I’m going to be straight up honest… when I saw the prompt this morning, my first response was to give a one word “not so nice” retort.
Trying to come up with a reply to a painful question, while trying to enjoy my first cup of Jo, is fully out of the question!
Rather than being short, sarcastic, or abrasive, I will simply say that this is a very painful place in my heart, and I am still in a healing phase…
Here, have a yummy Biscotti with your mornin beverage…
Just as the wordprompt question keeps doin, I too will continue to walk off after starting a conversation.
I had planned to write a whole play on words using that song, These Boots Were Made For Walkin. There were a good many rhymes in there too, but alas… it’s Sunday, and I am too lazy and comfortable inside all my cozy blankets to work it out.
In answer to the prompt this morning, as you already know, I enjoy walking as my favorite way of stretching the ole muscles every day.
In honor of the squirrels I feed peanuts to each day when I am out walking, here, have a peanut…
For me, I am akin to Dorothy in the movie Wizard of Oz… There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home…
The idea of paying any amount of money to get rubber banded off our planet, somehow wasn’t ever a dream of mine. You would think that it would be right up my imaginations alley to fly among the stars. Nope!
From the time I was a child I wanted to be a Cowgirl… not a Spacegirl!
Though we may not have much, to this day, I would pay all that I own to ride a horse again without pain, or risk of permanently destroying what’s left of my back. I would pay anything, just to feel the wind in my hair, or feel the sun kiss my skin… and hear nothing but the call of the wild.
In my imagination, horses are way more fantastical than a metal Twinkie wrapper… and riding them is much more risk worthy, to me personally. I would much rather experience falling off my horse and hurting my back, than imploding inside my tin can bullet, out in the vacuum of space.
Besides, if there really are Alien planets out there, they have made it pretty clear that Earth is one place they avoid… like we are the seedy underbelly of the universe. Once we got out into space heading for any of the outer planets, we would immediately get pulled over by the Uni Troopers.
Our ship would get impounded to make sure there were no hidden humans in our spare engine parts bay, and I would get stuck in a holding cell with a six eyed, tentacle waving, gelatinous looking Alien that was afraid I might make THEM SICK!
As that was most likely more information than you or WordPress ever wanted to know about my thoughts on space travel, I will disengage from this Spacial Travel idea, and simply say I prefer to drive horses instead of space ships.
Here, have some horsy snacks…
and of course,
F.Y.I. that is a granola bar, and it is perfectly sanitary… see how he only uses his front teeth… no drool here!
WordPress wants to know about my alternative career plans, so there ya go… Bam!!!
If I could be on any path I choose, then I want to be a professional Poker Player! Why? Duh… I wanna be able to bluff, wear a fake face, and take other peoples money away with the wave of my hand… wait, that’s a politician… my bad! Yeesh… no way!
Joking aside, while I do love playing cards, and would love to make a bunch of money while having fun at the same time… in honesty, I prefer using Reece’s Pieces and M&Ms so I can eat my winnings.
Besides, I’ve no intention of leaving the path I am on.
I am a writer…
A retired mom…
and a Full on Woman of Faith… potty mouth, temper, and all!
I’m all full up on a career path, a life path, and a spiritual one.
Thanks for asking though. I know as our friendly neighborhood WordPrompt, you were simply curious. I answered without being mean, even though sometimes you ask too many suspiciously personal questions.
Anyways…. here…. have a warm cocoa… it’s freezing outside.
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… here, these ones aren’t mine but they will do in a pinch…
I remember enough!
That’s right my friends… you heard it first here! My biggest risk yet to take is this… I want to drive this RV all over the states, visiting communities, churches, and hospitals giving live readings of my stories to children with all differing needs. Whether they bear physical, mental, or spiritual scars… it doesn’t matter to this soul. I wish to spin my tales in a way that brings healing and restoration where there is need.
I wish for you to see that I have not said anywhere here about not being able to take this risk… YET!
I believe that if I stay within the shadow of my God, seeking Him first… He will bless anything I touch! And… that means my dreams of things may come to fruition by default. See, it’s a win win for my plans and Risks!
Who knows… you might be on the freeway one day and see an RV drive by with big letters saying JOURNEY WITH ME on the sides. If you look carefully, you may just see an adorable Flurby on this girls lap, that my daydreams already named Gabriel.
What I do know is that my Father has plans for me, and it won’t matter if I am telling children stories in some distant city, or simply babysitting my daughters puppy here at home… it’s the living that He intends for me to do well, however it plays out!
Here, breakfast is on me…
Don’t judge… she was very proud of her work on this dish!
