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The March 2, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWrite about a time that it was hard to be honest, but you were. I have thought about this prompt for several hours. Honesty is difficult and I suspect it is more difficult for some then for others simply because of childhood experiences. However, I also believe that it is more difficult for a person to be honest with him or herself then with others. The reason for this is that we can tell by body language and vocal tones when a person is honest, when a person is telling us the truth. I usually have more difficulty being honest with myself, about why I do not want to do something or why I procrastinate, then I do with other people. However, an incident comes to mind concerning a purchase I made at a Walgreen's pharmacy a few years ago. It occurred at a time when I could leave Mom by herself for short periods of time. I went to the pharmacy to pick up her meds, while I was there I noticed they had washcloths on sail for about $0.05 a piece. I picked out seven washcloths of various colors and then when to the pharmacy to get the prescription. When I picked up the prescription, I paid the pharmacist for everything or at least I thought I did. I got home, took everything out of the sacks and begin putting my purchases into the National Consumer Panel scanner. That's when I noticed that the pharmacist had not charged me for all the washcloths. I took the washcloths that I had not paid for back to the store and explained to the clerk at the front cash register what happened, she scanned them, I paid for them, and returned home. It was difficult taking them back, but I knew if I did not I would feel guilty every time I took a bath. The March 2, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" isToday is the day Theodor Geisel (commonly known as Dr. Seuss) was born! In honor of his birthday and Creation Saturday, write a poem in the style of Dr. Seuss. If you are poetically challenged, write a goofy story similar in theme to Dr. Seuss’s books. Samuel Johnathon Goose, Sat in a giant blue spruce, And stared at the ground, With a perplexed frown. He cried out to all, "Help! I'm going to fall! Please give me a wing To get down from this thing." Sarah Louise Nightingale, Heard Samuel's wail, She flew to his aid, Ask how much he weighed. "You're too heavy for me to carry, Let me contact the bald eagle's aerie, He will lift you right down, And place you safe on the ground." A little bit miffed, The bald eagle asked, "Don't you know how to fly? Can't you rise into the sky?" Samuel Johnathon Goose, Was afraid to fly down from the spruce, So I guess he's still there, Trembling in fear. Thought of the Day: I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities. - Dr. Seuss |
The March 1, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" isIs humor (satire/humor/simple teasing) an effective way to comment on, critique, and/or change the behavior of others? Of society? A government? Is it possible to be funny without having the joke be on someone, or does all comedy have to mock someone/something? Warning: The title of this entry may be slightly misleading, but since I cannot think of anything more or less appropriate the title stays. Yes, humor is a effective way to comment on the idiosyncrasies of society, the foibles of government, and the eccentricities of human beings; however, I doubt that it is an effective means of bringing about change in the individual. In order for an individual to change he or she must want to change and recognize the need for change. Humor may or may not encourage the individual recognize the need for change in his or her own life and to accept the sacrifices that change requires. The March 1 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWe all have obsessions. What do you obsess about? Why? It is the obsession for the beloved that drives lovers to the object of their quest. It is the obsession for perfection that drives poets to inscribe line and stanza, metaphor and simile upon the pages of life with the ink of their own hearts. It is the obsession for knowledge that drives the seeker to question the proclamations of dogma. What is my obsession? I am a poet, a lover, and a seeker. Quote of the Day: It is surely a great calamity for a human being to have no obsessions. - Robert Bly |
