Duh! If I had the money and were given an opportunity to open a shop, it would be a Flurrby Store… not only could you have your very own baby, but I would sell em for .99 cents!
Yup. For under a dollar, you could start building your own Flurrby Farm. Start with one…
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and then come back for more. They come in all shapes and sizes…
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They come in different styles and colors…
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Big or small…
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All the supplies and vet care would be provided from within our store, for a membership fee of 99 cents a month!
And once a month we hold a drawing for a free baby… tickets are … you guessed it, 99 cents!
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You can’t judge or blame me for this answer, because they said, “If you were going to open up a shop”, and there was nothing in there saying it had to be legit! Besides, I really would do this if I had money to burn, minus the baby give away.
I left snacks that I think Flurrbies also might like, so they should be safe for you to share with others…
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To ensure you take me serious about the 99 cent idea, I have donated our morning snacks without even asking for money… it’s how I roll.
Does anyone remember me talking about a Lobby? What about the fountain that just got installed?
Well, when this prompt showed up, I decided to do a recap of a few different articles I posted in the not too distant past…
Do you remember this little bit?
Imagine if you will, a hostess. Preferably, you will imagine an elegant southern bell type, charming and delicately demure… but I will settle for the lady with the baseball cap and walking shoes. When your mind enters said Church, this hostess(me) belongs inside the lobby in order to greet you and perhaps assist in directions to where you wish to go… she does not need her own office for private sessions of deep inspired directions, no! She desires to remain in the lobby, ensuring that you get to where you were headed.
This hostess takes great joy in her role within the lobby, looking forward to seeing what life blossoms there, from day to day. She takes pleasure in the cleaning and maintenance of her environment, happily refilling the bowl of refreshments, resting upon a small nightstand within the lobby. There is a lantern resting atop the tables surface, casting a warm and gentle glow throughout the room. This light is always on and never requires anything in order to burn… it simply remains on, and in fact never even flickers! If this light is always on, then my mind says that the bowl of refreshments does the same, right? I will believe that this is true, and go further to say that it is possible then, that her presence within the lobby is not necessary for the One who placed her there, but for the visitors that she encounters in His service…
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How about this one?
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When my studies began opening up a picture of what I thought church might look like, this lobby is the part of the body that I feel equipped for serving others in, considering myself a hostess. Whether you believe, whether you feel a bit lost, or maybe you’re just a bit weary on your journey and need a quiet respite to regain your strength for the journey… come on in! I am guessing that this is what the new fountain has been installed for… you, me, your friends, my friends, and all of our families. Aren’t we all supposed to be considering each other as brothers and sisters? I am not capable of dragging souls in off the highway, nor should it be my job.
I simply believe that I am being led to stand fast in said Lobby, to be readily available to you, for prayer, encouragement, hope, and to point you to the table of refreshments, and now to the fountain of life-giving hope…
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If this blog might bring about any change in the world, I would hope that souls in need of respite, might take refreshment and comfort within the walls of my Lobby… I genuinely love you guys, and just want to offer some joy, laughter, and light to a world with much darkness.
Yay! It’s Friday… PIZZA… nothin like dinner for breakfast, right?!
The first moments after reading this prompt question, were a little bit of a let down, only because I have no earthly desire to be in any other universe than this one. Hey, it might be a mess, but it is our mess, right? Besides, I am fairly certain that any other universe that has more than 0ne brain, will encounter the same amount of mess as we have… grass is always greener somewhere else.
Where could the grass be green enough? This train of thought got me imagining. If there is anywhere besides here I wanna be, it might seem easy for you to guess Heaven, and you would be correct. But in my minds eye, within heaven is a place beyond any other, and only I can dream of it… If you went to heaven, where would you want to stay… personally, I do not have a clue what it truly will look like, I do not think a human mind has the capacity to see as God sees.
Everyone can imagine what heaven will look like, but for each of us it looks different, I am sure.
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I will share with you the dream I had as a young, and though it might seem silly to some, it comforts me when I feel the ugliness of the world creep in.
I dreamt of a meadow, sheltered within a grove of enormous ancient trees.
Within this meadow was a stable, and in this stable were horses… not just any horses, but the king’s personal steeds, and their mares and offspring. In case you are worried that my view of heaven is missing the mark, this stable is not far from the heavenly host and the streets of gold. It might be easy to read the bible and babble off a description of the place He prepares for me, but I will not be in my room all the time, so I wander… that’s how I found the stable.
I went there to feed the foals and play in the meadow with them… when they wandered back to their mothers, I headed to the stable to find my curry brush, and the smoothing brush too.
I spent hours brushing and smoothing the coats of the mighty steeds that pull the King’s chariot down the main street every morning and every evening. If we are in heaven, you might wonder why God would need horses and chariots to be with us? I don’t think He does, I think He loves doing it, maybe. What do I know, I am only human.
Why would He create something so beautiful, if he did not wish to spend time with said beautiful thing… He created us didn’t He?
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Whatever it will look like, and however it really does end up being, I know I am going there… and it is my dream… and it brings me comfort… and if you wanna blame anybody for this idea of mine, blame WordPress. I was not looking for an alternate universe, and maybe if we all spent more time trying to take better care of the one we have, there would be no need to leave it…
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If nothing else, maybe if we make it better here, all the aliens would stop speeding past our exit.
