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Exactly what is a fandango anyway? I looked it up and there are a thousand ways to interpret it, well maybe not thousands, but some funny ones…

I started following this gentleman – https://fivedotoh.wordpress.com – when I spied his icon…who could not be curious and interested in what’s hidden behind the paper bag? Certainly not me and the love affair began…well not really, I just said that to get your attention…

1. Window or aisle? Aisle, I’m claustrophobic.

2. White bread or whole wheat? Whole wheat, more flavor.

3. Car or pickup? Car, a 1964 Ford Mustang, silver blue with white interior.

4. iPhone or Android? Samsung android, but I wouldn’t mind an iPhone…

5. Foreign or domestic? Depends on the subject…people, film, travel, food, wine? Both.

6. Hip hop or pop? Pop.

7. Watch tv or read a book? Read, unless it’s Outlander or Poldark on PBS, or History Channel, Natgeo….I guess both!

8. Summer or winter? Winter. You can bundle up to get warm, but the hot sun doesn’t agree with me.

9. Daytime or nighttime? Daytime because even though I can’t be out in it a lot, I love the light, cheeriness, positive vibes the sun gives.

10. Hot or cold? Cold, you can always get warmer, but relief from heat is more difficult.

11. New or old? Oldies are goodies in most things, except bananas.

12. Fiction or nonfiction? Love both.

13. Poetry or prose? If it’s not mine, Poetry.

14. Democrat or Republican? Independent — isn’t it against the law to ask this?😂

15. Windows or Mac? No question. Apple is so much easier than Windows.

16. Mountains or oceans? For reasons above and general beauty, the mountains, every time.

17. Whole or skim? I detest milk, but if I have to use it, skim.

18. Coffee or tea? What happened to the third part of that question (or me)? Coffee hot, iced tea.

19. Football or baseball? I grew up in VT, baseball. Now I like rugby, hence my handle.

20. Soda or pop? In New England it was soda. In TX and CO, it was pop. Now I don’t drink either.

Well that was fun, Fandango! I hope more people take you up on it. I’m proof that curiosity doesn’t always kill the cat…wound, embarrass, maybe, but I’m not dead yet!

https://rugby843.blog

Went out today midst the lights and holly

Saw kids I missed for a while, it was jolly.

The firefighter wants to be in C A

For the fires there but we want him to stay

Here where it’s safe, relatively so

He’s needed here with the coming snow

The college girl is home for a bit

School’s out but has a job-working at it

When we all get together in a few days

We’ll prep all the fixings for cookies to bake.

It’s only two weeks before the big day

Everything’s busy, but going okay.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/jolly/

Wrapped presents all day, it takes me a longer time than most people. It’s difficult to do everything from a rolling chair. You may think, well you’re sitting, what’s so hard about that? This: reaching, picking stuff up you drop without falling on your head, trying to get out of your own way using rolls of paper and ribbon. But it was pretty much fun and I find I’m the designated wrapper for everyone in the family since last year I attached jingle bells to everyone’s presents and used real ribbon instead of the paper type. So now I guess it’s my job😳

Of course I also have everyone’s secrets in my apartment also, including a bag of chocolate Lindor red foil wrapped balls. Heehee, they left them here by mistake.

That’ll teach them….😈

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

https://rugby843.blog

A new prompt I see

The word is degree

Being a sometimes lazy person

Go to the rhyming zone submersion

Words, words aplenty

Many, many more than twenty

I peruse the rhymes with glee

They don’t even charge a fee

Some cause a laugh

A slap on my knee

I’m just kidding

That’s not me.

Prompts inspire a train of thought

At least that’s how it ought

To be, but I know myself

This one belongs on the shelf.

😳🙄😟😔

Apologies

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/degree/

Remembering

Empathy

For your pain

Love is

Endless

Caring

Touching

Intimacy

Over

Now

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/12/09/weekend-writing-prompt-32-reflection/

She sat mindlessly watching the television, sound muted. It was the same story, two people meet, fall in love, disagree over something, resolve their conflict and then the happy ending. I could write that script a thousand times, she thought. Why is it always so easy in some book or movie? Real life isn’t like that, it’s meetings and smiles, talking and listening, fighting and making up, and then she stopped. That IS the movie plot!

But it’s not real life is it, arguing with herself. Love doesn’t last or turn all syrupy in the end, life is not like that. Life is hard. It’s not some white fluffy cloud you float around on, it’s roses with sharp thorns, dogs that bite, illness, pain and suffering. She chided herself, you’re being too harsh, life is difficult, yes, but it also has gifts and reward, children’s laughter, passion and love, you can’t forget that, you need to think of that.

“I need you to think of that” she suddenly heard him, his voice in a whisper. “You need to remember the good times, the fun, the love we shared. . .I still love you, and we will meet again”.

