar. Super neat-OH peat-OH idea. I love it! So totally love it, don’t you? Well if not maybe you will after you are the one under the bright light of my side bar. Okay so instead of drawing a follower from my hat I’ll use a bowl, a jewel encrusted one. All Fancy Smancy like. In case you were wondering…I found Shakira by way of a button link Jannie Funster had featured on her side bar. But I’m not gonna do that button thang, sorry but it looks too complicated and by that I mean time consuming, to me. I’ll stick to the old fashioned draw a Follower outta my hat easy way.

NO promises as to how long I’ll keep this up, y’all know how we Royalty are...But I can guarantee that you will never, no never be My Flashlight Follower of the week IF you aren’t a follower. Hum, is this some kind of scheme of mine to gain a wonderful awesome big a$$ following, you may ask. Well, did ya, ask? I know at least one of my dear internets did cause I heard you all the way through my screen. Yes, I guess maybe it is.  So what,  rhetorical question so it needs no answer. No don't answer.

And everyone says oooo, awww and oh my, when’s it gonna be my turn? The first lucky follower will be shown in my side bar Sunday August 1st. Of course new followers will be added to the bowl, as they begin to follow moi and those silly enough to “stop following” will be very promptly removed. Humph!

Are you following  Me? This blog that is? Perhaps it's time you did

Surprise!

Please be sure to read the stuff below...it's a Surprise about moi!

The Dream
       .according to us

I saw a miniature black horse; its name was Ninety-two
standing before orange elevator doors
they chimed open, Ninety-two winked and leapt inside

I followed, fell into roses red and white and dripping with dew
every scratchless thorn capped with cotton
as 'round the palace the Queen raced on little Ninety-two

I hid behind red velvet curtains, plush and warm as wine,
while the sweat-flecked horse rode on, faster and faster
and the Queen fixed me with her terrible eye

As she put Ninety-two through saddle breaking phases,
Ninety-two strobed, electric
and she was sometimes me and sometimes the Queen

Like a hot tart dropped in haste, Ninety-two’s
chaotic glow took on a heat of
madness - liberating floating in sweet madness!

Equine strength summoned, she galloped full speed
The ground seemed to give way and suddenly
I and not the Queen was airborne, soaring majestically

Tiny toy houses and doll like people fell away
they could not see me above, light as air
Bliss; until a far north wind came and took me

Orange balloons with black eighteen's galloped skyward
like little winged ponies as I emerged,
Birthday Queen, from childhood's fevered dream

I awoke at last, in my damp and familiar bed
Mother smiling, gently wiping my brow
and little Ninety-two safely corralled in my arms

 
Y’all remember the Daisy Chain Poem (finished poem above) I told you about it over here? Mark has posted about his piece here. Well my dear internets I’m honored to announce that Linda Simoni-Wastila of Left Brain Write, has / or shortly will post an interview of moi. So my dear internets please rush on over there and find out what deep secret questions she may have asked and how they were answered by me. Linda will also be interviewing some {if not all} of the other poets that participated in the chain…Oooo, this is so exciting I can’t wait to find out what I said. Come on let’s go,  I'll wait

{waiting} don’t worry take your time {waiting} I know it may be a little long winded {waiting} But hey I’m so worth it and you are so ultra worth waiting for. No seriously. I mean it.

Okay so now that you are back I have a few questions for y’all:

1. What did you think?

2. Did I sound like a crazy a$$?

3. Were you impressed with any of my answers? And if so Which ones?

4. Did I embarrass myself?

5. Should I refuse any and all future interview requests from now on?

Come on do tell, don’t be shy…I’m waiting

Lucky, lucky me

I count myself as among the lucky. I have become acquainted with many fine folks here in the www. Okay so I think they are fine. And mumbling and grumbling over coffee on lazy mornings would be a treat. And the following is about two such loverly lucky things…


I’m sure I don’t have to remind y’all that this has been National Poetry Month and how I’ve been doing the daily prompts as offered by Robert at Poetic Asides (no this is not a commercial)…

So’s anyways I was asked for a few poems to be looked over and edited by Georganna of A Writer’s Edge, which she did only for her own entertainment - As poetry is a personal thing making it somewhat relative to edit; (relative to the person writing and what they are conveying) and an editors changes may incite a shift in the overall emotion that the poet was sending. If that makes any sense to anyone other than me. Okay now the point She is going to post one such poem of mine sometime today Wednesday 4-28-2010 and I must say that I’m very excited and sincerely touched and honored by this wonderful gesture of www friendship. Thanks so much Geo!

