Don’t assume that the propane tank has enough left for a whole hot shower…
and on a bonus note,
Yes it is quite possible, for one to smack a knee and face simultaneously, while showering in cold water!
Note To Self…
Category: babies
Hoomans…
I have always been incredibly curious about how we humans display and understand things like laughter…
Or Anger…
or Fear…
Also, there is so much to learn about Love…
and Family…
Pain is a curious thing too…
so is Sorrow…
Life it seems, is bitter sweet.
Humans are a mixed pot… coming in all shapes and sizes, personalities, stories…
The nearest I have come to understanding humanity, is that we need each other! Whether good or bad, happy or sad, we share this world together…
I am sort of seeing an interesting thought occur, as I ponder the way hoomans behave… When one soul helps another through the bad, it is not so bad… sharing another souls joy makes it more joyful… the together part might be the balancing weight on the Scales of Life…
Like I said, I am curious… I haven’t like figured it all out, or anything…
Here, have some 25 year old ice cream… but we have to share, on account of all the sharing I made reference to…
A Pretty Flower for you…
Remember, simply pick the one you think was the best autogenerated edit.
This is the original photo, taken while in Hawaii years back…
And away you go…
1. Slate
2. Sauna
3. Sahara
4. Arctic
For anyone wishing to see last weeks results…
A.2. Rouge
Here is our winner…
Ummmmm… NO…
I said no for a very important reason, by the way, as Kindness should never, ever, and under no circumstances be referred to as random…
Since when did it become a thing that we get to choose to do, and then tell others about it? I think that we have enough budding journalists and photographers out there capturing these things on camera. I typed in the word Kindness and the pictures poured in, so there is plenty of evidence, and that makes me smile.
Now, based on my explanation of why I will not answer the prompt, I will attempt to rewrite the prompt for myself…
Write about a random act of kindness you’ve seen someone do.
I love seeing when they start the pay it forward thing at many of the different drive thru’s… though, I would much prefer to see stories of pay it forward at the grocery store, or maybe a doctors office, but I guess that is not very realistic. I have actually had someone walk up and swipe their debit card for mine, when my card was declined… I mean, I know it was only a few dollars, but still…
I know it can be irritating and disruptive to traffic, when people stand at the off ramp, or at the entrance to the mall. It is very easy to judge, or even be offended at the way in which a person will seek help, but come on… how hard is it, if you have spare change or a buck in your pocket, to roll your window down and give… or here is a novel idea, how bout pulling over, getting out of your car and giving. I know, FEAR!
I am seeing it like a disease, of late… no one seems to trust anyone, always expecting the worse from others, and sometimes this is true I suppose, but not always… discernment is an important quality to attain. Perhaps if we had more of this skill, sprinkle it with a bit of wisdom, and of course, we gots ta add some Faith in there… maybe, just maybe, we can make a difference in the world around us.
Let’s turn things upside down, and start looking around. I want to seek out what is doable in the actual kindness department, and make a point to NOT just do it randomly… I think I am full up, on just doing things when I feel like it, cause I will be honest with you, I am a hooman bean…
IMA BEE BRAVE!
Yes, I am feeling sassy this morning… ergo all of my purposeful misspells and quirky word usage. Surely, you have noticed my passion for giving and being kind. There are so many of you out there, that give out of their hearts all the time, and I am so grateful for each and every one of you… this world still holds a great amount of hope, love, laughter and KINDNESS to be shared.
I am so glad you read to the end, because this is where all the cookies are…
**Dear WordPress Prompt writers, please take no offense at my rewrite of you thingie, but I couldn’t help myself. I am actually very grateful for your prompts, as they draw me out of my musings, and pull me into my creative side. Your questions always give rise to either my funny side, or the sassy one; bringing me to a place of thinking outside a box. Thank you, and please take one of the above cookies.**
Oh My Goodness…
Now I’ve gone and done it…
I call them BB Bombs!
Ladies and Gentlemen, though they may not look too glamorous, let me assure you, these little Diamonds in the rough fully live up to their name…
God Bless you Ninja Foodi! You can see it, right behind me, on the counter…
They are THE Bomb! All you need is a can of premade biscuit dough, and your favorite filling…
Can of biscuits, my eye! Heavenly premade dough, pillowy soft and fluffy… I dropped a chunk of butter and a spoon of brown sugar, into the center of each biscuit. Then I just sealed it in, like a pocket. Here is where my Ninja brought home a win… I baked them for about 12 – 15 minutes, on the bake / roast setting…
BB Bombs (Brown Sugar + Butter = Bomb)! Bon Appetite!
They tasted like an ooey gooey donut!
If you wish, you can simply switch out the filling for anything you wish, but the name would have to match… like Apple Bomb, or Peach Bomb, or for the savory side, make some Mozzarella Bombs. Now you see where this could go…
Your Welcome…
P.S. My other favorites are Cherry, Apple, and PB & J Bombs.
