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 One writer's journey |
 She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.  My Dreams... to write of romance and endless love to love without boundaries to learn from past mistakes to laugh with all my heart to be the woman I am meant to be  TODAY... I will reach for the stars Will not give up Will give all that I have Dare to dream the impossible dream For anything in this life is possible    <---I am blown away by this    |
| Prompt: So...uhhh, what do you do during awkward silences? There's an awkward silence?  No! You know that person that is constantly chattering on and chimes in with their two cents? The one you wish would just shut up? The one that can get annoying with too many questions, or feigned interest. You know where this is going right? It's me. It's me!  It's true. I'm the chatterbox. The blunt one who can make the awkward silence happen by putting you on the spot, and then abruptly change the subject so fast you get whiplash. It's a gift. What can I say?I'm the one my family comes to to get answers out of others. If they can't ask themselves, they get me to do it because they know I have no problems being blunt, or digging into your personal life. Oh, and I do it with a smile. I mean, who can resist a sweet smile? Me: When are you going to get a job? Or do you like being a lazy ass? Uncle:  Me: Hey did you hear that there's a new 24 coming out? *snicker* Update! I'm adding this because it is so damn funny to me. After I posted, got offline and started getting ready for work, who should text me??? The uncle! I was thinking his ears must be burning, but not wanting to deal with his wrath I decided not to mention he made my blog entry today. Just need to keep our text messages for posterity Uncle: Excuse me miss, have you any cans on this fine day. Me: Lmao. Yes, sir. There are quite a few prospects in the garage. Would you like me to drop them off on my way to work? Uncle: That would be very nice. I look forward to hearing from you. Might that be about 10ish? Me: Yes. I'll text you when I'm on my way Uncle. Very good. Ta ta Though now I'm wondering who that person was texting me and what they did with my uncle!
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"30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS"  by Fivesixer  Prompt: You're starving. You've only got $3 and some loose change on you. It's gonna be at least eight hours before you're home or with anyone who can spot you some extra cash. The only place around is a gas station convenience store. What is your go-to food/drink option? Be prepared to defend your choice...you're all a talented bunch of bloggers and I expect to see lots of questions and debates in the comments! Well isn't this prompt a pita! I was just standing in CVS with Mona and was shocked to see a damn candy bar was $1.25. You can tell how often I buy them. And the cashier and I were talking about how we could buy four for that much back in the day, or all the penny candy we'd get that would last. Looks like with this prompt I'm pretty much screwed, but here I am, ready to delve into the possibilities of gas station grub.Top of the list is always coffee. This Michigan girl will kill for it, and die if she doesn't get it. Which is probably half of my funds right there. Water would be a good choice, but let's face it, it's not going to warm me up with the weather here is it? And with that coffee I'd need something sweet, like a chocolate chip muffin. They are so big now that it would be easy to cut it into fours and and spread it out through the day. Sounds good to me! |
"30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" by Fivesixer This funky prompt is going for a 1000gps if you dare play. There are 3 random sentences on creation Saturday and it's your blog create whatever comes to mind but each line must be used and a link or at least the title to a song in your post. 1.The memory we used to share is no longer coherent. 2.Let's all be unique together until we realize we are all the same. ( provide us with a song of your choosing) 3. A song can make or ruin a person’s day if they let it get to them. The memory we used to share is no longer coherent, because everyone's memory is different. Some of us have a photographic memory and remember even the tiniest of details. I have a good memory, but shared events with family and friends always seem different for each of us. I think emotions change the way we see things from our past. Not to mention the way each of us observes things going on around us. Add time into the mix, the way you felt then and now, and that memory is destined to be a little different. Jaded perhaps. Fond. I'll take the warm and fuzzies myself if possible.  Let's all be unique together until we realize we are all the same. I admit I like being unique, different from everyone else. But if I were to strip it down, no fancy clothing, no hair, no makeup, no body - right down to our souls. Then we would all be the same. All of us made by the same Creator. Ah, but even then I would have to disagree and say we are all unique, even at our core, at the soul level. We experience things differently, which in turns shapes us, and I believe it's meant to be that way. We are meant to feel and think, to analyze and find the things that ring true to us, heart and soul. Besides, if we are all the same I would find that rather boring. Can you imagine what kind of world that would be? All of us the same mindset--what an effin nightmare! A song can make or ruin a person’s day if they let it get to them. This rings so true for me. I live for music, old and new, and am constantly finding songs that speak to me. This morning I actually have this song on a loop in my head, so I'm going to use it. It reminds me of someone that I lost, and of the belief that one day we will see each other again. This is one of those songs that makes me happy on good days, and sad on bad days. Today I suppose it's a little bit of both. Bittersweet is definitely the word I'd use for it. Now I'm off to listen to the song so maybe the loop that's in my head will quiet. That's the hope anyway. |
