Scotts Daily Prompt: Employ

No longer a need for WP prompts

We’ve plenty of writers to do the job

They’re popping up from everywhere

So thank their efforts and use them here

A variety is offered to you

Many options for you to choose

So come on people let’s see of what you’re made

Employ those prompters to make their day!

***Since I’ve been less than humorous the last bit, here’s an apology of sorts, dancing required:

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Bonus Monday Movie

“Lilies of the Field” with Sidney Poitier. You cannot go wrong watching Mr. Poitier!

When traveling African-American handyman Homer Smith (Sidney Poitier) stops by a farm in rural Arizona, he is welcomed by a group of Roman Catholic nuns who have emigrated from Germany. Realizing that the farm needs a lot of work, Homer takes on a number of repair projects for the women, who are led by the headstrong Mother Maria (Lilia Skala). Impressed by Homer’s kindness and strong work ethic, the nuns come to believe that he has been sent by God to help build them a chapel.

Awards: Academy Award for Best Actor, Golden Globe Award for Best Actor – Motion Picture – Drama, Golden Globe Award for Best Film Promoting International Understanding, Writers Guild of America Award for Best Written Comedy

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MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt 6-17-18

My favorite teacher was like a second mom, since we students were with her from September to June every year, most of the day, not including bussing from school to home. She was a single woman, young, from New York City, NY. She had a big German Shepard she brought to the little one room schoolhouse once in a while. I still have a photo of him sitting up in a desk like a human.

She was beautiful and kind. Everyone loved her and were all sad to hear she died at a young age. We did have our moments. For me it was a battle of making me wear glasses at age eleven which was not recommended by my optometrist.

The second battle was between her, me and milk. I lived on a dairy farm but I hated milk, made me throw up if I was forced to drink it. I had to draw a milk bottle on the blackboard every morning after the Pledge of Allegiance for every glass of milk I drank. My mom helped by adding molasses or chocolate milk mix to the horrid white liquid. It was embarrassing but I still loved her even then because I knew she was concerned for my skinny body.

I must have had a sign on my forehead, “teachers, please embarrass me” because as a shy freshman in high school, a science teacher used to make me step to the front of the class to answer a question.

So there you have it, the two most influential teachers I remember. The good and the ugly.

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SYW June 18, 2018

Monday………..again. Yes, discouraged after just ordering checks from my bank to the tune of $30.00. What? This bank also assesses a fee of $80.00 for an overdraft when all they could do is push a button telling the gas company to resubmit the next day after my check goes in. A lousy button! It seems all my big bills come on the first. I get paid in the middle of the month. Yuck! But thirty dollars for checks is a large fee. So “onward and upward” as C.S. Lewis said, because, do I have a choice?

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Time for ceenphotography.com‘s Share Your World questions and here they are:

1. Seriously? Right at this time in our family we could use an unlimited supply of washingtons, jeffersons, lincolns, hamiltons, jacksons, grants, benjamins, and if you have any of these stored in a closet somewhere: mckinleys, clevelands, madisons, chases, wilsons–just being the antiques they are, no problem! I could put them to good use.πŸ˜„πŸ˜³πŸ˜‚

2. Teleportation, definitely. Easy peasy, no lines, no tickets, no bags, no security check wands, no removing your shoes or having your artificial knee buzz, no tightly arranged seating, no kids constantly kicking the back of your seat, no sitting in a cramped hot space with no air circulation on the tarmac for whatever reason hoping it’s not something mechanical under your feet, no guy next to you using the barf bag, no two inch bathroom that smells and you can’t turn around in, no bland food served on a bland plate, in a bland wrapping you can’t open–definitely teleportation.

3. Snows. You can’t always get out of the heat, but you can find ways to bundle up and get warm. Besides, snow is clean, white, soft, and beautiful.

Snarky answers all this week. But I am having a good Monday despite the bank. Thanks for reading. Despite my temporary attitude, thank you again.

Y’all come back now, ya hear?

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Okay, edit time, forgot the thankful part. And that’s important! I’m thankful I have three fathers to love for Fathers Day, my oldest son, my son in law and his father. All number ones in my book!πŸ‘πŸ»β€οΈ And looking forward? I have to say spending out of school time with the family.πŸ’™πŸ’œπŸ’šπŸ’›

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Word of the Day: Hoax

As I’m sitting naked in my wheelchair, pushing on the lovely “appliance” as the manufacturers call it, which has to be held on your abdomen for a minute to adhere to your skin, I think to myself, is this a joke? Is this a hoax to remind me of every little thing I did wrong in my life?

I know I should be grateful my bladder cancer was diagnosed and that I have this bag, as I call it, to attach to the raspberry protruding from my skin. I am glad I live in a location that has doctors and hospitals to help, and have insurance to cover costs of this bag.

But as I sit, pushing on it to make sure it’s stuck well, I always contemplate, okay, I know I should be grateful I didn’t die from this second bout of cancer, but god I hate this.

So is it a punishment, not as bad as some, but no bowl of cherries either?

This is what happens when you live alone and have two minutes to just look at yourself and see what you really are. A bunch of flesh and bones, worn but still working, and not ready to be stored on a shelf in a jar.

Which, by the way, I won’t be. I’ll be in a cardboard box buried next to my husband who was also cremated, on a high hill in a grove of cedars in Colorado.

This is not a poor me, feel sorry or sad post. It is a grateful to be alive and ABLE to sit here applying this delightful, hardly attractive, but life saving device.

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Tell Me Something Good #112

Say hello to momma and please tell her something good to cheer her!

A Momma's View

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It’s time to tackle a new week! Monday here we come! I am a strong believer in being in charge of your own happiness. While things from the outside can challenge you it’s entirely up to you how you approach them and how much you let them shape you. Happiness truly come from the inside. So let’s do this! Let’s kick this week off on a positive note:

It’s easy:

β€’ Mention something that you consider being good in the comments

β€’ Or write a post about it on your blog (please don’t forget the pingback if you do so I don’t miss out and also share the link to it in the comments below). Something good that happened to you recently, or something good you will experience in a little while, or something good you know will happen soon. Something that makes you feel good.

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Scott’s Daily Prompt: Line

Fancy meeting you here he said with a grin

May I buy you a drink, looking back at him

Do you come here often, he replied with a wink

Your eyes are so dark, like pools of ink

Oh, sorry, did I hurt you as he bent to retrieve

Her files as he had purposely clipped her sleeve

These lines all work some time somewhere

We all want someone but be beware

If a line’s all they have and nothing more

It’s better to leave alone by the door.

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Some of my favorites I used to mimic as a child from Mae West:

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