My Apologies

Hello, My Dear Friends and Followers.  I won’t be able to partake in this weeks TPIB Entry of Fiction 101.

As some of you may know, I’ve been under the weather for most of this week with anxiety issues.  I plan on taking most of the weekend for a break in the action because my writing is really not up to par.

I promise to be back the following week on March 24, 2018, to fulfill  “Guilty Pleasures”

Thank you, for your understanding.

Take Care & God Bless,

Beckie

Love 101 – How It All Began (Poetry)

via Daily Prompt: Suddenly

The year was 1987, and I was all about working, striving, and having nothing but fun.  I was also about fooling around, and just having a good time, if you know what I mean.  I wasn’t looking for love, although the concept of it was “Eh… if it happens ok, if not, ok.”  I didn’t care back then. I was 20 years old, and the social butterfly back then with not a care in the world, life was about one big party right after the other.

Then…

 

 

That day I remember all too well,

partying the night before,

and hung over the following morn,

when opening the store.

Just like any other day,

I wanted it to move fast.

There would be yet another party,

and I didn’t want to show up last.

Wishing my cup of coffee 

was an intravenous drip,

its filtration wasn’t working all that quick,

yet, I just kept taking quick sips.

The store’s doorbell rang,

and up I sprang…

to beat my co-worker’s 

commission,

my hangover in remission.

Suddenly our eyes did meet

as if it was destiny was playing a hand,

Hell, this was not what I had planned.

His charismatic smile nearly dropped me to my knees,

He requested to see the new inventory,

I shook my head and replied;

“I beg your pardon, please?”

We both then laughed a bit,

like that out of a comedy skit,

for this was love at first sight that hit!

Ah, yes… I remember that day all too well, 

as it were yesterday.

How I wish I could turn back the hands of time,

Then you would still be mine.

 

 

 

[Picture provided by Unsplash.com – Justyn Warner]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blogging Etiquette 101

Blogging etiquette — A Pint-Sized life

 

Good Evening, My Friends.

I know you see the title and think “Who the hell is she to teach us blogging etiquette?”   Well, the truth of the matter, I’m just like anyone of you.

As you may have noticed here this past week, the TPIB was going over the do’s and don’ts of blogging etiquette as well as how to compliment etc…  Personally, I make it a point to appreciate another’s blogging entry because they put the time and effort into their entry and/or craft.  If you read something that you enjoyed or felt moved by, or… a piece that intrigued you; instead of just hitting the (Like Button), tell that person you enjoyed, were moved and/or intrigued.  (Like) is great, but a compliment makes that person’s day.  Don’t you like them?

Who doesn’t enjoy hearing a compliment about what they poured their blood, sweat, and tears into?  (Okay, not that drastic I’m sure).  🙂

Now, say you come across something that you didn’t like or you disagreed with?

  • Move on and ignore
  • Be polite, and use the blog as an open forum for discussion
  • NEVER, never, ever… be vulgar and rude.  There is no reason for that.

I know of someone who was ripped to shreds over a “Personal” book review.  There is absolutely no reason on this planet to use vulgarity, and treat the person like crap.  NONE!

Another point I wanted to bring up was this…  I “Personally” would appreciate if someone told me their “Honest” opinion on something I wrote, because they may be able to help me down the road to improve my writing technique and/or style.  We are here to better ourselves at our craft.  Be polite about it, and not say “Hey, your piece sucked.”  That’s not exactly being polite.  Constructive criticism will help your fellow blogger.  If they don’t want it…  End of discussion.

Check out other bloggers by searching them out.  I love meeting new people from all over the world and reading short stories, poems, poetry, topics of interest.  It’s fun, and you may also learn new writing techniques and styles yourself.

I hope you gained a little bit of constructive advice from the piece I’ve just written.  If you haven’t, please let me know.  I just request you be gentle with me.  LOL! 🙂

Beckie

 

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~*~ Loneliness ~*~

Should I stay or should I go?

What the hell do I know…

Isolation has become my dear and close friend.

It never eludes me, it will stick with me to

the very end.

A window from which I stare,

fantasize and dream…

Why should anyone care?

Sitting still, silent amongst

bare trees…

Green settles in for a

long Winter’s nap.

All that I can hear

is wings flap.

Snow continues to fall

silence deeper

secluded under a blanket

of white.

Alone I am.

Alone all through the night.

How I wish my dreams

would come true…

How I long for your

arms to embrace

me.

 

 

[Picture provided by UnSplash.com – Ryan Waring]

 

📝 ✏️Jot This Down📓 📔

Prep In Your Step: Research Paper Tips With The Post-it Study Collection

Good Afternoon One & All…  Welcome to “The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch” subject of the week, Research.

