Tag: learning

THE WRONG RISK OR THE WRONG TIME

When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?

Well now, the last time I took a big risk was a long while ago. I am sure I have taken several small risks since. But we will talk about the big risk. The wrong risk I took for a project my mind forced me to do; having the same horrendous nightmare. This drove me to write about the dream in order for them to stop entering my sleep.

The risk goes like this. I was in the process of writing this story that came to my head out of the blue. Not really, I continued to have these horrendous nightmares keeping me underground; working. I did however escape, only to be caught and brought back to work. That’s when I seen I was not, the only human being forced to work, but, the crazy thing about being down there working, was, I was never allowed to leave my bream knowing what I was working at?

The name of my story, BUZZER

After locking myself in the work room for four months, words flew from my mind to the computer non stop until a wall of questions bombarded my thoughts. This blockage caused me to take the next step leaving the wall creating symbols to spell out words; an alien language. An actual dictionary took form.

Once the language was set, the only place for me to go was back to my barricade. Oh bother.

I’m sure we all know, they tell us, “we cannot write something we don’t know anything about.” They tell us, “readers are smart. They ask questions.” So, I needed to learn about the next step to be able to carry on with my story.

I know, you are probably wondering where am I going with this. What could possibly be anything that important, for me to go out and take a big risk writing a story? What kind of a story is this risk taker blabbing about that went horribly wrong.

I will tell you what kind of a risk. Sack man. An Arrest. I came upon a part in my story where an arrest had to be written about. Shh. That I am called a goody two shoe person, how could I possibly write an arrest?

I have not witnessed an arrest, I have not been arrested, I did not know anybody who has been arrested. So, I needed to find out right?

😶

Okay, to make a long story short, the jest of it was, I went out to escape someone. Mother.

I went to a bar, had three beers and a shot of black Sambuca to end the night. On the way home I was HIT with an epiphany … 🤩 I will ask the police officer I seen sitting across the street where I had my drink; something told me he was coming for me, especially the way he stormed off in the other direction; one way street. It had to be for me?

Okay, all I had to do was drive maybe twenty feet, turn the corner and I would be home. But that EPIPHANY told me to stop and wait!

Well the rest is history. I was not able to ask him anything. He took me down town in handcuffs; oh the pain. Telling me the “officer in charge wanted to see me.” ???!

That was the most wrongful risk ever taken by me and possibly the last. Still remains the question.

Was it the wrong risk or the wrong time.

Lmao. 🤣 actually it was not funny at all. Did I write the arrest into my story? No!!! I chose a totally different path for that part of the book.

Down with Epiphany’s

The End.

RISK TAKERS

Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

Very many years ago I took several risks without thinking about “the risks”. Just some times, there is no time to think just act.

I tore a burning shirt off a baby with my bare hands without thinking and burned both my hands. At the time I was the age of nine. Could have been eight, but the only thing in my mind was the shirt have to get off the burning baby. One time I stood in front of my siblings to take the beating first, boys oh boy, hoping to tire out our mother, fat chance there. I was the age of 10 or 11 at that time. She never got tired. One time I jumped off a bridge to save a kid, I was a kid myself. Never gave one thought of the undertow or how fast the river was moving, just jumped. I believe my age was 13, where I didn’t do much thinking of risks at all. My intent was on a one way track, just do it and get to the boy fast before he drowns.

When I was young I had this crazy notion of saving people without a thought in my head except to rescue them.

I thought about the risk of taking my older sister’s clothes 🤔 , 🤷‍♀️ and wore her new velvet pants, I don’t regret it. At 15, I couldn’t care less. lol. The pants were beautiful and my sister was not home. I figured she would never know and didn’t give it another thought.

I’m sure I took plenty of risks without regret, in my mind, I had good enough reasons to do the things I did before doing them, never thinking about the consequences, 😉 to this day I do not regret any of them.

I was a risk taker. 😏

CHANGE WHAT IS CHANGE

What is change.

Can it be the lose coins in your pocket? People call lose change in their pockets change. Why. Why are the coins in your pocket or purse called change? Or; would you like your change sir? Or; don’t forget your change.

I give you my twenty dollar bill to pay for my sixteen dollar shirt in exchange for the shirt and what change is left from the bill.

