They’re joking, right?!
Why would I pay someone money, if I had any to throw around, to get flung into outer space, with the risk of running out of oxygen… or better yet, simply implode?!
The mere thought of either scenario, makes me feel a bit ill. However, for the sake of adventure and all that, I’d consider the mission if someone wants to pay me to do it.
I’ll fly to the moon for no less than a thou… a hundred tho… ONE BILLION Dollars… yup, that feels about right!
Here, have a space cookie…
As I’m soon to be looking back at 55, I think my path is pretty firmly set in one direction… God’s!
We’ve recently answered a prompt, regarding taking a risk at something new, and another prompt asking if we were guaranteed not to fail, what would we attempt… so I’m not sure how many more times the prompt can try to beat a dead horse, as they say.
Still, I realize that not everyone has seen these questions before, so I shall do my due diligence at answering with something decent, for those that are new to the daily prompts.
So, in the words of Shakespeare, “once more unto the breach.” I got this…
While I have pursued multiple different careers throughout my younger years, I’m no longer interested in any of them. Add to that, the fact that I’m not considering any new directions at all, aside from the path I now follow… this one’s a deal breaker on any other pursuit I’ve ever chased after!
My career pursuits involve following only One CEO, One Leader… One! How boring and confining, you might be thinking. On the contrary, my friends. This career path has me fully engaged, at every moment, and in every action or thought. I walk with a magnificent Leader, who has me in the word, on my knees in prayer, feet on the ground out here in the trenches… and fully sustained, at all times!
My life is full of joy, adventure, action, suspense… and He has me constantly on the move… and with Him, at all times.
In all my years, never have I been hired by someone who knows me better than He does… and I’ve not been fired yet!
Before you start thinking that I’m lazy or something, maybe living the posh life, and too comfortable in my current position… you might consider my resume before being too quick to form an opinion on this matter:
0 to 13 years of age, severe childhood trauma
13 to 18 years of age, ^#$%^&^
18 to 34 years of age, pregnant 9 times with only 3 born to me, divorced, denied by the church, disowned by my family, and abandoned by those I knew as friends.
Lost and running in the wastelands for 16 more years… 16!
The rest of my career credentials, as well as my production timeline, will be within the archives of My Closet. I’ve already shared far more of my job description than anyone should have to wade through… and no, there won’t be a cover letter to accompany this Responsume…
But I did make cookies…
Honestly, I don’t know how these exec’s are going to get anything accomplished, with their mouths stuffed with cookies… sheesh guys, slow it down!
While I can make a pretty mean chili, salsa that can melt the paint off a house, homemade soup bowls to fill with dreams, and a good many other dishes I picked up along the way… baking is my passion!
Not just baking, but desserts mainly… and not just desserts… I LOVE COOKIIIIEEEESSSSS!
I am well versed in baking most types of cookies, but my most highly prized handheld delight would by my secret recipe of ………………..
Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies
These are not just anybody’s cookies, but my own twisted version. While I won’t tell you the exact recipe, I will say that it mostly has to do with HOW I bake them, more so than all my secret stuff I throw in before baking the dreamy mouthfuls.
Let me just say that I have perfected the art of perfect oven temperature, yummy ingredients, and a sore back from standing bent over in front of the oven, and watching for the perfect moment to pull em…
They come out golden brown and crispy on the surface, but when you break them open they are perfectly ooey gooey on the inside… A tall glass of milk is a must for these, as I forgot to mention that I make them about the size of an open hand, not a child’s hand, no no no, but a grown up people size hand…
They were Huge!
When my girls were small, we spent a great amount of time involved in church. Every spring the church would do bake sales to raise funds for our Children’s Ministries. I would make a triple batch of my cookies, wrap them individually in colored cellophane and ribbon, set up a spot on the church bake sale table, and watch the cookies disappear within less than a half hour. That’s a lot of cookies people, A LOT!
When I refused time and again to give up my recipe to some of the moms, I seriously worried for my safety a few times… lol… just kidding!
I did often jokingly say that my recipe was a Government Secret and if I told them the recipe, I would have to make them disappear… that always got some laughs.
So there you have it folks, hot off the press… we can bake cookies pretty good!
