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The August 27, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
In the old days, it was said, "blondes had more fun". With all the color options available to men and women today do you still think that still applies or does another hair color win. Or do you think it doesn't really matter?
In my life my hair color has been nonexistent, strawberry blond, brunette, blonde, red, and gray. When I was born I was as bald as Yul Brynner, playing the King of Siam, in the King and I,1 When Mom realized I wasn't growing hair, the doctor gave her a prescription for shampoo. I don't know what was in it, but after Mom washed my head with it I began growing hair. My hair was a strawberry blond boardering on brown, which eventually turned brunette. As an adult, I decided I wanted to go blonde, which isn't a good idea for anyone with deep brown hair.
In order for me to become a blonde, I had to bleach the brown hair and then dye it blondw. A long and expensive process especially since I went to a beauty salon to have it done. When my hair begin to grow out, I had it dyed deep red another expensive and damaging process. After all the blonde and red grew out, I decided that the least expensive and damaging color was brown. I decided that if I was going to be blonde then I would have to wait until my hair turned gray. I decided to go back to brown until my hair started turning gray. My hair has begun turning gray, but I haven't yet had it dyed blonde, red, or any other color. My hair is still in the process of turning from brown to gray. I don't know if I will ever have my hair dyed again because both my mother and my grandmother had beautiful silvery gray hair in their over seventy years.
As for blondes having more fun, I suspect that idea had something to do with the "dumb blond" image. I've met numerous blonds, both natural and from a bottle, in my 66 years and none of them were dumb. I don't think blondes have any more fun the someone with red, brown, black, or no hair because having fun is a state of mind. If a person thinks he or she is having fun then that person is having fun. If a person isn't in the mood to have fun or feels like the activity isn't fun then that person isn't going to have fun. No matter what my hair color I could always find a way to have fun.
Quote of the Day: "People keep asking me if I am having more fun, being blonde, but I always have fun! Whether I'm blonde, redhead, or brunette! I always have fun." - Kelly Clarkson
The August 26, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Youre having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.
Door number one,
Door number two,
Or door number three,
How do I choose which one
to open wide
what hides inside.
It doesn't matter which door I choose because I will always wonder what was behind the other two. Since I don't have x-ray vision, even in my worst nightmare, I'll have to use another method to decide which door to open. I suppose I could say (while pointing at each door):
"Eenie, meenie, miny, moe,
Catch an author by the toe,
If she hollers, make her pay,
Fifty dollars everyday."
The problem is that sounds too much like extortion. Besides in this silly nightmare I'd probably catch myself by my big toe and I can't afford to pay anyone, including myself, fifty dollars every single day for the rest of my life. I guess I could try
However, this is a nonalcoholic nightmare, so I guess the best way to choose is to pick the highest odd number of the trio because according to Virgil "The divinity loves the odd number."2 I've never been able to determine why this is, but I suspect it has something to do with a quorum.
I choose door number three,
as the door that will sit me free
of this nightmare.
Cautiously, I open the door. It's always a good idea to be cautious when opening a door behind which could be anything living, dead, or mythological. I stand there and stare at the creature standing in front of me. "Well," I sigh, "at least it isn't the common arachnophobic nightmare with a gigantic spider." I reach inside, grab the halter, and pull the creature into the light.
"I always wanted a flying unicorn," I smiled. "Now all I have to do is figure out how to mount without a saddle and stirrups. Not to mention riding this beautiful creature bareback."
The August 24, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Visualize a place that you really love, be there, see the details. Now write about it. What colors are there, sounds, smells? When some one else reads it, they should know what it is like to be there by your handling of the details.
She is there
the aroma of gardenias
wafting on the summer air.
What color of dress
did she wear?
She must have wore red
her favorite hue.
Did she smile
as we walked through
my mother's perfume,
the scent followed her everywhere.
my mother's laugh
as she watched the monkeys
cavort in their enclosure.
What are the sounds
that I hear
when I think of our trip?
