Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion
Dark, rich, smooth, chocolate. Her instructions were to get the best. Which one she chose, would be the deciding factor in whether she got the job.
Those of us who love chocolate, know there are multiple ways to really enjoy it. What job do you think she is applying for?
You need to make a major change in your life. Do you make it all at once, cold turkey style, or incrementally?
I don’t eat meat, but I do know cold turkey, that’s me. The idea for this post said freedom, loud and clear. To me, making a major change means being free of something that was holding me back.
Now that I am older and wiser, hehe.. I will think about things before jumping the gun, but I will defiantly bolt and run free. Nothing incremental about the way I do things. My personality just doesn’t allow me to do that.
Ready, set, GO!
Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post.
“Flangiprop”- a device used to prop something open, as in, ” she used the flangiprop to prop open the trap door so it wouldn’t fall on her head”
When I was growing up on the farm, we had multiple old buildings we used to keep junk in. There never seemed to be enough room, and dad just kept buying the old shacks to fill with treasures.
Many of the doors on these buildings were less than adequate, the latches would be broken, the hinges in rough shape.
Doors that would not close became a nuisance for my dad, he didn’t have time to fix them , nor did he really care if a few mice ran in to keep warm. When I was quite young I remember him trying to close a door on one of the older buildings, the latch was broken and he was becoming irritated. He looked around and grabbed an old broom handle laying in the grass near by, pushed one end against the door and the other into the ground.
Like magic the door stayed closed.
Now, you have to understand my dad. He talked to the farm animals, and he also invented names for objects. When I asked him what the thing was against the door, he waved his arm in the air and said, ” it’s a flangiprop”…….. and to this day, on the farm where my mom still lives, there are many fangiprops holding doors closed.
Clearly, this one is too late to be rescued by a broom handle.
Have a great day everyone!
Remember yesterday, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?
Here we go again. I was a step ahead of WP yesterday, so I’m going to take a hard left turn and make a list of things I wouldn’t take, even though I might be thinking about them as my hair is smoking.
- I wouldn’t take my camera, ( can’t believe I just said that ), I could buy another one with the insurance money.
- The giant bag of cookie cutters would have to fry, I have been collecting them for years, I think there is about 100.
- The messy book-case, with books, it would block my escape route down the stairwell.
- All of my clothes would stay. I’m pretty sure a fashionista would try to grab some choice pieces, but I don’t have to worry about that…. what a relief.
5. I wouldn’t have time to take my DVD collection, that will suck having to leave behind “The Great Pumpkin” and “Forrest Gump”.
6. My Granny’s old mixer would have to stay, I would hate having to leave it behind. Maybe I could find a way to stuff it into my go bag. By this time I’m pretty sure it can no longer be considered a go bag, at this point it is more like a stop go, stop go bag, since it so heavy I am dragging it down the stairs.
And just for the record? I wouldn’t be wearing a dress.
Have a great day everyone, as you flee the day!
Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.
What I see is so boring and static I will have to stretch this a little, so people don’t yawn while reading my post. The nearest window is the patio doors, we are on the second floor. My view is the side of the building next to us, BORING…..but….
On the patio Beanie is out for his morning stretch, he is running back and forth like a crazy person. Very entertaining really, especially at 5:30 am, when the woman below us is probably still sleeping. :0)
He races at cat speed of light, bouncing off anything in his path, stopping on the old couch long enough to dig his claws in, then off again….”I’m free, I’m free! His ears go back, a wild look in his eye, all this in a split second, then running again.
I love watching him like this, freedom in the cat world.
Now it’s time for a nap.
Write your own eulogy.
94,” told you I would make it”.
Hi everyone it’s me Molly.
I was having fun this morning until mom caught me.
I am so embarrassed, she said I have to wear this sign to show people how gross I am.
Beanie laughed at me, so when mom wasn’t looking I had fun playing with his ears.
He’s such a dork, he slept through the whole thing.