She was all beauty, standing there with those lighted wings. If only the crowd knew they were not a temporary prop, they were real. The day would soon come when she would reveal their truth in the sun.
https://cyranny.com/2021/01/06/january-6th-1minfiction-challenge/
Linger on this trail
Appreciate the ultimate designer’‘s works
Is your heart not turned suddenly liquid to see this beauty?
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https://fivedotoh.com/2021/01/10/fowc-with-fandango-liquid/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/01/10/rdp-sunday-trail/
Here you go, Judy over at http://judydykstrabrown.com. This Colorado Cache recipe I used when catering, a big hit. Enjoy!
Hot Fudge Sauce 1 pint
1/2 cup cocoa
1 cup sour cream
1 and 1/2 cups sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
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Combine all ingredients in a double boiler and cook over boiling water for about an hour, stirring, occasionally. The sauce will be thick and will keep for several weeks in the refrigerator.
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Blank, blank. . .I guess that means I can write any thing about any thing and have 250 words minimum to accomplish that. That is not my usual style. My usual scribblings are short and attempts at humor (no u in there for you across the ponders) sorry about that. In fact that might be a good subject for this prompt. Why did the English language float across the ocean to a practically blank space and decide to change the way their language appeared. Accents aside, the English language is challenging enough without multiple spellings of the same word.
I’m not even going to mention pronunciation, or homonyms–someone’s idea of thinking. . .maybe to show their superiority over the feeble minded, like me, for instance. I am privileged to have grown up reading and speaking what one of my English friends refers to as “mericun” instead of what he speaks, proper English. Ahem, who’s fault is that?
I doubt the settlers in the 1600s suddenly decided another way of speaking and writing the same language would serve as another affront to their English oppressors. I imagine it now, the first town hall meeting. “As your newly appointed mayor, I have decided to change the spelling and meaning of some words we have heretofore known as the English language. We’ll start this process with eliminating some “u”s in words. Yes, it will initially be confusing, but it’s just a start, as we begin a new life here, something new in a new land with new ideas.” Applause from the colonists.
257 words
I wasn’t going to write anything today. I wrote my SoCS post last night. I dreaded even seeing the 9th appear, just as I do every year since 2013. But as I’m crying writing this, I think Jimmy had enough willpower for the both of us. I called him Jimmy but he didn’t like it. His grandmother and I ignored his wanting to be called Jim only, but I liked the intimate feel, the friendly, inside knowledge, and privilege of it. There’s a lot to be thought in a person’s name. It shows how close you are to the person, an endearment such as honey, sweetheart, if you like.
Protests aside I always called him Jimmy, it was natural. Our first born is named James Donald, after his father and his grandfather, two perfectly ordinary names but my wanting to call our son Jimmy was the last straw and he’s always been known as Don.
I haven’t done this prompt before and I think today I just wanted to express to a stranger how I feel. Sitting here trying to stop bawling like a baby, while my seldom made up face dribbles brown lash paint and I realize it hadn’t hit me yet, the day, the date. Today I woke up thinking I need to take out the trash and my granddaughter may come over, thus supposedly needed mascara and lipstick.
I made a cup of coffee, read other blogs and even laughed at a few, got angry along with a few who expressed similar feelings about news, and tried to ignore any prompts. I just was not in the mood to write something perky. And I’ve wanted perky lately after writing about Trump so long. Then looking at this iPad, the date loomed out. I tried to ignore it, this is what happened, this is my story for today.
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https://mmastorytime.com/2021/01/08/mma-storytimes-word-of-the-day-willpower/
“The sky’s the limit” might be what the members of the Trump administration thought, coming into the White House in 2016.
Surely that’s what they thought, or wished would happen, along with Trump’s promise of fame and fortune. probably emphasis on the latter.
At this point I cannot help but doubt that any one of those people had their oaths in mind, for service to and for the people. I think this because if they initially had a moral responsibility to fulfill their job, and soon found out that their leader had duped them, they should have left.
I was born, grew up and live in the United States, and I respect the heritage we earned.
Now I look at what has happened in the last four years and I am ashamed. These people now fleeing as if all of a sudden they woke up to realize how horrible Trump was and how he was destroying our heritage sickens me.
How can any of them look themselves in the mirror and now say it was all Trump’s fault? He is culpable, but so are every one of them.
As far as I am concerned every single person who aided and abetted Trump should go to jail with him. The worst I see as a grandmother, is the destruction of an institution that will take my grandchildren’s generations years to repair.
No forgiveness from me.
https://lindaghill.com/2021/01/08/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2021-daily-prompt-jan-9th/
“I say, young man, remove yourself from my property immediately! Get away from those flowers!” The gruff man’s words seemed not to be heard as the boy took no exception and continued to gather and add to his mob of daisies.
Thomas was walking home from school in his usual lackadaisical manner, kicking at pebbles, or petting the stray cat at his feet. He started thinking about his mom as soon as he saw the daisies. He didn’t know why she liked them so much as they did not appear special to him. The more he thought about his mother, he decided to pick some of the daisies and give them to her.
Always a loving child, Thomas had been in a world of his own since he was born. Outside disturbances didn’t bother him, and he did not hear the old man’s warning. Thomas was about to take one more and because he had small hands, he dropped it, surprised to see a pair of shoes in front of him as he bent to pick it up.
“Now see what you’ve done, interfered with my garden, taken the roots and everything. . .” At that moment he really looked at the young thief, realized he had scared him. “It is not my intention to scare you child, but you should have asked if you wanted those daisies.”
Thomas stepped back suddenly, coming out of his own thoughts to see the man in front of him was mad about something. He started to hand the flowers to the man. Thomas scared red face softened the man’s heart. “Go ahead, keep them.” He gestured this to Thomas and put the flowers back in Thomas’ hand.
Both the man and the boy learned something that day.
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https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/01/08/rdp-friday-mob/
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/01/08/fowc-with-fandango-interfere/
I suppose in the dictionary vernacular
This word for breakfast related, is jentacular
It’s one of those everyday words
When used in conversation, sounds spectacular!
I love an unusual prompt thrown in the rink
It does what it does to make you think
And who doesn’t need a distraction these days
With all the news of horrible days.
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https://cyranny.com/2021/01/08/jentacular-word-of-the-day-challenge/
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Politician, Chief of Unicorn Division, Hairapist, Chocolate Beer Specialist, Professional Snuggler, Ranch Dressing Expert, Space Lawyer, Penguinologist, and my favorite: Knitter in Residence. These professions remind me of the phrase by Roseanne Barr, in 1985–domestic goddess.
You don’t have to be a “basket case” to be in these professions but it must help.
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/tale-weaver-309-7th-january-a-basket-case/
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