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| DAY 5 PROMPT March is History and April is a Mystery *Think* February won't March, but April May. I just thought of that now. Little blogging tip for y'all - If you think of something, write it. *FacePalm* March is going out like a lion where I live. April can't get here soon enough. The last day of March is like garbage day for me. I'm so happy to be rid of March and all the ides, the bitter cold, the wind, all of it. Just go! Get outta here March, and here, take this with you. (as I toss a bundle of shirts in a box) While you're at it, take this pile of renovations debris and this broken space heater. I like to de-clutter and rid myself of excess personal items at the end of March, it's almost religious. So, if you want... The Banna Bar Barge is stopping in your driveway on March 31st. You can toss anything and everything in it. What are you going to send to the bin? On the other hand... I love April. It's a rebirth. Its Spring, Easter, April showers bring May Flowers, and so on. *Think* I may be over-thinking this. What are your thoughts on the March-April transition? Maybe we can invent some sort of conspiracy theory. You can take my excess yard waste I forgot to get into the barrel on Tuesday. Tomorrow is the deadline here for getting it hauled with our trash. To get it hauled now I have to subscribe to yard waste removal and have another barrel added to the collection on my driveway. So take it! It is mostly rose bush trimmings. You could spread it around the banana rum reserves and keep barefoot Andre away for a while. Hm, March into April conspiracies? This March has just been the posterboy for furthering the cause of Global warming! I froze my asterisk off. |
| DAY 4 PROMPT The last few days of this month are dragging like taking a dog with no legs for a walk. Coming up with blog prompts is getting tough as eating plastic fruit salad. Today it was as cold as an ice cube in a snowball shoved up a snowman's ass. No! You can't write that here, Andre. Bad monkey! Bad! Sorry about that. Having a drunken blog monkey helping write is about as helpful as a headache. Today's blog prompt strives to inspire you to write *analogies throughout your blog entry. Try to write at least three. Try to keep them decent, don't be an Andre! Select a part or parts from any of your previous three entries in this challenge then, in today's entry, provide a bit more information or details and try to slip in a few analogies. Make sure to visit the other challenger's blogs to read and comment on their analogies. I may use some of the analogies from this prompt in a follow-up prompt. I hope this is as much fun as blind fly swatter tag. (naked) ANDRE!!! Good luck! *Analogy [ uh-nal-uh-jee ]a similarity between like features of two things, on which a comparison may be based: the analogy between the heart and a pump. This prompt is as hard as a snowcone before the shave. That doesn't quite work... This month is ending as badly as Rosanne Barr sings, the stuff of armageddon. The estimate for my couch delivery is like expecting Punsxutawny Pete to tell the weather, theoretically possible but highly unlikely. This entry is like a charred pizza, dark and inedible. |
| DAY 3 PROMPT In the spirit of March, I borrowed this from the internet. Daily Calendar for Tuesday, March 29, 2022 Borrowing Days The last three days of March have a reputation for being stormy. Scottish folklore proposes that these three days were borrowed from April so that March might extend his power. The Spanish story about the borrowing days is that a shepherd promised March a lamb if he would temper the winds to suit the shepherd’s flocks. But after his request was granted, the shepherd refused to deliver the payment. In revenge, March borrowed three days from April, in which fiercer winds than ever blew to punish the deceiver. A Scottish proverb describing these days: March borrowit from April Three days, and they were ill: The first was frost, the second was snaw [snow], The third was cauld [cold] as ever’t could blaw [blow]. Today's blog challenge is to write: A (your choice) proverb describing these days of your own. You may be inspired to write about folklore in addition to your proverb or instead of a proverb. Have fun with the borrowed time. Dogs believe that the end of March is the worst time to have puppies. They are liable to be blown away by spring winds. Long long ago, Dogs and cats were just beginning to war with one another. The dogs were friends with the rain because it brought mud. Cats befriended the wind because it dried things off. The war took a turn for the worst and the cats took the upper hand at the end of March throwing their own breath in with the wind to blow the dogs from the face of the earth. Every year about that time the cats kick their breath in with the wind but no matter how hard they try they never manage to blow away a single dog. Not really satisfied with that but it is the best I could come up with today. I am in a bit of a funk. I have been trying to finish the same scene for three days now. I just end up restarting it. It is pretty critical to the plot, I just can't seem to get a handle on how the character is going to to what I need him to do... |
| DAY 2 PROMPT Today Andre's Banana Bar will surpass 14,000 views. Not that I keep track of that sort of thing; It's Andre, he's OCD about it. We are going to give 14,000 GPs to a randomly selected blog entry to celebrate. We have a few entries into the design an award contest, but there is still time to enter. I'm looking forward to having custom awards and ribbons and a new custom merit badge by late April. It would be pretty cool to have a designer credit on one of those awards. The original custom MB will always be special to me, and I'm planning to give a bunch out in the next four days. And because I'm all of a sudden making announcements instead of writing blog prompts I want to give a shout-out to Ms. (556) Welcome back from rehab. *Sly* OUT with the Old and IN with the NEW My latest purchase is a Swift 3 14" laptop. The black screen of death consumed my previous laptop. We may look into purchasing a travel trailer this summer. Okay, finally, here comes the prompt. Did you recently make a significant purchase? (Gasoline doesn't count) Is there something you have that has reached its end-life? Are you planning any major purchases or changes to your lifestyle? What's your take on this 'New Normal' we hear about? We just bought a couch. Our old one met our cats, and our