The February 28, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isAre you an introvert or an extrovert? I am an introvert! I have known for years that I was an introvert because while I am a risk taker, I am not a big risk taker. By a big risk taker I mean I will not go bungee jumping or cliff diving, but I will go on a hot air balloon ride and I might even go skydiving under the right conditions and with experienced people. I enjoy small groups and one on one or one on two interaction. I am sometimes shy when I meet a stranger for the first time, but once I feel comfortable then the conversation get going. I just took a quiz that ask "Are you an introvert or an extrovert?" I answered most of the question true, which gave me an I score. This is what it said about my score: "I = Introvert. If you answered the majority of the questions true, you're probably an introvert. Given the choice, you'll devote your social energy to the people you care about most, preferring a glass of wine with a close friend to a party full of strangers. You think before you speak, and relish solitude. You feel energized when focusing deeply on a subject or activity that really interests you. You have an active inner life, and are at your best when you tap into its riches." http://www.thepowerofintroverts.com/quiet-quiz-are-you-an-introvert/ Even though I knew I was an introvert before I took the quiz, I did learn something from it. Before I took the quiz I thought there were only two types of people in the world, which were Introverts and Extroverts. The quiz taught me that there are three types of people, which are Introverts, Ambiverts, and Extroverts. I was going to write more, but was interrupted by a phone call which I could not let got to the voice mail; anyway the distraction chased whatever else I was going to write from my mind. Thought of the Day: "Being a writer is a very private, internal process. Ultimately I am more the writer, being an introvert." - Paula Cole About the following poems: I wrote these poems about seven years ago. I came across them recently when I was tossing some stuff away. Spot Woke Me Up His snow cold nose placed On the exposed skin of my Right hand in dawn's light (1 Azamat, 162 B.E.) Feast of Azamat (Grandeur) Wind red blossoms sip Faith's vintage from grandeur's vats; religion renewed. (1 Azamat, 162 B.E.) |
The February 27, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isIf you were supreme ruler of planet Earth for one day, what changes would you make? Before I answer this question, I have to state a disclaimer. I would not want to be supreme ruler of Earth or any other planet because I have this theory about intelligent or sentient creatures (I know that humanity fits into one or both of those categories) and supreme rulers. Sentient or intelligent creatures do not like supreme ruler, no matter how benevolent the supreme ruler and I can assure you that I would be an extremely benevolent supreme ruler because I don't want the damn job not even for one day. That being said, I can now answer the question with a clear conscience. If I were supreme ruler of planet Earth for one day, what changes would I make? I would implement universal affordable education for everyone. Because the only true way to change anything whether it is the world or a human being is through education. I didn't write universal free education because nothing (not even a free lunch) is free. There is always a price, a sacrifice, for everything a person is given or acquires. Thought of the Day: Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world. - Nelson Mandela Crazy Quilt Life is a patchwork of joys and sorrows; A quilt pieced together from the odd shaped colored blocks Of faith and doubt, action and inaction. Note about this poem: I'm not sure when I wrote this poem. I found it recently as I was going through some old notebooks. Apparently, the poem wasn't finished because I didn't put a date on the page. I usually put dates on the poems that I consider finished. |
The February 26, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWhat do you feel are the advantages of belonging to the Blogging Circle of Friends? The disadvantages? Is there anything you'd like to see changed? Do you have any other suggestions or comments? Be honest! One hundred days, I am amazed at how swiftly time runs when I am having fun. The main advantage to blogging with friends is encouragement. I know there are probably disadvantages, but at this moment none come to mind. I may think of something later on today or in the morning. The problem with disadvantages is depression, I can think of all sorts of disadvantages when I am depressed. This morning I am not depressed, I could become depressed later today. At the moment, I am dealing with a "Girl Scout Cookie" high, which will wear off sometime later this morning. Thought of the Day: Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down. - Oprah Winfrey Today is Tuesday, February 26, 2013. Today is Fiḍál (Grace), 1 Ayyám-i-Há (The Days of Há), 169 B.E. In three day, the nineteen day Fast will begin. In twenty-one day my mother's 92nd birthday will occur. In twenty-three days I will celebrate Naw-Ruz 170 B.E. and a New Year will arrive. This is my first Ayyám-i-Há I am celebrating without Mama. March 21, 2013 will be the first Naw-Ruz, I will celebrate without Mom. Mom's physical presence is not here to celebrate these events with me. This is all right because Mom is in a better place. Mom is in paradise walking beside the Tree of Life. She is with her parents enjoying the beauty of God's immortal garden. Today I have to check the calendar and figure out which day I want to have a memorial service for her at the Baha'i Center. I think either Saturday, March 23 or Sunday, March 24, Mom always enjoyed weekend celebrations. |
