The quest for rain. Will it ever come? The umbrella will tell the tale.

WPC: Quest

Share Your World Week 36


List 2 things you have to be happy about?

A good family and having a steady income now that allows me to buy the things I want and not depend on others so much.

If you could take a photograph, paint a picture or write a story of any place in the world, what and where would it be?

Image result for egypt

I’d write about Egypt and the pyramids I suppose.

Should children be seen and not heard?

It depends – if I had children. They shouldn’t bother older people and stick to doing their own thing but every once in a while a kid can be good company.

List at least five of your favorite first names.

Brianna, Ashley, Jordan, Justin, Bianca off the top off my head.

Share Your World


The road to eternal happiness

That is a complicated endeavor

Many times you will fall down

And cry your eyes out

Hoping for better days

But with friends and family around

The gift of love is everlasting and abundant

And your worries can be cast out of the window

For love is the ultimate healing power to all

Darkness, death, and fear


For the Song Lyrics of the Day challenge, I provided the song “Don’t Stop Believin” By Journey. It’s always a great song to listen to in times of despair and hopelessness.




Don’t dwell on the past

For it only consumes you

Depression sets in

Sadness eats at your soul

That dark, dark hole you can’t get out

The light fades away

I can’t afford the sadness

For happiness has a much warmer embrace

And my struggle with that dark place

Will avoid at all costs


Sweet Tooth Happiness



cold to

the little tooth,

Sweet to the satisfaction,

A sensational happy moment,

Towering summit like Rocky Mountain high

Shrinking it down, that is the evening goal,

Watch out for whipped avalanche,

Skiing down the mountainside,

With one final maraschino,

Saved til last spoonful,

Plump and savory,

A stem is the



In Response to the Daily Post photo prompt: Treat

A Joyous Family Get Together

What happens in Springfield, stays in Springfield. Okay, not really…it’s not that exciting but I’m just trying to be funny.

So today my great but sometimes odd family all came together in Springfield, Illinois as I told you was going to happen yesterday. And what a wonderful reunion it was. Everyone, that includes my two sisters, Emily and Liz, and their significant others, Connor and Shaun, mom, dad, uncle, and I, and the son, Jace, of Liz’s boyfriend Shaun. We all had a very fun and exciting day filled with happiness, laughter, and a lot of conversation coming from one overexcited video game expert.

vacation11A highway asphalt rolling machine I saw on the way to Springfield. The only reason I took this picture is because we were in a traffic jam and stopped on the highway.
vacation1Emily, my youngest sister and her boyfriend Connor, the very conversational video game junkie, at Bob Evans.
vacation5Matt Thornton – the greatest thing to come to convenience stores everywhere, that they even had to erect a giant sign of him.

vacation7And a gas pump at Thornton’s.
vacation6My meal at Bob Evans.
vacation14Floor arrow. How exactly do you make free happen? Oh, rob the place. So the arrow message is promoting shoplifting?
vacation12Neon lighted sign. Soda as they say in any state except Michigan, home to the word “pop”.
vacation10Scenery on the highway.
vacation08The Coca-Cola truck.
vacation17Overexposed picture of a frog on the outdoor patio table at the place we are staying, the home of an elderly lady with two grandsons.
vacation16Hickory River Smokehouse, where we ate dinner tonight. I had a pulled pork sandwich and couldn’t finish it because I was so stuffed.
vacation18Not so fabulous menu at Hickory River Smokehouse, a not so fabulous restaurant but the whole family was together for the first time.
vacation3Sharkie! I met this odd looking stuffed toy today in Emily and Connor’s car. To say that we didn’t have the least amount of fun waving it out the window and hitting it against heads would be wrong.

Tomorrow, our stay in Springfield continues with our visit to the Abraham Lincoln national cemetery and museum. I will be interested to be visiting my very first gravesite of a former president or any significant figure in history for that matter. There really isn’t that much to Springfield besides Lincoln but having the whole family come together in one spot is what I will really take from this trip.

The Infinite Film

If your life were a movie, what would its soundtrack be like? What songs, instrumental pieces, and other sound effects would be featured on the official soundtrack album?

Cue the lights
Cue the music
Whir, whir, whir
The screen comes on
A soft number
Pale face

Cheerfulness all around
Innocent scenes
Running through wheat fields
Looking over the hill
“Come in from the rain…”

Then a sudden darkening of tone
And crash!

The film speeds up
Blurring out of control
Changing rhythm
“Highway to Hell”
Montages memories sequence

What happened to the old me?

