I have a distinct memory of a recent question prompt that asked me to describe myself, or something like that anyways. After I thought about my earlier answer, I wondered if my first description would be enough information for somebody who couldn’t take a look.
The only thing I would change regarding my tag lines, if you will, would be to further explain things a bit…
Like the part about me being a Chatty Cathy Doll… I am actually like a chatty doll that makes others smile and laugh with my incessant babbling… oh, and I lost the string from my back, so you just have to gently poke me instead, and I will start right up!
If I were to add anything to the part about me being a Loud Mouthed Frog, well, it would be that I am the kind of frog that tries to carry all the little ones on my back, since they are not big enough to go it alone yet, you know what I mean?
Now, before I leave the goodies for everyone, I am kind of curious as to the accuracy of my descriptors. How close would you say I am to being accurate? Please don’t feel obligated to comment a bunch of fluff, cause I know you love me already, but I am actually curious about how close I am to what others might see.
No, this is not me… It does bring a picture to your minds eye, though.
According to the web…
Webster’s defines Tradition as, “an inherited, established, or customary pattern of thought, action, or behavior (such as a religious practice or a social custom) b. : a belief or story or a body of beliefs or stories relating to the past that are commonly accepted as historical though not verifiable.
Daily writing prompt
What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?
I do believe in the value and importance of traditions, and for the most part it benefits the generations that follow suit… However…
There are souls in this world that get lost along the way, warping family traditions with generational bondage, and then proceed to instill that into their offspring instead of healthy values.
Again, according to Merriam Webster, the short definition of Bondage is, “the tenure or service of a villein, a serf, or an enslaved person”.
There was once a man and a woman, both with baggage (bondage)…
They came together, bore children, and so began the traditions…
Of the offspring, some still wander the wilderness in tradition…
Some self destructed and wasted away, back to the earth…
Then came ME…
The Almighty, and the world around me formed something else…
I was chosen, set apart, and passionately pursued by the Creator of the World…
He lifted me up and out of Tradition…
I am a Chain Breaker!!!
This vessel has been tempered, through the Fire of pain and suffering, and the Icy grip of loneliness and fear…
Up out of the ashes rose a Survivor, a Warrior… I am the daughter of THE King…
I am the Righteousness of God, In Christ Jesus! 2 Corinthians 5:21
Chain Breaker is the tradition I have been called to leave behind, that and so much grace and love that you will gain weight just from my sweetness…
I need no approval, nor do I apologize for who I am….
That tiny bean is me…Photo by Brigitte Tohm on Pexels.com
And, in keeping with a certain tradition, here… have a cookie…
My day has been the usual… waking… rolling over… groaning in old lady discomfort… dragging myself from slumber, only to find no coffee brewed. As I typically do, I don my sweater, fluffy slippers, and headset for the tasks ahead.
Now I wait… I can hear the adorable gurgles of my coffee pot, as it tries to make me smile with its babbling converstation, while the aroma of delicious coffee floats throughout the RV…
Oh, your still here? My bad… I read this prompt, after only just getting up, so …. ya… ummm… this is a bit awkward…
Personally, if I were the prompt person, I would have planned a little bit better… one should never assume something about another, when speaking or asking questions.
I will need to finish this cup of coffee, that I now hold in my hand, and check out everybody else’s response to see if I am missing out on something of importance…
Here, I will share my coffee with you, since you came all the way in here…
And, don’t forget your sweets… breakfast of champions… now go on, git…
I am loud and proud… and you can easily compare me to a combination of a Chatty Kathy Doll and a Loud Mouth Frog!
Meaning, I do not need a microphone at Karaoke, and I can work a room like a professional politician if I must. But, if I could wish for anything, I would want to be a teddy bear… a big squishy one, that you have to win at the fair.
I would be so cute, you would not care that I never stop talking…
You can just put me in your entryway, so that every time someone comes to visit you, they only have to poke me and I will start talking about random things… see, it’s a win win…
I don’t even care about dinosaurs much, but the prompt instantly sent my brain to Triceratops.
When I was a child, I read a book called The Enormous Egg, and subsequently wasted a dozen of my mothers eggs, attempting to hatch baby dinosaurs. In vain, I nested those silly eggs… hoping to become the Mother of Dragons, I guess. All I ended up with was an awful mess in the garage, and extra dishes for 2 weeks as a punishment for taking the eggs.
From there it was downhill… a failed swimming monkey kit, broken ant colony kit, those dumb soap on a rope that had a toy dino in the middle, and on and on and on… NO TRICERETOPS! What a rip off!!
