A New Fright

A New Fright JD Rhode Creepy crawlers Dress up And candy galore, are just some of the things that we expect On this day that is never a bore But now-a-days our kids can’t see that kind of fun Trick-or-treating door to door at the mall shops Or car trunk to car trunk a few feet apart For fear of being stolen Or getting poisoned goodies Is a worse fright than anybody in a mask jumping out at you Will we ever again see the good old days? When kids had parties When adults left their porch lights on till midnight When the only fear of a girl or boy Was not bringing enough bags to store their delight

Diary Update Oct 2013

So, a lot has been going on lately. I don’t think I like most of it. I haven’t been writing much. I have great ideas, I know how I want to end my book-it’s getting to the end that’ll be a surprise, even for me. However, I need to sit down and write. Helpers come and go, as they usually do. But than it takes time adjusting to new girls. Sometimes I can’t get out and do what I have to do, which causes problems. Why have people’s work ethic become so poor? Then, my other sis decided to go crazy on me. That is a long story in itself. We are no longer talking, but I’ve searched my heart and soul about it, prayed about it, and came to the realization that it was not my wrong-doing. So, I am okay with the result. Our good friend, and pet dog of 14 years, Lucky, passed away recently. It was different from when Misty died-her life was cut short, and I wish I could build a time machine and fix that situation. We love Lucky, and were very sad to let him go, but he lived a happy, healthy life. Hollywood and Chewy keep us entertained and busy. I feel dumb, I need to be politically smarter, but I don’t see how any of what’s going on now can possibly help our country, or two hardworking but suffering people like my husband and myself. I know some people who have similar situations as ours, but most people who are not in this don’t understand. We do what we can, but financially, we are struggling. And now, we don’t even have a government to answer questions or help in any way. I feel as if my resources, and my rights, are being taken away, and it depresses me. I joke with my husband about putting a “donation” button on our pages to help with some stuff. Somebody I know told me I need to start a group on meetup.com for the kind of quirky, creative writing I do; I need to get into it. Also, I’m looking in to helping the ST. Vincent DePaul (is that how to spell it) Society in Midland, so I’m excited about that. Well, I have to go; my arm is tired from typing. I think I would benefit from that “Dragon” program that you talk, and what you say appears on your screen.

Unconditional

Unconditional JD Rhode I want us side by side Hand in hand Through Life’s ups and downs Walking as one to the doors of Heaven I refuse to carry you or drag you behind me Unless there is a reason, beyond your control In which you just couldn't come otherwise

Hindsight

Hindsight JD Rhode As I laid in the hospital bed dying And I have come to terms with that I heard, in the next room, a mother’s cries The baby she just delivered was not breathing The doctors have said they couldn’t fix me-too many things wrong I had no family to worry about me So I could only imagine what that mother was going through I heard once that if somebody dies, a new life can exist I saw nothing left for me; even if I lived this day, it would be tubes Pills Treatments Until the next time That is no life, so, I said, “God, if I am to die and go to you now so this child can live Than let it be so.” As I laid in the hospital bed dying, I felt no pain but heard two noises: The droning flat line of my machine and a baby’s first cry… Years later and looking down from Heaven, I thought about that day My biggest sacrifice and triumph in one However, I saw that baby, now a man One of the most infamous serial killers in all of History Would I have made the same choice if I knew what I really helped let loose upon the world? I guess that’s why they say, “Hindsight’s always 20/20.”

Computer Virus?

After writing the last post, I got a call from a friend who I didn't know had my number. Maybe she looked it up. However, the conversation struck me odd, and I try to listen to my gut. She said her computer caught a virus, so they now have all her email contacts. She gave me an email subject, so I'd know the email in question was from her and, therefore, safe to open. Something about the conversation, though, was weird; I don't know. Any comments?

Too Long

Hi guys. Yes, it has been way too long since you've heard from me. I can't even say there is a fabulous reason why. I need to get back into this. If you don't know me-maybe you're reading me for the first time, thank you. Thank you, too, to my loyal friends. I am a writer, an amateur photographer, a baker, a craft-maker, and so much more. I have pets and love children. I need to get back into this. By this, I mean creating, inventing. Living. I am quirky and fun, but I have a strong opinion and rarely sway. Should I stop here, at the introduction? I have nothing to write about this instant and don't want to bore you. I just want to let you know I'm back, and I do have a lot to say.

Only You

How do I begin? This isn’t a poem. The topic I’m bringing up is from my heart and soul. Maybe it will offend somebody, but guess what-one can’t please everybody. If it seems scatter brained, I apologize.

I just drew a blank altogether…

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There are so many people out there who didn’t start off right-they couldn’t. Maybe a parent was on drugs, maybe a child got beat for nothing. Bullied in school. There are so many situations that drag down good people and make them feel like they don’t exist. I understand. However, the point I will bluntly make is, after a while, the only person doing anything to you is yourself.

It most likely started with somebody telling you you were ugly, or somebody saying you weren’t smart enough. Whatever somebody else said or did, though, you held onto. And now, maybe that person is out of your life, dead, or whatever, but you still want to think you are___. Who are you hurting? Not them.

People make excuses for themselves or others in these hard times: “It isn’t my fault-I was raised around it,” or “She needs the money, and somebody introduced her into it.” Yes, maybe it did start that way, but the cool thing about humans is that we are born with brains in our heads. I hear from enablers-yes, enablers-he/she doesn’t want to do it. No. Anybody who has taken Psychology-or anybody with common sense-knows that if someone finds a situation unpleasurable in any way, they won’t do it (at least for long, if at all). Stop making excuses-you’re not helping anyone.

Without getting too religious, I feel like there is a God. A God who loves you. He wants you to be happy. He gives humans free will, but he understands, in doing so, that may hurt somebody down the line. I believe He puts a teacher, a friend, somebody in our lives who can guide us in a good direction, no matter how bad it started. But no matter how many times this God given angel tries to help you, only you can say, “I am beautiful, I am worth it.” Only you can pull yourself up in the end.

So stop mooching off of these angels. Stop taking pity on yourself, and expecting others to feel sorry for you. Get up, wipe off the dust, and live. Respect others, respect yourself. You are amazing, but only you can tell yourself that.