Free Floating Friday…

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I don’t know about you, but I have those days where I feel like just floating through much of the boulders that life leaves dangling above me, just waiting to splash down either on or near my tiny raft floating along on my journey down its’ river.

I seek the solace of drifting… coasting past things that I’ve nearly avoided running into along my path. If any water splashes in, well, I have a cup that I can use to just scoop it back up and throw it out the side of my floaty chair.

I plan to ride this raft all the way through to the new year, calmly and quietly, gaining strength and energy for the rapids that the new year will most certainly bring along my way. No worries… I am using this time to refresh my first-aid kit, resupply my energy bars and add to my repair kits, for any unsightly leaks occurring up ahead in 2024. 

I was born for this wild ride of life… I mean come on, my name is WIWOHKA! Water has been in my blood from birth! With a voice like a raging river, my character must be made of a very tear or puncture resistant material that can hold up to all the slamming against the worlds rocky edges! Again, I remind you that I am GOD tough… and not by my own strength, but His! 

With all this tough talk splashing around, this girl does get tired, sore, and in need of some respite here and there. Today is the HERE part, and you may see me do it again down the road a bit in the THERE of 2024. I think everyone should treat themselves to a Free Floating Friday every now and again. Who knows, maybe we will bump ores somewhere along the journey…

Take a Wild Guess…

Brutus is ready for some Rugby action!

Daily writing prompt
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?

He can even change his colors if needed…

When I told him about the idea, he was green with envy over the mascot position, so I hired him for the job!

Once he turned green it was perfect for the color choices because of the holidays and all…

Adding the red and purple as our team colors seemed perfectly natural. 

Brutus found a friend and asked if I would make her a shirt too… Meet Dinky! She follows Brutus all over the rugby field and copies everything he does. I think she’s adorable don’t you?

She is still too small to be out on the field without getting trampled by accident, so Brutus will do all that part.

Brutus wanted the number 8 for his Jersey, to match the number of horns on his forehead. If you count more or less than that, please don’t say anything to him, because he is so excited! 

At his request, we named our rugby team the Dangerous Dragons… it may not seem like a great name, but the other two choices Brutus came up with were not very appealing. The first was Dragon Ballers and the second was Dirty Dragons and neither seemed appropriate, so Dangerous Dragons it is…

Here’s a cookie…

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Please eat them and help me get them out of my virtual house… you know how it is with Holiday Leftovers.

I’m Standing Down…

Daily writing prompt
How have your political views changed over time?

I am choosing to stand down on this daily prompt, as my attitude towards our Government and Politics is tenuous at best!

So that I can retain my commitment to keep it healthy and not flippant in what I write for responses, I am stepping down from my opinion box.

As they taught us in school as children, if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all…

Here, have a cookie…

Thoughtful Thursday…

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I have an idea that managed to get dropped into my think tank sometime in the last few weeks. I can’t really tell you what the idea is, first of all, because it is still swirling around in there looking for a place to settle into… and secondly, because some ideas are better once they have been birthed into a real thing. If I shared what I am thinking before it has time to define itself, it usually comes out sort of ridiculous and get’s lost in the telling … no no no says I!

Sometimes, it is better to be an Idea Savings Account, than an Idea Mr. Microphone, if you get my drift!

These last few weeks have felt somewhat like a furnace, as far as survival goes, but I’m made of tough fibers… have been since birth! I’m almost beginning to think that I write better under pressure or heavy flames. I’m actually getting to the point that I seldom flinch from the sparks that can sometimes singe my soul… and I honestly don’t seek to know why anymore. 

In the bible, Hebrews 11:1-3 says,

With this truth in mind, I am getting better at walking just one day at a time… there is a sweet peace in this type of surrender that is beyond words. 

I cannot describe this place of the heart, as it is a very personal and intimate place within my spirit that only God dwells. Everyone has this place so don’t feel left out! I want to share one of my favorite verses with you, as it confirms my belief in this place within each of us…

I know I could have just shared the little bit in the middle, but I love this verse and wanted you to read it in its whole form… besides, this is my blog and this IS Thoughtful Thursday! Who else’s thoughts would you expect to find in here, right?!

There’s No Place Like Home…

I don’t know about any of you, but I always wanted to get picked up and swirled into a different land, just like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. I dreamt of it often when I was small, just as it looked in Oz. As I grew up, obviously I didn’t keep dreaming the idea of a child, so the dream began to morph somewhat, or mature, if you will. I’ve never really shared with anyone what this dream looks like, but now thanks to my AI tool, I think I just might be able to do this very thing.

Daily writing prompt
You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

When I was small, I don’t think I dreamt of books or writing journals, but as I began discovering my love for literature in all forms, I think this was where my vision of a safe harbor began to change…

In the beginning, it was just me myself and I… alone, but safe in a place of peace and happiness.

The dream seemed lonely to just hang around a barn in the country all by myself, so I started imagining things nearby to interact with if it became too quiet.

