Diet food labels tend to deceive
What is it really, your children receive?
Fake sugar, carbs and chemicals reign
Tired, they don’t gad about, and found lain
With laptops, computers and cel phones all
Hazed in “good” chemicals, and energy falls.
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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/07/19/three-things-challenge-m29/ three words today are:
LABELS
DIET
FOOD
http://cyranny.com/2022/07/19/gad-word-of-the-day-challenge/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/07/19/rdp-tuesday-children/
I saw the original as a child, most of the time with my head in my sister’s lap I was so scared. This remake does a good job in my opinion: “War of the Worlds” starring Tom Cruise. Of course everything went dark with a thunderstorm as I was watching 😂
Three branches of government
Myths of power
Spirits run, lost in translation
Growls from ancient bones in graves trickling up from the dead
Hums from the false heard as they pray
Glum birds observe all as they watch and listen from willowy branches
Hope wanes in the breeze.
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It is unlikely that anyone would witness the enthusiasm the usually reticent bishop displayed as he loudly relished the hot dog. His presence was obscured by the “Get Your Dogs Here” sign. Mustard and relish, ketchup, and even onion bits trickled down his chin and onto the archaic somber costume bearing his profession. Hardly anyone could blame him because his usual holiday fare was thin beet soup provided by the dour mistress of the convent. It was rumored a myth of fiction but in actuality it was an almost daily occurrence. The stringent menu the mistress supplied was on a budget scale that kept the funds for the convent well in line. It was times like today when the bishop was free to enjoy the “sins of the indulgent”, that helped him cope the rest of the year.
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“Active and retired servicemen, contractors, GS civilian, reserve, national guard, and military dependent are all eligible to play as long as they are stationed on their respective bases. All players must show identification to prove location — lest we see some MBA super teams.”
“Now, I know what you might be thinking: military men playing sports ala the infamous Top Gun volleyball scene. And while you’ll find the same camaraderie and fun-loving play, there is much more to this league than just guys getting together on the court.”
“The MBA has worked to promote mental health and suicide prevention within the military community since it was founded in 2017.”
“What a year!” exclaimed the general to his wife who was watching the ball drop in New York’s Time Square. “Gone by so fast, and yet no consequences for our fearless leader who certainly seems fearless the way he keeps promoting lies instead of the truth.”
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/07/16/weekend-writing-prompt-268-year/
After moving into the new apartment complex I found I can’t take my trash out to the humongous dumpster myself. It’s not accessible to wheelchairs. The manager said I need to call the office and one of the maintenance guys will take it for me.
I can imagine what a pita they think I am. When she first told me that, I said no way I’m going to call somebody every time I need my trash taken out, but that’s what I have to do. She won’t let me leave it outside my door so I have to wait for them to come, let them in and they pick it up and take it out. I invested in some huge thick construction bags and pile my regular trash bags in it to be taken once a week. They’re so big and thick the trash is well sealed. They’re never filled but you could store a body in them they are so big😱😂. The guys are always nice and say it’s fine, but I feel bad about it.
http://lindaghill.com/2022/07/15/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-16-2022/
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Really looking into the mirror, the woman saw no regret
A little mole here, a freckle there, and wrinkles around her mouth
Smiling remembering happy times, lifetime’s experience
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Far be it for me to downtrod the races
But I’m doing my homework
Looking beyond the faces
The beef-witted noises heard from the dais
Who should we vote for or be complacent?
Holidays just came and went
With no vindication spent
Adjusting their words to suit no masses
Only rich ones in supposedly upper classes
While others strive to show hope
As their powerless seats dangle by rope.
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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/07/15/three-things-challenge-m25/homework, races, holidays
http://cyranny.com/2022/07/15/beef-witted-word-of-the-day-challenge/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/07/15/rdp-friday-noises/
Until I was fifteen I lived on a dairy farm and I “hung out” outdoors in all types of weather, or in the hay barn or milking area with the cows. The acres of varied land was a huge playground. I’ve written a few times about all the things I was able to enjoy.
When I entered high school I was driven there and back by my dad who worked at the machine shop, and I arrived at school very early and then had to hang out after to be driven home when he got off work. Most of the time I did my homework at these times but a treat I loved was going to the local drugstore soda fountain for a coke and probably French fries😂. It was on my way through town down to the machine shop parking lot where I stayed in the car til dad came to drive home. It was fun at the fountain with a friend and we liked trying cokes with added flavorings; there was even one where the guy put in all the flavors, named “the graveyard”.
I wasn’t allowed to date but when I could get together it usually involved candlepin bowling at the town alley and later on I was allowed to go to the Friday night dance held by the firemen in town.
Sometimes I visited my mom who was also working in town at a laundry/dry cleaners. That was really hard work doing hospital sheets, towels, etc on a huge mangle machine.
I remember eating out maybe once a week at the town diner then but until we moved to town we didn’t eat “out”. My parents always knew where I was and I didn’t dare upset the apple cart. I did once when a senior and it didn’t end well.
After high school when working at the Army lab, I lived away from home. After work nurses, secretaries and other women friends would hang out watching the GIs play ball, party at their residences, barbecues at their camp, or visit the college town. There were stores—my favorite was a stationary. I was fascinated by all the different products, especially unusual papers and cards.
Now my hangout time is plentiful since I’m “retired” and I don’t get around much since I always have to ask someone to drive me. Most of my hangout time is with family.
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https://lssattitudeofgratitude.wordpress.com/2022/07/14/throwback-thursday-47-hanging-out/
The Bag Lady 
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