While many might consider this an easy question to answer, already having a list of wishes sitting in their reserve brain bank, just waiting for the day they encounter a magic Genie… CAUTION!!!!
Before you throw out your three magic wishes, in hopes of satisfying the Daily Prompt, I must bid you a warning… check their references!!!
First of all, how many times have we wanted and wished for a thing, only to regret it? I, personally, have some doozies!
Secondly, many Genies come with tricks and undisclosed disclaimers… if they assure you of the rules, do your due diligence to investigate their work history, first!
I suggest that you seek out some testimonials of your particular Genie, just to check on the satisfaction level… or survivability record, of previous users.
I always try to remember, just in case I were to run into a magic genie somewhere, no wish is as simple as it seems, and many come with extras that you hadn’t considered… or were prepared to handle…
Just sayin!
I promise these cookies aren’t magic ones… though they are pretty special…
Since the bible says that we are all brothers and sisters “in Christ”, then that means He qualifies as a family member that has done something positive for me… and you, as well!
Jesus did what no one else could… He Conquered death itself!
John 3:16 says, “For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” I’m going out on a limb here, but I would definitely call that something positive!
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!
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!
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.
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!
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…
Journey With Me! 