After a time, as I began reading more and more… I began to desire more close company when I went to this oasis of peace. So I invited a friend…

Once I did that… well, all the doors flew off my barn and in came more inspiration. I had read every one of Louis Lamour’s stories by then…

As my love for books and stories began to shift towards creating my own adventures, my safe haven morphed somewhat into a farmyard menagerie…

This secret place was where I often went for peace and calm, when my world felt overly chaotic. I never stopped dreaming about this secret place, though now it is much simpler and less scattered… maybe because I started writing out everything that was in my head and heart.

I will now show you my safe haven, in a way that I currently would dream it, if I could bring it to fruition as a book nook. 

This would now be the front yard or entryway, since my foals grew too big for the back of the stable. They take lawn management very seriously, hence the nicely clipped grass…

This is my nook where I would spend my work hours…

I will never be bored or lonely from my time in this hidden oasis for creative writing… no no… you still need to come and see who is in the back yard.

Brutus can easily come in or out through that window I left open for him.

There you have it folks, my perfect place to read and write… I think this is totally doable!

Here, have a cookie…

Wednesday One liner…

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What happens to an illegally parked frog? He gets TOAD away!

Your Welcome!

I like Big Trucks and I Can Not Lie…

I like them big… loud, and able to take a hit or two! 

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Daily writing prompt
What is your all time favorite automobile?

I don’t need them new, I don’t want em pretty… I want dirt, mud and chips in the windshield! You see all these commercials for some pretty beautiful rigs, but I highly doubt anyone who just dropped 60 to 80k will be playing in the mud much! Every single bump and ding just brings up dollar signs for at least the first two years. 

Now, I didn’t say there was anything bad about those newer trucks… they are gorgeous, really! But this girl always thinks ahead, when it comes to the long run… sometimes good ole fashioned farm trucks will do the trick… they can take a hit from a bull, haul tons of hay, roll right on through the mud, and when they break down… the engine is simple enough to work on yourself with minimal tools and solid parts. 

I’m gonna let it all hang out on this one… I am a country girl… all the way down the lane to the farm! I did my fair share of cow tipping and Snype hunting as a kid… yup, that was me growing up! Now, when you hear me say that I am made GOD tough… you get where the reference was from… this tiny lady is corn fed, tough as nails, born for the wilds, and not in the least sorry!

Putting me in a pretty little sports car is laughable… I’d either break one of the dials in the first five minutes, or spill my fries right down between the two front seats!

For the sake of the vehicle, as well as my peace of mind, just put me in something big and tough… you don’t even have to paint it, cause I’d have fun splashing it with a can of old tractor paint out of the barn. This is also a great deterrent to thieves. IF they got past my oversized guard dogs, if they didn’t know the trick to starting the engine with the screwdriver laying on the floorboard… well, it would be a long and cold night out in that barn… hehehehehehehe!

Here, have a cookie…

Traveling Tuesday…

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Not my traveling… I stayed home. For many others, however, today is probably both a traveling and recuperating day. The week between Christmas and New Years is always a bit of a blur, if you ask my opinion. 

There’s always the clean up, which can be quite daunting if you have a large family that gathered. If you aren’t the party host, you still have to take all your holiday booty home and find a place to stuff it! 

There are leftover Divas making Pinterest presentable dishes for posting, belated Christmas gift exchanges, half hearted attempts at returning to work, and preparations for all our last hoorah’s on the last night of the year. New Years Resolution lists will be forthcoming for most by the next morning!

While there was no traveling, or partying, I am still feeling exhausted… I didn’t even do anything.

My coffee just beeped, so I’m gonna enjoy my first cup of Jo for the morning. After that… who knows.

***Merry Monday Christmas Morning Special***

Sharing…

For myself personally, the only thing worth looking back on in 1968 would be birthdays… I share a birth year with Lisa Marie, Brendan Frazier, Hugh Jackman, Gillian Anderson, and Will Smith among others.

Daily writing prompt
Share what you know about the year you were born.

When I saw the prompt today, I had to actually go to the Internet for information… don’t judge… many humans avoid thinking on and remembering things from 1968… dark times for us as well as North Korea and Vietnam. 

Since it is the season of Good Will to all Men, I won’t go into the distasteful part of that years World History. Instead, I shall stay with the light and fluffy things of my birth year.

Speaking of light and fluffy… we did get our first 747 off the ground that year, as well as getting Apollo 8 all the way round the moon. That is a part of history that I can think back on with National Pride and good feelings, how bout you?

Probably the best thing to end my recollections of 1968 is this clip from Google… lucky number 7

” 7. November 22: “Star Trek” airs American television’s first interracial kiss

In 1968 "Star Trek" actors Nichelle Nichols and William Shatner performed the first interracial kiss on American TV.

In 1968 “Star Trek” actors Nichelle Nichols and William Shatner performed the first interracial kiss on American TV. CBS via Getty Images

In an episode of TV’s original “Star Trek” entitled “Plato’s Stepchildren,” the crew aboard the Starship Enterprise became enslaved by humanoid Platonians, who possessed a telekinetic ability to force them to do anything the Platonians wanted them to do. “

That sent the world spinning off its axis for a good bit… but time waits for no man as they say, and here we are today watching all sorts of TMI, and we don’t even need a TVs to do it…

Here, have a cookie…