I was up all night and no it did not have anything to do with going to a matinee yesterday with the fam. Two had seen “A Quiet Place” and wanted to see reactions from the rest of us because it was “so scary”. It had one startling moment that wasn’t in the preview, and the rest was just not scary at all. There is an extremely sad moment. But it wasn’t worth going to the theater for. Now for a real (worth it) movie I’m looking forward to “Infinity Wars”. I finally just gave up trying to sleep, again, and did crosswords. Next time I’ll just text Elaine😂

It is Monday and time for ceenphotography.com‘s questions and answers from her Share Your World post. So here are my answers:

1. I tried to think of an endless supply of food that certainly I would enjoy but others? Maybe not. It would be bread, all flavors, shapes and sizes. 🤤

2. Five or more books or movies that cheer me? Tough one. Of course there’s always Dr. Seuss which invariably cheers me. I’m just a kid at heart. I don’t usually read funny books, but “Cruel Shoes” by Steve Martin comes to mind. David Sedaris I read a couple but didn’t really enjoy them. For movies, I am cheered much of the time, whether it be a comedy or a true story of inspiration or the good over evil type. The last feel good movie I saw was “Thor Ragnarok”. It was very funny, not at all like the other Marvel group. I liked “Hoosiers”, “Soul Surfer”, “The Sandlot”, “Stripes” a little of everything. I love movies in general.

3. If there was a mouse in my house in the evening, he would die of boredom, that is after he envied my plate of cheese and crackers. I am either reading or writing, or watching something on television I taped earlier.

Last week brought both joy and sadness to the family. A young friend died of cancer, had a husband and four sons. One of the family will be fitted for hearing aids due to a birth defect years earlier. Then a call from the MLB saying they are taking my grandson, his dad and brother to the Colorado Rockies game today as their guests, where they will sit with Sharon Robinson, Jackie Robinson’s daughter behind home plate, and meet players. Check it out, it might be televised!

Tomorrow, Jesse receives the Grand Prize at South high school here, for his entry in the “Jackie Robinson Breaking Barriers” essay contest. Woohoo! I wrote about the concept of this contest here: https://rugby843.blog/daily-post-prompt-luminescent/

PS: 2pm, just found out local sports news covering whole thing, and Rockies officials are moving the interview to the media room at the stadium in Denver, Colorado. Wow! Jesse rocks!

http://ceenphotography.com/2018/04/23/share-your-world-april-23-2018/

The town hall was decorated with shiny varnish on the paneled walls. The heavy gold curtains reflected the varnish, illuminating the stage area. It was an attempt to disguise the lack of actual proper lighting. The town had a small budget but liked to appear as if the local theater group was a priority. Some members of the town council tried to expel the Arts category in the budget altogether, but groupies started a petition, ending in a protest.This was one reason the council finally gave in.

The local high school then took advantage of the town hall for graduations, concerts and plays. High school performances drew large groups from the school and of course all parents came to watch or listen to their child. Parents sewed and crafted scenery and costumes for the events. The resulting performances were heralded by even by the most jaded members of council.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/04/21/saturday-mix-same-same-but-different-21-april-2018/

Raindrops

Abundant

Inundating

Neutralizing

Daily

Rubble

Offering cleanse

Pitting

Sidewalks

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/04/21/weekend-writing-prompt-51-raindrops/

“You’ve come a long way, baby”

“It started in 1968 – Phillip Morris launches the very first cigarette brand marketed specifically to women. The “You’ve come a long way, baby” slogan (created by the famous Leo Burnett Agency) instantly caught on, and the “Women’s Lib” theme perfectly tapped into the female consumer’s mindset. The ads featured an old-fashioned photograph of repressed women smokers behind a colorful, vibrant “New Woman” free of oppression, smoking proudly. Smoking Virginia Slims was freedom, it was liberation!”

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The first time I was called baby I was sixteen, in the backseat of a car on a double date with my best friend. I loved it, then.

When this ad came out cigarettes were still a no-no but I grew up with my dad smoking three packs of Lucky Strikes every day. I didn’t think much of it at the time.