| "30-Day Bloggers Group" by Fivesixer Prompt: Tell us a little bit about your WDC handle/username. Is there a story behind it? Are you personally named after someone, family or otherwise? I imagine my username is quiet obvious. I'm a purple fanatic. Anyone who knows me is well aware of that fact. Purple rules my world. I've always been drawn to the color. My bedroom is mostly purple. The walls, comforter, rugs--all purple. My everyday purse is purple, and I'd say about 60% of my clothing is purple as well. I've had purple cellphones and laptops. And I love purple with bling. I really don't see myself as a Princess, but I probably do things that others would think of as being Princess like. Here's a tidbit I bet a lot of you don't know. I've been here almost ten years now, and I didn't always have this handle. About six years ago I gave it up.  . I wanted a change, to escape some bad drama I was caught up in on site. So I paid the gp's and changed my name to Amethyst. Still purple, and it was sweet that my WdC friends started calling me Ame for short, but I missed Purpleprincess. I even have the sigs to prove it!   Luckily for me, when I emailed SM, he told me someone actually signed up on site and wanted that username, but they never logged on to make the account active. So I got my name back! I guess at heart, I'm a Purpleprincess. What can I say? And then there's my real name, Theresa, though everyone calls T, even my mother. Not always, but it's the nickname that sticks, and I do kinda like being called T. I don't believe I was named after anyone specific. That story seems to change depending on who you ask. |
Prompt: Check out "The Quills" by Jeff  , and then take a quick look at the list of items nominated so far (the cutoff for noms was 1/31/17, and the list hasn't been completely updated yet) here: "Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor . Pick one of the items nominated for a 2016 Quill, and review it. Post your review in your blog using the Invalid Review  tag, tell us what drew you to that particular piece in the first place, and if you have any previous Quills ceremony experiences please share them with us (and if you don't, based on the links in this prompt, give us your idea of what you think the WDC Quill Awards experience is like from an outsider's perspective)."Prince Musical Writing Challenge Contest" by Princess Megan Rose  Review of "Prince Musical Writing Challenge Contest" I chose the Prince Music Challenge because it was something I participated in during WdC's big birthday bash. First, I love Prince and his music. He totally shaped my teen years. I was shocked by his sudden death, and knew that there wouldn't be anyone quite like him again in my lifetime. He was pure raw talent, and that is so hard to come by. I had the pleasure of seeing him in concert and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever witnessed. If you had the chance to see him live, you know exactly what I'm talking about. I thought participating in the challenge was going to be really easy. I mean, how hard could it be right? Pick 16 or your favorite Prince songs and use a few lines of lyrics to write a story, or poem around. I came up with list right away. But as the challenge kicked off, I soon realized it wasn't as easy as I thought. So then I started making changes to the songs I was going to be working with. It pulled me out of my comfort zone. I don't write a lot of poetry, but suddenly it was something I felt the pull to do with regards to the songs I'd chosen. It took me almost all 30 days to complete the 16 writing assignments, and in the end, I was better for the challenge. I spent that month downloading songs by Prince I'd hadn't heard before, and I got to enjoy the songs from my past that spoke to me. It was also great to read what the other participants came up with as well. It's always a good thing to stretch yourself and find out what your capable of. Princess Megan Rose puts her heart into her activities on WdC. The nomination is well deserved. I love contests on our little home away from home. And this one was well run by Megan, and she wasted no time giving out prizes and reviewing the entries that came in. If she has another challenge, I would highly recommend participating in it. As for the Quills, I've seen in on site before, but this is the first year I've ever been nominated. It is quite the honor. No one in my personal life really gets that, but to me it's amazing. We work so hard throughout the year to produce solid writing, and look to our peers to help us become better writers with their insights and observations. Writing something that speaks to someone else is a goal I strive for. To know that I've touched someone with my stories is an achievement itself, but knowing now that I have a few items going head-to-head with others that admire on the site is crazy. I don't think I have wrapped my brain around it completely yet. Nominations have closed and now comes the hard part. I don't envy the judges that will spend time reading all of the fantastic work that we have written this past year, but I'm excited. It's hard not to be. To all of the other nominees, Congratulations. I'll be rooting for all of you.  |
I need this rant. So brace yourselves!