Think about this, since we were tiny people, we have been absorbing and learning.  Now that we’re adults, we continue to do the same thing, why?  Curiosity, perhaps.  Maybe, an upcoming thesis, exams, your job and all those damn spreadsheets to study from one month to the next, and/or even for your own blog.  Every day, our minds absorb more and more information because we are inquisitive.

With any form of research that we folks do in order to prepare for our next fine piece of writing, there is some degree of research involved.

Most of my writing is based on my life, non-fiction, prose if you will.  Heck, I’ve been writing since I was 9 years of age.  I just never understood how it was actually going to affect my life up until now.  My years of keeping a diary, notebooks, fancy journals and now this fine piece of equipment, my laptop, would be my source of research spanning over 40 years to create my blog “Beckie’s Mental Mess.”

The art of journaling and how it's changed my life over two decades. #journal #journaling #diary #books

All of the documentation that I wrote over this span of time was, well, rather a memoir of sorts, and I hope soon to be one day in the future, there was still research involved when it came to documenting my mental illness/disorders.  I honestly never even heard of half of them, until I was diagnosed.

Soon after my stint in the hospital for a failed suicide attempt, and severe depression, I was sort of mandated to attend a mental health facility known as Richard Hall Mental Health Center of Somerset County, NJ., and that is where most of my research began, and that is how my blog was born.  However, I don’t have baby pictures of her in my wallet.  (I know, I know… stupid ass joke).  LOL!

It was as if I entered school all over again to learn about my diagnosis, and boy, oh, boy did I ever.  I cataloged and dated every piece of information that was given to me as a learning process to better understand my conditions.  (Note; this began September 2015, and my blog didn’t begin until September 2016), so you can just imagine how much homework I saved in a course of one year.

I highlighted certain information, and coping skills that I practiced daily in order to better equip myself for living in a world, that didn’t quite yet understand me. Let alone, me trying to understand it.

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I not only studied off of worksheets but began a mission if you will, to constantly look up other sources pertaining to the same subject matter, because medically speaking…  “Mental and physical health changes daily.”  I had to keep my reader up to date, and credible.

So, you see, research never ends, or at least it won’t for me.  I’m like a sponge, I enjoy absorbing new techniques, coping skills, and ways to improve mental stability not only for myself but for my readers as well.

This concludes my vision of researching.  If you have questions after reading this piece, please feel free to ask me anything.

Thank you, in advance for taking your time to read this particular piece.

Respectfully,

Beckie

 

~ Idol or Inspiration? “Both”

Cheryl Strayed - sus libros en Ferrol

~Cheryl Strayed~

Hello, All!  This week on “The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch”, it was decided that we would write about Idols, of which I had two weeks to dwell upon.  I seriously have so many idols that came to mind, but my heart kept going back to the original person that touched me in such an intensely, profound way.

For those of you who have never heard of Cheryl Strayed, she is best known for her books, quotes, and her memoir back on March 20, 2012.  This had been Cheryl’s second book.  The original name was “Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail.”

Cheryl Strayed-Nyland, born on September 17, 1968, in Spangler, Pennsylvania, USA, now residing in Portland, Oregon, USA,  is best known for her American memoirist, a novelist.  She has also written essays and is a podcast host.  Cheryl is also an author of four books in total.  My favorites are her personal quotes that resonate with me in a dramatic way, as I feel them touch my soul on so many levels.  Perhaps, it’s because I found myself at the same crossroads of recovery.

A quote from "Wild" by Cheryl Strayed

Her parents Barbara Anne “Bobbi” and Ronald Nyland moved from Spangle, PA, to Chaska, Minnesota when Cheryl was 6 years old, and by the time she was 13, her parents divorced.  Soon after, her mother, along with her two siblings moved in with their stepfather Glenn Lambrecht to rural Aitkin, County, where they lived without running water, and electricity for the first couple of years.

In 1986, Cheryl moved out at 17 years old and graduated McGregor High School in McGregor, Minnesota, where she was an avid track runner and cross country runner.  She was also a cheerleader and homecoming queen.

Fast forward, she attended college at the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul, but transferred to the University of Minnesota, in Minneapolis, where she obtained her bachelors in of Arts degree, along with a double major in English and Women’s Studies.

In March of 1991, her mother Bobbi passed away due to lung cancer at the age of 45.  Soon after her mother’s death, she wrote essays pertaining to her loss.

Back in 1988, a month before her 20th birthday she married Marco Littig in August 1988.  They soon divorced in 1995 based on her heroine, and alcohol addiction and a promiscuous life she had adapted to.

Cheryl Strayed: "You gotta find your best self and when you do, you gotta hold on to it for dear life." Click through to read more inspiring New Year's quotes to motivate your year.

