Author: rugby843

I am a widow since 2013 and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled. I'm 11 years away from having bladder cancer resulting in a urostomy and I'm doing well. This cancer was a result of having radiation in 1995 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 eight gorgeous kids, featuring them often here, and a great grandmother to two as of today, 6/7/25! I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, and some sports. I absolutely appreciate your reading and commenting on my blog. I am 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! Cheryl

And so it begins…😡

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We were at WM today and passed this display of books. The photo shows that I had just finished turning all the books around the way they should be presented.

When we saw the display someone had turned all the books backwards and put bibles in front of them…WTF? My daughter took the Bibles all off and put them back on the shelves where they belonged.

I turned all the Swift books around. It’s bad enough to be accosted by groups of women, preaching to you, or wanting you to join some cult or telling you about God or Jesus, or whatever, that is bad enough, but going around to book displays for Pete sake, Taylor Swift? that’s just ridiculous.

If people don’t wake up and stop this nonsense, it’s going to be life like the Handmaid’s Tale 😳😡

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Winnie’s Woe

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Poor Winnie, she stood right outside the door, hoping the sun would cure her, aches and pains and a sallow complexion might have been a product of her melancholy. She was physically exhausted as night after night she watched the moon climbing into the empty sky, and then fitfully dreamed of lost love. Winnie’s days were long and tiring and certainly disappointing. There was no one to help her get out of her slump. It was affecting her appearance and wrinkles started forming around her constant frowning lips. One night she decided to make a wish on a falling star, silently pleading for a happier life. The next day she decided to make a change by herself because it seemed no one else would help her. She got up early, walked down the path near the beach and on a whim, ran into the surf. It was invigorating and she even screamed to the waves, “I’m ready!” She had a sudden burst of excitement and then ran out and lay on the sand. She cared not that she was soaking wet and gathering sand on her clothes, even looked up to the sun, smiling.

“Ready for what?”A deep voice asked, and right then, Winnie didn’t feel woeful at all.

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OLWG# 383- Rigmor @ The Met

The Sunday Whirl

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The school decided to have a seventies retro love in, celebrating freedoms of all kinds, some controversial in closed minds, but that was not deterring them. The principal’s role was to only bear witness and not get physically involved, staying off the streets and in the commons area. His wife was surprised the next morning to see newspaper images of an untidy man behind prison bars. Headlines reading: “Principal Jones Reveres Protesting Students. Jones let personal feelings from his college days get the better of him and was seen chaining himself to the bike racks along with his students.”

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Steampunk Saturday Study?

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What is it about the mysterious men—the ones that just sit there drawing you in? First of all they’re smoking so their breath‘s not great and it looks like he’s not showered or shaved on this date. I hate to admit it, but that’s part of his charm, and that may be how he disarms. I guess it’s the mystery, he’s just sitting where, a valise by his side and a weapon there.
A soldier of fortune that’s what he could be or an adventurer traveling the seas. It’s the steam punk era, so it could be the future where every human has metal sutures. I have to say this man stirs intrigue, but alas, I fear he’s out of my league!

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I hope it’s okay I borrowed this image, Kevin.

Steampunk Saturday: 09.14.24

MLMM Saturday Mix

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“Hey Joe, see that speech bubble floating around you? You better start talking…”

“I can’t, I’m busy killing this ant hill that’s been biting my horses. I’ll give you ten bucks to grab it and use it yourself!”

Mike grabs the speech bubble, says a bunch of expletives into it and it blows up. “Taken care of, Joe! That sure was an easy ten bucks!”

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Lucky Dip – Saturday Mix, 14 September 2024

Autumn Sonnet

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I see the maple tree leaves turning red

Leafy veins appearing so white at first

The summery green story now been read

The cooler weather causes sugar thirst

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Maple trees are not the only changing

Even wavering aspens turn golden

Mother Nature landscape rearranging

Those summer hues are turning, emboldened

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Apple cider scents in the autumn air

Drifting along the bonfire sand beaches

Carved pumpkins sitting on the perron stairs

School has started with classes and teachers

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Autumn delights even in the kitchen

Eat pumpkin or apple, just a smidgen.

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NTT 2 – Surprise Party

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Joe woke up and couldn’t get this image out of his head. That group of new guys from the office did seem a bit strange at first, but Joe was always friendly to new recruits. Joe accepted their offer of joining them for a surprise party for one of their sisters.
It was a surprise all right. Joe walked in the house beside the rest of the guys and there was a huge room with a door. The guys encouraged him to go through the door, and inside was another elaborate room with a huge bed in the middle. In the bed supposedly, was the sister. Joe started to back up and leave when he realized he was in a bad situation, but the drink he was given when he first entered, chugged because he was nervous, took effect. As the room started to swirl, Joe realize he had been drugged and when he woke up, he was in that bed, and it was empty except for him. Thank God he thought as he got up and left the room. The entire house was empty and Joe left and called a taxi to go home.
When Monday rolled around and Joe entered the office, the guys from the group just acted normally. Joe didn’t think he should bring up or ask what happened, in case he was at fault for something. When it came time, he went into the break room, and suddenly that vision, those horrible faces all appeared on the group of men standing around him. Joe was frightened, and tried to leave, but it was like he was glued to the floor. The group of men surrounded him, and that was the last Joe was ever seen.
So if a bunch of new people ask you to join them for a surprise party you might be the one surprised.

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No Theme Thursday: 09.12.24