Now on to some poetry crazy-a$$ed’ness (a word I just now made up) I was also lucky in that I was asked to participate in a Daisy Chain event by Drwasy, well my dear internets I seldom pass up a poetry challenge and plus it sounded fun. We each were to start a poem with whatever rules and theme we wanted and e-mail it to the person on the list that appeared after us. Things went a little awry as they are inclined to do when traveling by way of the www, it’s world wide after all. I won’t put my starter here as there is still some discussion as to what their end may be, BUT I will post the silly (yet fun) poem that I diddled up to mark the event (and using the prompt from April26) Ladies and Gentlemen and Others, here for the first time is…{exciting music of your choice)



Daisy Chain


Five starters made it around (to me)
And then no others could be found
Oh me, oh my who was to blame
It wasn’t busy Melissa
On accounta she couldn’t play
Robin sent to Mark and then he to me

And I on to Tony and he to Linda
Michael and Laurita were in the chain
And three went missing the email way
Oh who to blame
It was poor ol’ Doug that got picked

And being the good sport, that I hope he is
Said Our Distant Friends are Impetus
And the Citizen Three remembered
July 12, 1979 was like a Speedball

And then they went on to The Dream
Of an Early Spring which weirdly turned
Out to be Terminal

And now you too have been zapped
By the gang and their fun daisy chain


Back to lucky me – Silly is as silly does and sometimes a little crazy a$$ed’ness will lighten the load; worries can get carried off by nonsense and laughter

Disclaimer: I don’t know any of these fine folks, virtually or otherwise, (other than Linda) so as for Doug, I only used the terms Old and Poor as an artist prerogative, for all I know he is young and very (very I say) wealthy.

Hum sometimes I wonder...

about my dear internets. So someone, a secret admirer perhaps, thinks this blog is so funny that it screams H~U~M~O~R  or is someone trying to say I scare the hell outta ‘em. Okay all kids outside, no really send them outside to play for a change. I am pleased to have been given this, ah, um, ah thing from you know who (my secret admirer)  Oh yeah I almost forgot to say thank you, so thank you my dear internet.

passing this on to:

Susan’s Snippets - her photos and commentary are screamingly real

Ma Vie Folle - she just cracks me up

Melissa’s manic Musings  - what can I say she is a maniac

And now for some Crazy A$$ed questions (as if you would expect anything less than whole milk)

1. How does my screen look from your side?

2. Beloved asks: What did the 1st camel say to the 2nd camel when describing her new pedicure over the phone? (yeah you know it’s funny)

3. Have you ever pulled someone’s finger? And if so I dare you to describe your experience (don’t be scared the clown is watching)

4. And now that my screen has been cleaned how does it look?

5. Have you ever been bitten by a dog? I have can you guess where? Go ahead take a guess

6. Are you the type of cook that buys pre-boiled eggs like these below?

7. And one last question; okay so y’all know when you sign something xxxooo, meaning hugs and kisses, does the x represent the hug or the kiss? Cause it seems like the hug should be the o, because it like hugs you.

Special thanks to all those that helped to make this weird post possible:
Jannie for the award, Loose Leaf Notes-for the puppy, Beloved for the camel toe joke (yes it's still funny I mean just picture it), Grandpaw for the finger pulling, Moi for the super cool photo, Butch for the doggie bite, Moi again for the photo, and Baby Girl for the xxx & ooo question

Now go out there and leave some comment love on all the blogs you visit this week, even if all you type is "Paige told me to say hi."

Ulnar and Solar

Well my dear internets the kitchen, dining and living rooms are being worked on. My office has not installed anything at my house so that I could work from there. I guess there is always next year.


Good new the solar guys showed up and it has been installed. We are now proud owners of our own renewable energy, did I mention we are selling it to the utility company. It should cover our usage and after a few years or so it will have paid for itself and it's a good thing.