Well, I for one, will not let you read my stuff and not leave you with a reward for your efforts…
As I am ready to go home… I simply have no where on the globe that I desire to fly to, in part because I’ve done my fair share of traveling, and I’m tired. Rather than bum you out, by telling you the many other reasons I choose to stay home, I will only say that I feel comfortable right where I am.
Besides, I am going off to slay goblins and orcs, and I can do that from my chair. Funny thing is, I feel more confident in my little half-elf’s sense of adventure, than my own, when it comes to traveling.
And that ladies and gents is why I said, To the Trees… My toon lives in the forest of a great wood, and just to be clear here, I have no intention of giving you my address… its hidden, silly, I am an elf… Duh…
As we all know, I don’t do well with short answers… in honesty, they are no fun!
My memory pulls me back to my childhood, to a time when my Nana was alive. Nana was the only one to ever call me Antonia, most likely in protest over my parents laziness when I was born a girl. They expected a boy when they chose Toni Rae, but got me instead, and just stuck with the same name. But alas, this memory is too far back, nor was that name technically a nickname, so I will move ahead in time…
My children were sleeping, as well as my ex husband, so what does an overworked and underpaid mom do for fun, I took it upon myself to have a couple glasses of wine. The house was quiet, and I had the office to myself, so off I went to the World Wide Web. Alcohol does funny things to a person…
There I was, at two in the morning, heavily under the influence… don’t judge… Alcohol gives confidence and courage, but not always wise choices, so consider us all lucky that this is the only thing I got up to in the middle of the night!
So anyway, as I was perusing the internet, I came up with this hairbrained idea, to find a really cool game handle. I loved video games, especially the mmorpg ones, and everyone had awesome names for their in-game characters, or toons. I was in search of The One, if you will, game name wise…
Stumbling upon those name generating search engines, I began to look for a Native American word or name, that I could assign myself since nobody else ever wanted to do. Yes I think I am maybe Native American, and no, I did not make any valid name choice for this girl from the wilderness. Remember, wine was involved, so I make no valid claim to the name I settled on. I finally found a site that was pretty cool, in that it gave really decent explanations for the meaning and spelling/pronunciation. I came to this…
WIWOHKA – roaring, raging water…
In honesty, I cannot remember the rest of the definition, and highly doubt that it would do me any good now. For whatever the reason, the name stuck, and I have used it now for over 20 years…
Funny thing, my husband and I looked the name up once, and aside from the definition not being there anymore, we did discover a long lost Indian Tribe located somewhere near the great lakes, and they were called the Wiwohka Tribe… I can aspire!
Don’t pop my bubble by saying I am full of it… I know that I am, but where is the fun in having a really cool nickname, if there was not an amazing story behind it… I am proud of my name, even it only means that I talk a lot, and am such a cry baby that everybody gets wet when I am around! At least, maybe, you will remember me from either laughing or crying…
I am fairly certain that I can use Farm Fresh both for my health maintenance, and my well-being. I am a country girl, born and bred, so I started my life in a garden… my mothers garden, to be exact. Though I have few good memories of my parents, I do fondly remember her love for gardening and canning. Long hours were spent in orchards and fields in the nearby valley, gathering flats of seasonal produce, sold by the pound.
I can actually remember pulling up raw onions and carrots from the ground, while I was still toddling around in diapers. I fondly recall a time where I was standing by the kitchen sink, ladling out cream from a giant glass jar, delicately replacing the foil cover and rubber band that held it in place. I know, it is a strange memory to be bringing me good vibes, but well, there it is…
It’s funny how we start out in life, with a set of basic habits that set the path for our future, and we find out years later, we are back in the car again. Never fear though… As the guy says to the kid in Jurassic Park, at least we are not in the tree anymore!
What I mean is, I was born and raised on a farm, eating raw fresh and frozen, for the most part… I also spent my days out riding horses and bikes, camping, hunting, hiking, fishing, and the like… nature if you will. Years later, I am back in relatively the same place.
Obviously, time changes and moves forward, pushing us out into the world. That is where things can go way off keel for most of society… overworked, underpaid, grocery stores filled with ridiculously high prices for basic needs, and cheap prices for preserved garbage… You can do the math on what we choose to do with a dollar, when we know there may not be another one forthcoming. For most of us, we simply choose to eat the crappy stuff, cause it is cheap, and let’s admit it… it is easier to microwave a burrito, than to get the pan and ingredients out, and prepare it from scratch.
I am hoping that you are beginning to see, not only the nutritional changes occurring over time, but also the mental well-being part. I am in my 50’s with at least 2 major health conditions, and it was not until my world fell apart and I had to cold turkey my own prescription detox program, and learn how to do survival Old School.