cats... took it out. It took them a year, but they shredded the arms and the front. Then the dogs took to eating the cushions. It is just... we NEEDED a new one. We ordered it a week ago and are still waiting for it to arrive. It should be here sometime within the next two weeks. That is as accurate as the eta is right now. I'll get to set up a delivery time closer to the date. At least that is supposed to happen. For all I know, they'll dump it on our lawn in a rainstorm. Sorry, pessimism is kicking in. This new normal is the weirdest normal I have ever encountered. No more handshakes or hugging strangers or friends you haven't seen in a while. I remember when you could tailgate in the store and not be treated as though you were typhoid Mary. The biggest planned change in our house is we are getting one of our dogs spayed next month. No more humping my arm... I hope. The vet is thinking it's a hormonal imbalance. Which is fine, as long as the humping isn't a new expression of her anxiety issues... |
| PEACE OUT MARCH! A BANANA BAR MINI CHALLENGE FAREWELL TO MARCH THE FINAL FIVE DAYS DAY 1 PROMPT When I was growing up, Sundays were a noticeably different day than the other days of the week. I concede that Saturday night was alright for fighting, but Sunday was truly a day of rest. On Sundays, most businesses closed. Mom & Pop groceries stores were open, recreation facilities and entertainment choices opened on Sundays. Sunday evening there was nothing open after 9:00 PM. What about the Fast food drive-thru windows you ask? There were no Fast food drive-thru windows! Sundays aren't like that these days. Sunday is basically like Saturday without the fighting at night, because most people take it easy Sunday night because Monday morning is still the same. Monday morning sucks! I miss the old Sunday. It just doesn't seem as peaceful as it once was, and couldn't we all use a little peace in our lives? I enjoyed posting a 'Read it in the Sunday Papers' prompt on Sundays. It was fun to write and read about local and international news stories, but the news lately is not good. That's what got me thinking about peaceful Sundays long past. *Think* So, the blog prompt is... What do you do to relax? Are you able to have a dedicated family day or day of rest in your home? Share a memory of a peaceful, restorative Sunday from your past. Then finally, tell us... What keeps you up at night? FORUM Andre The Blog Monkey's Banana Bar
I used to love Sunday mornings because our PBS channel played Doctor Who on Sunday mornings. I would rush getting ready for church so I could see that week's episode. I usually managed to see the recap episode before it too. It was absolutely my favorite time of the week. I should have been getting excited by going to church but I loved my TV show. After it was over we would pile into the car and go to church. After church we would go across the street to Pizza Alley. My parents both told me that Pizza Alley pizza was my first experience with solid food, when I was three days old I sucked a fingerfull of cheese and sauce off my dad's finger. My mom was ready to kill him for it. She was sure I would choke. Naw I just looked around for more... Pizza alley had a booster seat for me that was made out of three old telephone books wrapped in duct tape and contact paper. I would go in there on Sundays and and go into the kitchen to fetch my own booster seat. The saddest thing was when the restaurant burned down. It was out of commission for six months. That is a long time for a kid. The thing that kept me up at night was one of the creatures off of Doctor Who that killed you if it bit you I think it was some kind of cyber rat. It has been a long time and I still can't watch those episodes. |
| Okay, so yesterday I whined about the imminent end of the world. Today I intend to be optimistic about things. Here it goes... How the flying figs do I do that? People survived the end of the Roman empire so we could too. Yeah, that works. But does it. What kind of life did people have post empire. Hygiene went downhill. Water supplies were cut off as the aqueduct systems fell from lack of maintenance. No, that is not working. How do I depessimize myself? I am way open to suggestions! |
| Okay so I have been slacking on this attempt at blogging. Over a month without an entry. I should be ashamed. I would say that I am only disappointing myself but I have a freakish hope that there are others of you paying at least a little attention to this. I apologize to you. Here is the thought that brought me to sit down this afternoon: I saw a video on Facebook where a woman added the different parts of the dates of the starts of the first two world wars together and they both added up to sixty-eight. Then she added up the date of Russia's invasion of Ukraine, it added up to sixty-eight as well. I have always thought that Russia would be the cause of world war three. I seem to remember in the bible there is mention of a conflagration that sounds like world war three associated with Wormwood. It came to my attention that a translation into Russian of wormwood is Chernobyl. Well it was more of a reminder. Then it came to my attention that Chernobyl is located in Ukraine. I have heard wormwood associated with an asteroid but now that seems like a bit of a stretch. What worries me is those are two associations that tie the invasion to world war three for me. If it didn't already seem likely we would end up involved militarily in the conflict I would be alarmed by this. But I was already alarmed. I have nightmares about being caught in nuclear blasts like Sarah Connor in Terminator 2. It is really hard to not be worried about world events right now. Other tie-ins with armageddon prophesies are the mention of diseases taking out a good portion of the world's population. Hello covid! Other things associated with armageddon are famines. The environment is shifting the areas that have always grown the food could stop producing. Famines would come, no question. Our civilization is in a shambles. We are one step away from electing our officials like we vote for American Idol. I think I can answer how the Romans at the end of the empire felt. We must remember they had indoor plumbing and hydrothermal heating their technology level was suspiciously close to our own. I am sorry about the dark turn this entry took. I had to vent my paranoia. Feel free to respond in the comment with any additional signs of armageddon you have noticed. |
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