GOD created earth along with many planets.
He made sure to place the planets far away from each other.
He made sure not create havoc between the heavens and our stars.
He created man making sure to separate humans from alien forms.
But this would not do for man.
What is this? Granted. Guaranteed. A sure thing. Is there such a thing? Yes. But there are rules applied. And if you do not adhere to said rules, well you may end up out of stock unless you do not understand what you are granted or guaranteed.
I recently learned a valuable lesson. Actually, I learned it a little too late. I did not read the rules. I just believed what I was reading guaranteed three, start. you will be granted three… not so at all.
Had I have researched and read the rules I would’ve found out there were elements of certain distrustful details unknown to all us trustful players. Now deep in, and not wanting to stop-knowing all that you put in would be lost. 😡 so you carry on still…reaching for this granted guarantee without more or any insightful knowledge as to what is really happening.
Like gamblers it’s a disease, it gets in your skin, you want it one more time-one more try, it doesn’t matter how many times you lose or how many times you fail, because there is one more chance. So we dive back in believing in this, granted and guarantee.
Get out now! I can’t, it would’ve been all for nothing.
The lesson is definitely do not believe in guarantees do not believe in granted unless you read the fine print-it all comes down to the fine, print, lesson learned.
The President of the United States of America, gave NASA go ahead to land on Mars at no cost, sending three top astronauts along with 5 crew members, to search for water.
Due to negligence, a blast sending RED DUST throughout the universe along with three astronauts, safely landing back on Earth, where three days later mankind is under attack.
FEAR IN THE SKY BEWARE THE NIGHT
Here we meet little SAROPHIA rescued by a bee harvester from the big city-she will end up saving his life along with the rest of humanity-with aid from TEN of the oldest stars from our heavens.
God be with us all.

Cook up some rice, adding it to a meat & vegetable mixture of your choice, then stuff it in your cleaned out and washed peppers. Yummy…bake this until you like the texture of your choice. You know, mushy pepper, or somewhat crunchy pepper.
Stuffed Peppers Stuffed Peppers With Baked Potatoes Meat Gravy With Pasta
This was a nice looking hunk of a round eyed stake, with mashed potato’s and gravy with vegetables. On the side dish, cheese pasta.
Then down here some of us like meat sauce with spaghetti while others like just parmesan cheese on there’s.
Spaghetti With Meat & Tomato Sauce Rhubarb & Strawberry Jam
Yummy. I just love rhubarb, jam, rhubarb with apple rhubarb with strawberries, rhubarb with pears. I love it. But here we have washed and chopped Rhubarb & organic fresh strawberries-cooked until mush, then put in boiled clean jars. Then boiled again under the water for 35-45 minutes. Then we wait for each jar to pop.
Nothing is better than yummy home cooked food. So healthy for you.
My toes were in the water when I spied this tiny crab. Lol believe it or not…my mind sank down to my toes getting pinched! Of course I giggled these tiny crabs couldn’t hurt a fly. Besides, they were afraid of me.
While I was playing in the water the others were canoeing, not me…freaking rocking back and forth? No way was I staying. I got out. My fear of sharks happens to be grater than me. Oh bother.
The thought of swimming across to the island seemed quite appealing, but how would I get back?
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?
Hmm to relive an age of one’s life…would I choose my childhood or my teenage years or young adult life?
One potato two potato three potato 4. Five potato six potato 7 potato more. If I should choose this way it would be teenage years, which I really didn’t get to live.
By the time I was 15, I was in the children’s Aid. My father fought to get me out, successfully at the age of 17 1/2. But I was given two choices by society standards. Stay in the children’s aid and they will put me through school or go home with my father and work. I choose my father.
As a young adult I was in love-breathtaking love. So in keeping that it will have to be my early years needing to be re-lived. Oh my.
From the age of four-months to the age of 17 & 1/2. Would need to be rearranged, that’s a lot of work to go through to change all the bad to good and getting educated properly along the way. Yeah. To relive those years and all the fun in between? I’d just come out WAY more smarter, allowing me to understand life and how to live with other people.
Never getting run over by horse and buggy- never being run down – never being hit by car then hit by car the very day you get out from hospital? Never being molested – never being beat!
So let’s play it again Sam. Throw it at me.
The End.
Oh wait a minute… what if I choose to re-live these years and there is no such things as change! 😱🤕😤.