**The original cookies had mold all over them, so, as per my commitment to quality… These are fresh!
Thanks but no thanks, in regards to what historical events I remember. Let’s just say that I’ve seen some things, heard some things, and experienced the fall out from said things… and I’m still trying to unthink much of the ugliness displayed during these so called Historical Things!
I’d love more than anything to hold a list of my favorite historical events worth remembering, but since they have to be things I myself, personally observed… I got nothin!
Based on my understanding of this prompt, the events should be only those I actually remember happening… meaning, only the ones I witnessed, personally.
While I do have a memory like a steel trap, I don’t really feel much like dredging up the past, as I’m struggling to survive our current historical events… sorry, not sorry! I’m full up!
I apologize if this answer seems a bit sharp, but this girl is Hangry, this morning. The only historical event that I want to witness is the kind where a Doctor can doctor with education, skill, and compassion… and, without prostituting themselves to Big Pharma!
Cookie?
I suppose if I’m to think of the biggest dish I’d like to bake, it would be Baked Pterodactyl… you know, like a Turkey but bigger!
If a Turkey dinner could feed a family of 5 for several days, then why not use a bigger bird? And, as I’ve no desire to eat any of the pretty birds like Ostriches, or Big Bird, for that matter… we’re left with the Pterodactyl.
The down side is, I’ve heard that Pterodactyl meat shrinks in the oven due to being rather dry.
Maybe I should just stick with Turkey…
Yes, I understood what the prompt was actually asking, but as I’ve no risks that need taking, I went with the birds.
Oh, and don’t forget your cookies…
There are many different emotions I’ve experienced over the years, and to be honest, pride hasn’t been one of them.
I’ve felt humbled, exhausted, grieved, and abandoned, on numerous occasions, but pride… sorry.
I suppose that if I’ve felt any pride at all, it’s in my children. Through all my selfishness, mistakes, and missteps, my prodigy make me very proud. They’ve survived and thrived, despite all the things I did wrong.
Now, before you start thinking that I’m doin the “Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I think I’ll eat some worms” song and dance, I’m not! I’m simply saying that parents aren’t perfect, and most of us had no idea what we were doing when they handed us our first baby.
The fact that my offspring are breathing air, have all their extremities still attached, and know not to drink the acid out of a car battery… I should be very, very proud… just sayin!
Don’t forget your cookie…
The problem with asking the same question year after year is that I’ve now run out of secrets.
Duh! Blogger, here! Before finishing my second cup of tea each morning… I’ve already overshared something!
Just be glad that I try to use some form of discretion, or things could become quite awkward.
Cookie?
Lazy days, for me, are a far cry from being unproductive! Are you kidding… while I might be resting in my favorite chair, I’m busy saving lives! If the world ever has a zombie outbreak, my services are going to be in high demand.
Do you even realize how much laziness I have to endure, just to keep my trigger fingers in good working condition? Are you going to know how to zombie proof your safehouses? I bet you never thought about that!
Then, there’s figuring out how and where to get food, fresh drinking water… and bullets! I’m forever in search of more bullets… oh, and repair kits. You’d be surprised how often your weapons need repairing.
Then there’s zombie proof clothing (that’s armor) and antibiotics! Don’t let yourselves get bit, or anything. I’d hate to have to shoot you!
Yep! You’ll all be thanking me…
Want a cookie?
Just kidding!
I’d at least pick the cookies up first, just to flick off anything unpleasant! I’m not a monster… just a survivor! Now eat your cookie, and don’t ask what’s in the ingredients…
First of all, I think that the prompt would have been far more entertaining if they’d asked about failures… just sayin! I could have had a glorious time picking out a hilarious mistake to write about, and who I thought was to blame, lol! Secondly, why should I write about one person, in particular?
If I could have it my way… oh, wait…I can! This is my website, so I get to do whatever I’d like, right?
Perhaps, I’ve become jaded over time, what with the daily struggle to survive, and all. Maybe, I’m just sick of always watching entitled furry fruit bags, strut around flaunting what they got, like it was the end all, be all!
