I’m a fan of Hallmark Chick Flicks. When they come on I grab my tissues, beverage and snacks. I find a comfortable spot and nestle in. I don’t answer the phone or go potty for fear of missing something.
I’ve realized there is a consistency in all the flicks. At the end there is a kiss. Could it be the kiss is sealing the deal—proving the person’s love? Could be. Every time there is a kiss at the end I can hear the song “It’s In His Kiss” play in my mind. Some times the song needs to say “It’s In Her Kiss” because the woman is initiating the kiss.
I give them permission to kiss all they want. I will continue to watch the Chick Flicks till they quit showing them. After all it is my entertainment.
Is there any Hallmark Chick Flick Fans out there?
I recently had a birthday and with that came contemplation. I decided to get back on the wagon to good health.
The first part of my plan is exercise. The plan included my bicycle, a balance ball and weights. Of course, walking ‘s not forgotten.
I purchased the balance ball that came with a DVD to assist me in properly using the ball. It took a little searching to locate the weights but I was successful.
Careful examination of the bicycle revealed flat tires. I pumped them up hoping I didn’t put too much or too little air in them.
After filling the tires I decided to take the bike for a spin to make sure I had enough air in the tires. It has been so long since I rode it—a really long time. I forgot it was a little challenging getting on the bike because my legs are short. The bad part about trying to get on was I couldn’t get my leg up high enough and had to almost lay the bike down to get my leg over. Upon mounting I had to hang onto the trashcan to get on the seat. Then down the driveway I went, wobbling like a first time rider.
I made my way down the alley huffing, puffing and peddling like I was in a triathlon.
I got as far as three houses from my house and was out of breath, so I turned around and barely made it home.
Maybe, just maybe cycling should not be the first activity I work on.
There was a knock at the door and I went to see,
Who was the unexpected visitor here to see me.
There stood a person near and dear to my heart I hadn’t seen in years.
He’d changed a bit but not too much.
The twinkle in his eyes-dimple in his chin,
Drew me now as it did back then.
More than that was the place in my heart,
Where coveted memories will never depart.
We visited a while. I laughed and giggled as a child.
The past became the present for only a short time.
Oh how wonderful to be young again.
Not in body, surely in mind.
He still took my breath away,
As he did the very day,
I first laid eyes on him.
I was grateful for answered prayers-to know he was doing fine.
My smile lingered as I slowly shut the door.
A sense of calm covered me when I realized,
I might never see him again,
Until we meet in eternity.
Watching a television program triggered an incident that happened to me many years ago.
On the show a woman’s boyfriend beat her. The police arrived, drew her gun and told him to stop. The guy grabbed a butcher knife and headed toward her to do her harm. When he wouldn’t stop she shot him. The beaten woman screamed at the officer for shooting the man who beat her.
All of a sudden I had a flash back. I remembered when I was dating the young man I would eventually marry. One evening we were on a date and he slapped me. I can’t recall the reason but I forgave him and forgot about it. And it didn’t happen again…for a while.
A couple of years later that demon reared its ugly head again. The attack came as a surprise to me because it was unexpected. That was the first of many altercations. Much heartache. Much pain.
He hit me before marriage but I forgot until years later after the divorce. If I’d remembered I never would have married him. In the midst of that mess The Lord was with me and delivered me. For that I am thankful.
Have you experienced abuse?
It seems to be unspoken life rules that infiltrate the subconscious mind concerning retiring and reaching a certain age.
Most of us don’t realize it, but throughout our lives we become programmed to think old is when we reach the sixties. There is also a thought that retiring means you’re old.
I believe both of those preconceived notions are completely wrong.
A lot of people have the privilege of retiring younger than the sixties. So according to the rules the retired person is not old.
Many years ago people in their sixties acted old and looked old. Today that is not the case. If they care for themselves, their age can’t be detected.
God said He would satisfy us with long life. I don’t believe He meant until sixty.
So if you are approaching the sixties, don’t be overcome by thought of sixty being old.
If you are privileged to retire before sixty—bless you and enjoy your life because Old Ain’t The End.
Sinus and allergy season
Lands a punch without a reason
Never worry, do not fear
Complete relief will soon be here
This is my third year participating in the A to Z Blog Challenge but my first year reflecting on the challenge.
I’ve loved every minute of all three challenges. I went to a place I only dreamed about in the past my first year. Thus my dream came true-a writer. The first year I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. My first try at signing up was not successful but someone assisted me and I was good to go.
I’ve completed each year’s challenge. This year was a challenge to say the least. I was ill the whole month of April but I pressed through. Most days I wasn’t sure what I’d written but my mission was accomplished. Several times I was too ill to write but when I felt better I caught them up.
I think you all do a wonderful job managing the challenge. I don’t know the rules to writing so I can’t give any advice or make recommendations. I do appreciate how you can code your blog so people are aware what you are writing and they can decide whether or not your topic is what they want to read.
I enjoyed reading the blogs of the Host and Assistants. They were encouraging, helpful and entertaining. The blogs of the participants were great also. I got to observe the more experienced writers and learn from them how to become a better writer.
Thank you for your hard work, dedication and striving to make each year better than the year before. Keep pressing forward.
I will be back for next year’s challenge.