We don’t get two dollar or one dollar bills any more; they changed that, by taking the paper money away creating coins worth a two and one dollar bill. But then they changed the paper money all together, giving us plastic; it melts in the blazing heat of the sun, should you leave your plastic money on the dash of the inside of your car, truck. This is not fair change; money that melts. But, either way . . .paper money burns

But what about the residue? Bahahaha . . .Residue you may ask? Where does this residue come into play? Well, I do not know myself, because I do not snort stuff up my nose with the use of rolled up bill money. Is there a change in how the powder flows up through the plastic rather paper? Does the powder coat the paper bills and not the plastic? Could this be the reason for the change; paper to plastic? Just a thought as I type about change and what it may mean to some people? And don’t ask why this came to me, it just came. <<<>>>This is a CHANGE IN MY THOUGHT PATTERNS.

WHAT IS CHANGE? How about this . . .We change our minds. We change our clothes. We change the curtains hanging there after a period of time for something different. Change is anything different.

So, change is two different things, coin left over from a money bill and . . .doing anything different.

Below a few changes.

JOINT EASE BONES NOT MARIJUANA

Yes, joint pain in your hands not your favourite Acapulco gold marijuana stuff? But for all I know it may help as well.

But I have rheumatoid arthritis, actually they diagnosed me with that in my late teens. However, that I am running into my seventies, my pain generally overwhelms me with the dampness. For sure it’s a weather condition.

I tell people I’m allergic to the cold when they ask are you allergic to anything, yes the cold they giggle, thinking I’m being funny, it’s not funny-the cold super hurts-hurts my skin, hurts my bones!

One could say I’m allergic to the cold and dampness because it hurts like hell.

So here’s my story.

I was always taking some form of Gluten Sulphate, then getting tired of taking pills I quit for many years and taking the pain.

But then comes a day when the pills are necessary and you take them whether you like them or not. But then I started to take just recently, vitamin D a drop a day and I did this for quite a while still taking magnesium and glucosamine sulphate, with no pain at all, yay!

So I stopped taking the magnesium and glucosamine sulphate believing all I needed were the drops 😁. Yippee, pill free for a month!

UNTIL 😳🫣😭😭😭 out of the blue-my hands hurt like someone smashed them using a hammer. It was extremely painful just to make a fist. The ring finger on my right hand would not bend without the feeling of bursting. On the left hand it was my pointer finger screaming at me.

So I went from Yippee, yay, to OUCHWHY? within a month or two? Can’t remember. But I started back taking the pills😩

So that my vitamin D drops emptied, I started too take a teaspoon of cod liver oil and my magnesium and my glutamine sulphate and drink more water for about six weeks before the pain subsided.

I can at least make a fist, with a tiny bit of pain in my ring finger my left pointer, still feels a little swollen——we won’t do that again !! rheumatoid arthritis is nothing to play around with. I guess I have to take all that stuff forever, the pain is too intense now without taking the stuff. Hey I saw a movie once called “The stuff.” Was it with young Scott Bloom.

Need to sleep.

JOINT EASE

I take two everyday, and my pain has dwindled to clear ish. lol.

Joint ease bones not marijuana lol.

MY FIRST EDITION PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH

Hello to my great full respected readers. I am always pleased when you enjoy my silly thoughts. Thank-you.

I know it has been a while that I have blogged, but I have been quite busy, trying to edit a book I have written in 1996, with all these children my daughter kept having, lol. There is no time!

Now that these children are the ages of 15, 12, 9 and 6, all soon, starting this month until September they all will be one year up. 🥳

Oh bother, that with the mother losing her head and off to find it and their father incarcerated, the full responsibility is still mine and great full they are in school allowing me to edit this one story out of several, at last.

Now, need I remind you my brain is not functioning as the term normal on any scale of degrees. Meaning I started out dumb and continued in that fashion until I had my own children forcing me to be the best possible teacher allowing them to grow in a safe environment and make them to be five times smarter than I could ever be.

Of course living in my shoes from day one, born in an outhouse in the winter, and given away at four months, kidnapped at 16-18 months, then from an orphanage by the age of three only to be molested from the age of three to seven. Then from the age of ten to fifteen beat where I ran away to the children’s aid Society. That was a bad place to live until my father fought getting me out at the age of 17 1/2 and never looked back.

I can tell you the only thing I cared about was not getting a lick en and what was for supper? Meaning, school meant absolutely nothing to me, I thought it was a punishment? So what I learned was people are extremely cruel, mean, bullies and only care about themselves. So I trusted nobody! And practiced for twelve years lol, to be the best spy ever. Didn’t help much.

By the time I was 15, I was raped, attacked, driven to the bush, <<<>>> I laugh at that now, then, it was scary as big spiders falling on you, scary as lightning hammering down right in front of you, scary as falling off a boat into shark laced waters. I’m just happy to be alive.

My first day starting a job at a hospital I was attacked being held up off the floor by a mad man, I took the wrong door. 🤓 I got the day off.