Quite the question when so much has happened, what historical event fascinates you the most-there’s so much back there that has fascinated me, I don’t have a most.
To step back in time for several hours per century without dying in the process would be out of this world right? It would be groovy man. But at the same time during any of these Centuries, at what point in time do I stop. After all, a hundred years has many changes happening almost every ten years.
What is year one? Cavemen poking each other, carving out images on rock walls, grunting, inventing fire? I would really like to walk among the neanderthal just for a few hours. I love rocks. I love the forest, and sometimes I don’t feel like talking just poking and grunting.. I imagine the scenery was probably beautiful and fascinating to walk among with land mountains untouched.
Then the Mayans and Egyptians wow I wonder only because there were no trees with the Egyptians. It’s just all hot sand and the Nile river. It would be cool to see how they made pyramids, where they came up with massive stone. Whereas the Mayan were underground-was it cold, they were a smart people, they came up with a Calendar, and the Egyptians read the stars. It would be fascinating to spend time with each of these people without being murdered for any reason which would please their GODS.
The days of the Vikings and pirates living on the waters all the glories about the lands they got to see, that’s all fascinating, but I wouldn’t want to be there. I have this phobia about sharks. So as fascinating as I find the Vikings and pirates out on ships?, sharks!
Oh my gosh… Indians, and Cowboys! Geronimo, Pecos bill, to live in teepees, log cabins, to shoot arrows to ride bucking horses, learn how to make wigwam’s sing, like Pocahontas, ride with Doc holiday and the gang, robbing trains…an hour in each of their shoes as long as I wouldn’t get skinned alive or hung from the highest tree, it would be freaking awesome to dance around a fire and or brawl in a bar because they didn’t like my sing while laying on the piano. As for the clothes? Wow, the buck-skin the natives wore with their headdresses and beads so beautiful, and the dresses and funny feathered hats the women wore, with their tiny umbrellas as they walked through dirt down muddy roads, being covered with wet muck as the horses went galloping past. Yeah I would love to stay an hour each.
Then, what about hanging out with pretty boy Floyd or Bonnie and Clyde or Mad dog whoever he is, Casa Blanca, and all them bootleggers? I wouldn’t mind being there learning how to bootleg, well make it anyways. All the gagsters with their Gatling guns, gunning down whom ever they wanted, in black suits with black hats-say what are you playing at?
To be on the titanic what a fascinating boat they made that out to be, but I don’t want to drowned…oh, they built a ship titanic to sail the ocean blue and they thought they had a ship that the water couldn’t go through but the good Lord raised his hand said the ship will never land was sad when the great ship went down.. nope, no thanks, even though it was a fascinating time. Makes me actually think of Tom Sawyer and Mark Twain fascinating era in deed. But if I did spend time there, I would help Tom white-wash the fence, lol then go play. Rather get into trouble..
No wars for me ever, no slavery, no religion no breaking nations apart. None of that fascinates me interests me moves me, none of that. I don’t want to be among the pilgrims with the plague with killing off natives to steal their land. Nothing fascinating about that era. None of that should be in history or have happened but it has and I am not interested in ever visiting any of that ever unless of course…I could change it all. Bahahaha.
And cool Daddio Beatniks, snapping their fingers in stead of clapping, talking their talk with their poems, in beats and rhythm. A funny bunch these people were. I only got to witness this stuff on TV television programs-Beatniks’ we’re out there, way out there. Then you had hippies. I wouldn’t mind being a beatnik for an hour long as I didn’t get hurt or being a hippie for a while as long as I didn’t do drugs and die or get beat up by people who didn’t like hippies, or get caught up with Charles Manson and his followers.
Yeah, history is fascinating. History is a wonder…just seems that it’s all a creation from somebody seeing pictures on the wall for the early part of it, which of course causes one to question wanting to go see for themselves. It’s all amazing with glories and fascinating stories, I wouldn’t know where to go first with all these days gone by, same as what fascinates me the most?
The End.
History. It’s all a systematic study and documentation of the human past anyway so…Imagine if we were never told about all this past history, what then would be fascinating? 🤷♀️
Welcome to my view of sibling number Seven. A girl-should have been a boy, maybe. She forever acted like a boy and still does.
