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ok.. so I'm taking a next step in my life. I'm improving on myself. I'm going down this path i am on, thanks to God. I now attend a church regularly, and I like its small confines in a church building i attended nearly 40 years ago. To me it is surreal. Do i know whats ahead, or even where I am going? no, not at all. to be honest it scares me, but I need to step out of my fear and take charge of my life, and live it the way I and God want me to be. where ever this path goes, I'm sticking it out to the end. I feel it is a testament to who I am. I am learning more and more everyday about myself. and improving, also trying to make amends for past mistakes. But one can only make amends for mistakes where there was mistakes to begin with, if people don't want to listen then that is their fault, and their loss. I wont go where im not wanted and I know I am a good man, if you don't.. well that's too bad so sad for you... |
DAY 1121: December 10 Prompt: Do you agree with the adage “Write what you know”? not sure as to whether or not I agree with this phrase or not. because while you need to know about what you write about I think if you, or your character doesn't know something at the beginning, they might at the end. which does offer a chance for you and the character to grow and change a bit. sometimes its good not to know about something but to write about it. Once your through and reread it look up that thing and see what you got right and what you got wrong.... you might actually surprise yourself... I do it, I find it fun. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1120: December 9 December 9 is National Pastry Day. Do you have a favorite holiday pastry that you make? If so, then tell us about it and, if possible, share the recipe. If you don't have a favorite recipe or pastry then write a story or poem about a pastry of some kind. if you had ever physically met me, a simple look at me would have told you that I like all food.... I'm not biased... I like it all equally. FYI... I'm 6'4" tall blond hair blue eyes and 375 lbs.... Im not a small man in any way shape or form. I cant say that I have any favorite pastry, because, as I said earlier, I like all food... besides that it all tastes so good... it don't last long enough for me to put it on that list.... But fear not I am exercising more... eating less... getting back to my us marine shape I was in at one time..... I'm still not one you would like to meet in a dark alleyway... but I am trying... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
DAY 1119 December 08, 2015 If you had a theme song that played every time you entered a room, what would it be? Who would sing your song? I think my entrance song would be something like linkin park "in the end".... its a dark kind of song much like me. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
DAY 1112 December 1, 2015 Name a category all major beauty pageants should have, but don't? Do you think they demean women or encourage them to think outside the box? personally, I don't like the beauty pageants at all, I think the whole concept is demeaning to women, as are the Victoria secrets shows. Beauty should not be put out there as a marker from which other women, who couldn't measure up, could aim to be like. personally , myself, I find all the women in both of those shows to be shallow, weak minded, and petty. I find a woman who could look that beautiful, with out all that makeup and expensive dresses and jewelry to be miles above all of those women on those shows. yes, they all inspire the imagination, but in the wrong way. I really wish those women would really get a clue.... they aren't all that... in fact they are none of that. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
DAY 1101 November 20, 2015 Prompt: When you were a child, what was your favorite thing to do with your grandparents? Olivia says I read the best bedtime stories ever. Did you grandparents do something that was just perfect to you? in my mind, my grandma would spend the weeks prior to Christmas baking cookies, and the like. This was a time when you could give cookies and such. I remember the kitchen smelling so good when she did. she also let nothing bother her, no matter how bad things like the finances got, she always kept her head high... I always looked up to her. I know she liked sitting down with her grandson and having some tea with her.... I miss her terribly. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1098 November 17, 2015 How many of you out there have been thinking about your golden years? Where would you want to retire if money wasn't an issue? I have been thinking about my golden years for a while now. Since i am not real confident my 401k will grow enough for me to retire, and since I dont have a retirement plan at all. I am no long confident that I will be able to retire. If I didnt have to worry about money I would retiire as soon as I could but I dont think that is going to be an issue for me... because I wont have much. but at least I'll be happy. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Day 1083: November 2, 2015 Prompt: An infomercial Gone Wrong (a calendar prompt) Be creative and have fun. I will forgo the prompt for today, as this week will be very busy for me, with personal life ( as in being on vacation in Orlando Florida) and trying to work on NaNoWriMo material. I still don't know why I'm doing this torture t myself, but I know I'll survive. this will be a stressful and yet a relaxing week for me, and I might spend a few bucks. i'll do what I can, but it seems That isn't always enough. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
