Do I dare pick up this book?



Today’s post is another one from the 365 Writing Prompts but not about music. LOL, I thought I would give you a break on that subject. ūüôā

This is your life

If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover.

Hmm, this is something I would really need to think about before picking up that book. How thick do you think your book would be? That alone would give you a clue as to the contents.

The question says the book contains all that has happened in your life but there’s no big deal there¬†since we have lived through that stuff already. Most of us can remember what has happened.

The next bit of the sentence says the book also contains all that will ever happen in your life and that is a bit scarier. Think about that for a few minutes…would you really want to know?

Reading the book would take all the unexpected problems and dangers and expose them while there is still time to change things so as to prevent or lessen the impact on your life, perhaps even save your life.

But, all that will ever happen in your life also includes the pleasant surprises and special moments with loved ones. That would take some of the fun and enjoyment out of life if you knew what would be happening, don’t you think?

To me, this suggests you might as well read the last page of books or listen to someone describe a movie before you get a chance to see it for yourself. This would be a spoiler for your life!

The prompt goes on to say that if you do choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover. That means you can’t flip through and sample¬†different chapters at key times in your life to get a sneak peak at what is coming up.

You also would not be able to skip to the end and find out when and how you are going to die without knowing all that came before it. That would be good, though, because what we go through changes how we deal with everything afterward.

In other words, you would not react to  how you die the same way knowing nothing about what lead up to it compared to being able to understand the sequence of events that brings you to when and how you die.

To make that a little clearer let’s consider an example. Okay, you are going to die of cancer. Being informed of that¬†news,¬†BAM¬†smacks you right between the eyes. No warning. No preparation.

However, reading about getting sick, then being diagnosed and having the chance to choose whether to try and fight it gives you a chance to adjust and work through the emotions that come with a diagnosis like that.

I don’t like spoilers, well, except for soap operas. LOL, I don’t want anyone telling me all about a movie or a book before I have seen or read it for myself.

As tempting as it would be to learn what is ahead for me, I think reading this book cover to cover would make living it all afterward exceptionally boring.

No more surprises, no more wondering if you were going to get that promotion at work or if she would say “Yes” when you asked her to marry you. It would also tell you how many children you have and what their names will be.

The book would also tell you when your parents or friends will die and the funerals you go to. Imagine carrying around that knowledge; do you tell them? Would they want to know?

It would call into question the whole “free will” subject too. We, as human beings, are supposed to possess free will to make choices and do as we please but if that is true then how is the book able to tell us what will happen in the future?

After reading the book you would probably make different choices to avoid the bad stuff from happening or to improve the chance of good stuff happening…but then, wouldn’t that change the book?

LOL, I am so confused but after thinking about this whole idea of such a book existing for each and every one of us. I think I have made up my mind on the matter.

So, I think in the end I would¬†NOT want to read this book. I am curious, though…what are your thoughts? Would you want to read the book about you, for your life?






Old Before My Time =(


I don’t know about you but I never thought I would get this old this quickly. When I was young, in grade school and even high school, time seemed to drag on and on.

Summer vacations from school were the best and seemed to last long past the point of boredom. Don’t get me wrong, I am not talking boredom the way the kids today mean when they say they are bored.

We actually went outside to play. There were no video games or cell phones or the portable tech we have now. I was a bit of a tomboy actually…I climbed trees and made mud pies as well as went hiking out in the back forty to explore the massive fields that surrounded our house.

I didn’t get into the whole makeup or fashion craze that girls my age naturally gravitated to. I did have a doll or two but they were by no means the only things I played with.

I remember cardboard dolls and paper clothes with tabs you folded over to dress them with.  I remember big console tv sets. I believe our tv in the living room was a Hitachi with an elaborate wooden cabinet and speakers built in on each side of the picture tube.

Now I am sounding just like my grandparents did when they described their childhood to me. Oh boy, that is the true marker of age, isn’t it? Telling the current generation how good they’ve got it and how much harder it was in our day.

What is the hallmark for telling off these young whipper snappers? The whole walking to school uphill both way in the deep snow and all that speech? Now I know I am getting old.

Please don’t misunderstand me here, I am not saying I am ready for a retirement home in any way, shape or form. Just that I am noticing some distinct changes in the way things are now as opposed to when I was growing up.

Perhaps it is the community I have moved into out here in the country that has been the catalyst for where my thoughts are heading lately. Perhaps it is my mother’s and then my sister’s birthday that have reminded me that my ¬†birthday is in just a few more months.

In any case, I have been noticing things that give me pause. Like the skin on the backs of my hands. They now resemble what my grandmother’s hands used to look like. Old lady hands I call them, with loose skin and the veins showing more.

