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
Lately the ads are getting more obnoxious, more prevalent and more annoying. A poem or story is broken apart by them, losing flow and continuity, and that’s just the start! Ping backs are not working. In my case—of Linda’s One Liner Wednesday I had to re-sign into WP, leave all my info again and then hit post comment. It wouldn’t take so had to redo it. I follow a lot of blogs and this takes time. Then after having to repeat the process, it comes back saying the comment is a duplicate!
The butter was a rapidly melting mass on the filthy tabletop. It was a poormarket offering that had been squandered here. Footprints of the person responsible could be well seen in the spilled flour, also now a poisoned mess accompanied by rat droppings. The detective hurried to open a window in order to send some of the putrid odors away. The woman’s body lay oddly draped over the stove. “What do you surmise, Sherlock”, the detective queried.
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
My favorite pair of shoes were mid high golden tan high heels. I bought them with my first paycheck from a job a started on my eighteenth birthday. They matched the beige pantyhose I wore and would go with any of my limited wardrobe. Slacks were not allowed then. As I think back I’m sure they were a transition symbol from teenager to adult in a tangible form. I wore them when I stepped on a nail and had to go to the ER. I wore them after I married and years later. The leather shoes were a good quality and lasted a long time.
o kodwa you zo-nge li-sa namhlange (A-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani (A-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza She’s a rich girl She don’t try to hide it Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He’s a poor boy Empty as a pocket Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose Sing ta na na Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
People say she’s crazy She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Well that’s one way to lose these Walking blues Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She was physically forgotten Then she slipped into my pocket With my car keys She said you’ve taken me for granted Because I please you Wearing these diamonds
And I could say ooh ooh ooh As if everybody knows What I’m talking about As if everybody would know Exactly what I was talking about Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon He makes the sign of a wave The poor boy changes clothes And puts on after-shave To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing But they ended up by sleeping In a doorway By the bodegas and the lights on Upper Broadway Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
And I could say ooh ooh ooh As if everybody here would know What I was talking about I mean everybody here would know exactly What I was talking about Talking about diamonds
People say I’m crazy I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes Well that’s one way to lose These walking blues Diamonds on the soles of our shoes
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