I married in 1966, and wasn’t called baby until two years ago. Funny how in the interim I never gave it a thought except to think I doubt any woman wanted to be called or treated like a baby.

To me the whole idea in 1968 was a rude concept. In my little world of being a busy wife and mother, I probably resented the freedom of those women pictured in the ads. Maybe not, I was so busy trying to be the perfect everything and not succeeding, who knows? I try not to look back and analyze my actions then.

I think today the pendulum, as it usually does, has possibly swung too far, starting with thinking smoking gave the appearance of a strong and independent woman was a good thing.

We know now that those images probably caused young women to start smoking, ending up with a disease in later life. Maybe not. Maybe I’m wrong. I hope so.

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

He couldn’t help himself, staring, with that mischievous smile he couldn’t hide, just watching her.

Madeleine pretended not to feel his burning gaze, she knew her very presence turned him on. She played him, his emotions, as she seductively slid into the chair opposite him. The cafe was poorly lit, but the sheen of her dazzling blue satin dress reflected in her eyes. She chose it purposely, knew the fabric would cling to her shapely body, tempting him. She was careful to position herself in the best light, her arms resting on the table in front of her, accentuating her perfect breasts.

He was smitten, an old fashioned word for an ancient malady. He breathed in her spicy scent, almost closing his eyes with thoughts of the evening’s end.

She leaned in to whisper a phrase he knew well, and then rose to leave. Dinner was out of the question now, the only food he wanted, thought he needed, was right in front of him, clothed in blue.

Madeleine turned and slipped her arm in his and they left the cafe. After reaching the outside pavement, she pulled him to her for a long kiss. He was almost surprised, but eager. A cab was hailed and the adventure began. Arriving at her apartment, the doorman gave her a wink. Jeffrey didn’t notice, his eyes were on Madeleine. A few drinks later, Madeleine decided it was time. Jeffrey was half laying on the sofa, suddenly tired, waiting what seemed an eternity for her to “change into something more comfortable”, as she put it.

And change she did. He was pleasantly surprised to see her come to him in a long black see-through garment. He tried to rise at her entrance, but his legs seemed weak. Madeleine closed in, covering him with her body, kissing his neck.

The last thing Jeffrey felt was a stinging bite.

Time To Write: Dazzle [Creative Writing Prompt]

Family support is like the spokes of an old wooden wheel. No matter what happens, they have to stand together to support the wheel, making sure the wheel keeps turning. If one is missing the wheel will go off course. Such is my family, who attend the freezing windy games of Cheyenne’s spring soccer to support the persons playing.

The “accuweather” on my phone is less than accurate, predicting 45-60 F degree temps for the event. Woke up to snow this morning. Ok, I give, Mother Nature, it’s time for spring! Oh, forgot to add, we won 2-0🎊🎉🕺🏻

https://lindaghill.com/2018/04/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-21-18/

Readin’, riting, rithmatic — at home.

Homeschooling can be fun, as seen in the pictures below.

First day of homeschool for #7

A dazzling portrayal of an edible cell for a science lesson. Assembly required using fruit leather, sweet tarts, gumballs, raisinettes, twizzlers, skittles, and jello. Who’s hungry?

Ewwww😳😂

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

Authentic is a great word to describe this guy, my 18 year old grandson. I’ve written about him before, my chauffeur, my confidante, frequent conversationalist, hug giver, listener, sympathizer, wheel chair pusher, and that’s just for me! You can see in the second picture part of his personality showing–by that mischievous sparkle in those gorgeous eyes. He’s a stalwart protector not only of me, but his seven brothers and sisters. They all have an incredible bond also with their parents. The two older brothers pictured above are both strong young men with sweet and caring personalities.

This is an authentic love and connection that might seem rare in today’s world, but it isn’t. You just don’t hear about them enough.❤️💜

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

Small and cute

Huddled together

Nature’s tiny miracles

Gathered for security and warmth

Circle of gray furry baby swans

https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/category/weeklytankachallenge/