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I’m not fond of these random emoji choice prompts and being naive to many of them, I’m not sure what the gold box is, unless it means “versus”. I can’t find anything that says, so I’ll just go with it.🥴

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She waved a black flag as I knew she could

When it’s her versus the world, thought she would

Animal rights are her thing, right down to pig’s skin

The team colors are pink and black

She wore the pink and waved the black

Pigskin balls are not used now

But leather does come from cows

Early on they were made from pigskin bladders

They shaped the first footballs, now use rubber

She sat in pink and waved the flag

Her protests never seemed to lag

In sincerity, possibly misled

Saving animal lives is her stead.

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Lucky Dip – Saturday Mix, 9 November 2024

The hunter seen, his strength has grown, every vicious aspect known. Heavily armored to last until the battle’s won, his body protected and heavy leathers sewn. Too many years of fighting worn, shown on his face, forlorn. Again he leaves to save the reign, the kingdom’s rule is his life’s bane. He hunts them down, the dissenters. He can’t think of those resisters. His only job is to find and kill. There’s no justice in doing this, it’s not his will. The hunter killer was not his choice, as a young man with no voice. It was his fate.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #389 – Hunter

Thanks to Kevin for the image: https://thebeginningatlast9.com/2024/11/07/no-theme-thursday-11-07-24/

Methodology

Ever present

Truth declined

Harboring fugitives

Only lies

Dark future ahead

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Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Method

It’s snow on the ground and cold here in Wyoming and of course 1-80 is closed as every winter weather’s nemesis occurs…icy roads and wind. This is a main trucking route that is constantly on the move and sees this typical sad scene:

I see 170 is also getting storm crash results. When driving from Denver to Cheyenne two years ago, we saw four semi trucks lying on their sides on the edge of the road and that was because of high winds. Have respect for these big vehicles that bring goods, etc to your stores. They have deadlines and they cannot stop on a dime if you decide to cut them off.

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WDIIA concept by Linda: https://lindaghill.com/

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No Theme Thursday: 11.07.24

Many a day I thought of this

When you gave me that first kiss

Surprised I was, we were just friends

But it was nice, and in the end

I thought much more of you

But we’d never be a me and you.

I had my sights on another

Motorcycle and black leather

Foolish as that may seem

I thought he was the dream

Time passed by and I learned not

He wasn’t the one I thought

It turned out he was right next door

We had a lot of fun and more

Then he joined the service far

All our plans were ajar

Moving on to bigger things

I forgot about wedding rings.

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#1 — That’s a Yarn…

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

He wanted her job, and it would be easy enough to discredit her. But if that didn’t work…he could always claim sexual harassment. Joe turned to the new vice president. “The days of women breaking the glass ceiling are over, right JD?”

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Fandango’s Story Starter #174

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I had to copy and paste, my WP is acting weird, click on the app and get the Reader and a different setup—not easy to get to my own site😖

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — November 8th

I’m a lucky one, I’m on top

Of course I had days that flopped

And days I felt under the gun

But all in all I’m a lucky one.

Free to be here, writing my thoughts

Have shelter and food in the pot

So you may be underwhelmed

When reading anything I’ve penned🙄

Emojis probably not used under rules

But seem appropriate when I use

Them.🥴🤓

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 9, 2024

Respond to this Friday Faithfuls challenge by writing about what you feel is normal, typical, appropriate, or acceptable, or if you always try to be normal so that you can fit in with the crowd, or if you think it is good to be yourself and follow your own path. 

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I never thought of myself as normal. I didn’t fit in—too shy, too skinny, too harbored by my parents, and then I was married, had children and thought okay, normal. I tried to be a better than normal wife and mother.

And all these years later I’m trying to be a new version of normal. Having this blog, writing anything I want, no matter how weird it may seem to others is my new normal. Thank you all for supporting me in that!

Today I’m still reeling from the election, still very upset thinking of people who are not white like me, don’t have an income that provides basic needs, and support of a loving family. What is going to happen to them? I fear for the women and girls in my family. I fear for the less privileged. Just plain sad and fearful. Is that going to be the new normal? After many changes in my lifetime, I feel this will be the most devastating.

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Normal