I hear tropical birds,
I hear monkeys,
I hear elephants,
I hear lions,
I hear tigers,
and I hear her voice
back ground music
playing in my memory.
She always has a place in my memory,
she always has a place in my heart,
our souls are connected
as the umbilical cord
joined me to her in the womb.
The August 23, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
What is easiest to write for you? Short story, poem, novel, other?
An easy write
is like an easy lay
or easy loving
all of these may be easy,
the they ain't cheep.
All writing is easy once it is completed. The difficulty occurs in the writing process before the work if finished and edited. I have always found this to be true no matter what I write. I can write poetry, short stories, novels, or anything else and it is difficult while I am writing it, but after I finish I find that it was easy. Perhaps writing is like giving birth once the child his born then you forget the pain and the labor involved in bringing it into the world.
The creation process
it's several hours of labor
and then your water breaks
the child of your muse
into a cold
and cruel world.
I have never found creating a novel, poem, or short story easy. After I have created the item, my memory begins playing tricks on me and convinces me it was "easy loving"; however, in the middle of the item the labor pains are so intense and long that I want to give up. Sometimes I will put the written items aside for a while, but I never give it up entirely. I could never give it up entirely because that would be like a mother proclaiming in the middle of labor that she had decided she didn't want to give birth that day.
Writing isn't easy,
it isn't the most difficult action
in the universe,
but it isn't easy.
Even though I don't find writing easy, I find it enjoyable. It makes me happy. Perhaps I am like the woman with ten children who wants to get pregnant again because she enjoys being a mother. The process of labor doesn't make her happy, but parenthood is the glorious reward for the excruciating hours of labor. For me the finished product, the poem, short story, or novel is the reward for the hours of labor put into the written word; the finished product is the "easy loving" part of the labor.
The August 22, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Are you competitive?
Am I competitive? Am I "inclined, desiring, or suited to compete <a competitive personality>"?3 No, under most conditions I do not have "a competitive personality". This does not mean I will not compete in a writing contest or other competition that I find intriguing. When I do compete, I strive for to do the best I can at that moment in time.
Am I competitive?
Yes, no, maybe...
I don't know, sometimes...
To do my best
at any given point in time
and under the present conditions.
To step outside the walls
of my perceived limitations
this is my main goal
in any competition.
Am I competitive? I prefer cooperation under most conditions. I think there is a time for competition and a time for cooperation because both of these situations are necessary in the creative process and in the advancement of humanity. The trick when confronted with the choice between competition and cooperation is to figure out which one is more important give the conditions present in one's life or world. The human race could not have survived and risen to its present state of technology or civilization without both cooperation and competition.
Thought of the Day: “Competition has been shown to be useful up to a certain point and no further, but cooperation, which is the thing we must strive for today, begins where competition leaves off.” - Franklin D. Roosevelt
The August 21, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
If there were a real Fountain of Youth, would you drink the water?
What price does wisdom ask?
It is the price of age
of growing old.
If a Fountain of Youth existed, would I drink the water? I have to admit that I would be tempted to take a sip or two, but it would be a spur of the moment reaction or the results of an insatiable curiosity. If I stopped to think about drinking from the fountain, I would have several questions about the side effects and the aftermath of drinking the water. Some of those questions are...
Would I loose all or part of the wisdom acquired in my 66 years on earth?
How many years of age and/or acquired wisdom would each sip remove?
Would I retain the memory of who I am and who my relatives are?
Would the water affect both my body and my mind?
Would drinking the water cause me to forget my past experiences?
Would the water have an effect on my personality and emotions?
How long would the effects of the water last?
If a Fountain of Youth existed, would I drink the water? No, not if I stopped to consider the consequences of my taking a sip from the fountain.
Age and wisdom instructs
and our minds.
Day by day,
week by week,
month by month,
year by year
our bodies age
as our minds acquire knowledge,
and our souls learn wisdom.
Quote of the Day: "There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age." - Sophia Loren
The August 20, 2013 Fiction Blog Prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
A fortune teller at the local county fair tells you two things. She tells you something good that will happen, and something awful that will happen.
