One of my most embarrassing moments happened at a roller skate rink when I was about eleven-years old. Tonight, twenty some years later, I had another experience that will forever make me cringe. Or maybe laugh out loud.
Let’s rewind a bit and go back to the first occurrence. I was an overweight pre-teen doing to the best I could to look graceful on a pair of roller skates. It was a school sponsored event and everyone was there. I was zipping around, noticing a group of very good looking teenagers huddled together at one of the side resting places when I felt myself lose control. I desperately tried to regain my balance as I flew across the floor toward the very good looking teenagers. “Please don’t fall into them,” I repeated to myself.
They frantically waved their arms screaming, “No!”
I plowed into them like a bowling ball. They were struck down one by one by the overweight chick on skates. I am certain at least one of them never forgot that night.
Tonight I was at a roller rink with my children for a birthday party. My husband, being the sport that he is laced up. He took the three oldest out while I stayed back with my ten month old. I pushed her stroller over to an indoor picnic table and attempted to sit down. Immediately, I realized I misjudged where the seat was in relation to where my ass was. One cheek grazed the edge of the bench and I felt myself losing balance. I desperately tried to stabilize myself. I spun around and tripped over my own feet and slammed against the floor. Directly in front of me was no other than a group of teenage boys. So, if you suddenly find a you-tube video of a mother falling flat on her face at a roller rink, chances are it is me.
To think, I wasn’t even wearing skates.

Today wraps up Poetry month. I had fun writing poems but I will be the first to admit I have much more to learn when it comes to writing poetry. Still, I gave it my best shot. The prompt for the last day of poems over at Poetic Asides was Farewell.

To bid farewell to someone or something is not always easy and sometimes heartbreaking. Everything that lives must die. But everything that dies does not need to be forgotten.

Memento Mori

Chats on the backyard swing
Smoking under the train bridge
Sunday dinners at noon
Life is passing by

Laughing at an inside joke
Cookouts in the country
Walks along the railroad tracks
Days forever gone. Why?

Curfews and crazy days
Sitting on the front porch
Loving for the first time
Everything born must die

Farewell to all things loved
Cherished memories will remain
In my dreams, you all resurface
One day, together we will fly.

Never Give Up

Even when they tell you no
Even if you doubt you could
Even if you tried and failed
Believe, Hope, Trust you would

If you believe you can’t. You won’t.
If you believe you can. You will!
It may take a while but keep reaching
Learn a lesson then keep teaching.

Everyone dreams of something
Nobody wants to be nothing
Never give up and you will see
Yourself become what you were meant to be.

Happy Earth Day! I intended on posting this early this morning, but as usual the day went by too quick.
The older I get, the more I appreciate our Earth. When you are young, (at least when I was) you take the Earth for granted. If you live in an area filled with mountains (which I do) they eventually become invisible unless you make it a point for them not to. This is the sort of thing I have been making a conscious effort to not do lately. I want to take a moment to cherish the beauty in the mountains, breathe in a breath of fresh air, and marvel at the blue sky.
Appreciating our Earth on a daily basis will change the way you look at life. I recall my father saying “It’s good to be alive.” He loved a beautiful day and never let one pass without recognizing how lucky he was to see nature at its best.

Wake up. Take in the view. Open a window and enjoy what you have today because tomorrow it can be taken away.

Another poem. Today at Poetic Asides Blog, color was the subject of the daily challenge.
I chose to write a poem about Orange. I love the color Orange. There is something magnetic about this color. It’s vibrant, cheery and makes me smile.
My interpretation is different from yours I am sure. What’s your favorite color and why?

Orange

She dazzles and twirls
Her energy is loud
She’s earthy and smart,
Stands out in a crowd

She’s exciting and fun
When you see her, you smile
She’s happy-go-lucky,
Always worth your while

She’s unique and memorable
She leaves, you’re lost
A lovely spirit like hers
Would be worth any cost

Sunshine she brings
To any given day
She’s always the one
You let get away

I’m still writing Poems for the Poem a day at Poetic Asides. The premise for yesterday’s poem was an object. The Binky was the first thing that came to mind.

“Aah, how sweet,” was my first thought.
The blue binky was adorable, I loved it!
The baby is crying, where can it be?
Not under the couch, someone please help me!
I searched all over and then some more
The baby is screaming. I’m off to the store.

I will buy another, even though I have five.
Where have they all gone?
Where do they hide?
Here I am, with a brand new blue binky.

Wait, the baby is smiling, how could this be?
While I was gone, she found her missing binky.

April is poetry month. I am not a poet but I do like to dabble in poetry once in a while. The novice poet that I am thought that to have a good poem you must rhyme, but after seeing many poems, I realize that is completely wrong. A good poet conveys emotions through words and tells you a story without writing a book. I stumbled upon the Poetic Asides blog and noticed that for the month of April, they are encouraging poets and non poets to write a poem a day.
Each day, a prompt is given and you are to write a poem based on the prompt. I will share the one I wrote regarding something missing.
This is our first Easter without my father. It was actually this time last year that he let us know that he wasn’t feeling right. Last Easter we would have never guessed that within three months he would be gone. Tomorrow we will paint Easter Eggs with the kids as we always do on Good Friday. But this year my father won’t be sitting at the head of the table painting his famous egg.

The Egg

The colors are lovely but not as lovely as before
Sadness hides behind the delicate smiles.

The children excitedly paint their masterpieces
The energy of love lost encircles the room
One by one the eggs are placed inside the basket
Silence pours through, suddenly we are aware
The polka-dot egg is missing, his masterpiece
The basket is full but our hearts are empty

Did you ever look forward to getting a few moments to yourself and then you get a glimpse of your sleeping child and wished they were awake?
Don’t call me crazy just yet; I know there are many mothers reading this yelling at me saying “What”?
I can’t help it; I get a twinge of sadness and reflect upon the day every time my children fall asleep. I ask myself if there was more I could have done throughout the day to be a better mother. I whisper their name and hope they respond and then when they do, I ask myself if I was sure that I wanted to wake them up?
You want a moment to yourself and then when you get it, you feel guilty for enjoying it.
I see my children getting older right in front of my eyes and realize that life is slipping by too fast.

I hate when I write a blog, and then later read it and find that I misspelled something or used the wrong spelling for a word. It drives me batty and makes me feel like a terrible writer. I just spotted an error where I used scent, instead of cent. Feeling like a fool on April fools:)

I GOT MY SISTER TODAY WHEN I TOLD HER THAT FOR SOME REASON THE GARBAGE MEN DUMPED A WHOLE BAG OF GARBAGE ON HER FRONT PORCH. SHE WAS ABOUT TO FREAK OUT WHEN SHE REALIZED IT WAS APRIL FOOLS.
YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD BE READY WHEN SOMEONE ATTEMPTED TO PULL A PRANK ON ME.
MY MOTHER FURIOUSLY KNOCKED ON MY BACK DOOR, “LET ME IN, HURRY”. I THOUGHT IT WAS COLD OUT AND SHE WAS JUST EAGER TO GET INSIDE BUT AS I APPROACHED THE DOOR, SHE LOOKED OVER HER SHOULDER AND SAID “THERE IS A BIG RED FOX IN YOUR YARD.” (GREAT ACTING, I MIGHT ADD)
THEY ARE NOT ANIMALS THAT WE NORMALLY SEE IN OUR AREA SO I WAS A BIT SURPRISED BUT NOT SUSPICIOUS, AFTER ALL SHE IS NOT A LIAR. TH

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