Looking in the mirror now I see my Great Aunt Bea with her clip-on earrings (although mine are pierced) and saggy jowls, it forces me to think, where did the time go?  Where on earth did this old lady come from?

Recalling some of my older memories it feels like I have lived several lifetimes; like that couldn’t have all happened to me, that much time hasn’t passed, surely I am not that old!

My body reminds me some days that, yes, I am indeed getting older. My joints snap and pop (that started when I turned 40), my hair needs a dye kit every 6- 8 weeks or the gray hair can be noticed starting at the roots (that started when I was 19) but it all bothers me more now.

I get tired faster too. I used to be able to stay up pretty much around the clock and now midnight finds me nodding off on the couch while watching a movie. Gone are the party days when I was hanging out with friends, going out to bars, or talking into the wee hours of the morning.

Weight is not as easy to lose now either. Don’t even get me started on the joys of menopause! LOL That is a nice little welcome to old age present for us women. Pfft, please read this last bit as the sarcasm it is intended to be.

There is some freedom that comes with old age, though. Yes, there are upsides to all this. These days I don’t care how much other people like me, I wear a bikini when I go swimming now and have done so for that past two or three years.

Then can we talk about the senior discounts at stores that are in my not too distant future? Who doesn’t like saving money? 10 -15% off for seniors every Tuesday the signs in the window ¬†proclaim. Some even start at age 55 although most stores say eligible seniors are qualified at age 60 +.

I don’t mean to sound depressing here folks, but I figured I would share my recent thoughts on age and how I feel about all this to see if any of you can relate to what I find myself going through.

Time is passing so much more quickly now and that puts me squarely in the category of those not thrilled with this turn of events. Yes, tick my name off in that column on the questionnaire, please.

I am still the younger version of myself on the inside, though…so I guess it is not all that bad. As long as I keep her safe in there this outside part can change all it needs to.

Where Does The Time Go?  (link will open in a new window) is a post I wrote about 7 months ago. That post was more about the speed of time passing and, although I touch on that a bit in this post, the main focus of this post is the changes I am noticing as I get older.

Thank you for dropping by my blog to read my thoughts and feelings once again, my friends. I really appreciate your support. =) Have a wonderful day/night wherever you are when you are reading this.












Color Me Less Stressed =)

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You must have heard all about this coloring craze by now. Adult coloring books have made companies, that produce them, money hand over fist.

Focusing on coloring is a soothing activity that leaves all your worries and stress behind you. I want to get some to try, these kinds of pictures are right up my alley.

The little child in you comes out to play and gets to be creative. These books are so refined, intricate and elaborate begging you to bring them to life with color!

There are books with intricate designs like the ones I have featured in the slideshow above and there are intricate pictures of landscapes and people and everything imaginable.

Fine-tipped markers or pencil crayons are the usual media but I have also seen paint sets or pastels used as well. You can find them in almost any genre you are looking for.

If you like horses, say, or cats, or city streets there are books that will capture your imagination and have you looking forward to sitting down with a coffee and engaging your senses.

These things are reasonably priced as well…talk about not getting stressed out. LOL, They can be found anywhere from bookstores to your local WalMart. They sit there tempting me on the shelves as I pass by on my way to pick up food, pop or my prescriptions.

They sit there tempting me on the shelves as I pass by on my way to pick up food, pop or my prescriptions.

Much like coloring pages for kids that you can find for free on the internet and print at home there are adult coloring pages up there too. Hmm, I just got a new black tank for my printer.

A couple of memories come to mind of other colorings I have done since I hit my teenage years.

The first memory is purchasing a coloring book for older kids, Bugs Bunny and the gang if I remember right. I also bought a brand new 64 pack of crayons with the sharpener on the back.

Do you remember those? That was the ultimate crayon box that all kind of kids wished for. So many colors to choose from and the names on the wrappers were so interesting.

I was older when I bought those, although I am not sure of my exact age I do recall I was almost in high school. It was during the summer and we were visiting some friends at their cottage.

It was so relaxing and revitalizing going back to my coloring days like when I was four or five. That was then when I was not that far from those early days, to begin with. Today I am much, much older and the thought of coloring again makes me feel whimsical.

The second memory is of those posters you could get with designs like these in a tube and you got a pack of thin markers in with it. The design I had was a long winding road with all sorts of weird and wonderful cars and vehicles and people.

Some posters had that fake velvet everywhere that the design wasn’t. Depending on the design it could work to your benefit to have the bright colors stand out extra bright against the black background.

My long winding road full of weird and wonderful people and vehicles was not the velvet kind. This I do remember, all these years later I can still picture it in my mind and see with great clarity the man with the exaggerated step forward wearing this fringed vest with a peace symbol on the back.