The February 25, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" What's your favorite season? Why? There is a reason for each season: Spring is the time for planting new hope. Spring is the season of new beginnings, It is nature's brand new year, It is time to do a thorough housecleaning, And to pack away winter's fear. There is a reason for each season: Spring is the time for planting new hope. Summer is is the time for expectations to grow. Summer is the season of maturity, When nature is ripening its fruit, When daylight hours imitates immortality, And night becomes a point that is moot. There is a reason for each season: Spring is the time for planting new hope. Summer is the time for expectations to grow. Autumn is the time for reaping hope's rewards. Autumn is the season of harvest, When nature drops next year's seeds, When humanity notices the lengthening darkness, And time appears to increase its speed. There is a reason for each season: Spring is the time for planting new hope. Summer is the time for expectations to grow. Autumn is the time for reaping hope's rewards. Winter is the time of hope's transition. Winter is the season of death, When nature's fields are fallow, When gratitude is ones next deep breath, And tree limbs look pale and sallow. Thought of the Day: To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. - George Santayana What is my favorite season? As I age and mature my favorite season has changed. When I was young and my bones and joints were not bothered by the damp and cold, I was autumn's child and then winter's child. As I have aged and become afflicted with osteoarthritis and a screwed up body thermostat, I became spring's child; now I find that I am transforming into summer's child. So to answer the question about my favorite season, it is late spring and early summer. |
The February 23, 2013 for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isIf marijuana were legal, what do you think would be the biggest resulting problem or the biggest benefit? To legalize or not to legalize that is the question. The biggest benefit to legalizing marijuana would me taxes, the government could tax it the same way they do cigarettes or alcohol. The resulting problems, with the exception of freeing up law enforcement to focus on other crimes, would remain the same. The detrimental effects of marijuana would be the same, but increased because more people would have access to it. If there are medical benefits to marijuana, and this argument depends on the study and the prejudices of those doing the study, then legalization should be limited to doctors prescriptions. At least, until more unprejudiced studies are available on the issue. The legalization of marijuana or any other drug has more to do with maturity then anything else, we live in a society focused on immediate pleasures rather then long-term values. Thought of the Day: Maturity is achieved when a person postpones immediate pleasures for long-term values. ~ Joshua L. Liebman Mary Jane is a name that once referred to shoes, but now is a drug euphemism; it makes one wonder about human wisdom. |
The February 22, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isDescribe one of your most pleasant surprises. I have thought about this entry for several hours. I have reviewed all the pleasant surprises that I can remember and the one that stands out in my mind concerns my mother. It occurred when when we were living in the apartment on Sunrise Avenue, about two or three miles from where I am now living. I knew that Mom read the Baha'i scriptures and prayers, but it surprised me when she declared her belief in Bahá'u'lláh. I had been a Baha'i for several years before Mom declared. Whenever she had a question, I either answered it myself or found someone who could. Whenever I answered a question for Mom, I wonder if I should ask her if she wanted to declare her faith; however, I decided that the best course of action was to pray and let Mom take her time. Anyway, one morning Mom ask me how she could become a Baha'i and I explained the process to her. Mom signed her declaration card and we went to the next nineteen day Feast together. Mom enjoyed going to Feasts, Holy Day commemorations, and Fasting. Mom declared before she was 76 years old, so she and I both Fasted between sunup and sundown during ‘Alá’. The intriguing thing about Mom is that even after she turned 76 and was no longer required to Fast, she fasted. She finally stopped fasting when the doctor increased the medications she took. I know she missed fasting, I miss fasting, but with all the medication I am taking I cannot fast any longer. We continued going to feast until Mom started going to bed at 5:00 P.M. Some of my most precious memories are going to Feasts and Holy Days with Mom. Thought of the Day: (From one of Mom's favorite prayers.) O God! Refresh and gladden my spirit. Purify my heart. Illumine my powers. I lay all my affairs in Thy hand... - 'Abdu'l-Bahá I pick up Mama's prayer book, wonder which one of her favorite prayers I should intone; then I remember the prayer she always read before going to work. I open the book to the prayers for Spiritual Growth and intone "O God! Refresh and gladden my spirit..." |