It was soon after her divorce, she ventured out on an 1100 mile hike through the Pacific Crest Trail, extending from Oregon to Washington State.  Her journey alone was one of self-discovery and facing the demons that had controlled her. This particular quote is probably one of my favorite’s by far.  I came across this after watching her memoir become the movie “Wild” back in late 2015 when I was homeless.

cheryl strayed quote nobody will protect you from your suffering - Google SearchThis quote resonated with my current situation, and I read it every day, with hopes I would better myself, and situation.  In which I did overcome.  Because of this quote, and perseverance, I am no longer homeless as of April 2017.

In 1999, Cheryl ended up marrying the filmmaker Brian Lindstrom and had two children, and currently reside in Portland, Oregon.  If you haven’t read her memoir, or seen the movie “Wild”, please make a point of doing either or.  It is a life-changing story that will inspire you even if you’re not an addict.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed (Knopf 2012 - 9780307592736 - 9780307476074) Traces the personal crisis the author endured after the death of her mother and a painful divorce, which prompted her ambition to undertake a dangerous 1,100-mile solo hike that both drove her to rock bottom and helped her to heal. | Lexile: | ALAStaring,  Reese Witherspoon, Laura Dern, Gaby Hoffman, Thomas Sadoski, Michiel Huisman, and Kevin Rankin.  Cheryl’s own daughter, Bobbi Strayed Lindstrom played the younger version of Cheryl.

Yes, Cheryl Strayed Lindstrom is an inspiration as well as my idol.  🙂

Thank you, for reading.

 

[Pictures and quotes all provided by Pinterest]

[Source: Memoir of Wild]

 

 

 

 

 

📒 📕📜 📃 📄📓 📔📙 📚 📖= Blank

Blank canvas on an easel

“Untitled”

I can’t even fathom a world without the wondrous words that encompass our everyday way of life.

All my fellow writers here at “The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch” have given their take on what it would be like without words and most of their stories are compelling, to say the least.  However, it was glorious words and their creative minds that conjured these amazing stories, and figments of the imagination.  Now, imagine if you will… Never having been able to read their stories.

The truly astounding world it would be to not have the existence of words.

How would we communicate?

How would we describe the beauty or decay all around us?

How would we assist the illnesses without text to serve a patient?

There wouldn’t be a world where children could learn history because there was no documentation to record such events.  There would obviously be no reason for English courses because there are no words to learn.  There would be no education at all.

No religion

No more poets

No more stories

No more news

No more internet

No more brochures

No more advertisements

No more maps to decipher longitude and latitude, what would we consider North, South, East, and West?

No employment, no currency.

No more music, because songwriters, chords, and lyrics would not exist.

The sun would rise, and the sun would set.

The moon would rise, and the moon would set.

But, how would you even describe this phenomenon without words to guide you.

How would we even communicate;

Joy

Sorrow

Pain

Anger

Distress

Love

We as a world would have a blank canvas within our vacant minds.

Just imagine…

We wouldn’t be able to because we wouldn’t know the difference if we tried. It would be a world without the sound or written words we so love and cherish now.

 

 

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Night of Tarot

The 22 Major Arcana Tarot Cards and the 23rd "Mystery" Card #MediumMaria

August 1986, My friends and I gathered for a night to hang out, smoke dope, and drink while playing board games, plus watch the Mets get their derrieres get kicked the shit out of.

Rosemary, Rob, Paul, Kevin, an I played a very competitive game of Monopoly that took close to 2, maybe more hours to complete; Who could tell, by this point we were all a bit tipsy, and at one point making up the rules as we went.

By the time 10:45 pm rolled around, Paul kicked all our butts, and the Mets lost by a margin of 2 lousy points.  All feeling a bit beat, Rosemary suggested she’d break out her tarot cards, for an interesting look into our futures.  She had only been reading and learning how to read them for over an eight-month period, but felt confident in her abilities to read our drunken, stoned asses.

Because Paul had won, it was suggested she would read his cards first.  “Okay, Paul; What would you like to ask?” Rosemary questioned in her mysterious tone to sound more authentic like a carnival gypsy.  “Yeah, alright, whatever… sure, I’ll play along…” Paul’s blurry eyes kept rolling around as if waiting for a question to surface. “Okay, is Deb ever going to say yes to getting laid?”, as he slouched back in his chair with a broad smirk on his flushed face.