I love you too, answering silently, I always will, but I miss you.

https://rugby843.blog

I feel a song

Coming along

An old one for sure

Still holds allure

“First you say you do, and then you don’t

Then you say you will, and then you won’t”.

The leading man makes no exit

Leading lady has longest legs that

Like to dance in slinky strides

Into the doorway entrance glides

Across the floor to the sexy beat

And settles into the nearest seat

It’s a tune in minor key they make

To the song, “every breath you take”

A major romance starts to brew

He loves to dance and takes her cue

Admires her gown of cobalt blue

They dance all night till the band is through

💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻🕺🏻

1940’s Delta Rhythm Boys – They are cool and smooth!

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/12/09/saturday-mix-opposing-forces-9-december-2017/

It’s Friday night about 11:00 and my upstairs neighbors and their oversized dog just got out of their car yelling and now they’re upstairs running around. So I’m writing to fill in time till they settle and I can sleep. The prompt for Saturday is “liqu” which makes me think of liquor. I don’t know why because I don’t drink. It’s been about twenty years since drinking wine or having a cocktail when my husband and I went out to eat or to a party. I stopped any alcohol when I started taking pain meds. Funny to think of it now but I’ve never been drunk or been much of a connoisseur of wine, etc. I did enjoy wine tasting in the Napa Valley on a trip without our kids, but that seems like ancient history now.

My dad used to drink liquor and beer and I remember him having a small bit of creme dementhe at night when I was in my teens. The first alcohol I had was when I was 18, on a first date in a nice restaurant where my date ordered a bottle of wine. The date turned out to be my husband a year and a half later, but I digress.🙄 Of course I was smitten by the love at first sight bug and during the date I was a nervous wreck. Not wanting to appear the naive girl I actually was, I had a couple of glasses of the wine. Everything was fine until we were about to leave. I stood up from the table and felt dizzy. Luckily he guided me out the door. As soon as we were outside in the chilly air I was fine. I was very careful from then on not to make the same mistake.

Now I might have a glass of plum wine on my birthday, but that’s all and yes I did this year, but it had been four years before that since I treated myself. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have some amaretto or something to make a drink like we used to do when we were a young couple and entertain, but now I think, no way. It’s like having ice cream in your freezer all the time, and hot fudge at the ready, or making my favorite molasses or peanut butter cookies. I know my limits. I have an addictive personality. You know this because I scribble so much here on my blog! I know what is too tempting so I rarely bake or buy those things. Don’t get me wrong, if I had my husband still, or a companion, I’m sure we would partake of these things together, but being by myself, it’s not a habit I want to cultivate.

http://lindaghill.com/2017/12/08/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-9-17/

This is a short but not sweet tale of a huge mistake made by me in the seventies, and yes, I was a mother with three children and a semi responsible adult.

We moved into a home in 1971 that had a furnished basement. The previous owners had used leftover tiles from whatever or wherever and tiled the entire floor and hallway. The two bedrooms were shag carpeted and the big laundry and storage room was cement.

The walls were painted a coffee-with-some-cream color in the entire house. It was a nightmare. The big basement was a great play area for the kids and our littlest one carried her tricycle down the stairs to ride. The larger room was paneled, popular in those days. The panels didn’t all match and there were large rectangular vertical fluorescent light fixtures hung on the walls. Sounds like a beauty so far….😂 We often held parties for our neighbors and one time I decided to wash down the varnished wood paneling. To my surprise, they turned gray and ugly. It turns out the brown paneling wasn’t wood after all, just a cheap imitation.As time went on in our “new” home we found many items had been shoddily “fixed” by the previous owner and even some illegal repairs. Surprising since the previous owner was a lawyer, or maybe not?🙄

We had lots of experiences as our three kids grew up in that home, in the twenty-two years we lived there. More stories on those adventures to come.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/varnish/

When Donnie was ten years old, he was looking forward to Christmas in a big way. He had been asking his parents for the Tin Can Alley play rifle and target set forever. He even wrote Santa Claus asking for only this one toy.

Donnie’s parents finally getting to bed around midnight, making sure all the preparations were made for and from Santa’s visit, were not surprised to hear the giggles and chatter as the children tried to muffle their responses at four in the morning.

It was always this way, the anticipation couldn’t hold them any longer and they crept out of their bedrooms to see what Santa left. He always left one gift they asked him for and filled their stockings.

The parents wearily climbed out of bed just as Donnie opened his gift from Santa, the Tin Can Alley game. His eyes were big with surprise and a huge “oh!” from his mouth. He was beyond excited as his wish came true.

http://rachelpoli.com/2017/12/08/time-to-write-the-best-gift/