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The Big Day Arrived


Sunday was a really big day in our home.  My hubby had turned 60 on Saturday.

He had decided to be baptised.  We also became members of our local church.1452219_10152223045671395_3784083762256285537_n 10500575_10152223045776395_1105077418240876326_n 10441946_10152223045926395_6668474144332243260_n 10377082_10203067400379045_9040410826595887509_n 10458751_10203062499016514_8189643735771160991_n 10501974_10203061794718907_6800928585933687816_n

 

Thank you for traveling through our day…we had a huge picnic that was a wonderful success thanks to the wonderful women from Oakwood Freewill Baptist Church and all of their help.   There was so much food that every table was full.  Special thanks to Pastor James for the Baptisim and making such a difference in my hubby’s life.  Also a special shout out to hubby’s son Christopher Green who helped in the kitchen as well as being the grill master for the day.

Tammye Green.

 

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Our Video Has Gone Over The Top


 

We made that video for the fun of it and that was a really fun one to make.

Now it is at 102,856 Views.  We would like to tell all of our Subscribers Thank you.

To the 26 people who did not like it we are so sorry.  Perhaps you will like one of our other 85.

Have a wonderful day.

Tammye Honey and Eman


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Writing 101, Day Nine: Changing Moccasins — Point of View


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Changing Moccasins — Point of View

Write the scene from three different points of view.

There once was a Woodshop owner whose life had gone astray for many years.  His woodshop layed dormant and gathered many a cobweb while the two gnome guards stood out front and weathered the storms and the Wicked and Brutal Tennessee Mother Winter.  They would see the Woodshop owner from time to time pass by without a single glance their way.  Tears began to fall from their eyes causing them to fade in color over the many years.

Then one day in the Early Summer of 2014, something changed in the Woodshop owner.  He was suddenly walking straight toward them with a smile upon his face.  Day after day, into the long hours of the night he began to work in the shoppe cleaning and sorting.  Tossing out and putting items into big white sacks.   Oh how the guards shivered in fear as they anticipated the worst as the Woodshop owner approached with the big broom.  He simply moaned and swept as he placed them back in their places after he had given them a clean place to stand.  They were encouraged by this new change.  Hoping that they were able to stay.

They watched nervously as one day the Woodshop owner and his wife came outdoors with two new gnomes that were fresh in paint and very sharply dressed.  They both felt their hearts sink as they viewed the smiles on the two owners faces as they rounded the corner of the main house.  Oh, they were not walking toward them at all but to the front portion of the main building where the other gnomes had their posts.  Who was having to leave?  Would they all be allowed to stay among the plants out there?

Several days past with more and more of the white sacks being loaded out.  The Woodshop owner’s wife began to stop often to visit, commenting each time on how nice things were beginning to look to the Woodshop owner’s new beginning to a new life.

During one of the visits, the Woodshop owner’s wife stopped and nealt down to get a closer look at the two of us standing guard on the porch.  She simply smiled and continued on to speak with her husband.  The following day after leaving they returned and the wife strolled out to the workshop and stopped at the porch area where the two gnomes were guarding.  She smiled as she picked up the two and tucked them gently into her arms.  The Woodshop owner noticed her and asked where she was heading with his gnomes with a heavy concern in his voice.  She softly replied for him not to fret that she would be kind and show lots of love and compassion.  She told him that she was not going far away and that they would not be gone long.

She had prepared a work area all lined with a soft surface as she gingerly sat each gnome down to look at each other.  She simply said poor babies and disappeared into another room.  She sat at the work area for several hours taking a break to allow them to dry in between, rotating between each and snapping photographs to document their transformation.

The Woodshop owner kept coming in to refill his coffee often, and would peek over trying not to let her notice.  She would smile and ask him if he wanted to see the progress and he would come running over to comment on each one with a big smile.  The two gnomes suddenly felt quite important and quite loved.  Within two days every detail was touched up and refreshed and the pair were returned to their prior posts on the porch of the Woodshop to stand guard.  They both suddenly felt very important.

The Woodshop owner came out to view their new positions on the porch and was smiling.  He kissed his wife.  Then he returned back in to the Woodshop, feeling content.

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That was the story of the Guard gnomes, the Woodshop owner and his wife.


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Writing 101 Day 7 Give and Take or The Revolving Door


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Write a post based on the contrast between two things 

Our cat T. C. is an old “Garfield” in his color and attitude.  He has managed to lose some weight since moving to the South from the North since he can go out during the Winter months and get some exercise as well.  His food sits on top of the washing machine so that our dog Peachy will not eat every last morsel in existence.  He is more than capable of jumping from the floor to the window to the dryer and then walking to the washer.
However, upon arriving into the house, his presence is announced loudly and constantly until he is picked up and placed on the washer next to his dish.  He will sit there and stare at the dish until I have taken my hand and have stirred the dish of dry food several times.  I must then open the sealed container of food and grab a slight hand full and add to the batch and stir again.
He will then nibble for a few minutes.  Just as I am back in my office he will make his presence known again and will either want to be petted or will want to go out.  Once in a great while if it happens to be a stormy day I will hear the childrens piano in the spare bedroom playing and I know that he has decided to take a nap.
When the dogs are fed, he is the first at their dishes to help himself to the bits in the “Kibbles and Bits”.  Then the dogs are allowed to eat.  The dogs will look at us as if to say help!…

Cats rule and dogs drool….

He has a pattern of going in and out all day.  He knows that if he sets off the front door alarm it triggers in my office and I come to the front door.  As I approach the front door I find him sitting there as if asking what took me so long.  He nibbles on some food and is right out the back door to lounge in the sun for a nap in nice weather.  Unless that was just a potty break.