The point is that I am feeling aggravated this morning, and WordPress, you’re NOT helping! I’m fairly confident in saying that these prompts being repeated year after year after year after year, tells me that WordPress has either successfully pushed my angry button, or successfully made me rethink why I bother answering the prompts, at all!
I’m successful sometimes, and a failure, at others… aren’t we all? Some might focus their attention on a musician, writer, actor, or other specific artist that accomplished great things, sure. But, what about the thousands of human hands and feet that make someone else so successful, like the workers in those wonderful car factories, or the farmers who work to feed them, the ones who build those houses for the successful people to live in. The list is endless.
Success is defined as what, I wonder? Let’s take a look…
noun: success; plural noun: successes
You see, I believe that every human being has the potential for being successful in whatever they pursue. Now, there isn’t anything wrong with using someone else’s success as your personal motivator, but the danger in that is an insidious and wicked villain, called Comparison. This villain often employs his friends, Self-doubt, Self-pity, and the worst of the gang… Covet! He’s a bugger to get rid of, because once he gets into your space, he assumes that he can stay for as long as he likes!
Honestly, nobody’s ever given me a free ride, on anything! I had to work til my fingers bled, study til my brain went numb, bear the beautiful, yet bitter memories of all my past successes and failures, and have lived most of my recent life, like a rabid Badger, just to stay alive! And, not once, in all those years did I think, if this particular person could go from rags to riches, then so can I. I learned early on that nobody was going to come for me… I had to get up, dust myself off, and walk on.
You know how I often say that when I write out all my grumbles to you guys and gals, by the end, I find that the answers were there all the time… I was just too grumpy to see them. Well, we’ve arrived…
When I think of the word successful, I think of Jesus. He succeeded in absolutely every single thing He was sent to earth to do. Perfect creation, perfect life, perfect example, and perfect prophesy fulfilling death and resurrection. I am successfully alive today, because of a Perfect Savior… now that’s sayin something!
Cookies?
I’m fairly certain that the ground is covered in chocolate brownie dust, not dirt, so the cookies should be safe to eat.
What a silly question! Are we really so far gone as a society that we need to even ask or answer this question?
Doesn’t everyone pretty much hope for a neighbor that’s quiet, friendly, and unobtrusive? Maybe a few of us that run a bit on the wild side might dream of joining things like neighborhood barbecues, yard sales, and kid’s sports events. But, honestly, does anyone actually invite their insurance agents to their weekend lawn clean-ups?
I would truly love to meet those who have such a close relationship with their insurance provider, they’re frequently given things like free babysitting, house watching, and providing cups of sugar, when we’ve run out of what’s in the cupboards!
Personally, I’d be far more willing to let my neighbor into the back yard than I would an insurance agent. I stopped letting salesman enter my home years back when a carpet salesman threw coffee grounds on my living room carpet and then tried to vacuum them up with his fancy machine. Whose bright idea was that? The company had to pay for the spot to be professionally cleaned.
Years ago, when I was heavily pregnant with my second child, the pump went out, flooding our entire basement with that which we shall not ever mention… it was horrific! We had little money, and no idea what to do. Until our neighbor from across the street, along with several other neighbors, completely repaired, replaced, and re-sanitized the entire lower level of the house, while I simply sat dry-heaving in the front yard. If your insurance agent provides this kind of neighborly service, would you please send my their telephone number, cause our truck is about to throw in the towel!
Maybe it’d be easier to answer this prompt if we opted to use the word brother instead of neighbor, or, for that matter, insurance agent? Why? Because, when you consider what to expect from a family member, can’t your neighbor simply become an extension of that? Or better yet, switch this whole prompt to What Makes a Good Human Being. Let go of names, titles, and relationships… just focus on your fellow humans.
I believe that you should treat every other human being in this world with the respect, love, and kindness that you seek for yourself. Scripture says that we should treat others as we ourselves wish to be treated. I can certainly attest that I strive to never do to others, that which was done to me. Note that I said strive… I’m far from being flawless!
What I am, however, is forgiven, and redeemed; bought and paid for by the blood of Jesus Christ! Therefore, I am called to love my neighbor, my brother, AND my enemies, as myself… Just sayin.
Cookie?
Too bad you aren’t my actual neighbors, or you’d be getting the real thing…
Journey With Me! 