Author: www.wotsthatplace

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.

WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THE GOD DAMED QUEEN

Do you see yourself as a leader?

YES! As the matter of fact. I Do. Maybe in a past life I was.

One time when I was 15 we owned a small Convenience Store in a small village, and in this store alongside canned foods’ / dry goods/ cigarettes, we cooked fast food.

That at the time I was 15- years of age it was my turn to be the server. This did not bother me at all I rather liked it, and this particular day a truck driver stopped in and ordered a Hamburger. Sure no problem sir.

Turned out there was a HUGE problem…

The building happened to be a little over one hundred years old /feed mill/ living quarters upstairs…you get the picture, old place, in the front of this building is the store area with an old door closing the store from the living area/ kitchen/ living room/ staircase to the bedrooms. And I had to get to the kitchen by way of said door.

Now not only was this door barely hanging on its hinges, the place was damp and the FREAKING doorknob was on the verge of breaking off?

Long story short…yes sir, one hamburger coming up, turning to open the door nothing happened, so I turned the knob pulling again, stuck, and crap. My third attempt pulling harder only made a scary noise causing me to let go before I pulled the handle right off-I knocked on the door loudly.

To my surprise my younger sibling opened the door-this caused her to stop washing dishes.

My father was sitting at the table holding a fork of food reading to place it in his mouth-but Sat frozen staring at me.

My mother stood in some sort of locked position holding a dish in one hand and the cloth in the other? It was like the door opened into a TWILIGHT Zone-everyone frozen in some sort of trance lasting for about three or four seconds, then all hell broke loose…my mother roared into the dead quite at me (still standing on my side) safe…with a witness-the man. Bahahaha lucky me. She yelled so loudly I flinch.

She said. “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THE GOD DAMED QUEEN?

👀

I thought before answering…no, I tried three times to open the door, it wouldn’t open, so I knocked before pulling the handle off, and this man wants a hamburger, (man saved me from being hit) Bahahaha.

True Story and very often to this day, almost 68 now, I think YES! I could be Queen, I would make a GREAT LEADER-honest & true to my country & its people. 👸 😃 😉

The End.

DISHES MOPS & ONE PIECE

What are you doing this evening?

Okay, evening-before nightfall-the start of sunset, what will I be doing? Cleaning!

I will be away from the house until 6:00 PM. Where during my absence, the children will be home from school, where anything can happen.

“Anything?”

Anything.

“Anything??”

Yes anything…

“ANYTHING!!!”

😶 No not anything…no deaths, rapes, murders…no police at the door, nothing drastic okay.

“So not anything.”

Okay fine, that I will not be home to have supper ready for the kids when they walk in the door…the kids will be making attempts at feeding themselves, dishes left all over the kitchen & living room, uneaten food here-there or left out on the cupboard or table or stove. The milk just sitting there and book bags on the living room chairs or table, sweaters thrown about, the door to the downstairs opened and piss everywhere from that yucky little boy-teacup Yorky dog. Anything and everything like that!

“Better than anything.”

Fine, now that you get the picture, this evening I will be cleaning up, then washing dishes, mopping the floors, picking up clothes before I can sit down and watch one more episode of ONE PIECE-a cute little PIRATE show where young kids got strange powers, and growing up, now in search of a long lost treasure.

Two of the kids here watch it with me, so far for the last three evenings.

This evening will be episode 4.

WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE

What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

Red flags in people causing me to retreat or tippy-toe out the door or across the street, or run away, their eyes…their face…their face with eyes. Their PERSONA!

Some personality traits will also be the way they TALK! – Some of the things they say cause me to heat up like I’m the red flag and all I can do is to calmly, wisely present myself in a fashion of unawareness before I leave. Then I talk my own head off to myself in hopes they don’t notice, or follow or anything. <>>> DOESN’T ALWAYS WORK THOUGH, freaking piss!

Let me tell you, one time at my mother’s home, one of my brothers was there with an actual KILLER. And I promise you, with everything in me, while we were playing cards, my brother introduced him to us.

Just his first appearance my red flag started waving. He had those eyes that kind of look right though you, his WHOLE PERSONA was wrong, I said nothing while being introduced, just raised my brows nodding. Maybe that’s what made him sit next to me.

But now let me tell you how safe I felt asking him Anything I wanted. 🤣 My MOTHER was at the table, she’s the one wanting to play cards…one wrong move from the guy towards me, my HERO MOM would’ve been on top of the guy. Bahahaha he would not have stood a chance, let alone the siblings’ attending the card game, the guy would have been toast. ☺️ some of my siblings LOVE starting a good fight. <>>>I hate any kind of violence what so ever. As the matter of fact I can not help myself but to stop it.<>>>? Don’t ask.