Looking back at the place from which I began, I want to answer honestly and without any comedic fashion this morning. This isn’t a question to just toss a witty retort at, in my humble opinion. I believe that every human heart desires to leave something good behind, something they feel proud to have contributed to those that follow. Even if we know that we may never be an Elon Musk or an Einstein, we still want better for our future generations and have many life experiences that bear remembering, for wisdoms sake.
Personally, I’ve had enough life experiences that don’t bear remembering, for wisdoms sake. It was ugly, dark, and sad… fostering a life that had to play the game with a crooked rule book! Even after all the fallout of my beginnings, after all the train wreck mistakes I made… trying to bring some form of usefulness and purpose out of my history, still holds value within my heart and mind.
My hope and prayer is that whomever looks at my life, or reads about it, takes away one small and important truth of me… I always get back up! God has given me the strength to carry on, to wipe off life’s dirt and debri… some of which I picked up and rubbed in my own face.
There may not be much worth writing about in the annals of History, regarding the valiant deeds of Wiwohka, but it will say that she refused to quit… she just would NOT stop getting back up!
My belief in the One who created me has given wings to a spirit once pinned to the ground by fear, doubt, self loathing, anger and shame. No longer does it matter who did what to whom and why… for me, what matters is the getting back up…
Here, have a flower to brighten your Monday… hugs
If you must know, I am deep in the heart of things… my book Brutus! I am currently working on finding that one perfect picture that will capture the dragon at all his different stages of growth. I am currently using a free ai generating site but once I publish, I will have to commission the artwork, I think. I tried to learn to sketch to see if I could do my own designs… in honesty, it was awful!!!
But, as some wise person or other said, Rome was not built in a day, so I carry on searching.
The problem I am seeing as an issue… none of the pictures generated will match each other! If I choose one that I love, there is no way it lines up with any of the others generated. Wouldn’t it be amazing if we, as writers, could bring our literary characters to live for just a moment, so that we could grab some quick shots with our handy dandy smart phones?
I not only need to settle on his base colors, we have the eyes to consider as well as his expressions. Things only get rougher as he grows up… here, I’ll show you…
You see what I mean… the baby went from Jim Henson’s vision to Steven Spielberg and Michael Creighton’s newest people eater, in a heartbeat!
Oh well, it will all work out in the wash as they say. Have you noticed that I seem to always be throwing out one liners of other people? Is that normal as we get old? I was only wondering…
What you see is pretty much what you get with me, whichever way you look. As I have basically written out every memory I can recall for everyone here to read, as well as documenting all my self tattling and disclosures. My archives are open, so it’s all there still.
Unless you have just been surprised by the knowledge that I’m an over sharer, I honestly cannot think of anything in particular that I have not already disclosed to pretty much the whole literary world. Outside of WordPress, there’s only a handful of people I come into contact with, most of which don’t visit my blog. I have decided to exclude them from this prompt, as they selected to opt out of reading.
I have written in depth of my Overthinkers Anonymous Club that meets in the wee dark hours of the mornings, when I am overly anxious about something.
You have also heard mention of my roommates IBS and Fibromyalgia, as well as more knowledge about my day to day health than you probably wanted to know.
As you can see, we could spend hours recounting all the things I’ve already shared here, so I would rather try to focus on something new for you… anything really.
Oh… I got something… I was once a Certified Diver! Back when I was much younger, I took a whole course on Scuba Diving, gaining certification with open diving right here in the great Puget Sound. There is an underwater dive park near Kirkland, WA., where my test was administered. When I was swimming through a sunken ship, I saw an octopus, which was pretty impressive.
A short time later, there was an opportunity to go diving off the coast of California, down by La Jolla Shores. There are underwater Sand Dollar beds there, where all you see are floating sand dollars underneath the waves, as far as the eye can see… all standing at attention vertically on their sides.
That beach was also where I had my deepest dive; descending a whopping 86 feet, which was deep enough for things to become black and white. I also had opportunity to dive while in Hawaii, even snorkeling with turtles and other sea life in those waters. Unforgettable!
I lost the desire to dive after I ran into a friend one afternoon, immediately noticing her two black eyes and blood red eyeballs… I mean blood red!
She had gone on a dive with her husband earlier that week, and while on the dive she found herself unable to clear her mask of air pressure from that depth. Rather than alerting her husband of the predicament, she opted to just finish the dive and overlook the discomfort. Upon surfacing, her eyes swelled horribly and all the blood vessels burst, causing her eyes to turn red. That little discomfort turned into hours in a hyperbaric chamber, a few nights stay at the hospital and the two black eyes she was now sporting.
That was all it took for me to lose my nerve, when it came to swimming under the sea… at least in real life anyway.
There we have it ladies and gents, a little something new about me that you didn’t know before now. I know it’s not much, but look on the bright side… when I started this post, I said Nada, but ended up proving myself wrong.
Have a Tropical flavored Smoothie on me…
Journey With Me! 