Keeping it short today, cause as y’all know I just had my last scheduled surgery for the year, ulnar nerve release. Dr. Yee says it is sorta like the carpel tunnel syndrome…the nerve gets trapped and restricted by tendons and such in my case at the elbow. This is also the same nerve that can be pinched/damaged at the neck. Remember when my co-worker had her neck fused, that was for her ulnar, but her doctor just called it a nerve. But anyways this nerve can also be trapped at the wrist, I’m sure y’all will agree with me when I say no I don’t what that.

Before photo over at 365 Views by Me; maybe even an after???? That is if you dare!

My whole arm is wrapped up nice and straight, yeah very weird. Alrighty then, meds kicking in and I’m off to nap. Take care my dear, dearest internets…



Read ya soon

Stuff and About the weekend

Those of you that pop in at my photo blog, 365 views by me, know how disappointed I was when I went to see the hand dude and he did not remove the stitches of which I have eleven. The bruising on my wrist is fading very slowly as is the one on my palm, they don't show up in the photographs very well but those blue stitches sure look weird huh?. This post as well as well as the last several ones have been written with the software Dragon naturally speaking and if I have not said so in the past I like it. This is not a compensated advertisement, merely my personal opinion, thank you very much FTC.


While I was out on vacation/recuperation we had an oncologist visit, my Beloved is doing well and we don't have to go back for three more months. His liver enzymes improved due to a medication he has been on called Actos. The side effects he has from it are sore throat and bloating, both of which he dislikes, but if they keep him from having liver problems he is good with it.

I am back at work and things are still slow which is very good for me and my cut up hand. Speaking of my cut you can find pictures at 365 views by me. Hey there is nothing wrong with a little self promotion especially among my dear internets. And speaking of my dear internets we are off this weekend to the Enchanted Rock which is located in the hill country of Texas, where if all goes well I will hook up with (is that an okay phrase to use?) with a fun surprise. I hope we will get to experience what the rock is known for...

It sparks and it hums, the native Indians considered it as sacred. Oh the rock, it is one of the largest pink granite boulders in the United States. I know you are not surprised as everything is bigger in Texas. Anywho I'm looking forward to the trip and the weather is supposed to be autumn beautiful. But don't be jealous my dear internets I shall carry you with me in my heart.

In the meantime before we go I want to leave you with this quote by the poet Todd Boss "Our stories are the pier from which we think we've seen the ocean." And speaking of Todd I want y'all to go read his poem, it is followed by an interview, which you may read while there if you choose.

Safe and happy weekend to you my dear internets, what are your plans?

G V T part 2

Are you ready for part 2 for the Grand Virtual Tour of my studio? Who was it that wanted to see the bathroom door? Oh never mind, I suppose it doesn’t really matter…here it is.



No it ‘s not really stained glass, it’s one of those “cling” type things. I got it from Home Depot, I think...well really I just don’t remember. Hey give me a break I have sleept a few hundred times since then. Where was I… oh yeah the Grand Virtual Tour. So what if I said that already. Who’s counting? Well I guess you will have to just get over it. You see sometimes my dear internets I repeat myself. Who doesn’t? Now let’s see…Ok then we’ll get started. This is the main media portion. As you can see there is a TV, yes it is Heavy Duty (HD). Sorry I thought it was funny…you can stop the hissing now…no I’m cereal stop it. Cripes what a hard group.

I know it’s a weird place for a stack of rocks but I’m weighing down an altered book I’m working on. Oh you don't, just google it and you too can make one… of course you have enough talent. I mean even a monkey could... I mean look at me if I can you can. Next question please…someone…any one…Yes it’s one of those Amish heaters you have seen advertized on TV. It works very well in here. No I won’t turn it on are you crazy it’s over a hundred degrees outside. Geez don’t be such a crazy a$$! Besides the air conditioner is on. Yeah both Beloved and I like the art deco style, but as you can also see we are a bit eclectic. No they are not my weapons and no I don’t particularly like them but I did promise Beloved an area where he could hang out so ya know how that goes.


