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Here are two of my attempts at the original Scribbler program. I enjoyed the program and had a lot of fun playing around with it.I am excited to try out the second Scribbler.

How do we really know what is "right"

How do we know what is “right”

This post is a little bit different from the normal odd random happening from my life. We are going to take a break and wonder for just a moment, how do we really know what is “right”. Does it make something the “right” thing to do because it will best help us? Or perhaps is the thing “right” because it is what is best for others? Does “right” mean that it is the least hurtful or harmful? Maybe we know what is “right” by listening to what others tell us, or maybe by listening to the little voice inside of use. And occasionally the “right” thing to do is only “right” for a moment.

Life is full of our hard choices. Sometimes we have to keep the best wishes or well being of others, before that of our own. Or do we really have to?  I find that when my mind is full of dilemmas, it also begins to wonder how I really know what the right decision to make really is. Sometimes what sounds right before they happen; really turn out to be the worst one after they are done. And once in a while what feels the worst to me as I am doing it may actually be what the best thing to do really was. Quandaries of the mind can sometimes be so over whelming and even tear our heads apart. The leave us confused about which route is the best one to take in life. What may be right in the heart may not be right in the head or even in your wallet. And sometimes we just have to bite the big bullet and hope that as we jump off that cliff we might land on something soft and squishy.

Recently I have been at odds in my head with a big decision. This is a decision that could be life changing in many different ways, both good ways and bad. Try as I might I cannot figure what the “right” thing to do actually is. All of this wondering in my head has drawn me to one simple conclusion, sometimes we just have to take the plunge. If we wrestle so hard in our head or in our hearts to find what the “right” thing is, then we just might as well go ahead and try it. Whatever it is, so long as you know when you are stepping into it that you are not purposefully be hurting others, then that is something that is worth trying. If what I am about to do, ends up being the very wrong thing to do, then I can do my best to bow out gracefully. That is it, just now I know, that is really the only way to go.  This time, if I do kill the fly, I will do my best to give it a proper burial.

A Day In The Life

Evil Little Deeds

When I was young I did a whole lot of mean, evil little deeds. When the little boys in the neighborhood were mean to the little girls that were my friends, I always sought retribution. Granted, it was not a very nice thing to do, always having to get even, but it sure was the fun thing. Once I painted a little neighbor boys brand new jeans. The little boy came over to my house while my sister and I were painting our dog house in the back yard. Well I am not sure how I got him to let me do it, but his mother sure was mad. She called my mother and let her know just what she thought about what I did to her son’s brand new jeans. And my mother was none too happy as she drug my butt across the road and down the street, to shame facedly apologize for what I had done. And my mother was especially mad with me because she had to pay for the pants that I had ruined. I do not remember just how long I was doing a mountain load of extra chores to make up for that one. But I know that by the time I was done I had learned the most valuable of lessons. I learned from this that if I am going to be doing evil deeds, it was best to make sure the money to pay for what I had done, did not come from my parent’s pockets.  Maybe not the best of lessons, but it was an ample one to make me revise the evil just a bit in the future; for my reign of terror did not cease.

Family

Family

Bubble Butt Jumpers

Bubble Butt Jumpers

When my sister and I were small, I was somewhere around 6 or 7 years old, we each received one very cut bubble butt tie strap jumpers. They had elastic around the waist and around the leg holes (for there was no legs at all), making the butt area just a bubble of material.  We thought that our new outfits were just so very wonderful. Secretly I thought that my sister’s was far better than mine.  We did not get a lot of new clothes, just a certain amount to make it through each season. It’s not that my parents were broke, they just did not feel the need to lavish money on clothing. You get what you need and sometimes what you want.  Well these were just so cute and so new that we put them on and went off to play. We got out our little red wagon and were off on an adventure to our neighbor’s house. And yes, in case you were wondering, I was beginning to harbor a bit of resentment for the outfit that I thought was better than mine. We knocked on their door and asked if our two friends could come out and play. In all honesty, the younger of the two was annoying, but if we wanted to play with one, then we had to play with both. We had a wonderful time pulling each other up and down the sidewalk in our little red wagon. (Back then we didn’t have video games in every household.) All the while we were having fun I got a little bit more and then a little bit more jealous of my sister’s just slightly fancier than mine, outfit. We wheeled our way back home and our mother brought us each out a tall cold glass of koolaide, and then she went back inside. Well I got it into my head that if my sister’s outfit wasn’t as pretty, then mine would be the better one. Does anyone see what’s coming yet? Sure enough, that glass of my red koolaide found it’s way on to my sister’s brand new bubble butt jumper. I knew in an instant that I would be in the worst of trouble if my mother knew that I did it on purpose, so I turned on the tears. And cried my way right in to my mother thinking that it was an accident. Because my tears were good, I did not get busted for the sabotage. This time I did kill the fly, I just covered It up real well.

