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It’s the last day of the Blogathon and the optional theme is to create a word cloud for our blog, which is what I did! 🙂 I used tagxedo.com to create it, and I chose it to be in the shape of a treble clef because of my love for music.  It was either this or the “LOVE” stacked, which you may or may NOT know, but both the Treble Clef and the stacked “LOVE” where the “V” is leaning to the right are on my Class ring from High School. 🙂

If I was more skilled with a computer, I would have gone with a Word Cloud in the shape of an open book OR the letters spelling out “Bookworm”, but that wasn’t an option and I’m not that skilled!

So…I made it through the Blogathon and my thoughts?

Well…I’m blogging daily anyways, but this gave me more of a reason to do so THIS month. This month was also the busiest I have had in awhile and I feel my blogging suffered a bit for it. I think I had some great posts this month, but I also had some that weren’t so great. Looking at others that participated in this blogathon, I kind of feel like my blog didn’t quite fit. Most of the participants seem to have very professional blogs, and mine just isn’t like that. I think my blog IS a serious thing for me, and I take it very seriously, but I also think my blog is a very personal one that reads more like an inside view of my life that I am letting others see. I think professional bloggers would probably rip my blog apart in critiques, but that’s fine with me.  My blog is meant for those LIKE me who can relate, not for just everyone, and I’m not going to change who I am to make it that way. Sorry…this is THE Real Sharon…..not the fake…



{June 29, 2013}   Uh oh….

Almost 11 at night and here I am finally doing a post.  Sometimes life gets in the way of blogging, even when you want to do it everyday. So….this is going to be one of these short and sweet posts, but at least I posted, right?!
Today I went to my best friend’s little boy’s 5th birthday party where all the people there had kids except for me. That always ends up making me feel awkward, but I go for my best friend and her son anyways.  I told my husband when we left that maybe next year I will have a baby of my own to bring. Who knows? I know I would like to sit around and discuss being pregnant and my kids, just like all the other women at the parties. Being at a kid’s party without my own makes me feel like when I hung out with a friend and her boyfriend without a man. I feel left out…like a fifth wheel…..~ sighs~
I can’t wait for the day when I won’t feel that anymore, but more so I can’t wait for the day when I have my own little one to hold and love on.
Here’s to my dream coming true someday soon! 🙂



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There wasn’t a 5QF on the site today, so instead I am doing an old 5QF from June 22nd of last year. 🙂

1. What do you keep a stock pile of? Books…I have piles of those literally in every room LOL

2. If Ben & Jerry asked you to invent an ice cream, what would it be? Any of the normal kinds of ice cream that I already like…but one that has 0 calories and 0 carbs, but still takes the same…yea, I am dreaming, but it would be nice! 😉

3. How do you blow off steam? Just getting away from things that stress me and doing things that relax me…like reading, listening to music, watching guilty pleasure tv, etc.

4. What would you do if you had an hour to yourself anywhere within a ten mile radius of your home…no kids, no hubby, just you? I had pretty much a whole week to myself this past week while my hubby was dogsitting/house sitting for a friend and I did pretty much the same as I do when he is here…only difference is maybe that when I was reading, I didn’t get interrupted as much, but otherwise not really that different…and I missed him. Glad he is back home!

5. When you were 16, what was your curfew in the summertime? I don’t really remember EVER having a curfew at any time. During the school year, my Mom would sometimes tell me I needed to go to bed if I was still up and she thought I needed to get to bed, but she never really enforced a specific time that I remember. I was pretty good about putting myself to sleep at a decent time because I knew I needed enough sleep to function the next day. During the summer, I would often stay up all night and sleep late in the day and my Mom never really cared. As long as I was awake on the days I needed to be if we were going somewhere, it didn’t really bother her how late I decided to stay up. 🙂



{June 27, 2013}   Old to me may be new to you

Sometimes something old to one person may be new to another.  I decided to re-post some of my old poetry in one post for those of you have may have never seen it before OR if you have, you can enjoy again hopefully! 🙂

Speechless

I can’t seem to get the words out

Of my fingers and onto the page

They’re stuck inside, confined

To a dungeon I didn’t create.

