Journaling Inspiration?

I sometimes have so much bottled up inside of me and so many simultaneous trains of thoughts that I have no idea where to begin when I want to journal.

I recently found a good website for inspiration. There are good suggestions here whether you journal in the traditional manner, or you journal for scrapbooking.  http://debbiehodge.com/2012/03/keep-a-5-year-journal-progress-to-date-and-prompts-for-april/

There are suggestions here for 365 days of the year.

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New Site(at least to me for writing prompts)

I found a nice site with thought provoking questions to discuss or write about.

http://www.corsinet.com/braincandy/question.html.

I particularly liked these two.

If you could have anyone locked in a room so that you could torment them for a day, whom would you choose, and how would you torment them?

I have an in-law that I am extremely angry with right now because she insists on messing with my kids and grandson. She happens to be rather ignorant on the subject of tattoos. She thinks they are the mark of the beast? If you know your history, then you know that there were Christians in the German concentration camps and they were tattooed against their will. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSbbamX7SoU

Why would God allow someone to have the mark of the beast placed on them against their will? She also happens to be a glutinous eater. I don’t care if someone is heavy, but some people can make you ill if you have to watch them eat. If I were going to torture this person, I would have them branded and then put a triple decker sandwich which no woman should have room enough in their stomach for, just out of her reach. I know I am a Bitch, when it comes to my family. It just doesn’t make much sense to mess with me, particularly, if I know where you live.

Who would you most like to be stuck in an elevator with? Least like?   Most: McGyver   Least: The Marquis De Sade and Adolf Hitler. Obviously, from my above comments, we would totally cancel out each other’s creativity.

Pranks and Nostalgia

I was getting some steak out of the freezer to thaw this evening and I suddenly remembered something my brother and I did when we were kids. I almost peed on myself trying not to laugh, because it was a late night trip to the freezer and everyone was asleep.

We used to go to this steak house with our parents. There was a half wall that separated the dining area from the area patrons walked through to make their orders. We, my brother and I always sat at the table that was up against that wall.

I am not sure who thought it up, but we used to dip steak fries in ketchup and drop them on the floor on the other side of that half wall.  Then when people went through there, we would say, “Watch out don’t step on that dead french fry!” Only we usually only got to the word “dead” before they were jumping around, trying to lift up their trays to see and backing up when they would see red on the floor.  Then we would say, “Oh, no. You killed it.”

When they finally realized that we had said french fry, they usually didn’t think it was as funny as we did. I don’t know why we never got into trouble.

Another time we were in a buffet style restaurant with one of my friends. She and my brother were on the opposite side on the table from me and there was a table with a bald man and his wife and some other people behind me. My friend and my brother started taking ice cubes and flinging them with their spoons. I kept giggling and trying to get them to quit. Then all of a sudden both of their mouths dropped open and they had that uh oh look of being busted on their faces.

I turned around to see if I could figure out what they were looking at. The bald man was reaching up and wiping off the top of his head. One of them had shot an ice cube and it had skidded across the top of his head.

Fortunately for us, we left shortly after that. I think they had been shooting for his head all along.

Got any good stories about trouble you caused as a kid?

Here are some good “Nostalgia”, quotes to help inspire you.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.  ~George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss, 1860

Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson:  you find the present tense, but the past perfect!  ~Owens Lee Pomeroy

If you’re yearning for the good old days, just turn off the air conditioning.  ~Griff Niblack

People seem to get nostalgic about a lot of things they weren’t so crazy about the first time around.  ~Author Unknown

It’s never safe to be nostalgic about something until you’re absolutely certain there’s no chance of its coming back.  ~Bill Vaughn

The world is full of people whose notion of a satisfactory future is, in fact, a return to the idealized past.  ~Robertson Davies, A Voice from the Attic

[I]t becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.  ~Ted Koppel

Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.  ~Doug Larson

Things ain’t what they used to be and probably never was.  ~Will Rogers

Nostalgia is a seductive liar.  ~George Wildman Ball

Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.  ~Franklin Pierce Adams

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.  ~Florence King

I don’t like nostalgia unless it’s mine.  ~Lou Reed

Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia?  Our time is forever now!  ~Alice Childress

Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had….  ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960

Prodigal Blogger Returns

I have been so caught up in my own drama the last quarter of the year that I haven’t been posting and blogging.  So, my prompt for myself is to think of ways to drag yourself into the new year.  I’m going to find some kind of craft to do for charity and get started on it. The best way to put aside your self absorption is to do something for someone else.  Find someway to help others and then journal about what you gain from it.