No judging allowed, it’s all about the RV life baby!
Your Turn…
I have a distinct memory of a recent question prompt that asked me to describe myself, or something like that anyways. After I thought about my earlier answer, I wondered if my first description would be enough information for somebody who couldn’t take a look.
The only thing I would change regarding my tag lines, if you will, would be to further explain things a bit…
Like the part about me being a Chatty Cathy Doll… I am actually like a chatty doll that makes others smile and laugh with my incessant babbling… oh, and I lost the string from my back, so you just have to gently poke me instead, and I will start right up!
If I were to add anything to the part about me being a Loud Mouthed Frog, well, it would be that I am the kind of frog that tries to carry all the little ones on my back, since they are not big enough to go it alone yet, you know what I mean?
Now, before I leave the goodies for everyone, I am kind of curious as to the accuracy of my descriptors. How close would you say I am to being accurate? Please don’t feel obligated to comment a bunch of fluff, cause I know you love me already, but I am actually curious about how close I am to what others might see.
Pancakes… mmmmmmmm….
Bacon and Eggs…
And of course, Strawberry Scones… I spare no expense for you all…
Investigating Truths…
Just a Bag Part 5
Oh dear… this is not at all what I had been expecting, if truth be told! While I dreamt of the scene we would be encountering, I had not anticipated things to look so different, once we arrived. This is an absolute mess! The cart has been smashed, along with the crate that has been resting at the back. Whatever was inside the crate has either been crushed or strewn about the area. What a waste…
Chris, would you be kind enough to collect the note lying near the cart, yes, there underneath that broken fruit basket… Thank you, you are looking cheerful this morning, by the way. You always seem to be smiling at people; ready and willing to jump in and lend a hand. Though you do not say anything with words, I often know what you are thinking. When I look into your eyes, there is an ocean of gentleness. Always eager to love and give of yourself, sometimes sacrificing a bit too much… leaving you unable to speak.
The strange thing is though, I have heard you singing when you thought you were alone on the path. I heard you singing softly to yourself just the other day, in fact, and it was the sweetest sound. Once others approached you, however, only silence and a bright smile greeted them. I think you are with us for a special purpose, perhaps to locate where you voice went, perhaps not… we shall see.
According to the note, the cart had been bound for a small village, further to the west. Due to an unforeseen injury, the carts’ owner had to be rushed to the village for immediate medical attention…. (murmering) … oh bother…
Here! It would simply be easier to show you the note, instead of reading it out loud…
To Whomever finds this note,
I must leave this message in hopes that it finds its way into the hands of an honest soul. I was en route to deliver these supplies, when my cart hit a rock on the path, splitting the back wheel of my cart. From there, things went from bad to worse. When the wheel snapped, it startled Noclue, my pony, sending him running off down the trail.
With a shot, he was off… pulling the reins along with him, as he went. This sudden bolt yanked me from the cart, before I had the good sense to let go of the reins, and landed me in the dirt. I lay there for some time, unable to move, until a passerby took pity on me, loading me onto their cart and transporting me on to the village, where there is a physician for mending my injuries.
Unfortunately, there was not enough room for the crate of supplies, so it had to be left behind. It is of the utmost importance that these supplies be delivered here for the villagers, as they are rebuilding everything, after a devastating attack by bandits. The crops were burnt, homes were crushed, and the larders were pillaged by the attacking horde.
I beseech you, whoever you may be, make haste with these life saving supplies. If you would gather the crate, and deliver it just down the trail here to the village, I will happily reward you for your efforts. I do not have much gold, but I will give you all that I have, if only you would lend your aid. This simply must be done, in order that healing can begin within this valley.
Sincerely,
Abbot Belfrey
P.S. You may have also noticed the basket of costumes within the crate… ummm… I forgot to mention, the villagers are terrified of outsiders, and with good reason. The only way one can enter, is by donning a costume and carrying on as if one belongs at a party, a traveling party… with a cart… a bright, colorful, and fun looking cart. The villagers, you see, are Otterfolk! Yes, this old man has compassion for all the living creatures of this valley. These folk love anything musical and/or funny… by gollie, it does the trick every time. I have faith in you… I know you can do it… Good Luck!
So, while you were reading the note, I took it upon myself to look around at some of the things strewn about on the ground, around the cart and near the broken crate. There is not a lot to go on, so we are going to have to brainstorm as to what a village of otters might need. Thank goodness we all have our bags, because I have a feeling they will be needed to fill this order.
And any suggestions regarding who wants to do what, in our little ensemble would be greatly appreciated. I for one vote Chris to lead the singing part, so as to keep our musical performance on key. Use your bag to touch base with me on the lyrics, and assigning places. Oh, Crocket, do you think you could repair the wheel of the cart? You should find any tools needed, again, within your bag. Liz, I was also hoping that you and Willow, could both work on stitching together a new colorful canopy, for the top of the cart?