It’s musty and dirty,

my thoughts become water logged

drowning in an ocean

of sweat and tears.

I reach down deep into the puddles

saving what I can

here, there and everywhere,

but the final stanza seems beyond my grasp.

On one side’s my past

All soggy and fading

On the other side’s my future

Dry but yet unreadable

As I grab the pieces of my present

To try to make it come out right,

I see the future pages

filling in, but just out of my sight.

The pages I pick up slip one,

then two, three and four out of my hand

Into the past pages

Sinking lower and lower.

It’s then I realize it’s pointless to bother

It’s either fading or hasn’t been written

The in between slides quickly

Into the former.

Where do I find my words then

While they’re slipping away?

I guess I must write them as they happen

before they’re taken away.

(Very rough written last minute poem first posted on THIS same day 2 years ago. )

A HIGH SCHOOL OUTSIDER (Posted Feb. 13, 2010)

So this is high school, what all the kids talk about,

This is where they say I’ll have the best moments of my life,

Apparently, my future will be tragic,

Cause all high school has brought me is sorrow and strife.

Halfway through the year, I make one good friend,

Thank God for her or I’d be lost,

I dread the days when we have different lunches,

I’d rather not eat at all than sit all alone in that hall,

Full of the cliques always laughing and staring,

My stomach feels all jumbled up and tossed.

I wonder what they would feel like if they knew what it was like to be me,

Made fun of, laughed at, threatened day by day,

It’s not that it’s all in secret, it’s in front of all their eyes,

I guess they just don’t care or are afraid to speak up,

What they don’t understand is they’re not that different from me.

I listen to the same music, like the same shows,

Obsess over the same guys as they do,

I wish to dress like all the stars, but clothes are expensive and hard to find in my size,

I have beautiful curly hair but it’s so kinky, it’s an afro,

And these glasses don’t do much for my reputation in your eyes.

Most of all aren’t so bad, you just completely ignore me,

At least you’re not like some of the guys, they just seem out to destroy me.

They do it in the worst way you could possibly hurt me,

They sling words like massive stones, humiliate and revert me

Back into something I’ve tried so long not to be,

That little girl afraid to be herself, she longs to break free,

But I sit in this shell, not quite sure how I got here,

Wasn’t I hatched long ago?, How did the pieces get put back here?!

Instead of exiting the shell, I feel it closing in on me,

Every time I poke my head out, there’s always YOU looking down at me,

Telling me I’m not good enough, I’m ugly, I’m fat,

No one will ever love you, Stay just where you’re at,

I don’t care what’s inside you, longing to get out,

Your outer exterior is all I care about.

So I stayed home, crying, all alone in my room,

I refused to go to that prison that you call school,

What do I learn there, anyway? Except how to hate,

There’s only so much a poor girl can take.

LOVE AND HEARTBREAK (Written in 2007, posted here in Jan. 2011)

Love and Heartbreak

Exhilaration, Complication,
Tragedy in exile,
Humiliation,
Obessed creation,
Followed by a smile.

A panicked feeling,
Temptation reeling,
Harpoon hooked on a jagged heart.
Corrosive heartbreak,
Battle of souls to take,
A powerful mixture of minds.

A staircase collision,
Broken heart in remission,
Footsteps trodding over
that trample and mold,
Rebuilding the temple
of a soul’s inner being,
Preparing the way for
silver to change to gold.

(This is by far one of the best poems I think I have ever written, but I’m glad the feelings I had writing this are no longer the same)

Last, but not least….an attempt on May 15, 2011 to come up with a poem spontaneously in 30 minutes….and it feels like a rap. LOL

30 minutes-by Sharon Hughes

I’ve got 30 minutes to write this rhyme,

If I go over then I’m out of time,

Doesn’t seem enough to express my thoughts,

But then again maybe it’s too much time.

