%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |   This stuffed Beanie Baby dog came tagged "tracker" which fits my search for knowledge. |
|
Here are words I like to write All day long 'til it is night. Words go up and words go down When complete approve the sound. If you complete my little rhyme, Things will come your way in time.         
|
| Saturday November 25, 2023 2:00 AM Blog City Prompt: Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.” ― Laura Ingalls Wilder Talk about childhood memories. My days believing in Santa Claus could be painted by Norman Rockwell. The five of us kids standing at the top of the second-floor stairs. Each with a silver candle holder with lit candles. We were ready for our close-ups. My family is quite into photography. Our family movies have been digitalized. I played the movies for my granddaughters when they were around seven. About a minute of silence when Meghan looked at me. "Grammy, when is the sound coming on?" I loved everything about Christmas. The best part was the fresh tree that smelled heavenly. We had bubble lights and tinsel we placed on the tree one strand at a time. I recreated some of the memories with my son and daughter. They passed it on to their children. I am blessed and thank God for every blessing bestowed upon me. |
Wednesday November 22, 2023 9:30 PM Prompt: Everybody's life is a country song, depends on who's writing it." Reba Mcintire Write about this in your Blog entry today. Bless her Heart She was born in the Big Apple City On a wintry Friday morn, Doc said she was late it's a pity Picked New Year's Eve to be born. Refrain: It was New Year's Eve tracker was born Yeah, New Year’s Eve she was born! Oh, she picked New Year's Eve to be born Father drove mother through the snow fast, His outstretched hands were honking the horn Hospital was near at last. Refrain: It was New Year’s Eve tracker was born Yeah, New Year’s Eve she was born! On New Year’s Eve last day in it rings Three-quarters century she’ll be, She'll be back to laugh to sing This song about what? All together: Refrain: It was New Year’s Eve tracker was born Yeah, New Year’s Eve she was born! Original song lyrics by: tracker |
| Sunday November 19, 2023 5:05 PM Spending the day with the NaNoWriMo people I am sponsoring. If you want to read a terrific novel I recommend this one: "Never Verse Book One"  It is right about 50K words, 10 Chapters by Stoneheart StoneHeart   Moving on to read the rest: Hope, Krista, Oriana, Elizabeth Hayes,and Mousethyme There is a great variety. It is exhilarating to read something hot off the writer's pen! |
| Saturday November 18, 2023 1:00 AM PROMPT: On this day in1865 Mark Twain published the short story "The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County" in The New York Saturday Press. Here's your opportunity to write a short story about a frog. If you're not feeling creative share with us what you know about frogs. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Barney Ginny was so excited. It was her turn to take Barney, the class frog, home for a weekend. Barney had lived in Miss Sara's fourth-grade classroom since he was a tadpole. Ginny was in the fourth grade with Miss Sara for three years. She continued to underperform in order to fail and get left back to repeat fourth grade. She was determined to get picked to take Barney home with her. One day, before the last weekend in the spring, she got her wish at last. She rushed home with Barney in the travel carrier, anxious to show her family. Ginny's family was not excited to have Barney spend the weekend. Ginny would take him out of the carrier and play with him. Mom and Dad could picture the frog hopping under their couch and into the inner part of the back that had been ripped months before. Or he could hop up the stairs to the second-floor bedrooms. Ginny spent the rest of the night playing with Barney. Frogs stay up all night and sleep during the day. The next day Ginny woke up before dawn. She carried the cage to the backyard. He seemed content to snooze in the partial sunlight under the apple tree. He was exhausted from playing with his human friend. Ginny bent down close and whispered, "Barney, I am going to take you for a long walk in the morning so we need to get going right away. Barney was only interested in going to sleep. Having no choice in the matter, he braced himself for the bumpy ride with Ginny. He dreamed he was right back in his permanent place in the huge fish tank sitting near the wide window at the side of the fourth grade's classroom. As she promised, Ginny pulled on her jacket before dawn, picked up the carrier, and slipped out of the back door unnoticed. A long while later, she spotted her destination. Old Ruckman's Pond. She quickly approached. set the carrier down, and explained to Barney what was going to happen. She opened the door held closed by a spring, and shook the cage lightly for Barney to hop out onto the edge of the pond. A moment later Barney was in and swimming enthusiastically through the murky water. Ginny observed his tongue capturing an unsuspecting insect. After consuming one impressively plump one, he hopped onto a huge lily pad to rest, digest, and thank his benefactress. Barney sighted Ginny who was taking one more look at him behind her shoulder as she started her walk back home. "Ribbit, croak croak, ribbit," he called after her. Ginny sighed. She would pass the fourth grade this time. Her patience paid off. Barney was no longer couped up in a fish tank in a classroom. He was free to swim, hop, and make new friends. Before long, he would meet a girl frog to love, marry, and have little Barneys. "And that, Miss Sara, was the smartest thing I have done in my entire life," she explained when she returned to school with the empty carrier. |
