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Forget-Me-Not

Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided. For the next several weeks our prompts will be Alaska themed. This week’s prompt is the state flower: Forget-me-not.

                                Forget Me Not

                                            

How could I?  Your bold blue color is my favorite of all colors. When I look at you, I see the twinkle in your eye -that only my eye can see and I humbly say to you… forget me not…for you are my reflection of myself.

Posted in Current Events

The Break-Up

If you’re not a fan/follower, you should be! Take a look at this and you’ll see what I mean—

THE OBSESSIVE WRITER

She decided to bite the bullet and return his things.

T-shirts, Keys and a lot of memories were packed.

Just as she started to walk away from his door where she had dropped off the boxes, her phone chimed.

“What about my heart?”,read the text message.

© Abirami

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The 8 (most) FAQ About My Biracial Children…

The 8 (most) FAQ about my biracial children AND the 8 answers they never saw coming—

    (plus 2 bonus comments and the responses they elicited)

  1. Q: Who she get them blue eyes from?

         A:     She got em from Massa

  1. Q: Who baby you done stole?

           A:     I found her in a basket down by the Nile river, don’t tell nobody, ok?

  1. Q: She so pretty, she mixed?

           A:     Are you?

  1. Q: What she mixed wit?

          A:     Puppy and dolphin

  1. Q:     Where did she get all that curly hair?

          A:     It’s a wig, she’s really a boy

  1. Q: Oooh, who her daddy is?

          A:     Jesus

  1. Q: Her daddy white?

          A:     I don’t know, I took her out of somebody’s shopping basket

  1. Q: That’s yo baby?

         A:     No, it’s my puppy.

               Bonus 1: “What a beautiful child. You must be so proud”

                                “Yes’sum, and Massa is too!”

 

              Bonus 2: “Oh my, she’s so neat and clean”

                             “Thank you ma’am, I tries real hard.”     

 

                                                Moral of this story:

                          Don’t come for me if I don’t send for you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Current Events, Living my life like it's golden

Was This A Trick Question?

 

True Story—

 

While in tenth grade, my religion teacher, Sister Francine, asked the class to take out 5 sheets of paper and make a list of the 5 most important things in our lives. We were told that we could talk among ourselves and that we had 10 minutes. Some of my classmates were still in that “I hate my parents” stage. I guess I’d either passed through it or never experienced it because my mom was at the top of my list. Next on my list were my brothers, my friends, Gidgette, my poodle, and my grandmother.

When the time was up, Sister Francine walked to the front of the class and put a record on the turntable. I don’t remember what the song was, but I do remember it being something slow and pretty. Our instructions were simple: as we listened to the music we were to go to the garbage can and place the pieces of paper in it –one at a time- throwing each piece away signified letting go of that person or thing forever in order to follow God. As I think back, that had to be the hardest day of my high school career. Most of my friends and I were basket cases.

Here’s how it went:

Letting go of Gidgette was truly gut wrenching. After all, I’d had her since I was eight years old and she was the guardian of my lunch. Every morning after I prepared and bagged lunches for my brothers and me, Gidgette would sit next to mine on the ottoman and stop my brothers from switching bags. I always put the best snacks in my bag. That, in and of itself, should explain why it was so hard to choose between letting go of Gidgette and letting go of grandma. I was the difficult teenager and she was the nosey grandmother who gossiped all day with her old lady friends and told my mom everything she “thought” I was doing.  So no brainer, right?!

I also had trouble deciding between my brothers and my friends because my brothers were … well they were my brothers… we aggravated one another and we told on one another and/but we loved one another. I couldn’t begin to imagine my life without “the boys” in it. They were my first friends. I think I trashed my other friends before my brothers, but nonetheless, the tears flowed freely as I stepped up to the garbage can.*Note to my brothers: Rick and Ray if you ever read this you should feel very good about yourselves because you made it through the first three cuts. (LOL). I would like to send out a sincere apology to my tenth grade friends. It’s a good thing your lives didn’t depend on the order of things that day!