This is my primary working corner although I can roll the island anywhere. Yes it is made from 2 cabinets of drawers screwed together. They are screwed to a piece of plywood that has High Definition (HD) wheels and a plywood top that I stained and put a couple of coats of polyurethane on it.

And this is back to the beginning. We got the microwave and small fridge on clearance. Oh those, those are sort of like desk areas. If they didn't have so much crap stacked in the opening I could pull up a chair and sit while I blog or create magnificent works of fine arts. I Do Too…well maybe one day I will…if I want to.

And who knows maybe I’ll show you some more of that art stuff. That is a maybe Not a promise. Thanks for coming. Bye y’all…bye bye now.

When do I get to see your places? Come on now be fair...I showed you mine now you have to show me yours!

Blame the Funster!

She is the one that “goaded” me into this and some of you my dear internets know that sometimes it takes very little. For instance a word or two that may indicate I could not would write poem. Dare I. Well I did. Maybe this will make up a bit to my dear internets that didn’t care much for the way my last post ended. Hey you have to forgive me cause it’s me the Queen of Paradise Valley and you so know you love me!

Here is the photo (not a great one) to get ya started…

And now the poem, that will make you laugh and say things like I can’t believe no one has written this before; how clever; OMG what an idiot; or…if only Hellen Reddy was reading this. Yeah things like that.


Hear ye, hear ye
(Brassiere ye)

Hooks and frilly lace binding
Feminine freedoms
Like flags of yester years, burned
Smoke rose as pointed funnels into history

Medium to small and custom enlargements
Advertized as secrets, bared

Pink, blue, white or zebra stripe
So gently put into training

Making fashion statements
Sporting support has shaken
Bubbling out and over
Cleavage of strapless propriety

Bras flung with wild abandon
Anticipation haltered

From Jannie’s loss
To a beggar’s found
At ye ol’ Texas Renaissance Festival

Innie or Outtie

No this has nothing to do with belly buttons or navel oranges. G~O~S~H!

I came across a link a while back at a writers forum I visit (Editor Unleashed) and it lead me to an interesting blog called Not from around here are you?. I know you my dear internets are not accustomed to feeling like an outsider so some of the stories there may not appeal to you but trust me, and I know you do, when I say you will like and enjoy what you read. There are many to choose from so just pick a title and read and empathize with these poor outsiders. And when you pop over there to see you may find a familiar name (MINE) or two of my writing buds from around the www. And who knows you may be inspired to tell your story of being an outtie.

Now a disclaimer: Michael had asked some of his own peps only to write a piece but he, fortunately for me, left his information lying out and I borrowed it. I mean what are neighbors for anyway if not gleaning information, gossip or a cup of sugar from. No this does not require a real answer and I'm fresh outta sugar.

Oh and please be sure to just overlook a typo or two as you normally would for me

AND how do you like my new little quick response check boxes-Snnnazzy huh?

April PAD

And here we are April and National Poetry Month just about over for 2009. So here for your review and my recap some information about poetry and writing

Can we have a little Class

To write what? Huh?

Prose or is that poetry

Poetry is something but what

Who is the Poet

and more recently this year there was

How do you read

How--What do you write

How to build and end

New places or at least new to me places

How a Poem Happens

Poems Out LOUD

Thanks for being a part of my poetry world and for staying while I babbled on and on about it.

This Just In...

UPDATED 4-13-09 ... Brian of The New Author has stopped, suspended, halted all voting in the First Annual Poetry / Short Story Contest. It seems that the poll may have been tampered with and he has therefore acquired anonymous judges to take over in lieu of pier voting for the best Short Story and Poem. The decision is still expected to come in sometime on Friday.

It is sad that even suspecting unscrupulous behavior has marred his first contest. I hope the alleged possibility of tampering turns out to be a mistake. I also hope this will not affect his decision to hold further contests, in what has become a large writing community surrounding The New Author blog that itself has managed to be so helpful to.



My poem ‘If I Were’ has been selected as a finalist in the New Author Blog’s contest. If you can find a minute PLEASE pop over there and check out the offerings and vote* for your choice. I hope I’m your choice. My piece can be found shown in the April 8 post; and look for the title “If I Were”

{jumping up & down—hands waving in air---pick me pick me}

After reading all the poems and short stories you will be able to cast your vote* by way of a “Poll” Voting begins today April 10 at 3:00 pm. Good luck to all the finalist.


