Monthly Archives: February 2013

Daily Prompt: First Light


Remember when you wrote down the first thought you had this morning? Great. Now write a post about it.

Food is always the first thing that pops into my head, because I’m starving hungry by the time I wake up. I’m usually awake by about 4:30ish, gross I know. If I stay in bed I get a headache, so I roll out and stumble to the kitchen. Molly and Beanie are always tagging along, thinking they are first in line at the feed trough, and of course they are.

While munching on my oatmeal I’m thinking about gardening. We live in a condo so our options are a bit limited. Window space is at a premium, so I’ve been thinking outside the box and hashing over ideas. Time to scrounge through the thrift store and look for alternative plant containers.

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Most of these are outside ideas, but they are worth a second look!

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Time For Celebration



A big thank you to those of you who have taken the time to cruise through my blog and follow along, I really appreciate it.

I love cats and silly humor, I hope this gives you a chuckle. :0)

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Daily Prompt: Seconds! Of Chocolate


Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten, in glorious detail. 


Do birthday cakes count? Hubby had his last Saturday and I made the most delicious chocolate cake. Not just any ordinary cake, but a chocolate mayonnaise cake. Have I said the word cake enough? :0) If you are a chocolate fan and have not tried the mayonnaise version, you really must.

Use really good quality, extra dark cocoa, and an extra splash of pure vanilla. When I finished mixing the batter, and filled the pans, I didn’t want to take the time to scrape off the beaters, and of course I couldn’t waste it.

One finger lick…two finger licks….and on it went. I limit the amount of sugar I intake, it’s just something I do, so don’t normally lick beaters and bowls. The batter looked so tasty, and smelled so good I couldn’t help myself. By the time I had finished the two beaters and large white bowl I think my eyes were closed, because it was oh so satisfying. The batter swirled inside my mouth and slid down my throat…hmm…lol

I really don’t remember the last time I had a cake that tasted so good, and of course the icing was sensational as well.

We had gone out for a nice dinner, then had rushed home so we could have birthday cake, because we both knew how incredible it would be. What can I say, it was an amazing meal, because we all know that chocolate really is in a food group all on its own.

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Daily Prompt: Undo A Soft Brain


If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Discuss why, potential repercussions, or a possible alternative.

Reality shows on TV

As a whole, I think human beings have become lazy when it comes to watching TV, they do want to think, or wondering about things. Their brains have become content with mediocre content, and images that convey, greed, over indulgence, and depression, oh, and lets also not forget stupidity.

It’s like people have forgotten why they have a brain, and are too lazy to use it. The godfathers in TV land are producing more and more shows each year that drain our brains of the right to think. Television has the power to teach us, motivate us, and yes, entertain us. I’m not sure what entertainment has to do with watching people sift through fifty years of junk, or following along with a wealthy heiress as she buys toilet paper, sort of thing. Or watching struggling individuals, throw their life down the toilet as they overdose, yet again. That’s entertainment? Really?

We axed our cable some times ago, for this very reason. There is just not enough content worth watching for us fatten the pockets of large corporations.

Possible repercussions?



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Daily Prompt: Far From Normal- Far, Far Away


Many of us think of our lives as boringly normal, while others live the high life. Take a step back, and take a look at your life as an outsider might. Now, tell us at least six unique, exciting, or just plain odd things about yourself.

Now this is more like it, getting down to the nitty-gritty of what makes us tick.

Over the years I have become quite good at laughing at myself. Not just a little chuckle now and then, but all out belly laughter. Not sure what belly laughing is? It’s when you laugh so hard, the tears roll down your face and the maschera staining your checks makes it look like you pulled an all-nighter at the Bad-Girl Bar And Grill

I started blogging about a month and a half ago, and have posted odd things about myself from time to time. It shouldn’t be too hard for me to reach into the archive and pull out six.. or more.

The older I get, the more of a ham I become in front of the camera. I have bags under my eyes, wrinkles deep enough to have putty on stand-by, and some mornings when I look in the mirror I say… “hmm.. so, it’s bride of Frankenstein is it?” so, there really isn’t anything I have to hide.

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Ok, that gets us started, :0)

I haven’t thought of my life as “normal’, for a very long time. Being like everyone else scares the hell out of me.