Bricks in The Wall

Bricks in The Wall

The Coveted Chair

When my daughter was younger, somewhere around a year old, I first saw the chair. When Hanna was a very little girl I was working full time in a nursing home, as an STNA. One of my best friends was my faithful baby sitter. Every day I would drop my girl off at her house in the morning, and come back and pick her up before supper. My route that I had chosen to travel from her house to work, took me down an alley and then a one way back road (well, that was the start of the route). Never on this short stint of the route had I ever saw another person. I saw no people in their yards or by their cars, not even on porches or in the street. I did not see people when I was going to or coming from work. But every day I passed the chair. I would like to add in that my car was beyond my means of repair, so I was driving my father’s ratty old pickup. It was an old truck, but it was a truck none the less. As you might have by now guessed, that chair would have fit very well into the back of that borrowed pickup. Five days a week, two times a day, I passed by that chair. To me it was the most amazing of creations I had yet seen. It looked as if it were made of bamboo and it had this crazy tall and curved back that always reminded me of the Egg Communications chair in Mork and Mindy. (If you have seen the show you know exactly what I mean. It was curved and formed similar to a giant scoop, and it had a comfortable sized and also creative bottom half.) I really wanted this chair. Countless times I passed that chair, and each time I did I must admit, I thought about throwing that chair into the back of the truck and heading on to work. I had never seen anyone anywhere near there, so I was fairly sure I would not be caught. But alas, I resisted the evil urge to just take what I wanted from someone who looked far better off than I. For nearly a year I passed by in that truck and finally the day went by that I first saw someone in the yard with the chair. For some strange reason I stopped. I pulled my truck to the side of the road, and told the guy in the back yard how much I loved that chair. And I even admitted that I have passed by it for nearly a year and had always wondered where it was from (I did not however tell him that I also thought of stealing it, every time that I passed by).  He came over to me and said thank you and he told me that he hated it. Well of course this was a shock to me because clearly, to me, it was a wonderful chair. And I expressed my opinion to the guy. He suddenly asked me if I would like to have the chair. Yes! My head shouted hurray, but my pocket knew that it had only loose change between empty and full. But yet with the knowledge of being broke in my head, I still ventured to ask the guy how much for the chair? It is Free said the man! Oh Lord I was a shocked woman! I asked him how could he part with it for free and he informed me that it was his girlfriends chair. And the chair had been given to her by her ex-boyfriend’s mother. (Or something like that). And for that reason alone he was willing to suffer the wrath of his woman to give met the chair. I was ecstatic and was not willing to say no. after all; to me this was a hidden force rewarding me for doing the right thing. I had always wanted to, yet I never had, stole the chair. And low and behold the chair was now mine! And the guy even walked back to his porch and picked up the chair, and put it into the back of the truck for me.

Sometimes, though not often, when we do the right thing it pays off. This time, I DID NOT KILL THE FLY. I did not do something that I regretted later, instead I did what I felt was right and still got what I want.

Tami Edited

Tami Edited, a photo by Dee Brown2011 on Flickr.

Here is a photo edited for your amusement and mine, Enjoy,

Falling Down Edited

Falling Down Edited, a photo by Dee Brown2011 on Flickr.
I was so impressed by what picnik.com could do, that I wanted to post a back to back difference for you to see.

A Hidden Cave Editied

This spot really impressed me. It made me wish i could have scaled the wall, climbed the fence, and discovered what was inside.
A Hidden Cave Editied, a photo by Dee Brown2011 on Flickr.

By the Water Edited

I have passed these on the highway countless times. And I have always looked at them and wondered what they held. I think I irritated a few people when I pulled over on the highway to take the picture.
By the Water Edited, a photo by Dee Brown2011 on Flickr.

Crossing Over Edited

After I edited this picture, it made me want to walk down that bridge and find the mysterys that were at the end of it.
Crossing Over Edited, a photo by Dee Brown2011 on Flickr.

Beyond Edited

I love the way this tree forms a natural circle to frame this building
Beyond Edited, a photo by Dee Brown2011 on Flickr.