Prompt: Tell us about something/someone that fucked you off this week. It's not a secret that I'm not a fan of Donald Trump. And I have tried to gain some perspective for where the man is coming from, but with his latest executive order I find myself depressed, scared, and thoroughly fucking pissed off. In one week he has managed to make me wonder what the hell has happened to the belief system I grew up with when it comes to my country. Social media has become a shit fest with the most outrageous things I've ever heard in my life being repeated as if they are actual facts. It makes me ashamed to be an American. My daughter-in-law is here, waiting for her status to change to Permanent Resident, and I honestly pray that she doesn't see the news. 7 countries are on the executive order, and not one person from those countries has committed ANY terrorist activity in thee US. Don't believe me? Too fucking bad. Look it up. This morning as I sat watching that joke Preibus on Meet the Press I was outraged to hear that the man doesn't even know what the hell he is talking about. Why I'm surprised I honestly don't know anymore. If anyone saw him this morning you'd know that it's clear he was talking out of his ass. He claims this Immigrant ban doesn't include Green Card/Permanent Residency status, and then turned around and said it does. So helpful for all the people flying back home to the States who were detained. Homeland Security has no fucking clue what's going on. Preibus certainly is clueless. And Trump is such a loose cannon God only know what that man is capable of. Preibus said that other countries may be added to that list. I'm sitting here praying that my husband's birth country doesn't make that fucking racist list. Let's be clear. That list is racist. It is a ban on a religion. It is disgusting. I stupidly watched video feed from Facebook that showed protesters at airports across America. What shocked me the most was all the morons commenting. They actually think this has something to do with building the wall to Mexico.   Seriously? Why are you on social media opening your big dumb ass mouth if you don't have a clue what the hell you're talking about? The protests weren't about that fucking wall. Don't even get me started on that eyesore that will grace our border. Then the news hit from my local channel at Detroit Metro Airport. I sat watching, knowing I shouldn't, yet there I was helpless to shut it off as some asshole says that my city should be bombed. Oh we are known as Little Lebanon. Forget that it's not just Lebanese here in my city, we've always been a diverse city and you can thank Henry Ford for that. The boom to car manufacturing had people all over the world flocking to Dearborn. We had the jobs. Have GM, Ford and Chrysler with big plants that were constantly hiring. I've lived next door to Italians, Polish, Lebanese, American, Mexican, Irish, African Americans, etc. The list goes on and on. You want diverse? I live it daily and I am glad that I've had that opportunity to meet people with different backgrounds. So shit head while you are threatening my community and believing that my city is filled with terrorists, why don't you take your stupidity and shove it straight up your ass? Maybe, just maybe it will help you grow a brain. I don't think it's funny to suggest immigrants should be sent back. Unless you are Native American we are all immigrants here. But of course, that argument that our country was built upon is being twisted and torn to shreds. Apparently that no longer matters. Hatred matters. Fear matters. Twisting the truth matters. Having some dumb ass five year old who is on a constant temper tantrum and cannot control one fucking word that comes out of his mouth matters. For God's sake, he still jumps on Twitter as if he has nothing better to do. For the record, being a sore winner is a million times worse than being a sore loser. If I'd have known that being President meant having an abundance of play time I would've ran for office damn self. Mr. Trump, if you have any brain cells left, I implore you to pick up a fucking book. Learn something. American history would be good for starters. Hell, even a thesaurus would be something useful to you since you constantly repeat the same words for anything and everything you do. It's going very, very well. NOT. It's going to be beautiful. NOT. It's going to the best thing anyone has every seen. NOT. I watched Bill Maher Friday night. At first I thought, damn he's right, stroking that idiots ego just might make things better. But then giving that some serious thought I realize that it will only make things worse. As if we need things to get worse. For all of you that