This is exactly where I was last Sunday when she had the audacity to say I couldn’t be her boyfriend because I was “just a jock”. I was not as rude in telling her she was “just a cheerleader”.
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http://fivedotoh.com/2022/10/10/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-188/
Can we really know everything? We can try but of course not.
Where were people before they were born? I doubt they were lying comfortably in a stork’s nest.
Does the Law of Attraction exist? I believe it does.
Do we love ourselves more in the virtual world and less in the real world? If so, why? If nay, why? I’m not in a virtual world, ever, but think people are generally happier there, thus the attraction of it.
Are you happy? If anyone says they are happy 100% of the time, they are lying. I am happy most of the time and choose it. Some days you have to choose, so choose well.
http://christinebialczak.com/2022/10/10/share-your-world-2022-10-october/
My choice is MLB pitcher Joe Musgrove with his articulate after-game interview. You should skip to his presence in front of the press to see/hear his words.
NEW YORK — Through five innings in Game 3 of the National League Wild Card Series on Sunday night, Joe Musgrove had limited the Mets to one hit. The Padres’ right-hander was as dominant as he’s been since he put pen to paper on a $100 million contract extension two months ago – an extension he signed with games like this in mind.
Try this one: “Live Free or Die Hard”. I liked the Justin Long character and of course Bruce Willis is McClane😀
There was a clear thread of pathway after the bridge. It was close enough to the start of “old ghost road” that even my bravado started to break into a sweat. Holding up his wrist to stop, Joe started to tell the mysterious legend. He knew of it because his father was a doctor also.
All I saw was a dilapidated shed, but there was a slight aura around it. I’d never seen an aura before and when acknowledging it, the howling began. Stepping closer together, waiting for whatever was next, Joe moved forward into the shed.
In the trees on the sides of the road that led to this site, glowing pairs of eyes watched, not in a menacing way, but as observers. Joe entered the shack and the howling stopped.
I waited anxiously outside the building and then Joe appeared holding something. It was a baby. A baby with a human mother that was protected by a family of wolves, the miracle. Joe helped save the child and the legend lives on.
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https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2022/10/09/wordle-573/#like-2706
Dream—as in living it? That’s what I thought I would be doing, but it didn’t end up that way. I disclose this because I was brought up to think of the fairytale dream—be a good girl, meet Prince Charming, get married, not necessarily live in a castle, but marry, and it’s with the love of my life and anticipation of my dream coming true.
Whoever decided that this should be a little person’s dream? Was it Disney? Maybe it was someone who imparted this dream in one of the numerous books I read as a child? Or someone who’s dreams came true for the rest of their life? But that’s what a dream is, isn’t it, it’s not reality.
It was not putting on a pink peignoir on my honeymoon and hoping because I saved myself for this person who I am in love with that everything is going to be “dreamy”. And even if that one particular night didn’t go as well as planned or dreamed of, I was still hopeful, still enamored by another and the “two” will try to make the dream come true, together.
Unfortunately, it does take two, not just one having the dream. And then life happens, they have children, have jobs, have responsibilities, and even though everything looks perfect from the outside, it rarely is. And it wasn’t. It was real, actual…it was practical.
Reality has a tendency to laugh and crush dreams. You shouldn’t tell that to a child or a teenager or a young person entering college who has their life in front of them.
Life is so much harder mentally today than when I had the dream. Young people have been indoctrinated by news, peer pressure, gaming, and social media; they know about reality. I don’t want to admonish them for dreaming. I try to encourage, be positive; but there comes a point when I’m asked a flat out question and try to answer it. Truthfully. It’s no longer viable to sidestep pragmatism.
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***written for Blogbattle#18
https://mjmallon.com/2015/07/14/blog-battle-week-18-theme-dream/
Breakfast was cereal which my sister insisted on eating under the kitchen table like a dog😂. Lunch was in a bag from home and not memorable, we were in a one room schoolhouse with no amenities except a bathroom.
Dinner was always great as we lived on a dairy farm with a huge garden, apple orchard, berries and grapes etc, and all the trimmings which meant meat, potatoes, veggies and dessert. My mom did all the cooking and cleaning up.
We used manners, always sat down at the table, and the table was set correctly every meal. I think now probably, cleaning up by herself was a respite for her as we were outside most of that time. We didn’t have homework as kids today do, but we had chores around the farm.
We had huge family meals on the holidays with my three sisters and their families. I usually ended up taking all the kids outside to play.
A few meals I have made for my own family and passed down to grandkids, but they sure do not taste as good as mom made them😀
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https://fromcavewalls.wordpress.com/2022/10/06/throwback-thursday-57-family-meal-rituals/
It was one of those intermittent low points we all have, but this was a lesser one. Therapists have said there is no weakness in having the feelings come over you as long as you don’t let it pierce your mind often.
Well it does stab me often, but I won’t tell him that—let him conjecture on the extent of my miserable existence. I once allowed him into that deep well and was immediately hospitalized. I learned it will always be with me and I have learned to control it…mostly.
Julie slipped lower into the warm bath bubbles, trying to relax, letting the images dissipate into the warm air. “You’re not in control today!” she told them.
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https://travelwithintent.com/2022/10/09/low/
http://cyranny.com/2022/10/09/weakness-word-of-the-day-challenge/
http://fivedotoh.com/2022/10/09/fowc-with-fandango-intermittent/
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/10/09/miserable/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/10/09/rdp-sunday-pierce/
Looking at a recipe for pumpkin bread and clicking on it to see a disgusting ad featuring what looks like a decimated foot. Am I the only one who is sick of these gross ads displayed everywhere?? And in a recipe that’s supposed to encourage you to make the recipe and eat it?
Needless to say I just clicked off. When did it become necessary to advertise someone’s personal, supposedly private malady in “full living color”?
Is there possibly any internet site that doesn’t have these? Here on WP we have them. Last time I checked my own blog there was one ad and it was fine. However I noticed some followers had commented on old blog posts and saw there were four in a row.
I accept the fact companies need ads but please, be polite. These repellant, nauseating ads just find me vowing never using whatever product they are selling.
🤢🤢🤢
The Bag Lady 
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