The February 21, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isAre you a leader or a follower? Why? I have heard it said that there are only two types of people in the world, leaders and followers. I am not crazy about being a leader because of the responsibility, but neither am I thrilled about being a follower for the same reason. Every human being on this planet, whether leader or follower, is responsible for his or her decisions. This means that no matter which roll I chose or prefer, I cannot get out of the responsibility to myself. Especially since I am past the age of maturity. If I become a follower, I have to know who I am following and what I am willing to sacrifice to be a follower. I have to ask hard questions and many leader prefer the easy questions that make them look good. Not only do I have to ask the hard questions, but I have to be willing to listen to the voice of my soul, what some people refer to as intuition and other people gut feeling. Whatever you call it, it is part of the human survival instinct for a purpose. In order to become a responsible follower you have to listen to it even if it means abandoning the leader or perspective leader you are following or are considering following. Am I a leader or a follower? I know this sounds like a cop-out, but it depends on the situation and the circumstances surrounding the situation. For example, if someone knows an excellent restaurant I have not tried, then I am willing to follow that person to Timbuktu even it it means I have to wear a flack jacket to eat at the restaurant. While eating at that restaurant may endanger my life, it can only help the local economy. On the other hand, I am not willing to follow a political leader without knowing more then just party platform, I want to know how that party platform will affect me on an economic, physical, and spiritual level. I cannot find that out without prayer and asking the hard questions. Quote of the day: "If I had to reduce the responsibilities of a good follower to a single rule, it would be to speak truth to power." - Warren Bennis I hear a bird singing in a tree outside my house the morning sun is rising I think the bird is looking for a spouse. |
The February 20, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWhat's the hardest decision you've ever had to make? Why? Each day is full of decisions from the moment I decided to respond to the alarm and get up or ignore the alarm for another five minutes. Once I get out of bed or in my case off the couch (I cannot sleep in a bed because both mattresses causes my back to hurt more then sleeping on the couch or love seat). Sometimes the decisions are hard and sometimes easy. Right now, I am confronted with the hardest decision or decisions I have ever had to make. I am attempting to downsize. I am attempting to get rid of the accumulation of years Mom and I lived in Las Vegas. I am attempting to get rid of items that either Mom or I should have given away or thrown away before or after the last move we made. I am having one hell of a time doing it. I think part of the reason is that I do not want to do it, which is probably why the accumulation occurred. I would like to have help deciding what to keep, give away, and throw out; however, asking someone to help is out of the question. The reason is that I want Mom to help and only thing Mom can do is watch me from paradise. All right, I know a lot of this should have been done a long time ago. After Mom went into the hospital in 2007 or before that when they closed the Castaways (the Old Showboat) and Mom had to retire from working with the public. It was not and there is no use shoulding on myself now. I need to suck it up and git with it. It is interesting, until I started this entry I was not sure why I was having difficulty in making these decisions. Writing this helped me understand the biggest block to making these decisions. the day is cloudy I heard a nightingale sing will it rain today Thought of the day: "Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come." - Robert H. Schuller |
The February 19, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWhat makes you laugh? The rumor has it that laughter can add years to your life, but how many years does laughter add to your life. This is difficult to answer because some sources say laughter does not have an affect on a person's lifespan. Other sources say laughter does add to your lifespan, but disagree on whether it is minutes or years that are added. Some say 15 minutes of laughter a day adds 8 years to your lifespan and others suggest that it is only 10 minutes, but does not say how long you have to laugh each day to receive those 10 minutes. None of the sources (at least those I have found) give cited sources for any of this information. Given the information in the preceding paragraph, a person needs