  • I’d like to visit a real haunted house some day, my kids would probably come along, or at least my daughter. She and I are really into that. We both figure we’d pee our pants but it would be worth it, lol this is defiantly the place I’d like to go.
  • I’m a huge Halloween buff. One year when my kids were little, I grew, and carved seventeen pumpkins.
  • When I wear socks, I rarely wear ones that match. I can’t be bothered putting them together in pairs when I do laundry. The organizing gals on YouTube would have their hands full with me.
  • I love popcorn, a movie isn’t a movie without it.
  • I’ve already mentioned a couple of times I drink coffee in the shower, I also eat toast, apples…or anything else.
  • I adore shopping in thrift stores, it makes me feel like I’m walking into a treasure trove!

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    This is one of the coolest things I’ve found. A tiny covered wagon, the wheels move, and other parts as well. It’s a lamp!

  • When I was a kid, maybe eleven or twelve, I baked my older sister a seven layer cake. Have no idea why, it just seemed like a cool thing to do.
  • I tend to be very sentimental, I keep very scrap of art work my kids have ever made, and my mom keeps everything I made. Weird how that goes. Ok, to be honest, I’m a pack-rat. So far today I haven’t tripped over anything, lol

I suppose that’s enough… for now.


About A Friendship


For My Friend Shirley

I have never been the type of person to use the word friend to the extreme. We’ve all known people like that; they invite you over for a small party, saying, ” We’re only inviting a few friends, come on, it’ll be fun.”  When we get there the room is full to capacity, and there are about fifty swaggering people wandering around. Friends…really? I guess some people like that but it’s just not my style. All of this is going somewhere, so be patient, :0), there is always purpose to my writing.

Today when I was running errands I ran into one of my dearest friends. Years ago when  I started working at the store, we met by chance and just seemed to meld together. She would always take the time to say hi each time she shopped, and I would always break the rules and yak a little too long.

Over the years she has listened to when I’m happy and given me a shoulder to lean on when I’m upset. Above all she has always been there for me, and each time we run into each other it’s like no time has passed at all. We laugh and hug, and take time to catch up on each others life, whatever direction it may have taken. She tells me she is proud of me for finally quitting, and is amazed at what a talented person I am.

I love her to bits, this friend of mine. We don’t see much of each other these days. I quite working at the store, and Shirley just doesn’t feel the need to shop as much. On the days when I see her, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, like the clouds have parted and the sun is shinning through just for me. I asked her today how old she is, and with a smile she said, “I’m seventy-eight”, my mouth dropped open in surprise. “Holly shit” I replied, We laughed. She honestly doesn’t look a day over seventy, as I told her so.

We talked and laughed, said goodbye, then started talking and laughing all over again.

Those of you reading this may not know her, but my wish for you, is to have someone in your life who makes you feel like this. I ran across this video, and it just spoke to me. It’s not necessarily about friendship, but it’s about older women and how unique they are, no matter where in the world they may be.

Daily Prompt: The Clock


Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, use the sentence, “I heard the card door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”




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When I was still quite young, I learned the importance of always being on time. My mother was like this, so I suspect that’s where I get it from. This can be good and bad, because those of us who are punctual get rather annoyed at the people who think it’s no big deal.

My first date happened when I was about thirteen, my exact memory is rather foggy, I was a teenager with hormones running like a steam engine. One of the boys who rode the school bus with me asked me out one day, and rather abruptly I might add. “Do you want to go to a show one night?” He was a few years older than me, and at that age it seemed like a big deal. He was in high school! Whoa….

He was kind of a weird guy, but of course I agreed, being awkwardly shy at that age I really didn’t know what else to say. “Sure, ok.” Wow, intelligent response. Saturday night rolled around, I had been ready for hours. I kept pacing up and down the hallway, trying to look natural. My mother must have been a nervous wreck. I casually walked into the kitchen and looked out the window, for the tenth time.  I sat down at the table, and flipped through a magazine…tick tock, tick tock. I heard the card door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. 

He was quite late, and the date turned out to be a disaster. When we got to the movie theatre, we rushed walking to the door. He didn’t want to hold my hand so tugged on my arm to hurry me along, even though he was the one who was late, lol. What a doorknob; needless to say there wasn’t a followup evening out.