You know we all grew up tomboys in dresses, our father said, “no girls of his are going to wear pants!” And we didn’t, just the two boys, the last three of the bunch was a boy-girl-boy. So seven dresses and two sets of pants. of course the older we got, us girls finally got to wear pants-we had to beg dad after the two older one bought jeans. Please daddy please, please, please. “Only on weekends.” But until then-dresses and or tunic’s, school uniforms were worn.
We still did our sports, running and what ever else in dresses. And to meet number seven…man she was always rolling around on the ground beating up boys. Not the brothers, other boys. Wasn’t to many days I’d turn around looking for #7 and there she was…About ten to fifteen feet behind us pounding some boy kid. Oh bother. “Number seven, hurry up, you are going to be late for school.”
Number seven was bold and at times quite embarrassing as she would walk right up behind people on the streets mimicking their walk as she showed off to us. The one time while she was not paying attention-for watching us. The man stopped at the end of the street to watch for cars then proceed, while #7 bounced right off him. It was funny to us but not to him.
One thing about number seven was she was always asking for our food, breakfast, lunch and suppers. Man she drove us crazy begging non stop until we gave it or some. Even mom, #7 would ask and ask for mom’s food until she got it. Brave girl she was and still is. She will punch the crap out of you with out a blink of an eye…other than that, she would be your best friend, until you backstab her.
She was always coming home with new songs or jokes that she would tell me or teach me, some songs were awesome and some jokes were dirty. But she knew how to tell them and still does.
Number seven is the boss of every thing… or tries her best to be while always changing all the rules, and oh my gosh…she doesn’t quit. Kind of takes the fun out of everything, her way or no way.
As an adult nothing changed outside of having children, she is still quick tempered with her rules and willing to floor you on the drop of a dime.
I love her to pieces we did have fun at times. Her jokes are shockingly funny after you see them in your mind, until then I would gasp, “aw…#7.” Days later though…slam! Her joke hit my brain sending me into uncontrollable laughter. It did not matter where I was at the time when her joke came to light I whacked out while people watched me pointing or whispering. Only made me laugh more out of embarrassment. Yeah she asked me,why did the chicken cross the road?-“To get to the other side.” Yeah okay, now why did the man cross the road? “I don’t know. To get to the other side.” She said, no stupid, his dick was stuck in the chicken. “Aw…#7!” Shit…days later sitting at a stop light watching this guy cross the road, I caught myself looking to see if there was indeed a chicken, then all hell broke loose, I laughed like a bastids.
She also said to me, what would you do if your best friend all of a sudden started convoluting in the bathtub, having a seizure? What would you do? “What I don’t know call 911.” She said, no stupid…throw in a load of laundry. 😳 “aw, # 7!” I did not find that funny at all. But days later…🤣🤣🤣, I saw it. I asked for the LORDS forgiveness.
Then she said to me…what would you do if you saw your husband still staggering in the backyard? Sack I don’t know. “Leave him there, help him in?” She said, no stupid, RELOAD. “What? She made the actions and sound of a rifle reloading. I laughed like a freaking dog. “Number seven, number seven, number seven.”
Don’t get me wrong, she will give you the shirt off her back and cook you a great meal, but if you cross her-look out!
Number seven was loads of fun for a time, as kids she never missed one of my Basketball games unless I had to play out of our district. She was a hand full yes, but fun. The only way to control her as a child was to sit on her until she came back to her senses.
There is more but you know. That’s not for me to say. Wait her…knock knock “who’s there.” F U. Or, or knock knock. “Who’s there, who’s there? Okay #7 who’s there?” Her, what are you F-ing stupid? No one is home. 🤨 yeah she swears like a bastid.
I haven’t seen number seven for quite a while now, but…I can’t ever forget her either .
The End.
Oh wait a minute…knock knock…
Get the F out of here. Bahahaha “aw, number seven.”
Oh yeah, she ran away once, and found sleeping under a porch with the rats , so we were told. Oh and she is the one with the dart…wood eye? And she is the one who taught me how to get money from a newspaper box stand. Oh and she is the one who told the baby to throw his poopy diaper at the oldest sister while she was sleeping? Poohy face. Lol. Oh it was not funny. Well? And she is the one handing me a small pickle and saying, can you see Doug? “Yes.” Throw this pickle at him. I missed hitting anyone else and we ducked under the table laughing like barking Seals. She’s the one who says. Do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it. “Okay shit!”
