I read an article in our local newspaper the other day that totally floored me. Did you know that teens are spending an average of nearly one thousand dollars these days on prom??
Author Archives: Debbie
Missing the Obvious
An Easter tradition at my house is an egg hunt for Darling Doggie Dallas.
Like so:
It’s in here somewhere!
Not Contagious!
Dallas here.
I’ve managed to commandeer Mama’s blog again, and this time, I gotta tell ya, it was easy-peasy.
Here a Scam, There a Scam
Recently, I got a bizarre message in my business email box from a fellow seeking to connect on LinkedIn.
Finding Shelter
Tulip emerging through bush.
Nestled beneath his sheltering arms,
Protected from the storms of life.
Safe place to grow and thrive.
Every girl should be so lucky.
What is it about Spring?
It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
Some parts of the country are already well into Spring, but the changing of the seasons comes later to those of us living in Central Illinois.
Speckled Puppy
Trying to get home perhaps
Perhaps looking to get away
Away from abuse or too much love
Love that fattened a speckled puppy
Puppy with a brown leather leash
Leash that once meant long walks
Walks turn into frantic scrambling
Scrambling to find a way back home
Home before day turns into night.
Note: Driving home from Good Friday services, I caught sight of a small brown and white dog, perhaps a setter, trying to squeeze its pudgy self beneath a wire fence beside the interstate.
A long leash was attached to its collar. There were no houses nearby; just a gas station.
Part of me wanted to stop and help. To find the little guy’s owner, certain that some poor youngster would be missing her BFF and spending the night in tears.
The other part won out. I didn’t know if the dog was rabid, if it had left a situation worse than running along the highway, or if it knew exactly where it was and intended to get home in due time.
Don’t you think that people who take on the responsibility of a pet should care for it better??
P.S. This poetry form is called Chain Verse (and no, I didn’t know it either, before I did some proper research!!)
P.S. 2. Happy Easter to all my wonderful online friends!!
Who Really Wins Now?
My fellow parishioners are finally getting just what they want — they’ve succeeded in running the new priest of out town — and I’m ashamed.
Do Something
Do something.
I can’t.
I’m only one.
And there’s just
Too much to do.
I can’t erase poverty,
Can’t cure disease,
Can’t bandage the broken,
Can’t take away pain.
Do something.
I’m not sure.
I’m just me.
And there’s so much
I’m unqualified for.
I’m not a doctor,
Not a lawmaker,
Not an evangelist,
Not a researcher or hero.
Do something.
Well, all right,
If You insist.
If You’ll help.
I can hold somebody’s hand,
Dry somebody’s tears,
Listen. Be present.
I can donate to a cause,
I can be an encourager,
I can pray.
Now you’ve got the idea! Do something.
I don’t expect you
To do everything.
Just do something
And trust that I AM
Will handle the rest.
Working together
We can make a difference.
My precious child,
I love you so much!
Target Practice, Perhaps?
“We would just go out and line up a bunch of cans and shoot with rifles, handguns and at times, submachine guns… When I was a kid it was a controlled atmosphere, we weren’t shooting at humans… we were shooting at cans and bottles mostly. I will most certainly take my kids out for target practice.”
– Johnny Depp
The other day, I caught a glimpse of something that puzzled me, so I harnessed Dallas up for a walkie to get a closer look.
Here’s what we saw:
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 