to take any information about laughter and an increase in lifespan with a grain of salt. Of course, since too many grains salt will adversely affect human lifespan, we need to be careful about how many grains of salt we consume with our laughter. I laugh until I puck. I laugh until I pee. I laugh so hard that coffee comes out my nose. What makes me laugh? Given the fact that I have a weird sense of humor and am prone to hysterical laughter, anything will make me laugh. There is also the fact that if given the choice between laughter and tears, I chose laughter. In addition, under the proper conditions, I can laugh and cry at the same time. Therefore, answering the question "What makes you laugh?" is extremely difficult and may be impossible. I laugh until I cry. I will be laughing the day I die, at some stupid and humorous human or animal trick. Thought of the day: “I don't trust anyone who doesn't laugh.” ― Maya Angelou |
The February 18, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isWhat makes you cry? Oh, me! Oh, my! What makes me cry? I cry because I'm happy. I cry because I'm sad. I cry because I'm frustrated. I cry because I'm mad. What makes me cry? Under the right circumstances all most anything will make me cry. I can read a poem and it will make me cry. I can look at a rose or a bouquet of flowers and I will cry. If I inhale the aroma of my grandfather tobacco, I will cry. I can make coffee, inhale the scent of the coffee, and I will cry. The main thing that makes me cry are memories of my grandparents or my parents. Lately, anything that brings back memories of my mother will make me cry. I can walk down the aisle of a supper market, see a food that my mother like and I want to cry. I can watch television, see a show that was my mother's favorite, and I cry. It is the same way with shows that my grandmother or grandfather liked. What makes me cry are the memories and not the object itself. Under the proper circumstances I can be a very emotional person because of the memories that accompany the circumstances. Thought of the day: “Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.” ― Brian Jacques, Taggerung |
The February 16, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isLove Conquers All Love does conquer many things, but I do not think it conquers everything. It cannot conquer an addiction, no matter how much you love someone who is addicted to alcohol or drugs you cannot help that person until he or she is willing to admit the problem. Love cannot conquer an abusive situation, no matter how much you believe you love the abuser to remain with the abuser only endangers you and enables the abuser. All conquering love comes from the spiritual world; is God's divine love. Thought of the day: Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache. - Mae West |
The February 15, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isTrue Love True love is a reflection of God's eternal love for humanity. Divine love is is the blessing of rain falling alike upon the homes of believers and infidels. True love is a blessing, that like the rain, descends into human being's life. The trick is to see it for what it is and let it fill your well or for you to draw from the well it is filling. True love is the lover's ability to accept, from the hand of the beloved, chocolate in the morning and sour milk in the evening without either affecting the lover's adoration. Thought of the Day: For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow. - Antoine de Saint-Exupery |
The February 14, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isMy Valentine My Valentine without you would the stars shine or would poems rhyme? Quote of the Day: All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt. - Charles M. Schulz Las Vegas Museum It is February 14, 2013 and while most of the world is celebrating love, the Mob Museum is celebrating its one year anniversary. The National Museum of Organized Crime and Law Enforcement, better known as The Mob Museum is located at 300 Stewart Avenue. This museum opened on Valentine's Day in 2012 to coincided with the 83rd anniversary of the St. Valentine's Day Massacre of 1929. This museum has duel mission, which is to educate people about the history of organized crime and advance their understanding about the impact of organized crime on society. http://themobmuseum.org/ Happy 154th Birthday George Farris George Washington Gale Farris, Jr. was born on February 14, 1859 in Galesburg, Illinois. George Farris designed and built the first Farris Wheel for the Chicago World's Fair in 1893. |
The February 13, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isFirst Kiss Thought of the Day on the First Kiss: How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart. - William Butler Yeats Was my first kiss my first bliss? Not as along as chocolate exist! Thought of the Day on Chocolate: My problem is I'm an addictive personality. I can't have one coffee. I can't eat one piece of chocolate. ~ Guy Pearce |