Rosemary, shuffle her cards, split the decks all the while staring at the guy she wanted to date all along.  Annoyed, she placed the cards out and proceeded to make believe the answer that Paul so desired to know the answer to.  “Ah,” as Rosemary started to read the cards, “There is no possible fucking way she wants you, Paul.  She has eyes for another guy.  In fact, he’s sitting here at this very table.”  She conjured, without laughing out loud. “Hey! Rose, that shit ain’t funny! I wanted to really know, and you’re making a fucking joke? you don’t know what you’re talking about!”, as Paul scanned the table at his male counterparts; “Don’t get any ideas about messin’ with Debbie guys, she’s mine!” he slurred and slouched further back in his seat.

One by one, Rosemary went to her next ‘victim’ as she referred to us, but she was answering the guy’s questions with details and precision.  By this point, Paul excused himself and went to lay down on the couch and pass out.  He could care less about Rosemary taking her time to answer the other’s questions, that left them scratching their heads in wonderment.

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“Okay, Beck, your turn; What do you want to know?” as Rosemary shuffled the cards once again.  While the guys all dismissed themselves into the living room, I had already known what I wanted to ask the cards that layout in front of Rosemary as soon as she suggested to tell the future in her ‘mystical manner’.

“As you know Rose, my Mom-mom passed away last January… I want to know, is she watching over me?”  I inquired with a touch of seriousness in my voice.  I did, in fact, want to know, being that my grandmother and I were so very close when she was alive and that I missed her dearly.

Rosemary kept shuffling, then split the deck once more.  As she dealt the cards in front of her, she carefully studied them.  Without hesitation, she looked at me and said in the calmest of voices, “Beck, you’ll find out later tonight.”  Then Rosemary scooped up her cards, and placed them back into a small wooden box she kept all the secrets of life in.

“What the hell does that mean?  It’s already after 1 am when tonight or this morning am I gonna know?”  I screeched.  “This is bogus, nothin’s gonna happen tonight.  Damn, I really wanted to know.  This card readin’ crap sucks!” I kept hissing at Rosemary as if it were her fault entirely.

The evening was finally closing, and the guys left with Kevin since he was the designated driver out of the bunch.  Rosemary helped me clean up, then she went into her bedroom to go to bed, and I went into mine.

I began to get ready for bed in the bathroom while washing my face and brushing my teeth, my cat came skidding into the bedroom and jumped on my bed.  She then stood upright on her hind legs and started meowing at the ceiling while howling in cries.  I had never seen or heard her do before.  At first, I thought it may be a moth, but there was nothing there.  I kept staring at my cat “Whiskers”, and the blank ceiling and wondering to myself, ‘what was going on here?’  Until it finally dawned on me.  Rosemary’s words “You’ll find out tonight.”

“Oh-My-God!”  – I all of a sudden felt this rush flow right through me, and there was my cat still sitting upright, crying at the ceiling, never losing sight of what was or was not there.  “Wholly shit!”, as I gathered my blanket as fast as I could and ran back out to the living room. I sat on the couch and shuddered.  I didn’t know what to do or what to think.  Did I just imagine the whole thing?  was I still tipsy? …  ‘Nah, I’m fine, it wore off a while ago’. As I now sat there talking to myself.  Moments passed, and Whiskers came out of the room calmy and proceeded to jump in my lap purring.  “Whisky girl, are you alright?”  as I pet and scratched her soft ears.  “Meow.”

This week on “The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch” we were to write about weird encounters.  This was the only one I could think of because it was based on true events.  “Is this weird enough for you?  It certainly was strange to me.  🙂

 

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Quick & Easy SPAM Chopped Pork and Ham Recipes. SPAM Fries and Scrambled Spambled Eggs.

I know this meat product is practically a delicacy in Hawaii, but I for one, am not a fan of this salty, slimy meat product.  (Nothing personal folks).

There is another “Spam” out there that is just a slimy, and that would be my e-mail spam.  (aka Junk Mail).  Who collects junk other than a junkyard worker?  I’d bet anything, you’d see some empty cans of Spam in the recyclables section.  🙂

I’m not a big fan of commercials on TV, let alone on my computer.  You see, I avoid the (3-D’s), and I don’t mean my bra size folk.  I’m talking about; Disabling Software, Destroying my data and Deleting my personal files.  This in itself pisses me off to no avail.  😦  

Again, who wants to accumulate junk?  who wants their personal computer messed with?  I sure a hell don’t take chances with this crap.   

There is only one exception to this rule, and that is unless I recognize an expected e-mail and it happens to fall into this unwanted file, I literally will delete it without a second thought.  I personally don’t enjoy when I get sick or develop a virus, why would I allow a virus to attack my computer?   “I don’t think so.”  

Naturally, this is my opinion… Other’s can do what they want.  However, just keep those 3-D’s in mind, and, “No, I’m talking about the new feature movie you intend on seeing tonight.”  🙂

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