Last, but obviously not least, was the piece of paper with those eight simple letters written on it…M-Y-M-O-T-H-E-R… my mother. What did I do? I held on and I cried. The bell rang and I was still holding on to that silly piece of paper that meant more than the world to me. Several of my friends, male and female, were in the same boat. We couldn’t let go. Truth be known, I probably still have that piece of paper tucked away in my old religion book.

Talk about a trick question for a kid!

**Dear Sister Francine, because of you, I never stray too far from the sidewalk, because of you I learned to play on the safe side… you know the rest!

 

Posted in Current Events

Creative Storytelling with Sally and Friends

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Hi folks, check this out…it’s a story writing idea where we write stories -together-

Follow these instructions and let’s see what happens…

Instructions:

  • add to the story (preferably in paragraph form) in the comments section (your addition can be funny, sarcastic, cynical, sad, serious, sexual and/or anything you’d like it to be) and add a link to your blog
  • I will copy and paste your paragraphs and re-publish the story as it unfolds which will provide new prompts regularly
  • invite others to join us by specifically selecting as many of them as you’d like
  • check back and add on as often as you’d like
  • tag your post
  • To make it easy for others to see what we’re writing use “Creative Story Telling with Sally and Friends” as your title if you post it on your blog or tag it “CST”
  • Remember to follow my blog for the new story prompts which will post bi-weekly.

Now let’s see how creative we can be—-

Today’s prompt:

Today a group of ladies were standing around the water cooler talking about one of those reality TV shows. Since I’m not a fan, I filled my cup and went back to my cubicle, which apparently was not the right thing to do. I’d been back at my desk for a few moments when Mona, the “office mom”, stopped by to ask if I was feeling bad or if I was simply being anti-social. In my true to form sarcastic tone, and without even turning to look at her, I said “why yes Mona”.

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Below you’ll find a list of blogs I’ve tapped to join in. If I tapped you, it’s because there’s

just something about you… (: If I didn’t, you should stick around, your day is coming!

Now get writing and add your twist to the prompt then go visit the folks I tapped and you’ll soon find out why I tapped them——

 

 

Posted in Laughter, Living my life like it's golden

Young Teen v. Old Mom

Heeeeyyyyyy Folks!!!!

      So it’s my young teen’s first day back at school.  Those of you who follow my blog know my struggles. She’s a 13 year old genius (in her own mind) who would rather than sleep than eat. Anyone who just joined our “already in progress lives” can click on the links below and be brought up to speed—

As I was saying, it’s her first day back at school and while most folks get great “first day back at school” pics, my young teen refused to cooperate this morning. Not only was she not in a great mood, she even said, “ma, can you please not yell all that -have a good day and I love you stuff- when you drive off?” Wow! Yep, my feelings were hurt… but not really. I realize she’e growing up and she’s easily embarrassed.

So, she wouldn’t let me take a “first day…” pic and she didn’t want me to yell out the window— In my quest to be like millions of other parents today and post a pic I decided to share this one…IMG_4495 (1).jpg

Can anyone guess the significance?

    *hint- I think it has something to do with her grouchy, “first day back” attitude.

           I think the score is now tied!! LMAO  

                                             Young Teen -1    Old Mom -1

 https://runawaynunsandleprechauns.com/2017/08/06/young-teen-v-old-mom-young-teen-1-old-mom-0

https://runawaynunsandleprechauns.com/2017/08/06/ma-thats-not-faaaaiiiir

https://runawaynunsandleprechauns.com/2017/08/06/my-familys-rebuttal

Stay tuned for more episodes of   Young Teen V. Old Mom

 

Posted in Current Events, Living my life like it's golden

“ThToTwTu” TONGUE TWISTERS

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https://positivelyappealing.wordpress.com/2017/08/01/themed-tongue-twisters-for-august/

Check this out— It’s a challenge where you write a tongue-twister using a specific prompt.

Click the above link to get the details.

The prompt for the month of August is ‘cooking/baking’.

Here’s what I came up with:

 

baby bananas are better barely battered and baked who took the barely battered and baked baby bananas?