*Voting will last for about a week, so don’t feel like you have to hurry; just make sure you don’t forget about little ol’ me {yes a play on your sympathies}

Thank you Brian and you Dear Internet

Oh one more time cause I like things in sets of three; that is at New Author and the title is If I Were

Going Home

This is the door that we endlessly ran in and out of, the screen door is gone now, it has been replaced with a burglar bar door. But the old wooden one is still the same and believe it or not the glass is the same that was there when my parents bought the place. The door has pealing white paint and the original rusty barn red shows through. I can remember when it was that color all over, well except the brick cause we don’t’ believe in painting brick. {not that there is anything wrong in painting brick if you like that sort of thing}

This is the window where my mother would watch us play in the backyard, as she washed dishes in the double sink. The sink is the same but the faucets have changed a few if not several times. There used to be trees, the clothesline {solar dryer} was tied to them. My sisters and I would make tents over the line with blankets and have tea parties with our dolls or picnics. The one really big oak tree I would climb and sit on this one special branch that was just right for a little girl needing to sit. All the trees are gone having been fell by one hurricane or another through the years. My tree had to be cut down a few years after My limb fell and hit the power and phone lines coming into the house. Which caused a chain reaction; house caught on fire making the transformer on the power pole blow and that affects the pocket book. Because everyone knows, or at least should know, that between the pole and your home is your problem.

Why the walk down memory lane? We went to my parents recently so I could cut my daddy’s toenails, cause I do that {back-story in a few}. And when I was emptying the foot thingy out the back door, cause a good Earth friendly citizen should not pour good water down the bad drain when it can be used on something in the yard, I noticed the pealing paint and thought of how many times I must have gone in and out that very same door ~a hundred Gazillion at least. And yes I bet at least a third, ok maybe half of those times (could be more) was followed by the phrase “Don’t slam the screen door!”

*here’s that back story of sorts. When I was little and we would pack up in the unair-conditioned car to head up north to Indiana {home} my daddy would always cut my great-grandfather’s toenails when we got to the farm. When my dad was in the hospital several years ago I noticed how long and knarly his talons were and I was honestly a little surprised they were that bad. It was just pitiful (dapoppins Pity Party) I mean EE-U! I sure hope, IF / when I can’t do my own, someone will do it for me.

Such are the little things we don’t think about and take for granted~~sometimes.

Oh by the way I won a prize and y'all are so jealous. I just know it. This is getting posted from the Gage Hotel in Marathon Texas. As I am on vacation in the Big Bend National Park area. Which is MOST AWESOME y'all gotta come here one of these days! We will be there tomorrow and thru the remainder of the week. Any one feeling HOT HOT HOT

Party Time ???

Here's a little something for dapoppins from me worthy of a full wallowing in a pity party pit…

Beloved and I used to work out, really, exercise at the Y every day, serious. Well one thing led to another and we started missing and it totally went down hill. After that I seemed to have gained a little weight all of a sudden. It was weird! I tell you one day everything was fine and then the next day I could not stand it anymore, my stupid pants must have shrank like 2 sizes instantaneously-for real. I had to leave work in the middle of the day and go to the walsmart across the street and buy a new pair of britches. What ta hell was that all about?

Then it got worse, I started craving candy bars in the afternoon, and the deli in my building was just so very handy and I’d just pop on down and come back eating and being the natural smart a$$ that I am I would say, “I’m not near fat enough yet.”

And now a couple few years later I have found out that I am plenty fat enough. But no matter how many times I say, “I’m not near skinny enough, yet” nothing happens. Now I refuse to go and buy any "big" clothes and one day I will be naked at work and then everyone else will know I’m not near skinny enough, either.

I should get some sort of badge for this~~don’t chya think?

Post #100

I should have something momentous to say, but alas I don’t. I will say how much I have enjoyed this blog and all the wonderful people it has enabled me to visit and learn about and to care about. You are all amazing and as eclectic as I could ever hope for.