Times Past

I have been having a rough year!!! No, really!!  My daughter lost custody of our grandson  in December and that has been very hard on everyone in the family.  At the same time my Dad was fighting stomach cancer and then in the Spring, he died.

Since then, I have been taking care of my Mom, who in addtion to her poor health has been slowly losing what faculties she had.  Last week, she lost them all and had to be hospitalized to keep her from hurting herself or my family.

Needless to say, inspiration for scrapbooking or journaling has been impossible to find.  I haven’t been able to write about how I feel, because it is too awful to give words to.

I did manage to make one layout.  I was trying to remember better times and was thinking about how music has always been a big part of my life and how I express myself.  Then I started thinking about how the bands I listen to now are different than what they used to be.

The layout is about what all of my notebooks looked like in high school.  The next layout will be on what I listen to now and the fact that while I listen to new stuff, the old stuff is still in my CD collection and on my ipod.  I think that if any of your journaling is geared toward memoir, then you should include the things that interest you.

So, here is the layout and some quotes about nostalgia.

“Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.”
Albert Camus

“True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories”

Florence King

“Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.”

Peter De Vries

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.  ~George Eliot

Backward turn backward o time in your flight Make me a child again just for tonight…
Elizabeth Akers Allen

Nostalgia is recalling the fun without reliving the pain.
unknown

What My Notebooks Looked Like In High School

What My Notebooks Looked Like In High School

Journaling Prompts Again

Hospital stays.

I have been spending a lot of time in hospitals lately. My Dad recently passed away from esophagheal cancer. Then my Mom developed an ulcerated place on her foot. Three days after she came home, she fell and broke her shoulder. While she has been staying at my house, she developed infection in her kidneys and had to be rehospitalized. The day after she came home, my husband became ill and had to go to the ER.

Have you ever had something funny happen to you at the hospital? I have had several things happen. When I was a teenager, my Grandpa was in the cardiac ICU at Ohio State University Hospital. We lived in a suburb of Cincinnati and had to travel there on weekends to visit him. My Dad hated it when someone double parked. We had a small Mazda hatchback at the time. After driving around for a half an hour looking for a parking place, we passed by a spot where someone had double parked their car. Dad told me to get out and he was going to park. He squeezed the car into the tiny space left next to the other car. Then he climbed over the back seat and out the hatch, in order to get out. I never did figure out how those people got back into their car.

A while back Mom had a few trips to the ER due to her diabetes. On the first trip, they gave her too much insulin and her blood sugar level dropped so fast it almost killed her. On the second trip she was afraid they would repeat it and instead of saying that was the problem, she was being really hateful and contrary with the nurses. So, I told her that she needed to be careful what she said to them because they were the ones taking care of her and they might give her a shot with an air bubble in it if she wasn’t careful. I thought it was funny, but I’m not so sure Mom did.

About 3 years ago, I had a desk chair that broke and flipped me over backwards. I hurt my back pretty bad and had to go to the ER. While I was sitting in the hallway outside of radiology waiting on my turn to be x-rayed, there was another patient wheeled up to wait too. There are these grab bars all along the hallway in most hospitals. He tried to move his wheel chair over by grabbing one and pulling. It almost flipped him out in the floor instead. I tried to hide my smile, but he caught me anyway. So, to make him feel better, I told him don’t feel bad, I’m here because I flipped over backwards in my desk chair. He didn’t feel so bad then.

If you maintain a good sense of humor, even hospitals can cause funny situations.

What Makes You Feel Powerful

I recently read a journaling prompt which asked, “What makes you feel Powerful.”  I know that for some people having children makes them feel powerful because their children are completely under their control. Some people feel powerful in jobs positions which give them subordinate employees. I know for a fact that many school teachers and principals get a charge from their authority.

The thing that first made me feel powerful and in awe simultaneously was realizing that just by being in the same room with my husband could have an effect on him. I am not necessarily referring to sexual chemistry.  After we met we have never wanted to be apart.  We immediatly became halves of a whole and each other. I know that he feels the same way, because he has said so without my prompting.  It may be true that absense makes the heart grow stronger. We used to live 3 hours from each other.

I also remember that when I was in junior high school I realized that my words or my level of vocaublary gave me an edge over kids who had teased me mercilessly since kindergarden.  Suddenly I realized that with a well worded sentence that I could turn their insults back on them. I took particular satisfaction from insulting them in a way that they didn’t understand and it was even greater when they had to ask someone what I had just said and make fools of themselves. Truly the pen/word is mightiers than the sword. I also had to learn not to abuse the power.

What makes you feel powerful