What are these events or incidents?
I normally don't go to fortune tellers, but I had spent the entire day at the Clark County Fair and I was tired. I just wanted to sit down for a few minutes in a cool place and rest my aching legs. The only place I could find was in the fortune teller's hut. The sign on the front read "Madam Rosa, Know all and See all. Only $5.00 for a thirty minute reading."
Well, I thought as I opened the door and walked into the cool darkness. That's cheap for a thirty minutes off my feet. If I went to one of the fast food places, it would cost more then that with no guarantee of a seat.
"Welcome," Madam Rosa said. "Please sit down, Miss." She point to a wooden chair in front of a small circular oak table. In the center of the oak table was a crystal ball glowing with a rainbow light.
After I sit down, I took a five dollar bill out of my purse and placed it on the table next to the crystal ball. "What does my future hold?"
She waved her hand over the crystal, then she grinned. "I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"
"I'll take the bad news," I removed a small blank journal from my purse and a pen. I opened the journal to a blank page. "You can begin."
"Beware a pair of mourning doves,
They proclaim a returning love,
Seeking an item he thinks you stole,
So he can mend his torn soul."
I wrote the verse down, "Now what's the good news."
"Flight of seven coal black birds,
Foretells a gain from written words."
I wrote the down the couplet, "Thank you." I put my journal back in my purse and left the hut.
It is Monday, August 19, 2013. I don't know what the prompt is for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" , therefore, I will write about Monday.
You know its weird, but until I checked for that song I didn't remember it was The Mammas and The Papas who recorded it. I don't know who I thought recorded the song, I'm was sure it wasn't The Mammas and The Papas though. That just goes to show that memory isn't always right. Sometimes memory plays tricks on us human beings, which is the best reason I know for keeping a journal.
Of course, if you keep a journal of you life events then you have to remember which year a specific event took place. If you have problems remembering the year then you are in trouble discussing what really happened to you on a specific day. A journal would not have helped me remember who recorded Monday, Monday because I can't remember the year it was released or where I first heard it. Besides I was not into journaling or blogging or anything else that came close to those two terms. I think the only thing that interested me at that time was surviving either junior high or high school. I also had issues with spelling, which I still confront today, but that is a different blog entry.
I always liked the blues,
but Monday's not my favorite day,
so I think the color of Monday
should be changed to red
the color of danger.
Monday meant I had to go back to school
and grade school
wasn't my favorite place;
I don't think I liked
or high school any better.
I have some fond memories
of grade school,
and high school;
I also have some nightmare memories
of those years.
As I grow older,
the fond memories
are becoming clearer,
while the nightmares remain
The nightmare memories
are Monday memories
I am sure the all didn't
occur on Monday.
The fond memories
or Sunday memories
because the weekends
of my childhood
were seldom nightmares
or seldom boring,
Nightmare or boring
are memories I associate
with my school day.
|It is Sunday, August 18, 2013. I have no prompts from any of the blog groups, so this is going to be an off the cuff (well it can't be off the cuff because my dress doesn't have cuffs). This morning start out bright and beautiful, without a cloud in the sky. At least, I don't remember there being any clouds this morning. Sometime in the afternoon the clouds began rolling. I think they came in from the west, but since I have no sense of direction they could have rolled in from the east.
All afternoon, we had flash flood warnings and wind. Then thunder and lightning followed by rain. The flash flood warnings are off and the wind is variable. Fortunately, we didn't have 30 mph winds, which means the dying pine tree in my front yard is still standing and its limbs are still attached. If the limbs remain on the tree tonight then I will be able to get out of my driveway tomorrow. That will be good because I have the Feast of Asmá’ (Names) to attend tomorrow evening. I also need to go to the store because I'm about out of dish washing detergent. The bottle of dish soap I have is almost empty, if I am lucky I can wash one more sink of dishes.
