Don’t Laugh at Me


Music has influenced my life many times over the years. It has A way to lift you up or drown you in sorrow. It is so powerful, inspiring, and thought-provoking. Poetry set to music. What could be more perfect? “Don’t Laugh at Me” is a song written by Allen Shamblin and Steve Seskin, and recorded by American country music artist Mark Wills. It was released in July 1998 as the second single from the album “Wish You Were Here”. Although this song has been around for 20 years, when I heard it a week or so ago, it brought me to tears. “In God’s eyes we’re all the same. Someday we’ll all have perfect wings.” See below. I hope you enjoy.

I’m a little boy with glasses
The one they call the geek
A little girl who never smiles
‘Cause I’ve got braces on my teeth
And I know how it feels
To cry myself to sleep

I’m that kid on every playground
Who’s always chosen last
A single teenage mother
Tryin’ to overcome my past
You don’t have to be my friend
But is it too much to ask

Don’t laugh at me
Don’t call me names
Don’t get your pleasure from my pain
In God’s eyes we’re all the same
Someday we’ll all have perfect wings
Don’t laugh at me

I’m the cripple on the corner
You’ve passed me on the street
And I wouldn’t be out here beggin’
If I had enough to eat
And don’t think I don’t notice
That our eyes never meet

I lost my wife and little boy when
Someone crossed that yellow line
The day we laid them in the ground
Is the day I lost my mind
And right now I’m down to holdin’
This little cardboard sign, so

Don’t laugh at me
Don’t call me names
Don’t get your pleasure from my pain
In God’s eyes we’re all the same
Someday we’ll all have perfect wings
Don’t laugh at me

I’m fat, I’m thin, I’m short, I’m tall
I’m deaf, I’m blind, hey, aren’t we all

Don’t laugh at me
Don’t call me names
Don’t get your pleasure from my pain
In God’s eyes we’re all the same
Someday we’ll all have perfect wings
Don’t laugh at me

Kids Help Phone Line


I was going to save this for my Friday Good New Challenge, but I feel that it’s just too important to hold the information.

So many children are struggling today.  Bullying, drugs, peer pressure, mass shootings, and on and on.  There IS a place for kids to turn.  They can be completely anonymous if they want to.

There is a Website called Kids Help Phone.  Kids can call, chat or text with someone.  If they just need someone to talk to, maybe they are struggling with a situation with a friend, a boyfriend, a situation at school, abuse at home, whatever the case may be.  They can call

1-800-668-6868  or they can text 686868 to text someone.  There is also a live chat app that you can find out about on their website.

Their situation doesn’t have to be life-threatening, (suicide, abuse) sometimes we all just need someone to talk to.  Just MAKE THE INFORMATION AVAILABLE.  You don’t have to lecture.  The kids will take it from there if they have access to it.

Check out this important resource HERE, today.

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

Bullying As Seen On TV: Criminal Minds Part 3


Please take a moment to read this thought provoking piece by Michael over at Peaceful Rampage. This is one that will make you think twice about the seriousness of Bullying in our society. Well worth the read!

Peaceful Rampage

Some of the team from Criminal Minds

Not long in the past, I wrote a series of posts about bullying and school shootings as portrayed on television. Two of those posts were inspired by episodes of the hit American TV series, “Criminal Minds.” It was always my intention to write a third post from that series as the season of “Criminal Minds” that has just ended had a very good episode involving bullying. However, I had to wait for it to become available on Sky Box Set and recently it has. So, now I’m going to write about it, way hey!

In the most recent episode about bullying, the Criminal Minds team, officially called the BAU, get a case about a family who was murdered except for the teenage girl. At first, the team think it’s some kind of organized crime hit or a killing by a jilted love because…

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OutCast


I’ve been scouring WordPress looking for writing inspiration.  Jessica Bakkers had just the inspiration I needed.   She did a post about Outcast Bloggers; those of us that do not have thousands of followers.  I certainly fit into that category.  You can find Jessica’s post and blog here:

https://jessicabakkers.com/2017/04/13/the-outcasts-bloghouse-no-cool-kids-allowed/

When I was a kid, I was very much an Outcast.  I can remember being teased for my hand-me-down clothes.  I never wore anything that was “cool”.  I never bought my lunch.  I carried my lunch to school in a brown paper sack.

I hung out with the other Outcasts.  We were the ones that smoked out behind the school.  We would gather; our heads together, speaking in hushed voices.

We clung to each other, each of us seeking acceptance.  We found that acceptance in the eyes of the other Weirdos, Nerds and Losers.

It was hard to fit in back then.

The kids today, have it even harder than I did.  In today’s world, with the designer labels, social media and the electronics, it’s harder than ever to keep up.  I wouldn’t have stood a chance!

So to all you Outcasts out there, you are always welcome at PennyLaneThoughts!

What’s In A Name?


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Here a Penny, there a Penny…..

I was born with the name of Penny Nichols.  Not an easy name to live up to.  When I was in my teens and 20’s, I went by “Six Cents”.

The name Penny (NOT Penelope) was hard enough.  I heard all the usual taunts as a kid.  Henny Penny, Bad Penny.  My brothers bastardized the name Penelope and called me that, making the “o” long and the last “e” silent.  I hated it.  Then there was that stupid cartoon on when I was a kid called “Penelope PitStop”.  Kids called me that sometimes too.

Then there are those that try to be cute.  “A Penny for your thoughts!”  or “Penny’s from heaven!”

I always wanted to be called something pretty; something exotic.  I tried for a long time to get my childhood friends to call me Eva.  But it didn’t stick.

I had enough things to deal with as a kid.  I had a big chip out of one of my front teeth, which caused me to look like I had a huge gap there.  I had (have) crazy curly/frizzy hair that I could never control.  My mom was a single mother for most of my childhood.  So money was hard to come by.  I wore hand me down clothes (with 3 brothers!) or 2nd hand clothes.  They were clean, but never new.

I never got to BUY my lunch, like the cool kids did.  I took my lunch in a brown paper sack.

I found out as an adult how I got the name Penny.  I always thought it was because my fathers’ name was Nichols, I was his “little Penny”.  Apparently I was very small, only about 4 lbs. when I was born.

I got the name Penny because my 2 older brothers thought it would be great fun to have a sister named Penny Nichols.

Thanks guys….

Needless to say, I hated my name growing up.

I did meet one other Penny Nichols when I was a kid.  I was in the 3rd grade.  Her name was really Penelope and her last name was spelled differently.  BUT she was a Penny Nichols!

I occasionally look up the meaning of my name.  Most of the time I can’t find it.  What I usually find is Penelope.  But I am not a Penelope, I am a Penny!

A few of the meanings I have found are “Web over her face”.  What the… ?  Or “bobbin”.   Uh…ok.  Or “a coin”.  Duh!

The name Penelope has meanings like “weaver” and “dream weaver”.   Which makes more sense than bobbin!!

My mother wanted to name me Rose Marie.  There was a popular song at the time by the same name.  But my dear brothers would have none of it!

Now as an adult, I like my name.  It’s different.  You don’t hear it all the time.  My last name has changed, so I am no longer Nichols.  I can’t imagine being called anything other than Penny now.  I have a few friends that have shortened my name to Pen, as a nick name and that’s ok.

I have grown into my name over the years.  It’s who I am.

Now, my last name…. Wait.  That may be too much for you to handle in one sitting.  I think I will leave that for another time.