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I am a rule breaker… an outside the boxer… and a prompt changer!

I saw the question this morning and immediately saw a problem… the time line!

According to the definition, which I have included below, this feeling of Nostalgia must come from the past.

a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.

I have several problems answering the question in its current form, one being the concrete time of the PAST, the other problem comes from finding a memory that is pure happiness without any sorrow following in its wake! With any problem, or let’s say obstacle, my hat goes backwards and my eyebrows furrow forward with determination, challenging this literary Goliath with my tiny typing fingers.

I’ve written scads of things that reveal how my past is fully saturated with beauty and pain all rolled into one! Enough said!

I believe that it IS possible to be nostalgic for what is to come, based on both the past and present journey. I am looking forward to being home, more than any dream or memory I have in my noggin!

Don’t think that I expect you to just agree with me, without any examples or evidence given, so I shall present my Prompt Rule Breaking Case as best I can…

I am a Christian… a born again Believer and a chosen child of God, therefore, it stands to reason that I will live, eat, breathe, and speak the Word of God. To do this fully, I believe fully in the entire Bible… all of it! I accept the truth of that book as the living breathing words of God! This book is my evidence of what is to come… the good and the bad! I believe that we were never promised an easy walk, as this is a broken and fallen world, so buckle up Buttercup! The bible also tells, in countless entries of what is to come, for all of us. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m well aware of how bad it looks back in my history, and I can’t wait until I see His face at the end of this life! 

I will share with you my version of Nostalgia, coming from the future! How can I do this, you ask? Well, if the words of the bible are Holy Writ, then it stands to reason that this future is guaranteed to be there for me when I arrive!

Since I have no human understanding of what God will actually look like when I arrive, I sort of have this vision in my head of what it might look like to Him as I enter the gates. The vision may sound comical, but I do think that God has a great sense of humor. Imagine God all squared up, like a baseball pitcher, at the gates with a mitt in one hand, leaving the other hand poised to assist. As you look out into the clouds beyond the gates, you begin to hear the thunder, followed by bolts of lightening shooting across the sky. Next, you see commotion in the clouds, followed by a massive tidal wave that literally thrusts me up over the edge and sends me like a high powered missile toward my Creators’ waiting arms. 

As I often say, to anyone stopping long enough to listen, Go Big or Go Home… or better yet, Go Big AND Go Home!!!

In your face prompt box, Ha!

Here, some of you may need a handful of cookies on this one…

Who am I to choose? How many of us would go back and undo becoming parents if we knew how much pain would be mixed in with the good? 

Would I go back and undo my life with my favorite pets if I knew how hard it would be to take care of them for so many years, and then to feel the pain of loss when they pass?

While I understand the question says “have” in this prompt, I like to think outside most boxes. How does one explain impact from a current thing… doesn’t it require some looking back on a thing to see whether it leaves evidence of positive or negative? How can one know for certainty, in the here and now of a relationship, whether it is a good thing for us, or a bad one? 

When we gather information, usually we do it in a survey of sorts… good points over bad ones. I choose to not let this prompt question become an unhealthy survey of life and love!

I have three adult daughters that barely look my way, six grandchildren I am not able to be close with, a family that rejected and abandoned me, a church family that kicked me out after my divorce, all but two souls that were friends turned away, we lost our home along with all that was within its walls… and on and on and on and on… see where I’m going with this? 

Let’s look a little closer at what I shared… it’s ok… this is not a pity party, in fact, it’s a walk of Praise!

The children and grandchildren were and are a miracle and a gift, so I’m not about to return them to the manufacturer… no way to separate all the good from the bad, the beauty from the ugly, nor the joy from the pain. The fibers that bind us are too tightly woven for that, as my blood runs through their veins and they share my DNA!

I remember every single pet I have ever owned, and I would not ever trade the memories, good or bad… they made my world a better place, and their memories do that for me to this very day!