It takes one minute to show an expression on your face,

Only takes one minute for it to be erased.

Which emotion will I show to the world today?

If I show the wrong one, will you walk away?

Cause I seem to be too absorbed with the way you see me,

I seem to care too much about the way I’m viewed,

Perception’s different for each person,

I can never be 100% of the same day to day

One person can see my face and think I’m mad

While the other one sees happiness and I may be sad,

It’s hard to convey my feelings just by my outer appearance,

You can’t judge a book by its cover, there’s no adherence

To what rules must I follow? what side should I cling to?

I can’t just always be what you want me to

BE.

What I am is not a feeling, not a positive or negative

reaction or expression, not a facial movement

that I can put on or take off however it suits you,

I can’t fit a mold that makes everyone happy,

I can’t be here and there and everywhere

What you want from me is an impossibility.

Now I’m down to half the time I started with,

Still haven’t begun to tell you fully

How I’m tired of  always trying to fit in

In this world I live in,

It seems to be something I can never get away from.

I want to go back and tell the younger me

That it’s OK to cry,

There’s nothing wrong with being you,

You’re perfect just the way you are,

Don’t waste your time trying to be

Something that you’re not,

The popular crowd’s not worth your time,

You’ll never fit in there cause you’re meant for something more.

You’re MORE than what they can conceive of,

There’s just too dumb to truly see 

The one they see’s not really me,

The girl inside’s everything they’ll never 

BE.

I’ve got 5 minutes left to tell my tale,

Running out of time but I’m still here,

I’ve got to show the world I’ve got what it takes,

I’m not like you, I can’t be fake,

So look at my face and take whatever you choose,

Happy, sad, mad or angry, use me for your muse,

Or however you will, it’s all fine by me,

Cause in the end the only one I need to please is me.

30 minutes I started with,

Now it’s over and done,

But my journey has just begun.

All I know is that what everyone else thinks

Is not what I must focus on

All I want for me is what I’m meant to

BE.



To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions… • What are you currently reading? • What did you recently finish reading? • What do you think you’ll read next? What are you currently reading? “Ribsy” by Beverly Cleary…yes, it’s a kid’s book, but I got it at a garage sale last week and I felt like reading it! 🙂 So far, it’s really cute!

What did you recently finish reading? “Fast food nation: The dark side of the All-American Meal” by Eric Schlosser

“Kiss me in Paris” by Kimberly Kinrade and Dymtry Karpov-Kinrade (Absolutely awesome book! As someone who is NOT a fan of romance books, this book didn’t even seem like one to me. It was just amazing! For my full review, go here!)

What do you think you’ll read next? “We wish to inform you that tomorrow we will be killed with our families: Stories from Rwanda” by Philip Gourevitch (I am waiting on this book from Booksfree to get here, so if it doesn’t get here soon, I will have to find something else to read first…otherwise, this is what I am reading next)

 

 



{June 25, 2013}   One Minute Carnival Haiku

Today , I have combined the  One Minute Post Prompt with  Haiku Day  on the WordCount Blogathon and done a Carnival Haiku!  

I don’t know why that first part was underlined or how to undo…so just overlook that little annoying detail and enjoy my haiku below! 🙂

OneMinuteWriterButton21. Read the daily writing prompt.
2. Push “Play” on the timer on the right side of the screen.
3. Spend 60 seconds or less writing a response to the daily prompt.

Today’s Writing Prompt: Carnival
Posted: 25 Jun 2013 03:30 AM PDT
Remember those carnivals you went to as a kid, or maybe you went on a date to one?! Did you win a big prize, or lose lots of hard earned money trying? Did you see something crazy?

wcToday is Haiku Day, one of the most popular days of the WordCount Blogathon, where everyone in the month-long blogging challenge is encouraged to write a haiku. In case you’re not familiar with it, a haiku is a Japanese poem form that consists of three lines with a total of 17 syllables: 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 5 in the third. — Michelle

CARNIVAL HAIKUS

Texas heat burning

Under shade at Coin Dozer

Watch my money go

(I have always been addicted to this darn coin game where you shoot the coins in and try to knock off the cheap prizes!)

