Shine On Award

Posted on July 14, 2013 by Author's Thought | 6 Comments

I have graciously accepted the Shine On Award …

Thank you A. Long at ajwrites57 for nominating me for the “Shine On” award from your Google+ site: +A. Long.

The rules are as follows:

1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
3. State 7 things about yourself
4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.
5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award requirements.

Seven things about me in a list that shines on…

Me as a Metis (I am of aboriginal, French and Irish on my mother’s side)
Grew up poor
I still managed to be happy even though
Since I was young I had a very active imagination
I wrote my first story over 10 yrs. ago before it was published
The second book of the story was published within a year after
I prefer a spritzer, a 1/4 glass of red wine mixed with sprite, for an evening cocktail

My shining nominees are listed. Please visit these wonderful blogs

(✿◠‿◠) http://chun2013.wordpress.com/about/

(✿◠‿◠) http://www.yourdailyphil.com/

(✿◠‿◠) http://fashionandclassic.wordpress.com/

(✿◠‿◠) http://cherylmoorestoriesandpoems.wordpress.com/

(✿◠‿◠) http://slingshotbaby69.wordpress.com/

(✿◠‿◠) http://4writersandreaders.com/2013/04/01/author-bette-a-stevens-2/comment-page-1/

(✿◠‿◠) http://wordifull.com/awards/

(✿◠‿◠) http://bookmarkedbyjane.wordpress.com/about/

(✿◠‿◠) http://sscrappy1.blogspot.ca/

(✿◠‿◠) http://www.saketsuryesh.net/

(✿◠‿◠) http://www.darrenschillingspeaks.com/2010/09/what-do-you-do-when-you-cant-choose.html

(✿◠‿◠) http://jahidakhtar.blogspot.in/2013/07/momo.html

Thank You for thinking of me A. Long of ajwrites57.

Lost in Translation/Interpretation

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Author's Thought | 1 Comment

Too many acronyms in texting that I don’t know what they mean. Why can’t they stick to obvious u (you) r (are) # 1(number one) Ma, besides teenagers have no time to teach their mothers.

Scenario

Mother, “What is Lol?”

Daughter, “Laugh out loud”

Mother, “What if they mean – lots of love, loads of laughter, lion or lamb, lots of laughs or leap of luck.”

Daughter, “No, just laugh out loud. Nothing else in text talk.”

Mother, “Are you sure?”

Daughter, now frustrated with mother, replies sternly “Just laugh out loud.”

Mother, “Okay. Lol.”

Mother still reading her texts, asks her daughter, “What is ldk?” Daughter, still frustrated with mother, walks away without answering. Mother, left in dark. I wonder what Btw means? She thinks as she continues scrolling her text messages.

Later

Daughter walks back in. Mother asks daughter if Lmfao means, “Leave me f’n alone amiga ok?” Daughter, not interested in teaching mother, acts like she didn’t hear, leaving mother lost in translation.

Mother gets creative, or at least she thinks she did.

Grandma’s Baby

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Author's Thought

When a mother’s daughter has a child, it is like grandma’s own. To hold the little one pours out the mother within.

All About Spelling

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Author's Thought

English spelling depends on the country…

Centre	British/Canada
Center	US
Litre	British/Canada
Realize	US/Canada
Realise	British
licence	British/Canada
license	US/Canada
Disc	British/Canada
Disk	US
Skilful	British
Skillful	US/Canada
Color	US
Colour	British/Canada

and the list goes on.

Canada usually takes the British spelling which is the longer spelling even in medical words such as anaesthesia rather than US spelling – anesthesia.

For more visit Spelling style variations

Re: My Other Blog

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Author's Thought

RE: This is my new blog. I made an error on my old “Author’s Thought blog” and don’t know how to fix it. Although we are attached at the hip, I will not be posting on it. Learning means ♥ making mistakes and I’m certainly learning wordpress the hard way. Because of it, my old blog site is now flying alone as it has gone solo. I do apologize for abandoning you there but I still have you and I’m still flying with wordpress so please do join me here.

♥

Thank you to the Web Engineer who helped me. This is now not the case. That site is now revised and a book blog site. Book – SLS Oborowsky

The Stork Delivers

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Author's Thought

A story was created and the birth of Ivy came to life in a form of a book. As the book nestled in its nest, it awaited delivery to a home far away by a busy stork: protective and caring.

Many readers, awaiting the book, will soon get to indulge in the life of Ivy, to know the walk of a Metis girl: The trying times along with the good times, when the stork delivers the book.

When They Leave the Nest

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Author's Thought

The house is suddenly silent, even a pin drop echoes. A parent sits alone for the first time in years. What can one do but absorb the change. The heart aches for a time until one adjusts to the sudden silence that once was filled with cries, chatter, and laughter. Those were the days, now a mother’s cry. She sits on the rocking chair she once rocked her little one to sleep. Some days, she sits by the phone waiting for the child to call.

The father sits with his paper in hand like nothing changed. What must he be thinking? The child, settling in the new dwelling – not doorsteps away, but miles – is excited to be on ones own.

Oh, where has time gone? The gift of having a family; the sharing and the love that also comes with many changes when they leave the nest. How precious it is to have the love of family, to watch your children grow, to see them excited with every step they take. It is that time when they leave the nest that one will reminisce.

The Travelling Preacher

Posted on June 5, 2013 by Author's Thought

It is 1972. The big, white tent sits on a large field in a remote settlement of slightly over 200 people, big and small. In the tent, the podium stands alone at the back, in the centre of the aisle. Rows of benches are set on each side facing it. The people flutter in. I walk behind the crowd and take a seat near the back. I could hardly see the front with the tall, dark-haired man in front of me.

I choose to go alone to pray: looking to find God, to let him know how things are going, to ask him to always be with me. I stay until I have my blessing from the travelling preacher. He extends his hand over my head. When others start falling and speaking in tongues, I leave. I fear for I don’t understand. My thought is they are having seizures. My heart pounds. My legs are quivering. I hurry out, leaving the travelling preacher and the big, white tent. The last words I hear are “God is here.”

A fragment of a memory so long ago. When I was young.