“Snakes, why did it have to be snakes?”
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Author: rugby843
I am five years a widow and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled.
I'm three years away from having bladder cancer resulting in a urostomy and I'm doing well. This cancer was a result of having radiation twenty three years ago because of uterine cancer. So have faith in yourself, a cancer diagnosis is not a death sentence.
My first try at blogging was an attempt to help other people with my condition. I am a mother of three married children, and a grandmother to nine gorgeous kids, featuring them often here. I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, anything British, and some sports.
I absolutely appreciate your reading and commenting on my blog. So happy to read all of your blogs and learn more about you. Please comment however you like, ask whatever, and I'll answer honestly.
Thanks for reading!
Scott’s Daily Prompt: Love
Now this is a Prompt I can get behind, in front of, stand side by side, lift up, get under, hop over, get jiggy with and dance to….love. I love it!❤️
https://thehouseofbailey.wordpress.com/2018/06/20/scotts-daily-prompt-love/
Ramblingsofawriter2016 Weekly Poetry Challenge 101
Family gathers close for safety
Circling for support
Comfort needed to survive
Welcomed companions
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**welcome back, Elsie, wishing you well.🤗
Daily Addictions Prompt: Disaster
Trying something new for a basket
Moms gone, couldn’t ask her
Recipe help I surely need
I’m not of her culinary breed
She could throw together anything
While I struggle with napkin rings
Lacking all the proper ingredients
Used the net to be expedient
Trying to use the substitutes
Not advised by cooking institutes
A small change here, a little there
Disaster awaits, diners beware!
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/06/17/disaster/
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge
Unleashed sad tears soaked
Nourishing desert feelings
Barren heart revived
COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 89, “DRY & WET,” #SYNONYMSONLY
Quick Fire Round 7#
Just found this guy today, love his humour, give him a gander!
What Makes Us, Us?
Are eyebrows considered facial hair or just surplus eye hair?
If a kid refuses to sleep during nap time, are they guilty of resisting a rest?
She sells sea shells by the sea shore, has anyone asked why yet?
If glassblowers inhale do they get a pane in the stomach?
Why does the Easter bunny carry eggs? Rabbits don’t lay eggs.
What disease did cured ham actually have?
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
Why do people keep running over a thread a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?
If you met a vampire, would you let it bite you for eternal life or would you shove a stake in its…
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Tuesdayuseitinasentence-Happiness
Happiness is its Tuesday, not Monday!
https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/tuesdayuseitinasentence-happiness/
Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt
Sitting at the typewriter, thinking, what to write? Should I write of my lost love, the man who suddenly appeared and fulfilled my every need? Should I write a poem explaining how much I still love him even though he’s gone? Could I even express the sorrow I feel for losing him?
I’ve written about him before, in specific terms, height, build, eyes, those gray blue eyes that pierce my soul when I look, really look, into them. I’ve told stories of his charm, his cleverly written expressions, his wit that kept surprising me even after three years of contact? That was the original attraction, laughing at his witty remarks, liking his ideas of humor alongside my own. It drew us together.
And then, and then it became more. Almost an obsession, delving deeper into our feelings, backgrounds, how our personalities merged perfectly.
No, I don’t think I should.
MLMM Photo Challenge 219
Up from the depths she rose, always looking, striving upward, never to be held down. They tried everything to keep her down, under the mass of disappointment. They thought they had trapped her into despair. They tied her up, fenced in her mind, her ideas were all too new to them and they wouldn’t accept it. They were afraid of any new concepts she offered, answers to their age old questions, and buried her under their fear.
She held onto one thing they hadn’t known for centuries, and very little of it survived their attempts to destroy her, but you can see it there above her. A tiny bit of love she found in their universe, and it will not be daunted, it is surviving, and will grow until it saves them.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/photo-challenge-219/
Putting My Feet in the Dirt 19
Grandchildren love to play tricks on us. Sometimes it’s all of them in cahoots with chaos and sometimes it’s hilarious. Recently a trick was played on me,and it backfired.
The middle three came calling with a friend, we talked a while, it was late and dark outside. One has a key so when they leave, he locks the door. I’m usually on my bed at that time of night and not in my wc.
We all said our good nights and love yous and then I heard the door. I didn’t hear it lock. I got into the chair to check the lock, suspicious that something was up. As I reached the living room, great laughter as they jumped out of the darkness, then disappointment as I calmly ignored them. They forget I’ve been around for a long time….