Next time you are in your local bookstore or WalMart have a look on the shelves for adult coloring books and the kits you can get with fine markers or pencil crayons.

Tell me that they don’t call out to the little kid in you that is begging as you walk by to please, please, pulleezz can we get one. Come on…how can you resist that face? =)

Happy coloring one and all!

Happy Birthday Mom =)

Mom on her 80th birthday


I am proud to say that the wonderful, beautiful, woman pictured above is my mother. Cheers Mom! In the picture, she is celebrating her special day with a chocolate martini….mmmm. Yesterday was her birthday and I so wish I could have been with her to celebrate this milestone birthday. I had to settle for a card and a phone call to let her know how I feel about her. My sister,¬†who lives with Mom, is seeing to it that she is celebrating not only on her birthday but the whole week.¬†So thank you, Karen, for that. I am glad you are able to pamper Mom like she deserves.

As I mentioned this year is a milestone for her…drumroll please, she turned 80 years old yesterday. I know, right, she doesn’t look like she is that old! I really hope that those genes passed down to me and I look as great as she does when I get to be that age. Heck, I just hope I get to be 80. ¬†My Mom is following my blog so I know she is reading this too and I want to say I hope this coming year is your best yet Mom.

My Mom has spent her entire life focussing on doing so much for others and I would like to see her be as kind and thoughtful to herself as she is to everyone else.   My Mom used to be the secretary at the schools I attended when I grew up and it was comforting to know that she was right there. When I became a mother myself, my two sons were lucky enough to have the best Grandma ever. They wanted for nothing and made lots of great memories every time they saw her. I am so glad my sons had the chance to spend time with both of my parents and my sister.

This post is going to be shorter than usual but I just wanted to let everybody know how much of a treasure my Mom is. Thanks for stopping by to read my blog again folks, I do appreciate it. If you would like to leave a question or comment below, please do. I try to get to each and every response I get. Have a wonderful day/night…whatever it happens to be when you read this. =)

My How Times Change!



Today’s post is inspired by the one word daily prompt for April 12th – that word is Bedtime


You know, times really do change. Do you remember when you were young or perhaps remembering your children when they were young would be easier to remember? It was always a struggle getting my kids to go to bed. Maybe it was because they had untold amounts of energy and hadn’t expended it all yet. Maybe it was that they feared they would miss out on something, an experience, a treat, a TV show? Whatever the reason was, I think it is a universal phenomenon common to all children.

Do you see adults struggling with that? Well, maybe sometimes if there is a special event planned or if they have a condition such as insomnia. As a general rule though I think full grown adults are so weary from work and responsibilities all day they are all too ready to collapse into bed at the end of the day. Unfortunately, adults only get a brief reprieve before they have to get up and do it all again.

As I have posted in this blog before I am up until the wee hours of the morning and get up around ten a.m. I have a brain on overdrive…you can find that post here –> ¬†Thinking¬† ¬†in case you are not familiar with what I am talking about. Mine is a special case though as I am not living the standard life. I do not have to attend another place for work or punch a time clock since I am self-employed doing YouTube and this blog and other odd jobs to make money. I am referring to the working adult that has a full-time job at XYZ Company Inc. and only gets two precious days off a week. Those are the adults who¬†I think long for bedtime at the end of the day. Those same adults who were once children that rebelled against their parents who were ordering, persuading, pleading with them to go to bed.

As we age we get tired because I think our bodies slow down naturally. Seniors are well known to take naps at some point in the day…heck, even I have been known to nap on occasion. I call them OLN (Old Lady Naps). LOL

I will say it again…my how times change!

Thanks for stopping by my blog and reading my post. If you enjoyed it please consider leaving a like. If this is the first post of mine you have read and you liked it please consider reading a few more and possibly following my blog. I appreciate all the support. =) ¬†Have a good night, folks…and GO TO BED! ūüėČ

Moving On


moving on pic

Today’s blog post is in response to the March 4 th¬†2016 one word daily prompt. The word is Inevitable

I thought this was another great one word prompt because it could mean so many things that are inevitable. Like the pictures above moving is inevitable, it is very rare these days, heck I would even say impossible, to find anyone who is still living in their childhood home well into their senior years. There is always moving in some form or another. You move out when you go to college or university, you move out when you get married and move in with your new spouse. You move on from one relationship to another. You change jobs because the company downsized or you got fired for being lousy at the job. We get old…everybody does. Not one of us is going to make it out of this alive. Birth, life, death – the cycle of life. All these things and more are inevitable.

Right when we think we have it all figured out, boom, it happens…the inevitable. Much like the pictures up there, on the left is how we see our life going and on the right is often how it really goes. The way I see it life is made up of a lot of hellos and goodbyes. We can’t stay the same in the same place doing the same thing all the time – change is inevitable. Everyone we interact with changes us just a little bit by what they said to us, what they did or how they acted. These things all contribute to the change in us and we can’t help it. There is no way to stop it from happening.

