Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop Prompt

One of the prompts for this week from Mama’s Losin’ It! is right up my alley. I chose:  Do you love YouTube? Share five of your all time favorite YouTube videos. Choosing which prompt I wanted to do was the easy part. Having to narrow down my favorite videos to a mere 5 was the hard part.

5. I can remember being a little girl and just singing my heart out when this song came on the radio. Of course, it didn’t really matter to me what The Manhattan’s song was about. I just liked the lyrics. However, I did think the song was about a man having to let his maid go. Don’t ask me how I came up with this but it did give me a good chuckle when, as an adult, I heard the song again and understood what it was really about.

4. If you read my blog, you know I like me some Tequila! No feet discrimination, I say!

3. Remember when you were just starting out with make-up? Did anyone else start off with the light blue and pink eye shadow?? Man, that was so popular when I was in Junior High. I think what makes me chuckle about men and make-up, is how much they don’t pay attention to the process we go through. Even when their wife does make-up videos.

2. One motivational speaker I NEVER get tired of listening to is Les Brown. I follow him on Twitter and have liked his Facebook page. Recently, he started a group on Facebook and I was excited to get an invite to the group.

1. I came across Katie Piper’s story as I was browsing through YouTube one day. Katie had the misfortune of meeting a man who changed her life in a way you wouldn’t imagine. Although Katie had a tough time at some points, she managed to turn things around and share her struggles with the world. I admire people like Katie because sometimes, just sometimes, it’s the not just the power of thought but having the strength to have that power.


Some More Of Those Random Thoughts!

I’m watching one of those cheesy horror flicks. Well, not really watching it. I’m working on a prompt, keeping up with my Cafe World, and have the movie on for background noise. I can’t even tell you what the title is. The story line is a handful of college kids “break” into an abandoned building, get drunk, and the next morning they’re locked in. Of course, one by one, they’re disappearing and being tortured. Guess the building wasn’t so abandoned.

So why am I telling you this?

At one point, I hear one of the girls say, “Why are you doing this?”

That started my brain thinking.

Why is it in horror movies, 9 out of 10 times, the victim asks that question? I mean, the insane killer is obviously INSANE

Then my brain went on to ask the question: Do you think the killer is going to stop his torture, grab a cup of coffee, maybe offer you a cigarette from his pack as he sits down to explain why he is doing this?

How would that conversation go, I wondered?

Would he share with you the tremendous amounts of insight gathered as victims were tortured and butchered. As the ax slams down on the arm, does the killer ponder, ‘I wonder why I am doing this? Why am I taking such delight in severing this poor girl’s arm? I mean, look, she obviously had a manicure recently. Her nails look nice, outside of the nail polish. Such a shame to chop her arm off.’

Then we have the dramatic pause as the killer looks at his victim, who is whimpering, “Why are you doing this?”

A clash of music as the killer tells her, “Because I don’t like the color of your nail polish, biotch!”


Okay, okay, I will make a slight confession.

If I found myself in that predicament, I too, would ask the question. I really would. I would be morbidly fascinated with what would make a person choose this, um, career path.

I would throw out questions asking about childhood, parents, siblings, all those things that might give me an understanding as to why the killer is wanting to do some type of chop suey on my limbs.

I mean, isn’t it only fair that I get to try to understand why you’re about to show off your carving skills on my body?

Let’s take it a step further, shall we. Let’s say my killer is somewhat of a narcissist and offers me a cup of coffee and a cigarette as  he/she shares with me the events which led up to me on the chopping block.

Bottom line?

He would still chop me up.

My First Horse Related Injury

*If you don’t like looking at injuries, 
you might not want to read this post.*

Jeannie is forever trading, selling, or buying a horse.
 She goes to all kinds of horse sites to trade, sell, or buy. 
The good thing about Jeannie’s  inability to become attached 
desire to find that perfect horse is: A road trip!!!!!!!!!!

Initially, one of our other friends was suppose to go with us. 
I was glad to find that out, especially when Jeannie informed me that her 
soon-to-be-new-horse apparently didn’t like to load.
 And then at the last minute, it was just Jeannie and I headed out 
on that three hour trip. 

The trip was uneventful for the most part. Jeannie cracked me up, as usual.
 I read the directions, she’d argue with me about how far we’d actually traveled before the next turn, I’d reassure her we still had 9 miles out of the 10 to go
 or whatever the distance; the usual banter. 

We arrive at our destination.
 I fell in love with Lily as soon as I went up to pet her. 
She had such a sweet disposition as I stroked her nose.
 I declared to Jeannie I loved Lily and she was a keeper. 

And then, it was time to load Lily. 

I’m standing on the outside of the trailer, with the rope through the slots,
 as is “S” on her side. I had one rope in my hands, “S” had a rope in hers, and Jeannie was behind Lily trying to coax her onto the trailer.  Lily was scared but she wasn’t bucking going all crazy scared. That was a good sign. After several minutes, we get one leg on the trailer. YAY! Which quickly turned into: OUCH!

Lily didn’t like the sound of her hoof on the metal and bolted backwards, pulling me with her. That was the first of my injuries
I thought my wrist was in the very least fractured if not broken.
  Jeannie asks if I’m hurt. 
I tell her yeah.
 She says, okay, keep holding the rope! 
Say whaaaaattttt???? 

So, I put my big girl panties on.

This time, we almost have Lily all the way loaded onto the trailer. And I find out how strong Lily is as she bolts like lightening out of the trailer, dragging me even farther with her. I finally let go of the rope when I look down and see my ring embedded in my finger and blood flowing.

At this point, Jeannie asked me if I still loved Lily.
 Guess she thought she was funny.

I couldn’t believe how quick my finger swelled up! I think I set a world’s record. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t get my ring off. It was bent and I couldn’t pull it over the gash on my knuckle. “S” went to get a bolt cutter to get my ring off and returned with one so big, I thought “She must think I’m planning on escaping from a prison or just figures it’s easier to cut my hand off!” It didn’t work so she offered to have the EMT’s meet us in town to use their ring cutter. 
As we head into town, Jeannie’s like, 
“You’re not really going to have them meet us, are you?” 
I said,
 “Yep, I sure am.
 Besides, they’ll get a chuckle out of the story
 and I have something to put in my blog.”

It’s 8 days later. My fingers are healing up, I’m getting more use out of my fingers, and my wrist is feeling better and I’m able to move it more. It’s still hard to hold things with my hand and certain motions are painful. The frustrating part is it’s my left hand and of course, I’m left handed. 

This is the first injury.
And still, I didn’t let go of that rope!

I took this while waiting for the EMT’s to show up.

You can see where the ring was at.

My ring bent and cut. 😦

My daughter nursed my injuries. 🙂

I learned valuable lessons. Don’t wear rings or bracelets when loading a horse. Wear gloves. And apparently, you don’t worry so much about the others getting hurt. If you need to let go of that rope, well, you let go! And I thought at least my nails still look cute!

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