have marched, kept your cool, stood up for America's core values, I applaud you. For those of you that still cannot see how damaging this will be for our country for decades to come, I pray for you. And for those of you just as lost as I am, I feel your depression and heartache. Social media is now a place I cannot go to read the latest Irish quote, or to catch up with friends, or to just scroll through for amusement when I'm bored. I want the days of eloquence back when it comes to the ruler of the Free World. I'll be waiting for the Impeachment hearings to begin, or to see how quickly his fucking mouth throws us into another unnecessary war. I see no other options at this point. It's all down hill from here I'm afraid. So fuck it. I choose not to support him. I choose to stand up for my values and those of my family. I choose to fight for my daughter-in-laws rights if Lebanon should become the next country on the list. And for the record. We spent 3 damn days filling out form after form just to submit her marriage license. The only thing the Dept of Homeland Security didn't need to know was the last time she took a shit. You think it's easy to come to this country legally, think again. We've jumped through every damn hoop, and will continue to do so. But at the rate things are spiraling right now, I don't think even my husband's legit citizenship will keep us safe. Oh, and I have dual citizenship as well. Bet that will come into play as well. Being the terrorist that I am and all. |
| First things first. I'm Baaaaaaacccccccckkkkkkkk. Okay, we are still getting settled here and learning how to live with one another, so I'm not here as much as I'd like to be. Plus, I've been binge watching a series and am so close to the finale I can almost taste it. By Tuesday that should wind up and then it will be life as usual, with the exception of... I HAVE A DAUGHTER-IN-LAW! And she helps around the house, and we are reorganizing everything, and it's WONDERFUL!!!!Prompt: Who really needs to be knocked off their pedestal or put in their place? "JAFBG" by Stik to My Own Beat  I've had so many wonderful things to rant about this past month and a half, but no time. There's the pity. Cause you know when I get my bitch on, it will usually be colorful and give you a good and one good . At least that is my mission with every entry.The who will be painfully obvious because between that pompous mouth, twitter, and Dear God what is that animal that doubles for hair on his head. I mean come on, Donald, we all know you paid for that thing, but since the truth is actually foreign to you [possibly because you are totally out of touch with reality] we all accept that it will never happen. Let's be honest here, honesty was never your strong suit. Why just look what all that blabbering blather got you in the first place. The White House. I'm still trying to wrap my brain around that. I am so damn sick of hearing the phrase "Give him a chance." Why should I? What has HE done to make me want to? Oh I know this could become a long laundry list, but let's look back shall we??? Dirty Deeds [I know, I know, AC/DC is probably in your head now. I like to share my musical looping btw]  ~Draining the Swamp ~ Now you should know that this lovely little catch phrase would come back to bite him in the ass, because let's face it, that jag off has paraded around every nasty billionaire, Republican, and retired General he could get his claws into. He's drained nothing, nor will he. And if he thinks he's going to somehow end corruption with his pick of cabinet members and transition team, then it's absolutely possible he is seriously living in an alternate reality. It is seriously disturbing to me that most of these people are either racist, have sued the government, are destroying the environment, or are just simply an outright asshole on all levels. ~Tweeting~ I have a twitter account. I thought it would take me places once my book was published. Let's just say I got bored of the whole thing in about a week. I'm 47, soon will be 48. How old is Chump again? 