DAY 1080 October 30, 2015 Hello my Pretty Pretend Witches and Warlocks....if you could cast one spell, just one. would you use it for something good for everyone or would you use it just yourself on this Hallows eve affectionately called Mischief Night. Write a poem or a story with a mischievous twist. Hello my pretty! The witch says as the door opens with a creak. A bunch of children at the door start to freak. Then you pull out the candy, miraculously they are all now , just dandy. you tell them they look good, pumping up their egos, as you should. from the babies to the dogs they come by the bus load, walking and getting out of cars. when the candy is gone and the day is done, you look back and say that you had fun. then go to bed, for a good nights rest, then the sun returns and you look out and see, all the decorations they left for you, but you cleaned it up happily. you found out later it came down to just three, you went about you day, and called them a pest, knowing you will do it next year anyway. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1078: October 28, 2015 Prompt: It's midnight on Halloween and you hear the Grandfather clock in the hall strike 13. What happens? It was midnight on Halloween, the kids have stopped coming many hours earlier, basically as soon as the candy ran out. I turned off the porch light, and locked the door. Looked out to the street and found it to be completely empty and devoid of life, except for the light in the house across the street from me. I retired to the kitchen and grabbed me a cold beer out of the refrigerator, turned on the television and relaxed a bit, after all it had been a really rough day for me. After about an hour and three quarters of my beer, I figured it was time to go to bed.The house is dark, the doors all locked, and the window shades closed. I know because I had checked them myself. I turned all the lights off, finish the little bit of beer left in the bottle I was enjoying, threw it away, and went to bed. As I climbed the stairs, the house seemed emptier than normal. I heard a creak of the wooden steps I was climbing up, but I paid it no attention as these older wooden houses do sometimes speak to you. About halfway up the stair case I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye, going into the living room which was to the right of the landing from the stair case. I know I saw it, it was a solid dark form that moved into the room. I quickly ran back down the stairs, thinking someone was in my house, and I was going to have nothing of that. Upon entering the room, though, I found it unoccupied. I looked at the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen and dining room still, indicating no one went through them. "maybe I'm more tired than I thought," I thought top myself and dismissed it. I began to climb the stairs once again, this time I made it to the top of the stairs, and into my bedroom, before anything happened again. I started brushing my teeth and preparing for the long nights rest I was about to enjoy. A light under a door in the room caught my eye, I saw what looked like a person running back and forth before the door, and now I heard the noise of children's laughter coming from behind it. Again, as before, I ran to the door opened it up in a bit of a rush, only to find that there is, was, or ever will be someone behind it, as it was the door way to a closet. I remember, when I bought the house it was the doorway to another hallway leading to the attic access stairway, but it wasn't long before I closed that in and made it a closet for my clothes. I thoroughly checked the closet, with the light that was suspended from the ceiling, and finding nothing or no one in there. I closed the door , pulled the covers back on the bed climbed in and went to sleep. Just as my eyes were fully closed, I heard the grandfather clock, downstairs chime to indicate the top of the hour. I have heard it so much through out my life, as the clock originally belonged to my father before he died, I paid no attention to it what so ever. At least not until the clock chimed 13 times, it was a habit of mine to count the chimes. Once that 13th chime came across, my eyes fully opened and I was more awake than I was an hour ago, I felt as though I just woke up. Unsure what to make of it, I got up out of bed and made my way downstairs to the grandfather clock in the living room. It looked as it has for most of my life, its brown mahogany wood, as dark brown and shiny as it had always been. The pendulum, was a shiny brass color, with the pull chains on either side of it was swinging back and forth slowly, but steadily never missing a beat. I checked the doors on it, I even check directly behind it, but I saw nothing out of the ordinary. "It must be my mind," I thought as I headed back upstairs and back to bed. This time when I got about halfway up the stairs, as I did before, the stairway caved into a deep black hole, almost like a black hole itself. As I began to fall I grabbed onto anything I could to keep me there, whether it was wood, carpet, or what ever it was, I was grabbing at it to try and get myself out of the hole I was falling in. I was glad when I could reach a hand over to a piece of carpet, as it dangled there. Once I stopped falling, I began to crawl up, hand over hand until I got up out of the hole I was in. Once I reached the top of the hole, I grabbed onto a banister of the staircase to pull myself up out of the hole. I was almost fully up out of the hole, when the banister shattered into a million pieces. I grabbed onto what ever my hand fit around, in this case a piece of stair rail, as I began to fall and I was calling for help all the way down. still clutching a piece of that banister as I fell. The stair case and my home was getting smaller and smaller the further away I got from it, until it was no where in sight. Suddenly I woke up, safely in my bed. I was thinking " what a dream." which normally wouldn't have been a problem, except I was still clutching a piece of the banister from the stair case. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| DAY 1075: October 26, 2015 Prompt: What is your favorite insect? Why is it your favorite? my favorite insect is unfortunately a dead one.... Although I know they are vital to the balance of nature, I still say that the only good bug is a dead one( most bugs are ok like bees and things but others are a no go), which brings a good point.... Why couldn't Noah just left the cockroach off of the ark?. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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