That first haiku was about a good memory….but I decided to do a second on a bad memory.

My 16th Birthday

Happiness turned to Heart Break

Carnival of Cheats

(This was based on seeing my boyfriend with another girl at the fair ON my 16th Birthday and being dumped.)



If you haven’t already guessed from my title post, I finally dropped some weight after being stuck for what seemed to me like forever. It was just one pound, but I worked hard for it! That one pound for me was like the equivalent of building a house and working constantly to see the end result….and working and working and working, and then finally after ALL the hard work and effort…a house!

Ok…so maybe one pound loss doesn’t seem anywhere near as big as a house, but at this moment in time, it is still pretty darn great, thank you! 😉 So don’t try to stomp on my happiness please! I am going to enjoy the moment for what it is and hope this feeling isn’t a stranger. 🙂



{June 23, 2013}   One Minute Flip-Flop

I have decided for now to discontinue my Spotlight Sunday posts for now.  I just haven’t felt like putting the time into doing well thought out posts every Sunday where I put something in the spotlight. This doesn’t mean it’s gone for good; it’s just gone for now.

OneMinuteWriterButton21. Read the daily writing prompt.
2. Push “Play” on the timer on the right side of the screen.
3. Spend 60 seconds or less writing a response to the daily prompt.

Today’s Writing Prompt: Flip Flops

 In SIX words describe flip flops!
My favorite footwear all year round! 🙂
(I live in a part of Texas that rarely gets snow so this isn’t as crazy as it sounds!)

 



This post goes out to everyone I love who is experiencing tough times right now. I wish I could take your pain away and make things better for you. I wish life didn’t have to be so hard. I hate seeing people I care about hurting, both emotionally and/or physically and just not being able to do anything about it. All I have are words for comfort, and I feel as if my words are far from satisfactory.

I have more than one close friend right now dealing with hard times, and I wish more than anything that I could physically be THERE with you instead of just offering virtual hugs and words that I feel are not helping. These friends are dealing with issues that I can relate to far more than I wish. Some of them because I currently deal with it myself as well and it’s hard for me to help myself, much less know how to help someone else. Some of the issues are things I have dealt with in the past and it breaks my heart that anyone else I love has to go through what I experienced first hand. I know from being in that place that no words or advice anyone gave me seemed to really matter. Even if someone COULD honestly relate, I didn’t want to hear it because they weren’t currently in that place. So I don’t want to use the same old adages people use over and over. What I really wish is I could just magically make their problems all disappear. Unfortunately, I can’t, so I am left feeling helpless and all I can do is let them know they are in my thoughts constantly and all my best wishes and prayers are with them as they go through these times. I wish nothing but the best for them and wish that they might get a break of happiness soon.

It is my hope that the ones that this post is meant for will understand and know how much I love them and want the best for them. You are NEVER a bother to me and I always have time for you in my life. I may not know the perfect things to say, but I’m always around to listen.

I truly believe this world would be a better place if all of us would put aside, for even a minute, what is going on in our own personal lives, and really and truly care about our friends and family who are hurting. I’m not claiming to be perfect at this. We ALL have our faults and shame on anyone who won’t own up to their own. I know this paragraph seems unrelated to the rest of my post, but this post is not for everyone…the ones it is meant for will understand. I posted a status on FB today that really summed out this nicely.

“An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.

Why is it that when someone DOES care about someone else more than themselves that people can’t believe it? That they are shocked?  I think this is a sad thing when putting others before yourself is so rare to be shocking.