All I can say, is that I went back to the farm… no, not a crazy farm… ha ha… very funny. I know you were thinking it, I just thought I would call it out!
What I mean is, I literally went back to doing what I did as a child. Raw, Fresh, Frozen… for the most part. I also walk nearly every day, either in my favorite local park, or along the nearby river. While I do believe in science and medicine, for me, it has not worked. Point in fact, all the medications I was given left me completely incapable of taking pills without great side effects. That means ALL pills, even things like supplements and Ibuprofen.
Never fear, however, because I take gummies for all my vitamin and supplement needs. I love the fact that I can eat candy at 6 am in the morning, and there is nothing you can do about it, HA!
So, I am not sure if you want to call this a strategy, or simply self-preservation… I leave it to you. And, in honor of todays prompt, I will select a healthy treat from the country, enjoy…
What does a girl do for travel and adventure… when her coffers are filled with moths?
Why she drums up adventures on the pages of her books, whether she makes it up as she goes along, or possibly even reads someone else’s wonderful adventure.
I have never come from money, nor do I think I would enjoy it! Don’t get me wrong, I like nice things just as much as the next girl. It is simply the age old problem we all face, at one time or another… if we have it, we spend it… if we don’t have it, we need it… vicious cycle.
If I think about it, my RV is sort of like a pirate ship… and the roads are our seas, to travel from port to port. Ok, so that is a stretch. I still wanna feel like a pirate, though. Since I was a small child, I have gone on so many adventures, in books anyhow. I have spent my entire life on the run, so the books always had happy endings, in place of my real story… that was never so neat!
Let’s see, I think our governments broken… so did the pirates… I want to sail the seas… so did the pirates… and I want to wear an eye patch, yes folks, I definitely want an eye patch… can’t see too good out of one of my peepers, anyway. So why not look really cool, right? I must confess that I have a pirate outfit that I wear when I am writing my more creative stuff…
I swear that if you judge me for wearing a pirate outfit, I will never take a picture for any of you, and you will be forever sad. You will think about it every time you take a cookie off the plate… we could have seen her in a crazy lady get up, and we had to go and make fun of her…
Besides, what does it say about you… you come with me on all of our adventures, so I’m not sure what you thought I was wearing. But I know that we would all be lost at sea, if I fell asleep in my jammies while transporting everyone to the next island.
Anyways, I apologize for getting us all side tracked, I am a broke girl, and am also tired of the real world traveling bit, as my husband is a retired Truck Driver… we have seen all the states. I have traveled internationally and while I did enjoy it, I find so much diversity right here, in my very own home state. And this is why I go on mental vacations now… I am tired!
I have figured out our world crisis problem, I am sure of it this time! I know that this may seem impossible, but hear me out before you scoff…
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I know we all cringe at the idea of having everything you think pop up above you in a thought bubble, right? I also know that I have loved Willy Wonka since I was tiny, and my favorite part was when they drank the fizzy juice and got all floaty. Here is my version of a beautiful futuristic modern society…
I think that we are advanced enough with Big Pharma, that they have for sure got the skills to create a fizzy juice, like Willy. Then they can put it in our water, because no one has thought of doing that before.
Now, this is where it benefits Us, finally!
Imagine if you will, a society that has been drinking Pharma Fizzy Water. Whenever you feel angry, or unhappy, you begin to float like a bubble… no time to slap or shoot anyone when you are pinging along your ceiling, or stuck in the vent in the office bathroom. As long as you are not happy, you continually produce bubbles that keep you in the air. Oh yeah, and if you think you can just bob around up there spouting how you feel, all that will come out are bubbles until you can use your big words.
If I think about it, Disney figured this out sort of, back when Mary Poppins arrived in theatres. It was backwards, however, as coming down off the ceiling was brought about only after being sad. Well, I say, let’s turn that frown upside down…
I will add in a caviot that allows for all toddlers to have natural immunity to this, as all parents need to go through the trenches of toddlers, it builds great character! Besides, I do not want to imagine dirty diapers and soggy teething biscuits dropping out of the sky, willy nilly.
My new bubble idea has many great advantages, though I will admit that there are some challenges, possibly even some flaws that I have not foreseen. But as our world has taught us, so fully, this planet is filled with many souls who rise to challenges, and are also the inventors of the future, and nothing beautiful that we have ever dreamt of comes without a rough draft…
I left some drinks for you to take, and I tried to make sure there would be a flavor for everyone’s liking… Trust me, it won’t hurt, and it will be over before you know it…
Journey With Me! 