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If you still want to head out to another universe, I have left you a freeze dried snack for the road… for everyone else, here is your earth fodder…
Gross, I know… but come on… gag it down… I promise it tastes earthlike.
While I may not be wealthy, nor would I consider myself a big spender… I must rise to the occasion for this mornings prompt.
IBS has been my companion for a very long time, so you most likely wouldn’t find me plating up anything spendy. This digestive system of mine would surely dump me on the side of the road if I were so brave.
Over the years I have cooked and baked many good things, and in honesty, it tastes better to me than going out! So, for the food aspect of this prompt… I got nuthin!
However,
I have to admit that I have paid nearly $15 for a coffee… and on that occasion it was not worth it, at all! Being a staunch coffee lover, I have had some of the best and for sure, some of the worst… wife of a trucker here. There were times when I questioned the safety, let alone the flavor, of the coffee I had to suffer through. If you have never spent time on the road for a living, it might surprise you to see some of the things deemed sellable.
Why is coffee such a big deal to me, you ask? Maybe it is a comfort thing, as I remember drinking black coffee as far back my childhood. His name was Uncle Leo, and the only memory I have of him, is watching him pour Tabasco sauce into his coffee, as we sat around the campfire. Memories are a powerful thing. Don’t ask me how a little girl was able to enjoy a cup of black coffee with nothing in it… the price of love maybe, because I have a distinct memory of affection from that old man. I just know that whenever I run out of cream, I think fondly of Uncle Leo while I gag my bitter brew down.
While the bigger bean producers get all of the popular hype from media, I myself prefer a modest cup of Folgers Classic Roast, with a good dose of French Vanilla cream. If you were to ask my husband, I am sure he would mention the cost of my magic creamer… yes I said magic, since it miraculously swirls its goodness throughout my cup of morning Jo. I will be truthful in saying that I have at least 2 to 3 cups of this go go juice… don’t judge! Trust me, coffee keeps me sane.
I know that the price of coffee in comparison to a meal, is not in the same ball park, but I would guess there are others that would agree with me when I say… I will trade myself to a band of traveling gypsies if the coffee was good… Just sayin…
You do realize how much “Garbage” I would have to sift through, to even find an uninteresting story… need I remind you that media is behaving more like it is best to get it out there first, rather than correct. That being said, I am now finding myself in a dillemma, as I do NOT read the news, or watch most tv and movies.
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Some times, I stay off of these things because of anxiety. I find, for myself, that being stimulated by everybody else’s anger, violence, drama, cruelty, and superficial behavior, stresses me the heck out!
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I do not have to read or watch the news, in order to get my information, because my husband and friends all do, and then they talk about it. I can see the tension on their faces and hear the agitation in their voices, as they try to replay the story. They read about it, and see it on the boob tube, but are unable to do anything to make a difference. I guess that is how News connects to my life, never mind an uninteresting story.
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And the thought that the media would ever deign to produce a story that has no interest… why would they do that? The world has been groomed to crave adrenaline, seek out action, and wallow in violence in order to happily exist.
Besides that, I am a child of the streets… a casualty of war, you might say… I have seen things, and gone through moments that shaped me into a very Hard person on the surface, but quite fragile beneath all my Armor.
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While I cannot scour the news, as the prompt suggested, I can scour the very environment around me for my uninteresting story. One does not have to go far beyond their own front doors, in these times, to see stories unfold right before their eyes… whether it connects to them, is a whole different topic that we don’t have time for today.
So, I will treat you to a brief uninteresting story that I saw unfold, and it really did connect to my life…
I was walking in my local park the other day, to feed my local squirrel kingdom. As I walked the path, I noticed a woman walking the same path, but moving in my direction. I discovered that she was also dropping peanuts for the local wildlife, just as I have done. It encouraged me to see someone else doing a very simple deed, with no one there to pat them on the back. She derives the same pleasure as I do, maybe, from giving food to others.
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I may not have much, but a small morsel can go a long way for a tiny creature… Give where you can, when you can, with what you can… even if it is a peanut. Sometimes big things come from small beginnings.
I hope this was enough of an answer for you WordPress. It wasn’t the easiest question to work with, but I did what I could. For everyone who stayed long enough to read this in its entirety, breakfast is on me…
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The watermelon is totally in season, so it is super sweet…
This habit that I describe, not only brings joy to my life, but purpose.
I do it when I rise, and when I rest…
I do it when I am happy…
or when I am sad…
I do it when I struggle…
and I do it when I feel triumphant…
Have you guessed it yet? I won’t leave you hanging…
What can all these pictures and descriptions tell you? Well, you should have noticed some reading, a bit of writing, some praying, some singing, some more reading, and even more praying. The last picture should be the dead giveaway for you…
Walking… sometimes through what I read, or write… other times by singing, praying, and reading some more… but always walking homeward…
Get it… Walking with God!!!
It may not seem like much, but at least I am still standing, right?!
I know I was not supposed to give you the answer, but if you read this far, you deserve to be rewarded.
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…
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…
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.**
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