What else might I be overlooking before we set about getting everyone put together for this, ummm, Troupe? My guess is that we have fun, but also be respectful to these small ones… I know they will be short and playful, but other than that, I don’t have a clue how we should do this…
Chain Breaker…
No, this is not me… It does bring a picture to your minds eye, though.
According to the web…
Webster’s defines Tradition as, “an inherited, established, or customary pattern of thought, action, or behavior (such as a religious practice or a social custom) b. : a belief or story or a body of beliefs or stories relating to the past that are commonly accepted as historical though not verifiable.
I do believe in the value and importance of traditions, and for the most part it benefits the generations that follow suit… However…
There are souls in this world that get lost along the way, warping family traditions with generational bondage, and then proceed to instill that into their offspring instead of healthy values.
Again, according to Merriam Webster, the short definition of Bondage is, “the tenure or service of a villein, a serf, or an enslaved person”.
There was once a man and a woman, both with baggage (bondage)…
They came together, bore children, and so began the traditions…
Of the offspring, some still wander the wilderness in tradition…
Some self destructed and wasted away, back to the earth…
Then came ME…
The Almighty, and the world around me formed something else…
I was chosen, set apart, and passionately pursued by the Creator of the World…
He lifted me up and out of Tradition…
I am a Chain Breaker!!!
This vessel has been tempered, through the Fire of pain and suffering, and the Icy grip of loneliness and fear…
Up out of the ashes rose a Survivor, a Warrior… I am the daughter of THE King…
I am the Righteousness of God, In Christ Jesus! 2 Corinthians 5:21
Chain Breaker is the tradition I have been called to leave behind, that and so much grace and love that you will gain weight just from my sweetness…
I need no approval, nor do I apologize for who I am….
And, in keeping with a certain tradition, here… have a cookie…
It’s Back On…
The Nuptials, that is…
I can’t tell you how happy I was the other day, when I actually ran into Lady Cordelia herself, out on the path. Truthfully, I was taken aback that she would approach me and hold out her hand for a peanut!
I stood there for a moment, sort of frozen, letting my brain fully register that the Lady was full on serious! She noticed my surprise and waited patiently for me to catch up. I realized that we were standing there awkwardly staring at each other, and immediately knelt down and handed her a peanut from my pocket.
As Cordelia peeled the shell open, we chatted for several moments. Guess What? The wedding is back on! No wonder she is in a good mood… now that I think about it, I did see quite a few squirrel folk out on the path, smiling and chittering away happily amongst themselves. I am glad to inform you, as well, that all of the garbage has been hauled away. The city workers spent days clearing away discarded trash and debris, once again leaving the valley bright and clean.
It seems that the delay turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as a better wedding venue opened up closer to the river, and Lady Cordelia walked me down to appreciate the view. I got a royal tour…
I was given a walk through of the ceremony site…
Then taken on a tour of the bride and grooms’ new estate, that is still currently under renovation’s…
And finally, we sat for a few minutes in the banquet meadow, where all the festivities will be…
So, here is the scoop! The ceremony will be two weeks from now, performed by the well-loved old Abbot, Walter Nutzly, formerly addressed as Father WalNut! Once vows are exchanged, and the abbot gives his blessing speech, the festivities begin! I am so excited! Wanting to contribute to the celebrations, I dumped out my pockets and offered all the peanuts I was carrying. Her Ladyship graciously accepted my gifts, and was then off in a flash to distribute the supplies to the coffers.
And!!! You are never gonna guess who the prince is…
None other than THEE Rico Pistachio, apparently his full title is Lord Rico Pistachio of House ACORN! That story is a bombshell in and of itself, so I will come back to this on another occasion, but let’s just say, this is a love story that will need a great amount more time and study than I feel equipped for, at this time.
Like a blood hound, I am on the scent of the truth behind these two young hearts. I will not let you down…
Is it?
My day has been the usual… waking… rolling over… groaning in old lady discomfort… dragging myself from slumber, only to find no coffee brewed. As I typically do, I don my sweater, fluffy slippers, and headset for the tasks ahead.
Now I wait… I can hear the adorable gurgles of my coffee pot, as it tries to make me smile with its babbling converstation, while the aroma of delicious coffee floats throughout the RV…
Oh, your still here? My bad… I read this prompt, after only just getting up, so …. ya… ummm… this is a bit awkward…
Personally, if I were the prompt person, I would have planned a little bit better… one should never assume something about another, when speaking or asking questions.
I will need to finish this cup of coffee, that I now hold in my hand, and check out everybody else’s response to see if I am missing out on something of importance…
Here, I will share my coffee with you, since you came all the way in here…
And, don’t forget your sweets… breakfast of champions… now go on, git…
Journey With Me! 