You might be wondering why we tolerate this annoying daily routine.  The reason is because he is somewhere between 15 and 16 years old.  We know that we do not have that much longer to enjoy his company.  His snuggling into bed with me on my right side while the dog Trina is tucked tight against my back on my left side.

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About twice a day he insists that Trina groom him so he will walk under her and continuously butt her head until she begins to groom her.  It always happens so fast that I am never near a camera to record.  One of these days I will get it on record though.

That is the contrast in our lives that has blended well.  Perhaps someday he will decide whether he wants to be out or in lol.

 


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Writing 101: Day 3 Celebrate three songs that are significant to you


 

 

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This song is so uplifting to me and will put me in such a peaceful place when I am feeling stress.  It returns me to a great place in my mind.
It allows me to collect my thoughts and heal myself from any problems that might have come in to make me feel like the walls are crushing in on me.
By the end of the song I am ready to go out and begin again.

The second song that comes to mind today is Leonard Cohen singing

Hallelujah

Now perhaps this would this put most of you to sleep by now by for me it is an inspiration.  Iam now inspired to carry on this story and my day.
I have listened to these songs right along with you while I was writing this piece.  If it was not raining outside I would be out there doing all kinds of yard work.
Hopefully our rainy season will end soon so that the remainder of the yard work can get completed.

My last choice for the day comes from Josh Groban You Raise Me Up

I hope that this video also will also raise you up to make you want to go forward and do whatever you were not sure that you could do.  May it help you to find
that inner strength that you have been looking for in your life.

May you feel like you are blessed today and that it will be a good day no matter what obsticles lie ahead.  Face them one at a time.  Pray in between for the strength to carry on.  You can do it.

May today be the first day of the rest of your life.

Have a Blessed Day,

Tammye Honey


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Life in Green Acres


Since June our lives have been in a small tornado of whirls here and there.  Mostly we have been to various doctors offices to spend our days with appointments.

It took from June till December for hubby to get cleared for a double hernia operation and a blockage in the private area.  Would have been November but he took ibuprofen not knowing that it is the same as aspirin.  So December it was, just a few days prior to Christmas.

He sat on ice packs and followed the doctor’s orders and was semi mending fine.  On to next doctor.

In January he had part of the inside of his mouth removed by the lower lip and chin area.  A few stitches that he called a caterpillar on the top of his lip and we were told that we were doing good.   It had been pre-cancer cells and that it was good that he had come in to have it done.

The day that we went to have his stitches removed it felt like the world had just been swirled around in a circle for us.

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It was the first time I have ever seen tears come to my husbands eyes in a doctor’s office as they called me into the exam room.

The doctor told us that the results showed sun or radiation damage and that he was looking at stage 3 cancer.

Now the appointments are being made to travel on a regular basis to Nashville TN where we will be seeing specialists at Vanderbilt Hospital.

I have the crying down to just in my sleep now so life is better.

Where we go from here is totally in Gods hands and lots of prayers.  The doctors there are some of the best in the nation.

Trying to blog or do anything right now is an effort.  I know that I must push on and be strong.

I am grateful for wonderful and comforting friends who are supportive through this and we both have wonderful family who are with us through all of it.

With time and prayer we will concur this and life will get better.  I have the faith.

Lessons learned…

Love your spouse each day and appreciate that they are here.

Do not take any form of aspirin or ibuprofen if you are due to have surgery for a month prior.

Smile and enjoy what life gives you.

Till our next appointment,

Tammye Honey


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Daily Prompt: Connecting the Dots Each Day


Daily Prompt: Connect the Dots

Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story.
Consider how it connects to your life.
Write about that.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us a CONNECTION.

I am going to state ahead of time that I will possible ruffle a few feathers with this article.  
This is fine since comments are welcome of all opinions.

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I chose to write about PTSD and it’s effects on lives of the family members of those who have it.
It is not just the person who has it who suffers from this.  The research is so in the dark for a cure.

Despite being told by a psychiatrist not to watch the Military Channel someone with PTSD can be drawn to it like flys to honey.

The path to recover is a long and slow path with a lot of work for the individual and the family.

Patience is the key.  Some days it feels as if alzheimer’s disease has kicked in or a bad case of “deja vous”  as the day progresses the little triggers kick in.

Night time is worse in our home and the dream medication will work some nights and other nights it is as if it were never taken.  Not only does the person relive the encounter, the spouse also spends the evening having the same experience.  This makes for a very long night and very little restful sleep.  

To put the day back into prospective the next morning is always very interesting.  Bringing the subject back to the current day (which I have done throughout the night at times also) is sometimes easier after a cup of coffee.  

My prayer is that they find a real cure for it rather than give a combination of pills that work as a “cocktail”.
I have found my spouse on the floor from these wonderful combinations as the sudden drop in blood pressure causes the body to drop where the subject is.  

This is dangerous.  After playing russian roulette with the various medications, being off from the majority of them has been the only answer.

Hense, the suffering continues.  The good news is that only the family is the ones who are suffering since the subject really does not realize what is happening most of the time.
Going to a grocery store and trying to go down an isle does not seem like a big deal unless you are a person with PTSD.  The problem is that the family sometimes forgets this and turns to find the subject missing.  They are left standing in the isle talking to themself as they turn to find the subject has disappeared.  Frustration has just set in for everyone.  Both the subject who has had an episode and the family member who now has to stop and begin a quest to find the subject.  What started out as a simple few object shopping list trip has now become a few hours.  
There are other days that the trip goes very smoothly and rapidly as one would normally plan and life is awesome.  The amazing part of PTSD is that there are no pre indicators.  It is not like a migraine where you get the warning signs.  

My answer to it all is simply…Tomorrow is truly another day.

Would love to hear from my readers about how you feel about this.  
Leave a comment and let me know.

Tammye Honey