The plot thickens
How to get out this predicament

Then the band sloooows down…
Soft and peaceful
Violin solo
Quiet background tune

Then BAM!
The music gets loud again
It’s anxiety, panic, madness
Racing against the clock
Out of control
Drum beats
Guitar shredding
Where am I
Losing it
Figuring it out
Spiral down, down, down
Slow down the music!

Sucked out
Back to normal
Steady pulsing
In control
Happiness ensues
Script remains unfinished…

DP #62: “Cue the Violins.”

WPC: Graduation Achievement


This is the best picture of achievement that I can come up with and it’s powerful because me and the person that has been connected to me since birth – my mother – is in it . I graduated from Baker College of Jackson in June 2014 with an Associate Degree in CAD/Design. It is a small college but the turnout to the graduation was much bigger than I expected (at least that was with two branches of Baker combined – Jackson and Coldwater). This picture taken with my mom symbolizes everything she hoped out of me – to become successful and live a good life, getting the best out of this world, not letting anything get in my way. I had never felt so happy and excited when I walked up onto the stage to receive my degree, in front of a packed house of graduates and their eager families. The buzz in the air that night was amazing. I kept thinking to myself, “I’m a college graduate, the first one in my immediate family, and I have something to be proud of.”

It was something to be very proud of. I worked hard to earn that degree. Showed up to class everyday even though sometimes I felt like it was no use since the work was kind of lame and we were often let out of class early. But taking a challenge to learn something new is my victory from that college. I still have no job from earning the degree, but am thinking about going for my Bachelor’s sometime next year, maybe in the same field, maybe not, depends on my present interests.

Receiving that rose I have with me in the photo also uplifted my spirits to uncharted levels. It symbolized hope and a breath of new life, that I had succeeded, had beat out the pack. A victory rose. I felt like clenching it in my teeth but that would have looked silly. It smelled and looked so good at that moment. I felt like a champion for that one night. Being a part of a large group of graduates (only 4 in my field though) made me feel special.

The best part about my graduation from college? People actually clapped for me this time, unlike my high school graduation where I was one of the last to graduate (seated in the very back row) and when my name was called all I got was one rather loud and sarcastic “woot” before I received my diploma placeholder, got my picture taken awkwardly, and went behind the curtain. I felt rather disappointed and heartbroken that I didn’t get the round of applause I was hoping for, but fast forward four years later and I suddenly felt a lot better. But life didn’t stop there though. I have to keep pushing myself to achieve new things. To leap boundaries and prove that I can do anything I set my mind to. My third graduation should be even more exciting. To make my family and everyone else around me even more proud of me is my crowning achievement.

Photo Challenge for Week of November 14: Achievement

Dream Retrieving

Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).


The more somber part of my experiences takes me to a dark, spooky, and desolate ghost town…

An eerie breeze can be heard. The metal sign hanging from the porch of an old shophouse claps in the wind.
Suddenly inside the shophouse, I am standing in front of a crazy old hillbilly sitting in a rocker; he passes me a scratch off lottery ticket; the scene is very short and vague; I believe there is a fire burning in a grate behind us, shining across the wooden floor panels. Then it is morning the next day and police are doing investigations at the place. What happened between me getting the lottery ticket and the lawmen showing up? Did the hillbilly kill me or give me an illegal ticket? I remember him having a red plaid shirt on and sporting a pretty healthy looking countryman beard. He didn’t seem to be there when the police were searching the place so maybe he’s a wanted man who has run off somewhere.

Next, after easing into my rapidly deteriorating dream state, I am standing at the end of a hallway that is clearly like the one in my current home; there are two rooms on either side; one is my actual room and the other is my sisters; it is a debate in my head between going in one or the other. When I enter the room on the right, the door suddenly breaks off its hinges and hangs there. The first thing I see is an open fridge without the freezer on top; my dad has his head in it and is eyeing some donuts on the top door shelf. I grab a sticky chocolate one at the same time he does, our hands nearly colliding with each other. I now look at the hanging door and don’t believe I can stay in this room. I discuss it with dad and mom, who is also in the room. They tell me to go try the other room across the hall.

As I stand in the foyer of the second room and stare into the entrance on the right, I feel a lot more content and joyous; Mom is standing behind me in the hallway and seems happy as well; I believe there are tears of joy in her eyes as she stares back at me. I walk into the room, which seems endless, and start admiring the square pictures and notes on the walls, some of them featuring moments from my childhood, stuff dedicated to me. On the first wall to the left as I enter the domain is a corkboard with an open card tacked to it:

Happy Birthday, Matt


“Mike” is obviously written in my dad’s handwriting but I still think it is actually from my Uncle Mike. As I walk further on towards the “end” of the room, I see a message on the wall from a Kaley, and I immediately think it is from Kaley Cuoco (my mind conjures up an image as well).

