#WeekendCoffeeShare – Thanksgiving and My #MaryKay Debut Party

How about a slice of homemade pumpkin pie and maybe a cup of hot tea?  We have several flavors to choose from.

It’s  been on the hectic side.  In the midst of making lemon meringue and pumpkin pie for a family get together for Thanksgiving on thursday, I was also getting the legwork done for my Mary Kay debut party which started on Thursday night.  Then on Friday I was not only prepping for a Shabbat/Thanksgiving dinner, I was busy hosting my party (plus taking care of a few last minute minor glitches related to my party).  I got the bugs worked out and now it’s pretty much of a matter of doing the assigned posts throughout the event.  I’e been doing some trivia questions, “getting to know you” questions, and quizzes (through the Mary Kay website), as well as fun facts and specials (including gift sets and BOGOs).

If you want to join the fun, it’s over on facebook and will be running through tomorrow evening.   You can also find me on facebook as Tena Carr, Mary Kay Independent Beauty Consultant

Right now I’m offering 10% off all sales orders during the event.  Plus there’s chances to win $5 off orders of $50 or more and a chance at winning my grand prize drawing at the end of the event.

Whooops…..  Looks like it’s dinner time around here.  Thanksgiving Pie (sort of like a Shepherd’s Pie).  Pumpkin Pie after dinner 😉

This is in response to the Weekly Coffee Share challenge hosted by Diane over at Part-Time Monster.  See what others are sharing.

#Writing 101: A Character – Building Experience (part 2)

Today’s Writing 101 Assignment is to:

“write about the most interesting person you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study”

I mentioned in the first post for this assignment that were two people I had recently met (maybe not 2014 exactly, but close to it) that I admire.   In the last post I wrote about Jerrid Edgington… Now it’s time for Leanne’s story (and Leanne, I apologize for any grammatical errors there may be in the story – grammar is not my forte or strong suit).

I know there are other directions I could have taken this story, other things I could have written about, but this was the story that popped in my mind…  The story (fictional based it may be) that begged to be told.

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“Mommy!!!!!!”  Sally shrieked as she came tearing down the hallway as fast as her little 3 year old legs could carry her. “MOMMMMYY!!!!!”   Her 7 year old brother, James followed close behind.

Jennifer pushed the meager plate of food she had made for herself aside, the mood for eating disappearing quickly.  It looked as though eating would have to wait till later. That is if she was lucky enough for the urge to eat to return.    Jennifer could go days on end without feeling a real urge to eat anything, surviving on liquids (mostly water) and perhaps bites of bread or an occasional carrot or celery stick from the stash put aside for her kids.

Most people didn’t understand what it was like not being able to eat, not being able to sit down and actually enjoy a meal.  They didn’t understand how just the thought of touching food sent shivers up and down her spine or how most textures would make her gag.  “Clean foods” like carrots, celery, grapes, apple slices, that didn’t make her feel messy, were okay.    Thank God, her husband, Dennis, loved to cook so at least her kids got to enjoy good, home-cooked, meals.

It might not be so bad if the difficulty ended there, but to make matters worse    Jennifer couldn’t even manage to eat together with her family.   Attempts at eating, something Jennifer could only do when the urge to eat hit her, took substantial amounts of effort and concentration.  Each bite was a chore.  Just picking up the food could be torture.  Some days she would go out to the large shed that sat on their 15 acre property, where no one would hear her, and scream at God for awhile, “Why can’t I be normal?  Why does eating have to be so difficult?”  That was another thing people didn’t understand, her relationship with God.   How often had she heard that she wasn’t “Right with God”  that if she were a “Real Believer” she wouldn’t be afflicted like she was.  But Jennifer knew deep in her heart that such talk was nonsense, that God loved her, and that he was guiding her each and every step of her recovery (and she was recovering)…

“What is it sweetheart?”  Jennifer asked, putting her attention on the young child standing before her with tear stained eyes.

“James threatened to cut Cindy’s hair off,” Sally cried clutching the spoken of doll tightly in her hand.

“Aww Mom, I was only teasing her”  James replied.

“What have I taught you about teasing and about how we should treat people’s stuff, especially when it’s not our own?”

“That we should treat other people’s stuff better than we treat our own.”  James hung his head down shamefully.  “I’m sorry Sally,”  He muttered.

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The Best Part of Blogging

Victoria over at Linking Loops (welll hmmm.. seems she has deleted her blog?!? – must say I’m confused). posted this question and I thought I’d give it a shot….

What is the coolest and most unexpected thign that has happenned to you as a result of blogging:

I think probably the coolest is connecting with some wonderful people. There are a number of people that I’ve met through blogging that I think are wonderful people.  One that especially comes to mind is Leanne from  Writing and Ruminations.  To be honest I can’t tell you know where it was I first connected with Leanne…. Here on Word Press over on Twitter.  All I know is it that seems like I’ve known her forever.  Over time I have connected her across several social media sites.  She is a wonderful person with a sweet caring nature.  She spends time on a regular basis volunteering at Night Strike, often going out of her comfort zone and doing things that she doesn’t feel she wants (or has the ability) to do, yet feels the Lord  wants her to. Through these experiences she learns life lessons that she readily shares with others (one of which way is through her blog). As you read her blogs, you find her to be honest and open, not afraid to speak about her fears & struggles.