To take the bus here, the cost is three dollars to travel around this city, of course you will need transfers using the same $3.00 paid in the first place.
The bus is rather safe, until winter -where the roads are quiet slippery at times and the driver forgets it is indeed winter.
As for the moon…I would never ever pay anything to go to the moon, freedom is way more valuable than a trip to the moon. So my answer is, nothing. Not one red cent. Besides there is absolutely nothing up there that I am interested in seeing.
Zip zilch Pau de pesos.
The beauty in the trees is enough to keep me here on earth.
If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?
$1 million to giveaway, if I had $1 million to giveaway, meaning I had more…l’d give it to my family of course and to the needy.
If I had $1 million to give away, I heard there’s people living in tents down by the water. I had no idea where the homeless lived, although I heard there were homeless people in my town, but where?
Maybe I would change my mind and have a shelter built for any people out in the cold and also give my family some of this million give away. take care of the needy for they suffer the most.
Here take it, have it all, I never had good fortune anyways…when it comes to dollars that is.
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.
The writing industry is a very tight organization to get into or knowing the right people helps a lot. Otherwise unknown wannabes’ sit on the sidelines wishing for any chance to get their work even looked at.
Now, if it were guaranteed, I get the chance at making an attempt producing one of my stories, I would start with-
“THE FLASK DRINKERS”
In the 16th century a curse was placed in holy ground, as long as there were Flaskdrinkers the curse would remain forever underground. This is the year 2023, people have changed, talks about this curse are no longer a myth, no longer remembered, and no longer in the ground.
It would be a very scary movie for some people, especially the people not liking graveyards. while others would find this right up their ally and talk about it for a few days. Actually a movie they would never forget. It certainly put the fear into me while writing it, lol. <>>>Truth. What can I say. I actually phoned up my boss telling her I know it’s late but I also know you are up, I’m scared. Oh bother…she laughed talking me back to reality.
Then if guaranteed, guaranteed…I would continue producing my other stories especially “BUZZER” where we will have Season 1 episode 1.
HotWhite Earth has 27 days. Keep from this placeBUGOIDS No escape from the luring hum
This is one attempt at a guaranteed thing I would try without failure, then live happily ever after.
What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?
I believe I was eleven-years of age when I was asked, “if you had a million dollars what would you do,” and without any hesitation I said, “ I will have hundreds of babies and love them the way I wish mommy loved me.”
Sure they all laughed at me. “That’s dumb,” they said, “I’m going to buy my own fishing rod.” Yeah a lot of stuff like that was mentioned, we were kids sooo.
As it turned out, when I reached my teenage years my monthly period had become extremely difficult, causing me to vomit for two to three days at a time keeping me bedridden for four days while the loss of blood became a problem, and the pain was unbearable enough that my dad took me to a doctor who in turn put me on birth control pills. In the end not only did this doctor put me on the strongest pill on the market? This pill caused me to have surgery.
When I woke from this operation they told me that sadly I may never have children.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😱 “Oh yeah?” I refused this and prayed and talked and cried and called into the Lord everyday begging and asking for children.
Shortly after my boyfriend and I married. Every year he would promise a child telling me to work hard and sign over my paycheques to him where he would save all the money up for the year to afford a baby-only he did not want children, he wanted woofers, motorcycles and new albums.
Eventually he started leaving me alone while he went bar hopping having the time of his life. I finally confronted him about his actions and he denied it all, eventually I ran away getting a divorce through the newspaper. Lol. Hilarious these French Judges.
So I’m now free to start again at the age of 23, after four years of signing over my paycheque to a husband who had no respect for me and now living with my mom who said, “come live here and take a year off.”
Then days later living at my mom’s house. I am introduced to my siblings friends, where we all went out for some drinks and dancing. Yes my mom too along with her man, at the same time I’m just not into it, I wanted a life with children.
But my family is persistent and would NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. So out we went. Long story short my goal came into existence, Bahahaha. I won’t get into the specifics and you can read into the story anything you wish, but I ended up with child, the happiest day of my life, reaching my one and only goal.
I married the guy and had two more babies. It’s not a hundred babies- a little far fetched, but it was my goal and I did it. Well with help. 🤓 lol.
