Author: rugby843

I wasn’t going to write anything today. I wrote my SoCS post last night. I dreaded even seeing the 9th appear, just as I do every year since 2013. But as I’m crying writing this, I think Jimmy had enough willpower for the both of us. I called him Jimmy but he didn’t like it. His grandmother and I ignored his wanting to be called Jim only, but I liked the intimate feel, the friendly, inside knowledge, and privilege of it. There’s a lot to be thought in a person’s name. It shows how close you are to the person, an endearment such as honey, sweetheart, if you like.

Protests aside I always called him Jimmy, it was natural. Our first born is named James Donald, after his father and his grandfather, two perfectly ordinary names but my wanting to call our son Jimmy was the last straw and he’s always been known as Don.

I haven’t done this prompt before and I think today I just wanted to express to a stranger how I feel. Sitting here trying to stop bawling like a baby, while my seldom made up face dribbles brown lash paint and I realize it hadn’t hit me yet, the day, the date. Today I woke up thinking I need to take out the trash and my granddaughter may come over, thus supposedly needed mascara and lipstick.

I made a cup of coffee, read other blogs and even laughed at a few, got angry along with a few who expressed similar feelings about news, and tried to ignore any prompts. I just was not in the mood to write something perky. And I’ve wanted perky lately after writing about Trump so long. Then looking at this iPad, the date loomed out. I tried to ignore it, this is what happened, this is my story for today.

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https://mmastorytime.com/2021/01/08/mma-storytimes-word-of-the-day-willpower/

“The sky’s the limit” might be what the members of the Trump administration thought, coming into the White House in 2016.

Surely that’s what they thought, or wished would happen, along with Trump’s promise of fame and fortune. probably emphasis on the latter.

At this point I cannot help but doubt that any one of those people had their oaths in mind, for service to and for the people. I think this because if they initially had a moral responsibility to fulfill their job, and soon found out that their leader had duped them, they should have left.

I was born, grew up and live in the United States, and I respect the heritage we earned.

Now I look at what has happened in the last four years and I am ashamed. These people now fleeing as if all of a sudden they woke up to realize how horrible Trump was and how he was destroying our heritage sickens me.

How can any of them look themselves in the mirror and now say it was all Trump’s fault? He is culpable, but so are every one of them.

As far as I am concerned every single person who aided and abetted Trump should go to jail with him. The worst I see as a grandmother, is the destruction of an institution that will take my grandchildren’s generations years to repair.

No forgiveness from me.

https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/08/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2021-daily-prompt-jan-9th/

Help find out who these people are and tell the FBI.

https://rugby843blog

“I say, young man, remove yourself from my property immediately! Get away from those flowers!” The gruff man’s words seemed not to be heard as the boy took no exception and continued to gather and add to his mob of daisies.

Thomas was walking home from school in his usual lackadaisical manner, kicking at pebbles, or petting the stray cat at his feet. He started thinking about his mom as soon as he saw the daisies. He didn’t know why she liked them so much as they did not appear special to him. The more he thought about his mother, he decided to pick some of the daisies and give them to her.

Always a loving child, Thomas had been in a world of his own since he was born. Outside disturbances didn’t bother him, and he did not hear the old man’s warning. Thomas was about to take one more and because he had small hands, he dropped it, surprised to see a pair of shoes in front of him as he bent to pick it up.

“Now see what you’ve done, interfered with my garden, taken the roots and everything. . .” At that moment he really looked at the young thief, realized he had scared him. “It is not my intention to scare you child, but you should have asked if you wanted those daisies.”

Thomas stepped back suddenly, coming out of his own thoughts to see the man in front of him was mad about something. He started to hand the flowers to the man. Thomas scared red face softened the man’s heart. “Go ahead, keep them.” He gestured this to Thomas and put the flowers back in Thomas’ hand.

Both the man and the boy learned something that day.

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https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/01/08/rdp-friday-mob/

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/01/08/fowc-with-fandango-interfere/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/01/08/your-daily-word-prompt-exception-ydwordprompt-january-8-2021/

I suppose in the dictionary vernacular

This word for breakfast related, is jentacular

It’s one of those everyday words

When used in conversation, sounds spectacular!

I love an unusual prompt thrown in the rink

It does what it does to make you think

And who doesn’t need a distraction these days

With all the news of horrible days.

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https://cyranny.com/2021/01/08/jentacular-word-of-the-day-challenge/

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Politician, Chief of Unicorn Division, Hairapist, Chocolate Beer Specialist, Professional Snuggler, Ranch Dressing Expert, Space Lawyer, Penguinologist, and my favorite: Knitter in Residence. These professions remind me of the phrase by Roseanne Barr, in 1985–domestic goddess.

You don’t have to be a “basket case” to be in these professions but it must help.

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/tale-weaver-309-7th-january-a-basket-case/

Daily Prompt: Shine 1-10-17

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https://fivedotoh.com/category/friday-flashback/

C’mon now, admit it, the first thought in your head was Trump😀

https://lindaghill.com/

A better day than yesterday, we can all agree on that! As I’m relaxing after the monumental chore of laundering and remaking my king sized bed, let me just say. . .WHEW, having a snack of grapefruit wedges and contemplating what to choose on my iPad to watch or listen to since my tv bit the dust yesterday, and I started thinking about:

Yup, language. Now living alone I can say anything I want. I often curse out appliances, the s ooter gets the most abuse, and wheelchair and other things. The youngest grandchild I see is 14 and she and the other kids know me a little too well. There may be a few looks, but everyone keeps silent.

The problem is trying the Zoom app. With all far away adults at Christmastime, we decided to try it. My big mouth as one of my older sisters was trying to remember the saying, “happy as pigs in….” so of course I happily finished it, “in shit”, I said. It got looks and then she laughed. She will be 91 in February and still a corker!

So remember, “language!”😎😄

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https://rugby843.blog

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I love snow. I’m dressed in my New Year’s Eve tuxedo

I don’t like wind

This is what I look like getting my mail and taking the trash out

I like bundling up!

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https://sandmanjazz.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/new-year-new-sandman-writing-challenge/#like-14401