| Friday November 17, 2023 2:00 am I still need to read Stoneheart's NaNoWriMo's story book 2. He says he is a novice writer but I seriously doubt that. His work needs a lot of editing but so does mine. I am keeping tabs on a number of newbies. Taking some of the pressure off of schnujo. I still want to get to more blogs to get to know more bloggers. My goal is to visit 2 per day. I find I am reading the same two every day. I did write two poems for the Thankful Poetry Contest. I would love to win something sometime. I thought I would be more successful in contests. I won 3rd place in the Good Deeds contest back in July. Except for two times winning a weekly hook contest I have been awardless. Maybe one of my poems will be at least an honorable mention. After 8 mos being active here, I know who the great writers are. |
| Thursday November 16, 2023 8:20 PM Where did this week go? Some weeks I know how fast it is going by the way my pill caddy empties out. I was excited to get a new blood pressure cuff. Mine was so old and this new one works great. I shared my Substack link on my social media today. I got a number of comments along the lines of "I did not know you were a writer." I tell them I play a mean piano too! I need to work on my Journalism homework with the deadline at midnight. I have a few projects going- crafty things that are a welcome distraction. tracker |
| Wednesday November 15, 2023 1:00 AM The Blog City prompt today is thought-provoking. I have an answer but I am just too pooped to participate. I really need some time to just chill out. My plate runneth over. Prompt: "To succeed in life, you need three things: a wish bone, back bone and funny bone." Reba McIntire Write about this in your Blog entry today. |
| Tuesday November 14, 2023 6:00 pm I am not officially doing the Blog City Prompt but today's asks about how you feel about doing laundry. I love to do laundry. From sorting whites and darks to adjusting all the dials and buttons for just the right temp and drying time. Then comes my favorite part which is folding and putting away. The only thing different lately is I need to have someone carry the clothes basket to the laundry room. I have been trying to reach my younger sister with no luck. I can't think of even one time I have not returned a call or text or at least gotten word of what my deal was. I contacted our little sister by text and she has not replied either. I have to remember I am placing my expectations on them. This is not really out of the ordinary for them. I did some of my schoolwork this week after the deadline. I have an accommodation that gives me extra time to do the quizzes. All is done and this is the fifth and final week of journalism. I don't believe I have learned anything new at all in this class. I am still on track to graduate in August 2024. |
| Sunday November 12, 2023 11:30 AM ** Image ID #2305192 Unavailable ** https://gofund.me/9bbc0f2d For Charity Marie - <3  ** Image ID #2308219 Unavailable ** ** Image ID #2308218 Unavailable ** I will blog prompts Blog City prompts when I have something to say about them. Doing it every day was stressful. I am writing a to-do list I call Just Do It! list. I know there are things in my brain and not on paper. ~ update photo and description on Charity's go fund me page: ~ check with my sister again to see if got results of scan for a mass in her lungs-not goot ~ call bff R today ~ synch new iPhone with old phone to be sure all is transferred ok ~ contact place I got new cell phone, it is the wrong one- no decorative outside just plain pink-get$$$ ~ contact niece and nephew-both are in crisis right no ~ watch FB carefully-g'dtr up north camping in the pine forest with her significant other ~ household chores done except mop the kitchen floor ~ habit heroes update ~ RAOK recommendation for free 3 mo membership ~ holiday ideas-3 gifts ordered ~ surprise someone by getting something on their wdc wish list ~ contact 6 people I am sponsoring for NaNo- 1 contacted, repeat weekly ~ follow up with 3 Newbies see if they are still here and touch base to offer assistance ~ follow up on commissioned badge ~ blog, doing now ~ read 2 blogs-done, The Phoenix Papers (Charity Marie) and Blog at Work 2nd Edition (Wake and Live)- ~ play fetch with Jack ~ play hangman and tic tac doe with grandson ~ do yesterday's procrastinated: laundry, vacuum/tidy up my room, change bed sheets ~ school homework 3 quizzes ~ work on a few problems in math virtual class ~ test drop note-writing tools ~ finish writing the second poem for the Thankful Poetry Contest ~ get box ready with Jack's puppy sweaters to no kill small dog rescue center First poetry contest entry. I don't know poetry very well. This one I wrote I liked. The Gathering Thanksgiving we will be Nana, Papa, and the rest, Praying for all to see The bountiful harvest. Giggles from little Jill A cutie I declare, Cuddling with Uncle Phil Lame leg tucked in with care. Called to the supper table Each one taking their place, Eating until quite full Thankful for blessing’s sake. I doubt I will do everything. I try to remember to copy and paste tomorrow and check what got done. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
I haven't tried it with a blog, but with book entries you can click the gear in the upper right corner of the entry and then hit Edit. Then you should be able to edit, not just the words, but also who can see it. Just change it to For My Eyes Only. 
And I find it adorable that you didn't know how to tag yet. 