I tried something different today. I poured a jar of borsch over some celery and heated it in the microwave. All right, I know that you are supposed to eat borsch cold, but I wanted celery soup. The only way I could fix celery soup was pour the borsch over the cut up celery and heat it in the microwave. It takes celery a long time to cook; of course, I'm not sure that this is how to make celery soup because I've never made it before. The only time I've fixed this type of soup was to purchase it in a can. I think I like my method better because the borsch makes the celery taste good without having to add a lot of salt and spices.
Besides the Nineteen Day Feast on Monday evening, I have two more meetings to attend. At least, I have two meetings to attend if I can remember what they are, they are both group meetings. I know where they are being held, but I can't remember what they are called. All right, the first is my every third Wednesday grief counseling meeting and the other is an Alzheimer's care giver group meeting.
The Alzheimer's Memory Walk is coming up in September. I think that's all I can write about it without crying. I need to do some more research on the walk before I can write any more about it.
The August 17, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Tell us about the craziest road trip you have taken, where did you go and with who? Did you think to yourself this is so worth it? Or did you regret doing the whole trip?
I am taking a break for the WDC Power Reviewer Backpack raid to respond to this prompt. This is the fifth break I have taken since beginning the raid review sometime early this morning. I can accomplish only two or three reviews before taking a break, since I completed fifteen reviews this is my fifth break. I did not set a specific goal for the number of reviews I need to complete before 11:59 PM on Sunday, August 18, instead I will do three reviews at a time before taking a break. My daily review goal is three reviews a day, so I am already twelve reviews over today's goal.
What is the craziest road trip I've ever taken? The components of the craziest road trip I've ever taken wee three cats in three carriers in the back of a hatchback and my mother and I in the front seat. Fortunately, the backseats of the hatchback laid down to make more room because there was three or four suite cases belonging to each of the humans plus two or three cat litter boxes and a bag or two of cat food. The water dishes for the cats were inside their carriers, but I or rather we did not put food in the cat carries because I did not want to clean food out of the water dish every time we stopped for a litter box break or a food break.
It was a short road trip because we were driving from San Diego (the San Diego Naval Base) to Las Vegas. The car had air conditioning, which did not overheat the engine as long as I did not turn it on in the city. We drove from Las Vegas to San Diego across the desert at nigh to pick up the cats. We also drove at night on the return trip, I don't remember if we used the air conditioning in the car or just rolled the windows down. It was late fall or early spring when we took this trip, so the desert nights were refreshing boardering on down right cold.
I've did a lot of weird and downright stupid things in my life. I'm not sure which category this road trip falls under, but it has to be one or both of those. The reason I say that is because a person who is directionally challenged should never attempt to drive across the desert from San Diego to Las Vegas without a GPS system (which weren't common in cars at the time) or a compass. Nor does it matter that I drove from Las Vegas to San Diego without getting lost or ending up on restricted government property, such as Area 51 or Groom Lake. None of that means a thing when you are driving from San Diego to Las Vegas with three cats and another human being in the car.
Anyway, I managed to get off the wonderful four lane interstate onto a two lane highway leading to nowhere. Well perhaps not "nowhere" because I think the lights we saw in the distance was the entrance to the military complex at Area 51. I didn't get that far because I decided to follow my gut instinct and turn around. Since there were no cars coming from either direction and there was a gravel shoulder to the road before you entered desert or a dry lake bed (Groom Lake) wasn't that dangerous. Anyway I got back to the four lane and checked my gas tank, which still had three quarters of a tank of gas.
I found a gas station, after turning off the four lane again and driving up a mountain. I put more gas in the car because I didn't know how far we were from Las Vegas and I didn't want to chance running out of gas in the desert. This decision was not the most intelligent or thought full decision I made on that trip. After leaving the gas station, I realized I had turned the wrong direction (again) and had to turn around on another dark as interstellar space two lane highway with one side dropping off into a canyon and the other side a shire mountain wall. I got turned around without backing off the cliff, running into the mountain, or encounter other drivers. I'm sure I didn't encounter other drivers on any two lane highway because I was probably the only driver on the road that night who had no sense of direction. Anyway, the cats, my mother, and I survived that trip without any more incidents and without encountering a UFO or any military vehicles.
driving without a crashing
into a mountain
or slipping into a canyon.
avoid two lane highways
because they can deceive
they are safe
or lead to your destination.