70?? And how does he spend his time? Oh yes, tweeting like a 5 year old having a melt down. I mean seriously, isn't he supposed to be a busy man? I don't see how since he lives for this shit. Are we really supposed to believe that this man who is a billionaire and is going to be running our country has nothing better to do than berate everyone who disagrees with him? For Fuck's sake, he still hasn't released his tax returns, and that should speak volumes. ~Russia~ Oh yes, this enemy of the US for decades is suddenly going to become our ally. I beg of you to watch last nights SNL opening skit with Putin. Two words....SPOT ON! You can bitch all you want about Iran, but Russia's just as bad, if not worse. How many spies have lived and worked here sending information back? Countless. It's not a damn secret here people. They have no qualms whatsoever attacking whoever, whenever. Yes, we should really buddy up to this country that has proven time and time again they cannot be trusted. ~Make America Great Again~ I have so many fucking issues with this one. Yo, asshole, if you cannot see that America has ALWAYS been GREAT, than I honestly don't know what to tell ya. I mean did you not get rich off of America? If memory serves you didn't rush off to another country to make your money. Nope, you did it right here in the good old US of A, before branching out. I guess America was just a withering piece of shit you took of advantage of then. ~Law Suit~ Did you know that he's pushing to get this little dirt spot pushed aside because he's "too busy" to deal with it. I mean come on, with all that time consuming tweeting it's no fucking wonder. ~Ass Kissing~ Oh yes there is lots of this going on. He's making a habit out of ripping people to shreds, then using his second face to suck up to the very people he's blasted. He said so many nasty things about Obama, but that first meeting was filled with so much ass kissing and sucking up I literally had to rush off to find my puke bucket! I could just go on and on here, but I'm not going to. It just serves to piss me off a little bit more. So Trump expects my support and and open mind. Hate to break it to you but that's a two way street. His mind his completely closed. There is no talking to him. Every time he opens his mouth I cringe because not once has he said anything positive I can get behind. He'd rather continue attacking everyone and wasting my time. The ONLY time anything positive comes out of its mouth is when he's propping himself up. "It's going to be beautiful. I have the best singers, really." This guy could seriously use a Thesaurus. And I'll tell you why. If you take a look back the words he uses constantly are....really, very, beautiful, oh but you know he doesn't just use them once, nope, he uses them twice. Together! I mean, folks, it's going to be really, really beautiful. I have the best insert word here. Trust me.  Sigh, this blog entry could really use more bitching, swearing, and color. But it's too early in the morning to start my Sunday off with more annoying things. I'll save that for my next blog. Oh, I've got a few beauties in mind. So much to bitch about, so little time.  |
| Let the games begin! Thank you for the lovely cnote, Secret Santa. You made my night. Me likey purple lots n lots n lots |
| And now for...another rip roaring edition of: Prompt: Tell us about something or someone that is frustrating you. How does EVERYTHING sound? Pretty damn good to me! It's major crunch time. I will be on a plane in exactly one week, heading overseas for my son's wedding and I feel like nothing I wanted to get done before leaving is actually finished. We have such a tendency to get things about 90% done, and then stop there. This always pisses me off. For instance. We updated the kitchen in October 2010 and the damn molding is still scattered between the small bathroom and the garage. So we undertook the main bathroom. New cabinet and sink, painted, pulled the cabinet out from the wall, sanded and stained it. Which took me for freakin ever because of the damn 10 layers of blue paint on that damn thing. There are still remnants of the blue. My oldest just says it looks distressed. I'll say! Anyway, I finally put that puppy back on Thursday because at this point I'm just sick of it. If I had to sand that wood one more time my arms would vibrate right out of their sockets from the electric sander. Besides the fact that Winter has decided to grace us with its presence and it's too cold to be doing that kind of work outside. The entire plan was to update the upstairs bathroom, and move the old sink to the basement bathroom so that we will have an extra toilet and sink since my new daughter-in-law will be living with us. At 9pm last night I was informed that while yes, we will get the basement bathroom updated, it won't be before we leave.   