Things I’m Thankful For

1 – Squeeze tube sour cream! I’m just impressed someone out there is still being innovative and looking for ways to improve our lives. I don’t buy those tubes anymore because the one time I did I squeezed it too hard and cream got everywhere. Then I had to use a spoon to scrape off half of it thereby defeating the purpose of the tube…

2 – All of you! Well… some of you…

3 – WordPress – because without it I’d have no place to complain. Actually that’s a lie. I complain all the time in real life.

4 – The jackwagon the other day driving like a lame duck in the left lane and that then tailed me while aggressively showing me the middle finger because I passed you on the right in a turn lane. I’m thankful your middle finger works you old cow.

5 – Taxes and the pot hole I ran over yesterday. But you keep taking your large cut government, I’m sure it is going somewhere. You old cows.

-Opinionated Man

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Fibro Flare

For those living with pain, but still find the strength to share. We care. -OM
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This Bipolar Brat

I’m in the process of writing a pitch dealing with disclosing mental illness in the workplace as well as working on my professional freelance writing website/my personal writing brand. All in the middle of a bad fibro flare.

Fibro warriors are known to deal with persistent widespread pain every second of every day. A flare is a period of time that this pain is amplified. This sometimes can last hours and sometimes it will last months. The pain varies but today, for me, it is the horrible aching muscles in my shoulders. This is the kind of muscle ache that sends you into a fit of tears while you try to lie or sit in every position possible. I have tried everything that will alleviate this agony. Popping ibuprofen and using an ice pack, I’ve finally been able to ease it for just a bit.

I had finally found…

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Heartbeat

Can I stop a heartbeat and make it sing to me.

A fighting felt for the beat, deep inside of me.

I can taste the desire past the fire in my lungs.

I no longer feel tired as feelings leave like a song.

Acceptance comes with a sudden dawn.

Can I accept a day done that has never been won…

-OM

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Nine Years

This has to be shared. Beautiful thoughts, reflection, and honesty. Real blogging. -OM
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Father Says...

My older daughter emotionally posted Monday, “Lord, get me through Wednesday and I will be okay for another year.” My younger daughter responded, I’m with you sis ” My three boys are unusually quiet. I continue to cope.

Today — the Wednesday Dee referred to — is the ninth anniversary of the death of their Mom and my Wife. It was the day that changed our lives forever … or at least forever in earthly terms.

I’ve been through the details before. If you’re interested, just page back to this date over the past five years.  The details are the details. More important are the memories … and there many, well over 40 years worth. Karen touched her family in so many ways.

While I’ve navigated — and continue to navigate — through the stages of grief, I haven’t lost sight of the fact our future was cut short…

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My mind

I want to welcome you to my mind.

It’s a dark thing, but I’m finding light. It isn’t light through the darkness either. There are just areas where I wasn’t in control.

I have control now, come I’ll show you the rest.

Tons of area to be creative. Tons of space I’ve wasted… time. It does seem to slip away, where does she go…

But we have time now, take my hand. Please.

I’ll show you the areas where light seems to grow.

You’ll like that.

You’ll see the darkness no more.

You’ll believe that…

If you shut yours eyes you’ll see it too. A tour of darkness for me and you.

-OM

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Giving

I think this is a great thing to do! Check out her post for details. -OM
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Linda G. Hill

I’ve been thinking for quite some time about making my book, The Magician’s Curse, available for free for a limited time. It hasn’t sold a copy in over a month (mostly because I haven’t been advertising it), so I thought it would be a good way to jump-start some interest, and gain a few fans who will want to buy the next book.

However.

Sitting up here in Ontario, Canada, safe from hurricanes, mudslides, earthquakes, fires, and volcanoes, I feel blessed. Yet my heart bleeds for those who are suffering and have been for far too long. I want to give. I want to do more than just sit here and feel bad about it all. But I have no money to give; I have no time to give.

With much deep thought and consideration, I’ve come up with a hopeful solution. From now until the end of October, all…

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