The February 12, 2013 "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isFirst Date My first crush was more memorable then my first date. So rather then writing about something that I can't or don't want to remember, I haven't decided which it is, I'm going to list the items that would make a first date memorable for me. 1. Flower and/or candy sent to me a day or so before the day of the date. 2. A nice restaurant, it doesn't have to be expensive but it should have a romantic atmosphere. 3. A good movie, it doesn't have to be a love story, but there shouldn't be a lot of car chases, blood and gut, or pornographic bedroom scenes. 4. A call from the guy the next day, even if he doesn't want to go out again. 5. If the guy wants another date then send flowers and/or candy a few days after the first date. a nice juicy steak a good meal on a first date and Kona coffee Thought for the Day: If a guy remembers the color of your eyes after a first date, chances are...you have small boobs. - Unknown quotes |
The February 11, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isFirst Crush A long time ago in a galaxy far away, at least it seems that way. I am not sure precisely how old I was at the time, I know I was in grade school. I know his name was Tommy or Tommy Joe. I know my mother was pregnant with my youngest brother, so it had to be sometime in 1954, 1955, or 1956 (I am not sure exactly what year my brother was born, but I suspect it was probably in 1955). Therefore, I must have been between eight and ten; if the was 1955 then I was probably eight going on nine. The reason I remember the kids name is because I as my mother if I could name my youngest brother; Mom said yes so I named him Tommy. I do not remember if my brother's middle name was after my lost love or not. A long time ago in a galaxy far away, we were young and didn't know the ways of love, but I adored him. Did I adore him from afar or did I ever tell him of my desire? That was a long time ago in a galaxy far away, at least at sixty-six it seems that way. What did he look like, sometimes I think his face fades a little each day, but at other time I can see his face clear as the day we met; he remains young while I grow older each day. Thought for the Day: The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. - Joseph Addison |
The February 10, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isToday's a free day with no prompt. Blog on whatever your heart desires, have fun, and have a beautiful day! In 39 days, on March 21, 2013, I will be celebrating New Year. Naw-Ruz, which means New Day, is the Baha'i New Year. It will be 170 B.E. That is the time I usually began my New Year goals. One of the goals is to post every other day to one of my off sight blogs. The only exception to this will be paid opportunities, which I sometimes get for one of the blogs. When I get a paid opportunity, I will write the copy and post it on the date I receive the opportunity. Since I will normally be posting every other day to the offsite blogs, I have decided to (again) attempt to dedicate each day to a specific subject. After due consideration, I have decided on the follow subjects. Free Write Sunday Quote of the Week Monday Haibun-Haiku Tuesday Midweek Reflections Wednesday Thankful Thursday Poetry form of the Week Friday Recyclable Saturday Two poem I wrote this week, but have not posted in my writing.com port. The Broken Coffee Mug My favorite coffee mug is broken! Is there some meaning to this tragedy? I tried to place the mug on a wooden T.V. stand, missed and the mug dropped to the floor. The handle shattered, but the body remained intact. I carried the mug to the garage and carefully put it in the blue recyclable bin. Mama’s Angel Mama wanted a Christmas angel to go on top to the tree, we looked and looked until found one that Mama thought was beautiful. An angel dressed in white like the snow on Mount Charleston; Mama loved to look at the angel even when it was not on the top of a Christmas tree. Thought for the Day: "Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry alone." - Old Saying |
The February 9, 2013 for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" isIf you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell? coffee is God's gift to a sleepy human race a writer's best friend I would open Snow's Chocolate Coffee House. I would sell every variety of chocolate and whole bean coffee known to humanity. I would also sell coffee grinder and coffee makers. Whole bean coffee taste better when it is fresh ground just before brewing. Drinking coffee ground is the factory is a wonderful time saver, but freshly ground whole bean coffee taste better. Chocolate, of any type, taste better when consumed with a cup of hot coffee. chocolate God's gift a blessing to humanity both sweet and bitter Thought for the Day: "As soon as coffee is in your stomach, there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move...similes arise, the paper is covered Coffee is your ally and writing ceases to be a struggle." ~ Honore de Balzac (1799-1859) |
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