Thought of the Day: “The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.” - John Green, Paper Towns
The August 16, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
What do you remember about first days of school?
I went to Washington (I think that was the name of the school) Elementary in Blackwell, Oklahoma. The colors I associate with this school are green and brown because all the chalk boards were green and the playground was covered with brown hard dirt. The class rooms were set up so that each student has his or her own desk and chair, which was not attached to the desk. The tops of the desk were light brown or tan, but the undersides of the desk were black or at least appeared black when you had to crawl under them for protection.
The one of thing I remember from elementary school was the atomic bomb drills. Every month or so, we had to go through these drills conducted by our teachers, mostly women who were old enough to realize the folly of children teaching children that they could survive an atomic bomb by hiding under a wooden desk. At the time, most of the children were either too young to understand the absurdity of those drills or so happy not to have to listen to the teaching talking while attempting to write on the chalk board for fifteen to forty-five minutes that they never thought the exercise was absurd.
I also remember lunch because we did not have lunches served by the school, instead a parent (usually the mother) packed the child's lunch each morning. The lunch usually consisted of a peanut butter and jelly or a luncheon meat sandwich which was wrapped in a clear plastic wrap. The sandwich along with a couple Twinkies, a bag of potato chips, and a thermos of soup or some other hot liquid were placed in either a brown paper bag or a metal lunch pail. I also remember drinking chocolate milk at school, but I don't know if the school served the milk or my mother sent it with me in my lunch.
I have avoided discussing the playground until now. Recess was either fun, all right, or a pain in the ass. In grade school, recess was where the bullies practiced being bullies. It was also where the snobs practiced snobbery and best friendships were formed. Recess was the best and the worst time of grade school; especially in a small town that had railroad tracks dividing one class from another. Because I went to grade school in Blackwell, Oklahoma, I fully understand the concept of the "wrong side of the tracks" because while my parents lived on the "right side of the tracks" my grandparents lived on the "wrong side"; so it didn't really matter what side of the tracks my parents lived on.
What else do I remember about grade school? I remember that I knew a girl who, at least, once during that time believed there was going to be a war with soldiers marching in the streets of Blackwell. This made sense at the time because the main employer was a zinc smelter (I'm not quite sure who owned or managed it at the time). I remember that the business was a "good corporate citizen" because it gave sand to churches and schools to cover the ground. Never mind that the sand contained high levels of zinc which turned out to be dangerous to a person's health. This practice go the town on the "super fund site" list for environmental clean-up.
Then there was the monthly or perhaps weekly "spraying for mosquitoes", which was not supposed to have any effect on human beings. Anyway, the city government or whoever was responsible for that said it was all right for children to play outside while the "spraying trucks" went through the neighborhood. The weird thing is that the only time I remember seeing those damn trucks was when I was at my grandparents house. At the time, I thought they did it all through Blackwell, but now I am beginning to wonder about that. Maybe at 66 I'm more skeptical then I was at 6 years old.
The August 15, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
When was the last time you successfully tricked someone?
When was the last time I successfully tricked someone? I have no idea. I can't remember ever tricking anyone, which could mean that I have never tricked anyone or that it was so long ago, I don't remember when, where, or how I accomplished the feat.
I liked trick or treat!
Halloween was always neat,
with bags full of candy and other sweets.
When was the last time I tricked someone successfully? If I ever did succeed at tricking someone, it would have been on April Fools Day because I never, or at least I don't remember ever, tricking someone on Halloween. The reason for this is that Grandpa Frank always took us trick or treating on Halloween. Grandpa would not allow us to trick anyone even if the person didn't give us a treat.
On April Fools Day
it was always fun to play
a trick and then say
"Happy April Fools Day!"