This reminds me of my wedding day. The day that is supposed to be the best day of your life. One of my bridesmaids was told (which was really messed up in the first place), that her husband had been cheating on her. This was during my reception and I saw her crying. Instead of being totally immersed in my wedding day and totally disregarding my best friend, I went up to her and asked her what was wrong and then hugged her and I cried with her. It didn’t for one moment make me feel like my day was no ruined. All I cared about was that my friend was hurting and my heart broke for her. She actually apologized for ruining my day and it made me sad that she was worried about that. Here she was finding out her husband was cheating on her and she was more worried that my day was ruined. I, of course, let her know she didn’t ruin my day. She should have never felt for one moment that I cared more about my happiness than hers. When you love someone and they are hurting, you do your best to do whatever it takes to be there for them, no matter what. If heaven forbid, one of my friends had an emergency and needed a ride during my wedding and there was none available, you can bet I would have given them one. That’s just what you do when you truly care about someone. I’m not saying this to make myself look good. I don’t care how it makes me look. I am just saying how I truly feel inside. How I feel others should feel. Yes, it’s just my opinion, but this world would be a better place if more people shared it.

I believe a test of someone’s true character is how they treat their loved ones when they need help the most. Today, your life may be wonderful and you may have it all, but if you don’t treat those you love that are less fortunate well, then don’t be surprised when the tables turn and they are not there for you in return.



Welcome!

As always, you may answer these questions in your own post or in the comments section!

This 5 Question Friday was brought to you by:

On to the questions!

1. Have you ever been robbed and how did you handle it? I have never personally been robbed, but my Mom has had her wallet stolen two different times when I was with her. 😦 One time was especially vivid to me because me , my mom, my oldest sister and her kids were all at Sea World having fun. It was late in the afternoon and we were still looking forward to having more fun. We all stopped at a bathroom and my Mom realized she had left her wallet in the stall. She had just come out of it and saw a lady go in with a stroller and her baby, so my mom went up to the stall and told her that she left her wallet in there and asked if she could give it to her. Well, the lady said she didn’t see a wallet…. She ended up coming out of there and walking right past us and sure enough, no wallet in there anymore, but it HAD been in there and my mom knew she left it right after she walked out and this lady was the ONLY one to go in there since then. I mean, it was literally that little of time between! So….a wallet with $250 and basically all the rest of 6 people’s spending money gone. 😦 We walked around looking at the top of trashcans to see if she got rid of it after stealing the money since it had pictures in and we DID found the wallet…..The money was gone and the cards, but the pictures were there….All my mom had on her was some of those little stacks you get that you can put pennies, nickels, or quarters in for arcades and stuff? So we had to leave early, but we used the quarters to eat ice cream at McDonald’s….all these years later and I still remember bawling about it and being SO upset and wanting to run up to the lady and yell at her….but my Mom wouldn’t let me….I don’t understand how people can be so evil!

2. What do you do at a kids function when Parents don’t behave? Meaning they are the ones being impatient and rude. I don’t have kids, but I have been to kid’s birthday parties before. I can’t remember parents really misbehaving at any that I have been to, but I’m sure they do. I think adults can act like babies more than little kids sometimes!
3. Have you heard of a potty party? Will you/have you had one for your child(ren)? Never heard of this…is it like a party for your child once they become potty trained? Because I don’t think some HUGE celebration is really necessary. Your child isn’t going to remember it anyways. I DO like the idea of giving your kids stickers or a treat when they go potty, though to encourage them.

4. How young do you think kids should be when they start taking swim lessons? They have little infants take swimming classes…Supposedly, it’s easier when they are itty bitty, so I think whatever age they will start classes for is good….I personally do not know how to swim and deep water scares me, so I would like to put my future children in swimming lessons when they are young so they won’t have that fear, but also for the same reason my non-swimming sister put her kids in them. If MY kids know how to swim, I don’t have to worry as much about them accidentally drowning in a swimming pool and then me being the one to save them when I don’t know what I’m doing!

5. What makes you happy? So, so much…this answer could go forever! My family, my husband, my nieces, my nephews, my best friends and my blogging buddies, my blog, reading, music, teddy bears, dancing, shopping for books…..and finally getting past a level I’m stuck on on Candy Crush Saga! LOL…These are just a few!





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