I feel that I have grown as a poet and I’m even willing to call myself that now because of your encouragement; all of you my virtual friends the ones that don’t have to be nice. Not to discount my beloved. I can hear him now telling me how he backs me up---slowly against the sheets. Oh sorry never mind. Where was I…

This 100th post is dictated to you dear Internet. Thank you for putting up with my lame postings, funny and or smarty panties comments I may have left and will continue to leave you, unless you block me. --BUT DON'T YOU DARE ! --And for my complete what the heck is she trying to say or did she mean by that sh*t post and comments.

I have watched you, stalked you
Annoyed you and pissed you off
Yet you have hung in there,
Well some of you anyway
Enduring my corn-porn LoL-s
And you have taught me things,
Shared tears, laughter, loves and even
Sometimes your secrets with me
I miss those who have gone
Moved on with living in a
Different world, with real people
I have written poems inspired by
You, your words, your mysteries
For you my virtual friends
May the sun always shine of
Rainbows and butterflies
May faith guide you, love hold you
And peace stay in your heart each and
Every time to go Paradise Valley 2…
Hell’s mountain


And Happy Birthday to me lalala

Time I NEED more Time

I have set some personal goals for myself this year, well more of what I am calling self-challenges. I hope to write a poem a day everyday this year. I have made a “prompt jar” for the days when my muse sleeps in or decides to take a wild vacation. If you would like to add to my prompts, I need about 100 more, please leave your suggestions and ideas in the comments and I’ll be glad to add them. Single words, short phrases, they can be totally off the wall or normal every day things, such as…catsup on the floor…blue-green…sneeze. You get my drift?

I know this is a lot to ask of myself, but to push me even further Sara over here, mentioned this Project365 thing and I though hey that sounds like fun and besides I carry my camera with me all the time everywhere I go. So I’m gonna do it too, take a photo everyday and you will be able to find them over here at

365 Views By Me

Knowing my posting habits, right now I’ll just post a few to several at one time instead of the actual day I take the shot. Mind you they may or may not all be Totally Spectacular Photographs but they will be photos.

Prose or is that Poetry

I have passed on to y’all some of the stuff I picked up about Ink and Writing so naturally this leads us, ok me, onto Prose-the ordinary form of spoken or written language, without metrical structure which is what distinguishes it from verse / poetry; it is also by definition boring, dull and tiresome. Prose is a pretty word to describe general forms of writing. It is paragraphs made of grouped sentences that use standard rules of punctuation and grammar in clear and concise words to convey a message or idea of any sort. Every day we say and write words telling the everyday kind of stories or do we?

All writing is prose, it is the style we use that keeps it from being tedious and makes familiar or new subjects interesting which is what all writers want their writing to be. Each of us want to be unique and individual in voice and point of view regardless of whether we are telling a story, passing along gossip or teaching. There are many styles of writing-humor, journalist / news, academia, business, poetry and others. Style can be determined by what a writer wants to say for instance a note of condolence, a blog entry of a vacation or a complaint rant or letter of recommendation of self or a business associate. It can be formal or informal. These are only a few examples there are many different styles and combinations of styles that are used for writing prose.

Prose or Poetry or Prose Poetry and how do you know? This is a convoluted mess, between the dictionary and the common thought or belief if you will. Prose Poetry is believed by some literary persons not be a valid form of poetry as it does not conform to precise rules that are set out for other forms, including free verse, and yet it is highly descriptive with flourishes of fantasy. Because it does not have any rules it is sometimes considered flash fiction.

I have written what I think is prose poetry, being fancy sing songy words in story form written in paragraphs as opposed to stanzas and they have sometimes contained loose rhyme. I like this form and do consider it poetry and not flash fiction, which I have done as well. I came across this site that has some pretty cool Prose Poetry. I really enjoyed Fireflies and Blueprint Cyanotype. Here’s a site you can check out for different artistic forms and here is an article I came across written by Peter Johnson about the prose poem.
I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did researching and writing this little piece of prose and I suppose I should post a some prose poetry that I have written...