I want to scream, and run through the fucking house ripping my hair out. Like seriously!Why? Why? Why? Why do certain people constantly make promises they don't keep? Why say we're going to do something and not follow through? Why? I want to fucking know why it's always so damn easy to put me last? This house last. I'm so fucking sick of it I'm doing things that are now annoying even me. I mean how many times can I lift clothing up off the floor and run the vacuum under them, only to drop said clothing back where they were? Who am I fooling? I'm getting so bad I'm even making my side of the bed nicely, and doing his side sloppily. It's freakin insane! And the biggest problem is I'm not even annoying him like he is annoying me. This wedding has taken what's left of my sanity. My kid is so damn picky about his clothing for the wedding I just gave up yesterday. We bought him a tux, the cummerbund, bow tie and the cool white shirt with tame ruffles and black buttons. But Mr. Super Slim didn't like the way the arms of the shirt looked. [I like doing things in 3s ] The little shit made a point to call me yesterday to return the shirt, instead of telling his father. Oh thanks. I get to be the bearer of bad news. Don't think I didn't figure that out instantly Z. I mean who in the hell is going to see what the arms of the shirt look like beneath the jacket? I really wanna know. And I pointed out it's one fucking day! One day! God forbid we can suck it up for one day. But noooo. Not happening. Happy shopping Z. We returned that shirt last night so good luck to you on replacing it. Oh, and then last night he informs me that he's not staying with us at our house when we get there. Nope. He's staying with his soon to be wife. Which of course I'm the only one who had an issue with that. My youngest D just had to point out that I've had 24 years with Z. Really? I didn't realize that. I'm the mom damn it. And an emotional mom. And I don't care that they will be living with us. It's going to be different. He will be someone's husband. His wife will take the top spot. So shoot me for wanting to have a few extra days with my kid before he takes that walk and I have to suck it up that he's not my little boy anymore. I've been maxing out my credit cards and using my savings to pay the damn bills when they come. I hate that. Watching my little savings account taking the plunge makes me crazy, but since I don't make shit I don't have any other choice. I am seriously thinking it's time to get a job on my own. No more working at our place. At least I will get a steady paycheck, but that also comes with having to be there longer than my little schedule that I tweak at will now. I do like being part time, but I don't think it's financially beneficial to myself any longer. So having to suck up that freedom will more than likely hurt on a few levels. Since I'm on an 80k student loan, I am going to need a strategy to earn some extra money to help my kid pay off that debt. Otherwise they will be living here indefinitely. Besides, bad mother that I am, I have dreams of turning that bedroom into my office. I can just see it. A purple room with a nice desk and comfy leather chair and my lappy. And maybe a flat screen to watch tv when I want. A room all mine to blast my music and shut the world out. Oh yeah, that sounds just yummy to me.I have got to finish the rest of the Christmas shopping before we leave. I haven't even started packing yet. With the time frame and celebrating Christmas the day after we get home, things have to be bought asap. Granted I have the majority of it complete, but there are still little things to do. I'm not even going to bother wrapping presents until I get back, so that will probably annoy me when I get home. Oh well. We have a family part tonight, which is actually this afternoon. And. We are getting around 9" of snow tonight. Oh goodie. I don't know if I can get to the snowblower right now since we forgot to throw away the last of the crap from the basement clean out, which is now all piled in my garage. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I think I'd better stop before it becomes impossible to put on my happy face and show up at the party my chipper self. I'm sure they will all be doting on Z, and gushing about this wedding. Planning this huge event from two different countries has been a nightmare. I admit it. So it just better go off well. I think my biggest obstacle will be having to do the seating arrangement. I dread that. I'm off to shop before the storm hits. Bet this will be fun. Happy holidays everyone. Not sure when I'll get to blog next, but knowing the rant is still brewing the odds are I'll be back before 2016 comes to a close. |
| Have you seen this? I'm quietly trying to figure out how I feel about it. I've been a part of a Change.org movement before. I signed on to get President Obama on with Bill Maher, and it worked. Last week the President and Bill sat down for a really nice one-on-one chat. If you haven't seen that interview, it's worth it to check it out. https://www.change.org/p/electoral-college-electors-electoral-college-make-hilla... |
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