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"Paint me a picture, Mommy" she demanded. And so I painted one. A huge mural that stretched forever - a mural of words. Words that spun tales like my foot on the pedal of the spinning wheel as it gobbled raw chunks and twirled them into long continuous strings of oily wool.

Words that exported us into the universe as we floated on the backs of unicorns, sailing through galaxies and sipping from the stars of the Milky Way. Words that bounced and soared, skipped and tickled.

Words that crept quietly, rustling in underbrush. Creeks of words that gurgled and slid, bubbled and sang along riverbanks of imagination. Words that flew and darted amongst tall cedars and scrambled lightly over soft, spongy, needle-laden ground.

Words that crouched in trepidation, hiding in long fingers of dusky shadows before bursting into the bloom of golden sunshine and sparkling with prisms of dew.

Words that danced, played, tumbled and somersaulted. A mural of love.

"Imagical Mom"

I will take
your small hand
and lead you softly
through lush forests
pause to lay
on spongy beds
of fallen needles
squint at blue sky
blonde sun peeks
through cedar boughs
dappling earth
woodsy fragrance
bites your nostrils
make animal
cloud shapes
touch gently
petals of wild flowers
play peek-a-boo
through fern fronds
hide and seek
in roots of
hollow trees
whisper secrets
to giggling streams
picnic behind drapes
of willow trees.

I will sprinkle stardust
tickling on your eyelids
and take you
on journeys
where unicorns fly
catch tails of
shooting stars
slide down
rainbow bannisters
bounce on trampolines
of clouds
tumble with trolls
dance with fairies
laugh with elves.

Some day you will
look behind
and know
that I have taught you
- magic.

© AJC

Happy 7 days here and happy birthday to me hehehe..
simple wish Happiness and Good health of my family

There have been famous multiple births in recorded history: quintuplets, sextuplets, septuplets and even octuplets. But a Malian woman recently gave birth to the first surviving set of nonuplets.

Yes, that’s nine babies at once, and the kicker is she thought she was having seven babies. Halima Cissé, 25, gave birth to five girls and four boys on May 4 in a Moroccan hospital where she’d been sent to receive special care for her high-risk pregnancy.

Two of the children had gone undetected during ultrasounds. Cissé reportedly laughed when she heard she had delivered two extra children.

Video footage from the hospital in Casablanca where the nonuplets were born showed the tiny infants moving little limbs while being cared for in incubators after their birth at 30 weeks. The footage comes from news channel France 24.

i thought we are a perfect match. He promised noone will make me as happy as he can.

Everything went on smoothly ultil after we both declared our coming wedding and sent out invitations. the preparation aroused many arguments and sadness, even silence.

Now I am so confused and unsecured. the questions like is this decision a right one? are we meant for each other? should we reconsider this marriage? how to deal with all the set wedding arrangements? how to deal with family, colleagues, friends.... keep coming up and chasing my mind

what should i do?

This topic is about the unequal marriage. Surely it got nothing to do with the Bible and with other religious things. It is a moral issue. The talk is when it comes in marrying and living with a spouse who is twice or far twice about age. A 55 years old man married to 25-35 years old woman, or 45 years old man marries an 18 years old girl. Likewise also comes with sugar moms who are far above ages of their husbands. We believe that these unequal marriages are normal ? Truly, they are abnormal and more than 80% they always end up in divorces. Why ? Because age difference is always comes in number one of matching chemistry for building solid marriage. Good matching age gulf between spouses must be at least 5-7-10 years, and not like 15+ years. Huge age difference makes many problems. The mentality of young people spouses is different from their far older spouses. For example 20+ and 30+ years old men and women wish to enjoy things which is for young lives, but while their old spouses sit at home and watch TV, because they are nothing, but withered dry wood logs. The spouses 40+ and 50+ are old and are home bound people. The unequal marriages are also dangerous, because the younger spouses mostly focus at older spouses wealth, not the spouses as themselves. Yes the gold diggers who divorce them for money and assets, later after they married. Age is not always just a number.
In conclusion, the unequal marriages are abnormal and are unwise. There is an idiom, " The hockey players are far different with the chess players. "

Met two of my kids few yrs ago after twenty yrs girl friend I'm guessing had them taken from her not long after we separated 1993 and wasn't told then in 1995 all three were adopted two to one family and the other to another family and then the g friend continued to live on there support from my disabilites until 2003 family services knew as well as a visiting homemaker but they kept silent and nobody told me till my daughter did few yrs ago.and my family if they contacted them they probably lied saying they had no idea where I was and that's my family for you
Tired of everything wrong happening as recently two years ago my landlord wouldn't repair the furnace during beginning of spring still cold at pm hours and I ended up in a hospital for five weeks /pneumia the basturd did nothing but lie after I filed Complaints another long story..