Soon, as I turn to the right wall behind me, I come to a note talking about a writing program that is trying to get to D.C and get accepted to write articles for the United States government. The note also says they need volunteers and I feel terrible for not seeing this earlier.

Suddenly, I am taken out of my room and end up inside an indoor football field. Barack Obama and his crew are standing on the far right side of the field (near my right eye) and on the left side, the “writers” are buried underground and sticking their arms out the soil into the air, trying to get Obama’s attention. Obviously Barack doesn’t notice them and has a smug grin on his face.


Another sharp twist of my swirling vortex of thoughts takes me to a much darker moment in the sleepy town of Spring Arbor where I used to live. In an old Buick parked in the driveway of a grey house I moved out of four years ago, I am sleeping face down, as if crazily drunk. The car is from from a John that my mom was seeing for a while but is now a distant friend. The Buick was a hunk of junk and broke down not long after it was used.

Now I see “Dad”, who looks like Ted Beneke from Breaking Bad, coming out of the house.

Then I am inside the house, going into my room down the hallway on the right. Around the “L” shaped corner of the room on the left, I see my bed made with a sign on the end board:

God Gave Us Christ’s Child

Wow. What a message to see in my dreams. That’s surely a sign (no pun intended). That never existed there in real life so something truly remarkable is going on here.

Now, sitting in the front row of the auditorium of my high school, I am attending a play or dance recital; I am near the railing on the right. My dad comes by (not Ted Beneke) to pick me and my sisters or something special up, I’m not quite sure. Someone is expertly showing off their Beethoven skills on stage.

The curtain closes and the black dressed ballerinas exit stage left. Curtain opens again and white dressed ballerinas have taken the stage. Interesting – it’s like evil turning to good.


Daily Prompt 10/30/14


Aristotle, one of the greatest thinkers of western philosophy, taught us that happiness is a virtue, not its reward. This means that happiness is a gift that is not to be taken for granted. It is the ultimate purpose of our existence. It does not come and vanish in a mere couple of hours. Happiness depends on ourselves. We choose to be happy. Aristotle gave a true definition of happiness:

…the function of man is to live a certain kind of life, and this activity implies a rational principle, and the function of a good man is the good and noble performance of these, and if any action is well performed it is performed in accord with the appropriate excellence: if this is the case, then happiness turns out to be an activity of the soul in accordance with virtue. (Nicomachean Ethics, 1098a13)

Am I a good judge of other people’s happiness? That depends. I don’t know if I’m truly happy myself. My self-absorption clouds my judgment, I can’t look past my inner demons to realize others are facing predicaments that question the nature of their existence. This is tough. I am more inclined in seeing the sadness in people. Since I am a loner and often have depressive states, seeing people on a level of my own makes me feel better because I know they have something in common with me: this insurmountable wall that I cannot seem to get over. But I feel safer on the other side anyway because I don’t have to face my struggles with human interaction and emotion. Stepping out into the light bothers me. I feel better being isolated and not having to win the acceptance of someone else because when I fail at that I often become even more depressed.

I close my eyes for a while, trying to think of a time when I knew someone was happy. For some reason, my late grandmother comes to mind. I am standing by her bedside, seeing her lying there, pale and cold as ever, holding on to her last few breaths of life. She has lost all focus of the world and her words and actions are not entirely hers, coming about from the Alzheimer’s that has progressed ruthlessly. I can tell she is happy and content inside, even if it isn’t readily apparent, because very soon she will be going to a better place, away from the agony and suffering that has been cast upon her. This is not like her. She has always been a strong woman, always alert and on her feet. I hate to see her struggle like this, acting like a totally different person and scaring me. I can tell she doesn’t want to go through with this sickness any longer, wants to rest in peace, be in a state of happiness. A deep depression washes over me. My mind is numb as ice. I can’t quite decipher any emotions for this experience. I guess I just realize dying is the natural part of life and learn to get over it. Grieving is painful. I don’t know how to deal with it. I’m trapped in my mind. Nothing can get out. It is a dark void. There is no where to go but straight. Behind me is just the shadows of despair. The road is foggy up ahead. I am so young, unable to take the burden of this loss.

I’m tired. I can’t go on any longer.

 In Response to the Daily Prompt: Happy Radars