Even the seasons changing work the same way spring, summer, autumn, winter and around again. Time passes, that is inevitable too, it stands still for no one. It is all around us and within us. Certain things are not in our control and will have their way regardless of what we think or feel about the matter.

I wonder, is our destiny inevitable? Do we have any way to influence what direction that will take? I think we do by being mindful of our choices in this life. Some things we have no choice on like aging but I think we can choose other things like what college or university, what our career path looks like, who we marry and how many children we have (if we choose to have any that is) and so on. All of this will ¬†help to shape our destiny, where we end up and what we accomplish in this life. We may be destined to touch a lot of people’s lives or invent something great that will help our fellow man/woman but how we go about doing that (how we get there) I think is up to us.

Thanks for stopping by my blog and having a look at what my thoughts are on this topic. I would appreciate it if you would let me know your thoughts in the comment section. If this post has gotten you thinking about the inevitable please consider hitting that like button. Until my next post, my friends, have a great day or night…whatever it is where you are right now. =)


How Do You Do? My Name Is Susan

Susan in neon

Today’s blog post is in response to a daily prompt from February 8th, 2016. I went searching through the daily prompts for something interesting to write about and came across this one.

Say Your Name  Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself? 

It has been interesting living life as Susan especially now that I am older. When I was young and in school it was a different story. Kids in the school yard would bully me making squealing noises behind me and yelling “suey, suey, here piggy pig pig”. Then there were/are the people upon meeting me immediately refer to me as Sue. I’m sorry, but you don’t know me well enough to shorten my name down and be so casual about it. Don’t even get me started on the ones that call me Suzanne. There is a clinician at the lab I go to for blood tests, every three months for my Type 2 Diabetes, that calls me from the waiting room as Suzanne without fail even though I have corrected her multiple times. She claims it is because that is her sister’s name. It just drives me batty when people can’t be bothered to pay attention and use my name properly…it is five simple letters people!

As far as I know I was not named after anyone in particular. The exception to the people who refer to me as anything other than Susan is my Mother and Sister. Mom calls me Sue and I’m okay with that although that name out of almost anyone else’s mouth would have me seeing red (my favorite color too by the way.) When Mom calls me Sue I can hear the love in her voice and I know we are in a good place. Like they say, when your parent calls you by your full proper name you know you are in trouble. Mom calls me Sue, I love her and I love that. My sister, again a special case, calls me Spoo. That term of endearment has been going on for years. Even when we were kids this was the case…I suppose it was when she tried to call me Sue and it came out as Spoo and it kind of stuck. I love it! That kind of a thing was flukey to happen and now it is something we share that brings me back to childhood when I used to share a room with her. In fact, I remember giving her an ID bracelet with Karen on the top of it and love Spoo engraved on the opposite side. ¬†It gives me a comforting, warm and ¬†belonging type of feeling even when I receive an email from her that begins Hey Spoo. Of course, my husband Kevin refers to me as Sue and that is completely fine with me too.

In school, there was another student in my high school Spanish class named Susan and our birthdays were on the same day! ¬†The teacher requested we each choose another name to be used in Spanish class so that when calling on us it would be simpler than sorting out the confusion every time. “No, I meant You…not You” So for a semester I was Sarah in Spanish class and Susan in the rest of my classes, talk about confusing! Now that I am older and no longer in school I prefer to be called Susan by the professionals I deal with like my dentist, doctor and various nurses and receptionists as well as everyone else I meet in my daily life.

If I had the choice would I rename myself? Hmm, years and years ago I considered it and was thinking of changing it to Nikki with Hope as a middle name but that was when I was going through a lot in my life and I think it was my way of escaping that turmoil. I never went through with it even though there were forms I could fill out and a fee to pay. It was more like something to daydream about and let me feel stress-free for a bit. I was a single parent with two sons and, like I said, dealing with a lot of turmoil. Looking back now I am glad I didn’t go for a new name. I have been able to reconnect with my family after years of silence and misunderstandings (from my end that is) and I am so happy. I was able to make peace with my Dad before he passed away almost three years ago now. I still talk to my Mom and my Sister regularly by phone since we live miles apart and I am not sure that would be the way it is if I had changed my name all those years ago. I might have gotten bullheaded and kept going my separate way with a name change to reinforce that decision. Instead, I started talking to them and opening up to let them in again. I am so glad I did. Mom and Karen if you are reading this ( and I know you are because you support me in everything that I do) please know that I love both of you and I treasure my name (Susan, Sue and Spoo) now and the bond that links us together.