I was inspired by Imp's blog about 'I scream, you scream, we all scream for ICE CREAM' and weeks later I'm getting to actually do the blog.

My dad was born in New York City.
Like most kids, my dad had an after school job. His was making (bicycle) deliveries for a sundries/pharmacy store. I'm told after a while, he was offered a position to work inside at the fountain serving ice cream, making milk shakes, sodas and banana splits. From this job, he actually learned how to make ice cream.

War time came along and he and his buddies decided to serve their country by joining the Navy.

They asked what kind of jobs he had and his answer was "I know how to make Ice Cream" Good... they assigned him to the commissary aboard the USS Missouri where he got to see many stops in the Pacific Ocean. Ice cream on the ship was packaged in thick paper pint-size cartons shaped like 'bricks' hundreds of them.

The story told was the money they made in the Navy was invested in watches and jewelry purchased on shore leave and sold to the guys who had to stay on the boat. The profits from that bought them money to buy raw ingredients to make more ice cream. Soon they were bartering and again turning profits back into their side business. With surplus ice cream they soon sold to guys from other boats docked at the same port.

If you've seen any Navy movies or documentary, they could signal from boat to boat using a version of Morse Code and a signal light.

As 2 boats got close they would shoot a steel cable of the bow of the other boat and they would tighten it. Duffel bags were used to pass mail from boat to boat. When they learned it was the Missouri "Do you have any ice cream?" was a popular request.

My dad was on the Missouri when Japan signed a surrender with the United States. He came home with a badge mounted to a wooden plaque to signify his assignment.

Back to civilian life and my dad tried a being a business owner. Although he was in the right place at the right time, that wasn't his calling in life. Long hours for a guy starting a family was too much for him. He had a sundries store across from a school and bought a new style machine that could make soft serve ice cream. Something different from scooping hard ice cream out of gallon tubs. He had 2 flavors. Vanilla and Chocolate.

His only competition at the time was a guy across town who only had soft serve in one flavor... Vanilla.

I'm told my father sold the business and went to work for someone.

Oh, that guy across town was Tom Carvel.

My "pet" passed away last night. I know some will say it's stupid or silly. But my heart is very broken very very sad. Our pets are and become family members. My cockatiel, I received as a birthday gift. I chose his egg and after he hatched I had to wait till he was 3 weeks old to take him home. He was almost bald,so ugly he was beautiful. I had to make his formula and hand feed him. Had to keep him warm and handle him to be would be tame. Even had to have a sitter when I went to work,he had to be fed every 2 hours. When he was old enough he went everywhere in the house with me. He helped cook,clean,and such. He learned how to whistle songs,and talk.
We were together 24 years. To him I was his mother. I don't think he realized he was a bird. Our pets love us unconditionally. My birdie had been with me through more than most partners would tolerate. Never judged me and always loved me for me.
Today it's almost unbearable. The silence. Every morning he would get up with me for coffee. Ide be in the kitchen and I could turn around and there he was. Ide pick him up and put him on my head or shoulder. But not this morning. No Doodles. The hardest part is yet to come. I have to gather all his things ,dishes toys cage and such. I'll find his things for a few days little reminders of my best friend who is gone now. I can hardly believe it. Going to miss his company and his beautiful presence for the rest of my days.
I loved him very much I will be lost and something has gone from me and will never be replaced. :'( :'(

What a happy day to meet old friends, half sister, sing along with the guitarist and tomorrow great plans are waiting.

Feeling lucky though he has not come yet

Mom and sister asked me to have a baby even i have not found a good match yet... they both say it is very difficult if i wait longer what should i do

...Born a male? Your chances historically, and almost exclusively today, of active participation in land combat warfare and all THAT entails, are set at birth. Sure, there have been exceptions, as with the IDF and more recently with Kurdish female units, but no one can deny these facts, although watch a few try. And so it is with being female. Males are muscularly more robust, and likely smarter tactically, not to mention in terms of bravery, so they carry sword and shield. Don't hold you breath for the girls to meet the brutes in real contact sports on the pitch any time soon. Rugby, hockey, boxing, American football, anyone? Or for REAL military units, as with our US Marines, Rangers, SEALS, etc., to bow to PC liberal fads any time soon. Females are typically built for a different purpose, which includes the supreme privilege and RESPONSIBILITY of bearing and nursing young. Both genders, of course, have always had a role, each evolutionarily different, in rearing the little ones. And so it goes. Different biology, different life roles. So when (only some few) women insist that their "rights" to control their own bodies somehow TRUMP those of natural womanhood, it's at once the height of many things silly. Fear of pregnancy, the birthing process, laziness with regard to available contraception, hate of children, and so on. None come near to cavalierly rejecting and denying true womanhood. You can participate in the grand illusion that somehow CFM is perfectly OK, and without many risks of it own, But you can't fool the rest of us. And you must stare into that cracked mirror daily.