There has also been a connection with old friends like Gunnar Simonsen from Gunnar Speaks.  I actually went to High School with Gunnar (he graduated the year ahead of mine) but like with so many other classmates lost contact over the years.  With the invent of  Places like Facebook & Twitter I was able to reconnect with some of those old classmates – One of which was Gunnar.  I came to find out that Gunnar had a blog on Word Press and went to check it out.   I was absolutely amazed (and yet not) at the person that Gunnar had become.  He has always had the ability to connect and reach out to people even back in those High School days.  He was one of those people who could befriend anyone and everyone…  Not to mention the fact that anytime there was a school prank going on you could be certain Gunnar was close by :-).  Seriously speaking he had a way of making people laugh in a good way.  Connecting through the social media sites and reading his blog posts, I could (and still do) see that he has taken that connection to the next level.  His blog is most about action, namely taking action.  Gunnar is about Social Media and connecting, reaching out and helping others. He writes about his experiences in (and about) Rwanda and sometimes about child trafficking.  He is about Social Media and connecting.

“Moment of Truth” Part 3 of a collaboration challenge story

Before you read my part of this “Collaboration Challenge” story, be sure and read parts one & two

Part One by Carrie Sorenson of  Chasing Revery

Part Two by Nicole Pyles of The World of My Imagination

{Also my apologies I couldn’t find a good picture to put in here and when I did, I couldn’t seem to make it work correctly}

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“Let the games begin”…. such innocent sounding words but in light of past events where people had ended up being hurt by the so called “innocent little fun & games” they sounded ominous to Kips ears.  “I must be loosing my touch,” Kip thought to himself as he hesitated in the doorway, again trying to decide what to do.  What was wrong with him, he wondered.  He never had trouble with making decisions to do something and then jumping in and doing it.

“You planning on coming in dude” Mick asked.

Kip gulped, “Yeah, I’m coming in”

He followed Mick down to the basement where the “game” room was.  He had been down here a gazillion times, but this time, he felt as if a noose was tightening around his neck as he walked down the steps.

In the game room, the others were lounging around on the couch.  A table was set up across the room with a variety of alcoholic drinks, several shot glasses, a die, a sheet of paper, and what looked like a stack of blank business cards.

“We’re all here” Mick spoke to the group,  “We can finally begin”.  A cheer went up in the group and Kip cheered right along with them though his heart wasn’t really in it.  In fact his palms were getting sweaty and his heart felt like it was racing.

“Here’s the rules,” Mick continued on after motioning for everyone to be quiet, “I have a sheet of paper here with the names of the six drinks you see on the table.  Each drink has a number by it,  We each take turns rolling the die and taking a shot of the drink that we roll.  After you drink your ‘shot’ you pick a card and have to do whatever the card instructs you too.  If you are unable to then you fail and have to wait till your turn again to try again.  If you decline your shot then you automatically fail and sit out the rest of the game. The winner is the last man standing!”

Kip listened to the rules as he eyed the drinks sitting on the table.  He was liking this game less & less with each passing second.  Sure he drank booze with his buds, no biggy but the drinks here were hard liqueur and they were talking about mixing drinks – NEVER a good thing.  He had seen the results once when his father had inadvertently drunken a different drink than the one he’d been drinking during a small dinner party he had had at their house.  His girlfriend had been smart to quit.  Of course she had given the excuse that she was going to take some sort of college prep courses and “make something of herself”, but the truth was she looked at these parties as “stupid and childish”  She had told him more than once that he needed to grow up and get a life ( a REAL life). Kip knew he should have quit too, but he was in too deep now.  If he left “the party” early he’d have to make up some sort of excuse (something he was terrible at) or tell the truth and risk being ridiculed by the others.

They all took a turn shaking the die to determine order.  Kip was relieved to see he had the smallest number, which meant he would get to go last.  One by one everyone in the group took their turns all of them passing their “test” as instructed on the cards.   No one had declined their turn.  Then it was Kip’s turn.  No way he could chicken out now not when he’d be the only one to do so and he had a rep to uphold.

Kip  stepped forward and rolled the die, then picked up the shot glass that correlated with the number he had rolled.  The drink burned going down, landing heavily on his churning stomach.  He then took the top card off the pile, turned it over and read it aloud to the rest of the guys.

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Be sure and tune in next week at Confessions of a Pixel and ink-stained wretch as Leonard Suskin takes over the story.

#WIP: How Do Budget Cuts Affect Fire Departments

After talking to an old acquaintance, I decided I would (try) to put together a “story” on the affects of budget cuts on Fire Departments.  This is not meant to be specific to any one Department or situation, but rather a generalized  gathering of information.  I invite all Firefighters (or anyone involved in The Fire Service) to chime in with their thoughts & opinions.  And, just so you know,  Names will not be used (unless specifically requested) – so you can remain completely anonymous.

I would like to gather as much thoughts, opinions, and info as I can for this story from you (Firefighters), because it is you guys who are on the front lines of having to deal with these budget cuts – not the bureaucrats, not the government, not the media, but you guys.

I have set a “deadline” of publication for my “story” to be the end of this month – May.  I don’t like pushing people with deadlines, but I also realize that if I leave this open ended, then I am less likely to get responses (and certainly not in a timely manner).

I look forward to hearing from you!

Thanks!  And Thank You for all you do 🙂

Tena Carr