Category: Bladder cancer

He’s touching me!

I am not, it’s Harry, he touches everybody.

You’re pushing me, I’m going to fall off!

Well if you fall off, just join those wimpy guys inside.

Hey, we’re not wimps, it’s warm in here.

 Charlie, keep your paws to yourself!

Uh, sorry, Kate, it’s just so crowded up here.

Joe, sweetie, your whiskers are tickling my nose, you’re so cute!

Shelly,  I just love your little beady eyes, dear. 

Crowding to the right from Whitey and his brother Biggie.

Okay everybody off to the left.  Whitey’s crowding as usual.

Tiny pops up, big ears showing.

Hey, look out there!  Is it cheese?  I think it’s cheese!  Come on guys, let’s check it out!

So goes a day in the life of mice.

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Hello Wednesday-two hours from now. Cold this evening, but sunny today. Wind never stops. But hey, WP working great! Thanks to the powers that be……

Ceenphotography.wordpress.com has some new questions for us this week:

1.  Have you ever run out of gas?

No.  My husband did when I was with him.  I had to keep from smiling because I knew it was going to happen.  He assured me we had at least three gallons when the gauge showed “empty”.  I guess not😂

2.  Black or green olives?

Definitely green, love them.🍸

3.  If you were a great explorer, where would you go?

I would love to see New Zealand and Australia.

4.  Share some of your favorite quotes.
“It ain’t over till the fat lady sings” Dan Cook

“You’re killin’ me, Smalls” The Sandlot

“It’s like deja vu all over again”. Yogi Berra

“Vern”. Stand By Me

“There’s 106 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, its dark out, and we’re wearing sunglasses”. Elwood Blues

“Go ahead, make my day”.  Clint Eastwood
 

I am grateful for my grandson’s fourteenth birthday this past weekend.  A great kid adopted from Korea as an infant, born without arms and he can do anything.  There’s a video of him playing his first basketball game where he scored a three pointer.  I put it on an early blog Prompt post, named Determination.
Looking forward to the weekend and following week because it’s payday!  Yea!😄🎉🎊👍🏻

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Was in a hurry to fix the chicken

My hubby said, “can’t you quicken

Your cooking, what the dickens?”

“No” I replied, “the sauce has to thicken.”

Temper raged, the chair he was kickin

I yelled at him, “what is this flicking?”

He yelled back, “Im ready to start lickin”

It wasn’t done, knew he wouldn’t stop pickin

So I added some poison to make him sicken

As he ate more and more

He fell to the floor

Looked up and said

“What is this, Wicken?”

I put on my pointy hat,

Snickering
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/quicken/ 

Memories are fickle
Compare them to pickles
They can be sweet or sour
Delightful or dour
Can come in slices
Or in relish dices
Little and jerky
Or large and cheek squirky
It’s my new word
When the feelings absurd
In the top of your cheeks
It can give you the creeps
Just thinking of eating
Something sour seeping
Onto your tongue.
Memories hung
From happenings in life
Should not cause strife
So keep to the pickles
Open the jar
It’s a taste beyond par.

 

 

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/02/27/daily-word-prompt-23-memories/

His touch always lights a spark somewhere deep inside. I wouldn’t describe it as a butterfly as others do, or that might just be the beginning. The spark is like a longer lasting jolt of pure pleasure. You might need a rest after this type of feeling, especially if you’re lucky enough to have it more than once. It is described as a delight of good health, love, happiness and satisfaction. The twist is that most of the time it only lasts for a few years.

 

 
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I suppose no matter where you ramble, whether physically, or in your imagination, you always come back to your center. The true you, the one you can’t get away from, cannot hide from, for even a moment.

 
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Winter was all around. The trees were bald of leaves and their scraggly branches seemed to appear as if they were abandoned. The only flaw in the atmosphere was the different glow from the sun, stretching their shadows into long wispy lengths.

The afternoon sun always pleased Lucinda. She was happy to be named after a star and was as bright and full of light as it was. It’s plausible that her mother was also a lover of nature. Each time they entered a forest or meadow, she would point out beautiful things to her daughter. This was a good way to teach her daughter to appreciate her mirabilis surroundings. Lucinda learned a lot about nature from her mother.

This night as the sun disappeared, Lucinda and her mother waited to see Lucinda’s namesake in the evening sky.

 

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He knew their secret
Definitely hidden
Behind the blue door
Boys were secretly smoking
Their healthy future to burn

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This is definitely something good^^^^

I was going to say my WP problems were all worked out. Alas, I spoke too soon. I need patience which is not in my repertoire. I am writing this on the “write” section, which I always find difficult. But here goes…..Good Evening bloggers!
Whoever made up that name? Oh well. To me it sounds like a combination of bog, slog and log, so maybe that’s appropriate considering my type of posts. You do make me happy with your comments, and thank you very much!
I’m hoping for warmer weather to melt the icy roads here. I wish spring/autumn weather for the rest of you! Have a great week.

 

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Hit the glass you salty little darling. Vodka just isn’t the same without you. You’re just the first of many that I’ll add. What’s a little bit of salt when the real problem is the liquid that you’re falling into? If I add enough of you, maybe it will be so satisfying I won’t need to add any more vodka. 

A second drink wouldn’t be so terrible would it? Yes, I’m hungry, not for food, just for you, in my liquid refreshment. Funny how it’s called refreshing when it causes just the opposite reaction. But even if I don’t like the taste without you little green beauties, I like the feeling as it goes down. You just help make it palatable. I never used to drink like this. Sitting here alone at the table. But that was before I had you as my friends. I like talking to you because you only listen. No one else listens anymore.

Here you go, a couple more to keep you company. Try not to splash, I can only afford one more shot before I go home. Soaking in all that liquid makes you both taste much better. Is it you or the vodka?

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