Why can't I remember successfully tricking anyone? I supposes I could have tricked someone at or about and important event. That would explain why I can't remember successfully tricking anyone.
Thought of the Day: "How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events of a man's life, religiously preserve the merest trifles." - Richard Burton
The August 14, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Describe each day of the week as if it was a person. (I can't wait to read about Monday. )
Sunday is a beauty,
With an exquisite laugh,
Hair of gold and eyes of blue,
She strolls a reverent path.
Monday sees perfection,
In all of nature's gifts,
With auburn hair and eyes of brown,
He legs are long and swift.
Tuesday expresses grace,
In all she says or does,
With red hair and emerald eyes,
She proclaims God's love.
Wednesday looks for justice,
Through out all creation,
With raven hair and deep dark eyes,
He is devoted to exploration.
Thursday reflects majesty,
Through praise and gratitude,
With blond hair and brown eyes,
She strives for a spiritual attitude.
Friday struggles for independence,
With gray hair and ebony eyes,
He leads his army across the world,
So that freedom can thrive.
Saturday seeks glory,
But often falls quite short,
Then changes hair and eye color,
And sails to another port.
The August 13, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Write about an ordinary day or days.
I should post a warning before beginning this because it could very well turn into a rant. Lately my ordinary days have consisted of frustrations, attempting to get help when the funding is not available or there is a limit to how many people are helped in a month. I just posted a paragraph on face book about waiting on hold and the inability to get back on when I got tired and frustrated because I waited on hold an hour without anyone answering. I know what the problem is (at least I think I know) the assistance program limits the amount of people that it helps each day. It does this by putting anyone on hold who calls around 8:00 AM and keeping them on hold for an hour or two or until the person gets fed up with the stupid hold music, which is the same song over and over. I will attempt to contact them again on Wednesday and see if I can eventually get through (I doubt anyone gets through).
An ordinary day
is a pain,
a frustration of waiting
or getting a busy signal
because the organization has reached
its help limit.
I suppose I should get back to my rant about my ordinary day. I am tired of waiting in line or on hold (if I've written this before I'm sorry) to find out that there is a limit to the number of customers help in a day or that there is not more funding. I may not have electricity on Monday and there for no internet connection. I think I can live without the internet connection for a while or at least I hope I can. I'll still be pissed, but not about the internet connection. I have some money in the bank that I can use for a partial payment which the power company doesn't want to accept if I ask, but if I just make the payment then there isn't a hell of a lot they can do about it. They will still turn the electricity off, but at least I know I paid something.
An ordinary day
isn't what I want
I want a day
that is exceptionally good,
in which everything
or at least a few things
Perhaps the problem is my state of mind or my state of depression. It will all work out, I have to believe that somehow I will find the funding. I have to believe a miracle will occur. I have to look for the miracle or discover a way to some how raise the money by Friday or Saturday. I need to try the Energy Assistance Program number again even though it will be busy, I will just have to keep trying. In the morning, I will have everything I need to keep me occupied for two or three hours on hold. At least, I still have a land line so I don't have to use my cell phone because if I did, I would run out of minutes.
Maybe tomorrow or next week my ordinary day will be different. It could get better or it could get worse, but I doubt that it remains the some. That is one of the beautiful things about life, it changes. Sometimes the change is sudden and sometimes it is slow, but life never remains the same. I know I'm not going to let myself sink so I guess I better start swimming or at least dog paddling.
The August 12, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
If you could have any fictional character as a best friend, who would you choose? Why? What would that be like?
Weariness sets in
as I consider choosing
Maybe was the long day,
waiting in line to get in line
and then waiting in another
seemingly endless line.
Maybe it was thirty minutes
on the phone attempting
to get through a busy signal
and then finding out that
there was no more funding.
Maybe it was all those
or piling on top
of each other;
I am tired,
but I cannot sleep.