But all in all I have Heroed several times without a second thought, and always prevented with the triumph of God by my side or in my body strength and purpose.

On the serious side of things. I’ve been run over by horse and buggy run down three times before my mother stopped it, hit my car twice and here I am today. I believe I died once, and I know I spoke to the Lord-he spoke to me. I guess my mission is to raise these children.

Oh wait a minute . . . are you supposed to die when your mission in life is over or something there like that, if that’s the case I don’t want that mission I don’t wanna know my mission my mission better still be confusing and somewhere still out there.

I started writing stories when my children were in school, and me rotten at spelling and grammar and pronunciation and punctuation and a whole whack of things. 😌 the difference between (is and was). Oh bother. Present and past. But when typing my mind has no time for perfection, as I see in my mind as I tell…is, is happening now.

Anyways.

My first edition-PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH

It did all start with the black floater in my left eye causing me to always slapping out at NOTHING! Then I started wondering how to rid of it, and my mind went berserk, all by itself.

THE END

Until the FLASK DRINKERS

Working on that now.

WHAT IS RIGHT WHAT IS WRONG & RULES

On what subject(s) are you an authority?

Subjects by authority eh.

Well, being raised with eight other kids learning the difference between right and wrong was taught by leather belts, sticks, hands and knuckles, with rules never to be broken henceforth we were subject to authority.

Being raised up like this until the age where you are now to old to get hit, of course adding to that fact, the rules are set and the difference between right and wrong are inevitable enough you don’t step outside of the learning. But now for the people around you?

Oh bother. It’s never a pretty sight.

SO WHAT DID YOU LEARN STATE of the Word 2024

Learning state of the word 2024

Oh my. I am watching the video with the speaker telling us about all the new things we can use while creating a blog.

There are so many new tools added to WordPress that are so very cool.

The problem here for me is, all this new awesome features are going in one ear and out the other, as my brain is wowing and wondering about remembering any of this information. 😲🫣😳

Something tells me I will need to rewatch and listen very many times. 😂☺️

Playground? PWA? Blueprints? Technology 😝

Now you may ask me “So what did you learn State of the Word 2024.”

Well I learned WordPress is wider than I ever thought and extremely powerful and happy I am a part of this fantastic platform.

I love you WordPress 😁

The End.

SHORT AND SWEET

What technology would you be better off without, why?

Technology is becoming increasingly damaging to society in a way that we won’t need to think for ourselves.

Not sure about anyone but myself, about this Grammarly stuff and now this AI, nothing is real. There will be no need to think for ourselves. Nothing can be called original!!

I myself am way better off with out this nonsense, I prefer to think for myself, creating wonderful ideas, making this answer short and sweet.

Making mistakes is a huge part of life.

Thank-you.

The End.

WHY?

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

To be quite honest, I hate being questioned.

But the one question I hate the most is,

“what’s your name?” Hmm. Yeah that. My name…what is my name? No one calls me my name so who do I call me?

I was given a name at birth, but no body uses it, they call me an Irish boy’s name or a fresh water fish name. And I don’t like the name, so when asked? I get dumb. So usually I reply, why?

Silly I know. But why do you want to know.

It all started as a child. I just had to practice being the best SPY in the world like the double o seven show, & 77 Sunset strip and The Saint. I for some reason had to be like them-but better.

Then in school-grade one, I could hear the teacher call out a name over and over and over. But I paid no never mind because it was not my name. Oh yes it was! Only I did not know it, as no one ever called me that. I ended up arguing with the teacher in front of the class 😳 then doing my best to remember the name to ask my mom if it was my name. <<<>>>this did not go over very well but it was, my name.

Well then there I was at eight-years of age learning my name. Which still no one called me. And to this day…I hate the question, “and what’s your name.” 🤷‍♀️ why?

DON’T OPEN THE WINDOW

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

Growing up there were no computers until you saw them on television in movies, wall to wall reels with loads of knobs, lights and robotic sounds, allowing for outdoor activities and no sitting around.

Again, growing older-still no computers that I knew of, made way for learning crafts like cooking, sewing, ironing and knitting along with crocheting and washing walls and floors then windows and time, time to create things and time to spare! Just slim, trim and no sitting around unless I was drawing pictures or printing down thoughts or jotting down words to a new song I wanted to learn.

Then around the age of twenty something, still no computers in my life just getting fancier on the television screen. Paper. Paper became very important to me, never having enough of the stuff or running out of it-needing to use napkins or the backs of news letters coming through the mail, all the while wondering if there would be a better way to save my printed or written stories.

“WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE PAPER!” Who used the last piece of paper without saying anything? What’s the matter with you people, you can’t say, “I have the last piece of paper!” This loss of paper forced my hand, I started printing on walls until more paper was present. Then frig that!!! I painted my one wall with blackboard paint. How do you like that?

Then…Chalk, chalk, CHALK! Where is all the chalk? “The baby ate it. Or the dog or I saw the cat playing with something, could have been the chalk.” What’s the matter with you guys? Holy sack man… pick up the chalk.

After that, every time I saw paper on sale, no matter where I was, I bought it. Lined paper unlined paper, paper with holes…I didn’t care as long as it was paper. And chalk, lots of chalk. Let’s see the baby eat all that 😱😬 just kidding. I’ll take a baby any day over chalk.

Life without a computer? DON’T OPEN THE WINDOW…” To late! Noooo. Numbering. Paper flying all over the room like a rocket blasted off with me trying to snatch each sheet out of the air. Numbering. “Close the window.” And the paper just falls to the floor floating like little feathers to their doom, now a hundred sheets of paper or more blankets the room like it’s all good, we didn’t leave the room? But it’s not all good, because where is page one?

Life without a computer with UNNUMBERED sheets of paper holding days of my written work now smiling all over the place at me is harsh😤, leaving me to READ just to find page two, three, four, five…😩, you get the picture. Growl…Growl…Roar. Bahahaha.

Life without a computer taught me to remember to number each sheet of paper, even if it’s just page one.

Life without a computer

Have a fantastic day everyone, if not, make it fantastic yourself. It’s nobodies responsibility to make you happy-that’s all on you.

The End

BULLSEYE

What skill would you like to learn?

This will be short.

At times, I have a pretty good aim, at other times it will take me three tries to hit my target.

Every once in a while I will buy a $4.00 toy gun with darts. Lucky me the darts come in three, allowing me to mess around using a chalk drawn bullseye, getting my practice in before the kids confiscate my toy.

But I really wish growing up that I took the time to learn the skill of archery, had I known lessons were given.

However, I did play Darts. Lucky if I hit the board. One time this guy sitting in a wheelchair having a game of darts with my sister and me, took the dart and drove it in his leg as he said to us, “would you do this?” Holy sack, we had no idea he had a wooden leg.

My sister holding her dart readying to aim smiled looking at me then him saying, “wood eye?” Oh my God I laughed my ass off I could hardly stand up. The guy just stared at her, then looked at me, which of course made me laugh more, as I’m imagining my sister putting out his eye.

Archery would have been a great skill for me. I buy the plastic sets of Bow and arrows and we play and have fun.

What was that? BULLSEYE 🎯

LACK OF COMMUNICATION

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

Talking. Communicating with your partner. Complaining when there is, something to speak your mind about.

Oddly enough I was taught to SHUT UP & SIT DOWN-with the back of the hand to the head or hit with a belt or stick with every word spoken<>>>that would be nine hits or seven depending on if she said, “I told you to shut up and sit down rather, I said shut up and sit down.” Always great full when she did not have a speech …😮‍💨 never sure if she stopped hitting when she ran out of words or just tired of swinging, lol.

It’s okay I never cried during lessons only when I was called stupid and good for nothing and will always be good for nothing. Yeah my feelings hurt 1000 times more than any lickens’ ever did. Don’t forget I was hit by car twice, so what is a stick or belt going to do to me?

I always only said… “are you finished & can I go to bed now?” Man oh man that made her mad. Bahahaha-made me mad too. But I learned well to keep my mouth shut, that never goes away.

I wish I was taught to voice my opinions when I was young, being quite causes a shit load of problems for ever after, ruining two marriages. That I did not learn how to speak out without receiving painful consequences…both husbands, in the end said that I allowed them to walk all over me, where they had no respect for me at all.

🤷‍♀️ Is that what they call bitches…complaining all the time, nitpicking, finding faults, cutting you up all day long? I can not be like that…that I am the woman and know my duties as a woman should not the man?

I wish I learned to defend myself when I was young, with my words. I’m not talking about cussing, I do not swear, I do not need to, I have those eyes, that dangerous look.

Tell you what though, I taught my children when they were young to say what they mean and mean what they say. None of that making people guess crap, some people can guess you right into jail.

Me no speak it confrontation. Lol. Unless I know I’m RIGHT. Then and only then I will not shut up. 🥸

The End.

Oh wait a minute…I wish I learned how to type without looking at the typewriter/keyboard. Oh, but then I would have to of learned how to properly pronounce the alphabet. 🧐 sack eh, there is always something.

Have a blessed day.