Isn’t that something else, art and artists…I know nothing about these things, though I have heard of Van Gogh, Michelangelo, Raphael, or is that a ninja turtle. Oh yeah, there’s Picasso, I don’t know artists or art, kind of funny I know art exists, and I know there are many artists and that’s all I know, who painted the Mona Lisa I don’t know who painted the ceilings in some of the very old churches, I don’t know, beautiful work though. it’s just not something that’s important to me, ever. What do they say? “It’s not my click.”
I just woke from a nightmare. Someone grabbed hold of me and was hurting me, so I bit their hand as hard as I could and they really hurt my right hand to the point I struggled to wake saying, “ow.” Then I was afraid to move for a bit, I was also afraid to look behind me above my head. So here I am awake wondering if I can think of any more artists than who I have, and I can not-rather my children. Wow they can look at something and draw it?, and it’s amazing, that is a talent that’s cool to have.
Halloween is coming soon and we have carving fun on pumpkin’s and my three artists are fantastic. So to answer your question…my favourite artists are my grown up adult children 😃 .
Can a person have several favourite things they love doing when it comes to passing time? Well I’m going to answer that by saying YES. This is based on my ways of passing time, choice, choosing-my mood.
Because of this choosing choice I often find myself in challenging circumstances whereas I find myself in a predicament wasting any pastime, choosing.
I love doing several different things when I have time to spare or I’m by myself or again the mood I’m in…causing this too be a difficult choice just choosing number 1 favourite thing passing time. (Like now for example) my mind will not settle on which passing time should be given first 😖🤷♀️ I don’t like one more than the other. And should I type one of my favourite pass times down, it may seem I like it more?
It’s not right when you get one Choice to Choose from when you have several options available that you do do when time is on your side.
Sack man…Singing (Karaoke) I love it. Madonna-I Ray of Light. And lots of other songs.
Then creating stories with villains and heroes, adding laughter, pain and sorrow. But then what do you do with the stuff?
Fortnite, I love playing Fortnite with the kids or by myself. I find this game loads of fun. And when I start it is hard to quit-just one more several times.
Then pacing. Lol is pacing considered a pass time. When I’m told a certain time and that time is passing and I’m still waiting? I pace! Stopping at the window for second then back to pacing. I am not a waiter.
I love sewing, stitching together blankets for people or making myself pants. Lol nobody else will wear them? “Hey I like your pants,” want a pair? “Nope.” 😂
Favourite hobby or pass time eh?
I don’t know…
The End.
I think I will get cleaning and singing, then play Fortnight with the kids, until everyone arrives for Turkey.
What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?
Oh gosh, I change my mind all the time, ever since I heard it said, “woman change their minds all the time, or they won’t be women.” Works for me and I abuse this statement all the time. Okay… not all the time. Most of the time. Well no not really most of the time, lots of times I have changed my mind.
Actually it’s the cause of not taking the time to think about the consequences, the end results? I just jump right in there. 🥳 😱 oops… oh wait a minute, is it to late to change my mind? Oh man.
Just the other day I thought it a good idea to pay $89.00 and save $18.00 for a service, but when the bill came it was not $89.00 saving anything, the final payment was $100.57, what did I save? I had to call the company to find out what was going on? Turned out they threw in tax! CANCEL that I said.
In my mind you asked for $89 then take 89 not a cent more. You want a cent more? Then say there will be more so it is understood, more will be taken.
There, I felt better knowing that I’m getting my payment back, even if it is in 5-8 days.
Oh look…a few hours later didn’t I go and change my mind…yup I reapplied for the app paying the $89.00 plus tax, then reordered my groceries. <>>>the only way I could have my order delivered to me was by entering this free delivery rather pick it up/I don’t drive. Now all I need to do it wait until between five and six o’clock to get my food.
Well Now. I have to CHANGE MY MIND AGAIN 😤😱🥸 I have to call and ask for a second refund. This new free delivery did not work for me. There was a time slot for this delivery to take place, between 5 & 6, but this did not fall through.
Two hours later a very tall man showed up with my order and several excuses blaming the store, and whoever, leaving me with melted ice cream sticks, ice cream sandwich bars, warm juices and eight missing items…Nope, I do not like this service at all, freaking big mistake that was. I change my mind again.
The President of the United States of America, gave NASA go ahead to land on Mars at no cost, sending three top astronauts along with 5 crew members, to search for water.
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