PARADISE VALLEY

Though I walk through, I slow my step to admire the beauty of it all. I absorb every thing that I can, while I can. Time spent here is peaceful and full of gladness; it is not near long enough. I see the shadows as they fall in front of me, I look upon them, my feet say retreat, my heart says stand strong, and my soul knows I am protected. They are mere shadows to be stepped upon; they will pass and fade with the afternoon sun. Night comes and the stillness is breathtaking. A whole new beauty develops and surrounds me. Yet still the shadows lurk. They are cast about in a haphazard way. I am protected and yet sense them. I don’t let them trip me or make me fall. Serenity cleanses and chases the shadows away. I am loved. I can rest in paradise and all will be well. It is not fleeting; it is here, all around. Paradise valley waits.

To Write-When-What-- HUH?

This started out as simply looking up in the dictionary the word ‘Write’ to get the “official” definition;
Write: to form letters, words, or symbols to convey knowledge, information or ideas, by the use of an instrument such as pencil or pen on paper or by computer technology digitally.
Naturally to write goes hand in hand with Ink which I told you about here.
Anywho, I noticed that it didn’t say when people first started writing, so I Googled for it. By reading several different web sites about when writing was, shall we say, invented I gleaned the following information and decided I would share what I learned regarding this everyday thing we do and teach but oh so often, if not always, take for granted.
Through archeology detective work it is commonly thought that written language came about due first to record keeping and then developed after that for more than inventory and record keeping.
Clay tablets were found in ancient Sumeria, from 3200 BC and the symbol writing on them is called cuneiform. It is also possible that writing was invented by others including the Olmecs 400BC ancestor to the Maya 200-1500 AD and China 1200BC. In all these cases it is believed that the symbols, to represent animals and food crops, were scratched into clay tablets and hash marks represented the number of those items. From those recorded symbols the connection to words of similar sounds was formed and built upon. And thereby forming syllabic symbols or glyphs if you will or so I have read.
Most of us if not all are familiar with the Rosetta Stone, it has led to more than one language breakthrough. Handy lil’ thang ain’t it.
Why not look up the “official” definition of something you think you know and understand and find out if you really do. Remember knowledge is power and besides if it ever comes up in conversation, during a trivia game or Cranium you will have the right answer.
Oh one more little thing, not to tick anyone off, but just to share a thought that popped in my screwy convoluted gray matter. Here is something to ponder…
We all know of the Garden of Eden and that Eve ate of the forbidden fruit… Well what if that fruit was Written Language?

a little prose for ya...
AMATEUR WRITER

An amateur writer repeating familiar words in the hopes of a few that agree. They will flow together and bring meaning to some. To edify the reader and listener alike. But how, how to describe and express with pencil and ink that which is in an amateur writer. The words swirl in and out, sometimes with great ease rushing forth barely waiting to join the paper. Laying down upon it with fluid motion and lyrical sound. Other times with sweat and agony slowly grinding onto the bare blank page. Even then only as a mass, jumbled together, not pleasing to the eye much less the lips. They stick to the tongue as peanut butter does to dry crackers. But still an amateur writer must place the loved and hated words on empty paper, in the form of plays, poems, sonnets and tales. It doesn’t matter whether the words are acted out with great drama, sweetly spoken in the ear of a lover or verbalized to a group of the young or old. An amateur writer has the need, the need to write; that is the delusion the anguish and the sweet torture of an amateur writer.

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100 Things about Paige...