Who would I choose as a fantasy friend? I want a best friend who will take me away for all of this. I want a fantasy best fried who will sweep me off my feet or at least take to to a galaxy far far away. Would I choose Lando Calrissan? Would I choose Han Solo? Of course, if I were to choose on a different day then I might choose someone else. Would I choose Spoke? Would I choose Worf? I am not sure who I would choose, but I know it would be a science fiction character.
Thought of the day: "That's your best friend and your worst enemy - your own brain." - Fred Durst
The August 10, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
In my day, they were known as "cheap thrills" something that we did that was exciting but did not give real satisfaction. Share with us some of your favorite cheap thrills If they are called something else now, share that too!.
Can anything be called cheap anymore?
Even something exciting
that doesn't give you any satisfaction
cost (at the very least)
the price of a tank of gas.
when I was young and inexperienced
in the ways of the world
was filling up Grandpa's car with gas
and going to a drive in movie
or (at Christmas)
driving through the wealthy neighborhoods
admiring the houses
all decked out for Santa Claus.
today is anything
that I can do at home
which doesn't cost more
then a tank of gas.
Then there was the other definition of cheap thrills, which I didn't learn about until I enter junior high (middle school) or high school. That definition concerned doing something you weren't supposed to do. In Blackwell, this included going to the Diversion Dam and smoking weed among other things such as having an older person purchase a six-pack of beer, etc. These cheap thrills could get a person into real trouble if caught. Of course today, these cheap thrills are quite a bit more expensive then when I was in junior high (Blackwell) or high school (Shawnee) in Oklahoma.
The July 9, 2013 prompt "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
What is your favorite type of music?
What is my favorite type of music? The type I can hear! This isn't the expected answer, but that is the only way I can explain my favorite type of music because I like several different types, but I don't think I have a favorite. I grew up hearing gospel and country. For years those were my favorite, but then I begin listening to classical, jazz, and other types of music. I enjoy listening to all types of music, I even listen to gangster music; all though it isn't my favorite, but I will listen to it because I think a person should keep an open mind when it comes to music and the arts.
For me, music is a way to open the channels to my muse. If I just listen to one type of music then that encourages ruts and writer's block. I have enough difficulty with writer's block as it is without encouraging it by listening to a specific type of music. Music has a two fold purpose, first it is the language of the soul and second it reflects the age and the culture in which it was created. In order to understand a culture, an age in history, or a religion a person has to listen to its music. Music is a dynamic and every changing language, which reflects both the good and the evil in society.
Maybe it's the sound of the trumpet,
but when I hear Wynton Marsalis
I am mesmerized by the notes
caressing my mind.
I don't have a favorite type of music, but I do have favorite songs and favorite musical artist. Two of my favorites are Wynton Marsalis and other is Eric Clapton. I like so many songs and musicians that I can't name them all in one post, so I will close now with a musical video that expresses some of my feelings about music.
The August 8, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Describe your favorite setting and why? Is it early morning? Mid- afternoon? Is it sunset? The middle of the night?
The first rays of dawn
scatter the blue light of day
across Las Vegas.
Early morning clouds
become scarlet pools of blood
above the mountains.
The grave yard shift clocks out and the day shift clocks in. The heartbeat of the city increases and the tourist cautiously exit their hotel rooms. A local news reporter discusses a shooting in a residential neighborhood with a police officer. She asks if the shooting was gang related, but the police are still investigating and have no suspects. All that is known (at least by those watching the news program) is that two people are in serious condition at a local hospital and a third victim is in the morgue. The names of the victims are being with held until the families can be notified.
wake up cautiously slowly,
but the city never sleeps.
Las Vegas yawns as it sips
morning's bright coffee.
Illusions and reality collide as the city pushes its suburbs farther and farther into the desert and up the sides of mountains. Coyotes prowl, both gated and ungated suburban communities, looking for easy prey in domesticated animals. These newly paved streets and manicured lawns were once their hunting grounds; therefore, they ignore the rules of civilization and leave their scat4 scattered on lawns and sidewalks with the bones of last night dinner. People complain to animal control, their local politicians, and police, whose only options are live traps or a shoot to kill policy. Is it possible that chronic sleep deprivation has made the city forget that it is the invader and not the coyotes?