The lessons I learned from the kindness and cruelty of church and friendship have made me the woman I am today… and I love who God has grown me up to become. I will take every one of my experiences, and scars as well, to guide me along the paths of this world. God uses my good, my bad, and my ugly, to guide me on as a wiser and kinder soul than when I began…

Here, have a cookie…

Brutus is ready for some Rugby action!

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…

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

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…

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.

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…

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

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…

Are we talking characters in a play, or movie perhaps? Does it count if it’s possibly a cartoon character? What if we are talking about our kids… you know, when they are ricocheting off the walls in boredom and we say how they are being such a character?

Giving me an open ended question like this is like handing a monkey a gun… my word bullets be flying all over the place!

If you notice that I am being a bit flippant about the question, in truth, it’s because I’m avoiding having to answer the prompt! This one makes me very uncomfortable. My track record with folks is not one that has a great score… why… ughhhhhhhhhh… I don’t wanna dwell there much.

When I was a child, my sense of judging another’s character was not developed enough to protect me… and from that came the woman I became that can be the meanest Judge Jury and Hangman!

My original title for this prompt was going to say, “Too Good”, but before I got going with it, I realized that I’m just too tired to be that old me anymore. 

Now that we all know why I am choosing to take a silly turn with this daily question, let’s do this!

I feel that I am a great judge of characters, as I have 55 years of cartoon watching experience! I feel fairly confident in my assessment that the old sheepdog that worked with Wiley Coyote was Clint Eastwood with fur! 

I will say with a great amount of certainty that Pinky, from Pinky and the Brain, was a long lost cousin of a certain political figure that I shall refrain from mentioning.

Poor Scooby Doo had an untreated cookie addiction that eventually led to rehab, forcing shaggy and the rest of the gang to keep things going til the van could be retrofitted with a locking refrigerator. No matter what else happened in their cartoon world, they were his anchor! Good kids, the lot of em!

Through all the years of Sylvester and Tweetie, nobody ever thought to notice how bad Granny’s limp got. She was a great woman of character, always there to break up fights, bandage wounds, and administer drugs like a professional… all the while, nursing a hip that needed replacing. The cartoon industry were heartless taskmasters, if you ask me, making an old disabled woman tend to unruly wildlife. When she finally took time off for surgery, Hector showed up on her doorstep and watched over her til she was back on her feet. Finally the studio caved and drew in a cane for her to walk with, the show could not go on without her…

Because this is my blog and I can, I have decided to turn myself into a cartoon character to give you all a fun chance at being judges and deciding which one you like the most… let’s test all your skills at judging a character!

A.) 

B.)

While we are at it, why don’t we judge on the best cookie for todays Character Theme…

A. Hector the Bulldog

B. As close to a Tweetie as the AI could give me

C. Sylvester

D. Scooby

E. Ok, so don’t eat Granny… the cookie is at the end of her cane

Your Welcome!

Happiness isn’t circumstantial, it’s a mentality! Where I am changes, but the way I exist within that place and time determines my happiness.

While on the battlefield, there are those who take the field with fierce strength, heavy weaponry and loud cries of either victory or defeat. Me? I am the one crawling around from fox hole to fox hole, mending and encouraging whomever is in need!

Since the question asked when ARE you most happy, I assume it is referring to something current or foreword thinking. It feels like I am being asked to come up with both a current time and situation that result in me being the happiest. Not a terribly easy question to answer, but luckily for you and me both, I am a writer… and a good one!

With any question or topic, I can, if given enough time to think on it, come up with a pretty honest and decent answer. I will be truthful in saying that some of the prompt questions are more difficult than others, as they ask things that are sometimes hard or painful to answer.

This prompt question brought to mind the idea of a battlefield, as that is much of what my life is currently. If I based my happiness on the things we are going through at the moment, it would not make for a very bright season. My behavior, attitude, responses and movements during these times is what will make or break, if you get my meaning.

I absolutely HATE it when Satan tries to steal my Joy! What do I do when that happens? I become the warrior on life’s battlefield… just not the big loud one… uh uh… this warrior is on her knees! 

I am the most happy when I am on my knees… in prayer!

Here, have a cookie…