100. I sing in the car and in public places and don’t care if you or anyone else likes it.
99. Yes I have been married three times
98. Seat belt wearing since the 1980’s
97. Lesbians like me although I don’t swing that way
96. I do all sorts of handcrafts
95. I have had carpel tunnel surgery
94. I’m not ticklish
93. Sometimes I think I’m funny when no one else does
92. Used to be a hair stylist, but I don’t like “fixing” my own hair
91. Cuss too much
90. I’m not a girly girl- I prefer jeans and tee shirts
89. Favorite word is the F word-you know it, don’t make me say it cause I will
88. I prefer starchy foods- taters and white rice and bread
87. I have a very southern accent and sound like a hick
86. I was born in Indiana
85. I sometimes make things harder than they have to be
84. My manners aren’t the greatest-So What?
83. I am organized; it’s just in my own way
82. I am eclectic in most things-music, books, people, clothes-whatever
81. I have not skinny-dipped
80. I interrupt people when they are talking- not always but a lot
79. Sometimes I drive over the speed limit. On purpose!
78. As of this writing I have been to 15 different states and 3 countries
77. I like watching end of the world survival movies
76. Raisins are NOT on my list of foods. They look like giant ticks.
75. I still miss my dog Butch after 20 years
74. I could use a little help getting dressed sometimes.
73. Unique- one word to describe me
72. If I were to meet someone exactly like me- I would not like her. There would be too much competition. Ya Know?
71. I have a hand gun and a license to carry it
70. I carry a 9 mm and a 38, but normally not at the same time
69. I have seen the Irish Sea, it’s not really green but if the light hits it just right…
68. I have been on a mountain, dappled with snow. It was awesome
67. I was an abused wife-the first time around
66. I have stood on a volcano and shivered, it’s cold up there
65. I know to love someone on a truly deep level you must love yourself first
64. I have dipped my toes in both the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
63. I am the oldest girl of my siblings but not the oldest sibling
62. I’m prepared for the possibility of disaster
61. I have been told by more than one person that during high school they wanted to be more like me. Independent
60. In high school I was not part of any clique and was ok with that.
59. I like my job and think I’m paid fairly
58. I have 7 children, 2 natural, 2 adopted, 1 step, 2 are my husband’s step children
57. I expect from people the same things I expect of myself
56. As a child I ate milk bones for dogs and I liked them
55. On occasion I have talked during the movie-makes you cringe I know
54. I don’t have friends-one day I may regret this
53. I cuss too often
52. I have respect for my elders
51. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, other than be alive
50. I fart really REALLY loudly, but lack the perfume to go with it
49. They used to call me a disco queen
48. I talk to strangers at the store while standing in line
47. I know the words to hundreds, thousands and maybe millions of songs but yet couldn’t sing most with the music/melody playing
46. My ears are small, so I have been told by more than a few folks
45. A doctor once told me that my right ear drum has a star in it-like a star sapphire stone.
44. I know prayers get answered-just not always the way I want
43. I was a New Year’s baby but not born in the first week of the year
42. I wrote my first story at the age of 9. It was about the new “color” TV we had just gotten.
41. The “old” TV had been thrown into the wall by my alcoholic father
40. I love my parents
39. Believe in ghosts, why yes I do. I have seen them
38. I do not like the smell of “baby powder”
37. I know that is not how babies smell.
36. I have mitral valve prolapse. That’s a heart thing
35. I really like color-bright brilliant colors
34. Believe in life on other planets-why not where does it say we are the “Only”
33. I have gone hungry many times to feed my child, and would do it again.
32. Some of the stuff I write is dark and disturbing to my husband
31. I don’t always write as if the piece is about me. I am important but face it the world does not revolve around me.
30. I have pre-arranged my funeral
29. I have photos of me and my headstone. No shit!
28. Sleep in the nude? Yes me too.
27. Sometimes I’m too outspoken
26. I enjoy looking at other people’s vacation photos. I might learn something
25. Have been molested as a young child (this has happened to 1 out of every 3 people) & still haven’t told my mother
24. Shipley’s donuts are the best.
23. I like summer over any other season
22. Day person. I start getting sleepy around 8pm. Seriously!
21. Shorts with a hem or cut offs- Cut Off jeans please.
20. I have been a victim of racial discrimination even though I’m caucasian
19. I think I am a fair person
18. I love my children more than they think or know
17. I practice tough love-and it hurts me
16. My wedding bouquet consisted of-yellow daffodils, white roses, forget-me-nots and maiden head fern
15. I like being bare footed
14. I love paisley fabric
13. My favorite color is Purple
12. I love taking photographs
11. I’m a fabri-acholic
10. I have been sewing since I can remember
9. I miss my children
8. I love the way my husband smells
7. I believe life is sacred
6. Money is NOT everything. With that said…
5. I prefer white gold
4. Diamonds are ok but I way prefer emeralds and stones of color
3. I know God is
2. Paige is not the name on my birth certificate but one I picked for an Internet alias. I had to y’all, to protect the innocent
1. I am so totally in love with my husband