Thought of the Day: "Las Vegas is a 24-hour city. It never stops." - Eli Roth
The August 7, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Have you ever seen any Disney movies? If so, which is your favorite?
Alternate Prompt For Those Who Have Never Seen A Disney Movie: What is your favorite movie?
Maybe it's the crowd and the chocolate,
Or the over sized soda that I like;
Viewing videos at home just isn't fun.
I like sitting in a theater seat,
Eating a gigantic tub of popcorn and
Sipping a Pepsi while I watch...
Have I ever seen any Disney movies? Several! The movies I remember most are (1) Snow White and (2) The Sorcerer's Apprentice. I remember Snow White because of a scene showing the wicked queen and the magic mirror. I remember The Sorcerer's Apprentice because of a scene with dancing brooms. I always wanted a dancing broom to sweep my floor and I wouldn't mind a dancing mop to mop it.
On To Other News
I joined writing.com on October 31, 2002, since that date I have give 6,002 reviews and 5,923 ratings. I attempt to do at least three reviews a day, which lately has been difficulty because of depression and lack of concentration, which I think has to do with the depression. Sometimes it's difficult to get off the couch either because of the depression or because my left knee hurts when I attempt to stand up, which may contribute to the depression. I have always disliked talking way I feel, I don't mind writing about the depression and the darkness. I have an off line journal that I use for that, I write letters to dead people about the way I feel. I'm not sure why I chose this method of dealing with it; however, lately I've found it difficult to do that.
At this moment, I'm not depressed. I was depressed earlier this morning, but after saying some prayers and putting the dishes in the sink to soak I feel better. I know I need to contact my doctor about this, but the prospects of taking more medication just doesn't appeal to me right now. I have difficulty enough with the four or five meds I take now. I take four every day and one when the pain becomes too difficult to bear. The problem with the pain medication is that I have to take it with food, so I can't take it when I get up. When I get up I have to take the thyroid medication and then wait about an hour before I eat or dink anything except water.
is a way of training the mind
while placing everything
in the hands
of a higher power.
Thought of the Day: "The other thing is that if you rely solely on medication to manage depression or anxiety, for example, you have done nothing to train the mind, so that when you come off the medication, you are just as vulnerable to a relapse as though you had never taken the medication." - Daniel Goleman
The August 6, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Clothing is a paradox, it both covers and reveals a lot about us. Do you notice what other people wear?
Think about the last person you saw, can you recall something about his or her clothing? In how much detail?
Clothing covers my naked body,
Long dresses conceal my varicose veins,
Oranges and reds scatter depression,
There are some fashion statement I will not make,
High heels are foot ware out of my past,
I do not wear bikini or thong underwear,
No clothing that's tight or too revealing, because
Gravity has stolen my firm and pert body parts.
Perhaps it would be better to change the way I dress,
A different color or style of garment might other people impress,
Red is beautiful or was it a deep scarlet before it faded to orange,
Are others thinking I'm to poor to afford another style?
Does my wearing the same dress everyday cause them frown or smile?
One or two new dresses or skirt are all I need, with
Xtra blouses, belts, and hats to make different outfits.
Do I notice what other people are wearing? Yes, I usually notice what other people wear. I am especially aware of ties, unfortunately men don't wear many ties any more. A nice looking tie on a guy wearing a suit impress me. I don't notice the suit as much as I notice the ties. I also notice what women wear, especially the shoes. I notice if the shoes match a woman's dress and if they are high heels, flats, flip flops, or boots. I also notice if a woman is wearing a nice hat to go with here dress or her shoes. I don't notice a man's hat as much as I do a woman's hat.
What was the last person I saw wearing? The last person I saw yesterday was the postman and he was wearing his normal summer uniform. I believe he had light tan shorts and a blue or bluish shirt.
Thought of the Day: “Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.” ― Mark Twain