Anyway just his eyes and his persona and the safety I had all around me, caused me to react to this person in my mother’s home and with my brother’s.

Question 1. How’d you meet my brothers? The bar. 2. Oh, you live in Finch? No. I’m from out of town. 3. What, Chrysler, Berwick, Moosecreek, whatever else is around here? I came from TORONTO. 4. Toronto, what made you come all the way down here? I just needed some place to go.

Yeah now here we go…my siblings are now laughing, him too, asking me why am I asking him all these questions? Just play cards man and have fun. But question 5 had to be said my me. I didn’t give a shit, the guy was causing my skin to radiate or something? I had to ask…oh bother…are you a killer! I laughed loud! Everyone laughed even him, but he looked at me in silence for seconds first then said YES. Odd how my siblings found it all so funny telling me to stop teasing the guy like it was all a big joke. But inside I knew, and he looked at me from time to time like he knew I knew.

It was not long after that people were being robbed & killed around our little town. Then one day as I coming home from the bus stop and my children were just home from school, a strange car pulled into my driveway? Of course l started to run just in case it was someone I knew not wanting them to leave, but the closer I got, look who it was, that guy! My gut started eating me up inside but I had no time for that shit. My children.

I was probably 60 feet from him in my driveway and I started yelling with everything in me. What the hell are you doing here! Don’t get the shit out of that car! Does my brother know you’re here? How do you even know where I live?

He saw my EYES and maybe something else, he did not get out of the car, he only said, “I’m looking for Billy. He said to meet him here.” That was two wheel-barrels full of crap! My brother never comes to my home, we always see each other at moms’ house.

Shit wouldn’t you know it…me and my loudness brought my girls out. How did I know? I followed his eyes, prompting me to growl…GET THE JESUS OUT OF HERE NOW! I dropped my bags killing him with my, eyes, then I growled, I’m calling Billy right now. He left right away and I went in. Yes I called my brother. A month later he was in prison.

Lol nothing to do with me. Another elderly couple were stripped naked, tied up and left for dead in the dead of winter with the door wide opened just like the old man from outside the Finch area.

I don’t dare say his name, I have this Phobia lol. My brother is not Billy 🤷‍♀️ but I needed a name. So…What do you look like?

An Extremely True Story

The End

Oh wait a minute…something tells me I always get these prompts wrong or wonder way off track. But when you look at me with your eyes, your face and eyes…

APPRECIATION FOR YOU

What to say about an audience.

I smile every time the tiny bell alarms me-that someone else is reading my thoughts. I truly appreciate each and everyone of you readers, hoping that I can amuse you.

The things I say or do when reaching out to you, the stories and tales too keep your minds thinking or wondering, as you read my garbling chatters from me is always greatly appreciated.

I do my best to please you as I type down my inner thoughts, all the while giggling in wonderment-(should I be saying this stuff? Is there a better way to describe things?) but then it would not be me, so I really do appreciate your excepting how I am.

So I take this time to tell you that all I have for you is, Appreciation.

Thank-you.

Thank-you

The End.

MAKE UP YOUR MIND

Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why.

There are sooo many ATHLETES out there all to win for their country or to entertain us, and such a sight to witness, with their spectacular shows.

I myself used to be a great runner not to mention jumping-when I realized how high 😱 I never jumped again! Bahahaha <>I hated falling down. I know, it was only 4 1/2 feet, but still, I was a kid and that was a smidgen taller than me. So hoop-de-do for jumpers?

As for runners…cool, they just bring back awesome memories for me and how I lost for my school. 😭<>>>There fault, there fault, their fault. I was just out of New Brunswick and dumb as a sack of poop, hanging from a tree…I knew nothing about rules, regulations or tearing through yellow tape! Nobody told me. 🤨🤷‍♀️, so reaching the tape-happy as a pig rolling in mud? I stood there holding Victory in my heart, for TEN SECONDS, while everyone in the stands were yelling at me. Then a girl zipped past me ripping through the yellow tape and all my mind could say was…aww she broke their tape! She’s going to be in trouble. Why did she have to break it, I’m already here. Maybe she was running to fast and could not stop, wow. Sure they asked me why I just stood there, “because it said finished! Nobody told me to run past the finish line. So big deal for runners.

But skaters? Wow. Now that is something I could never do! Well I could skate some, but I could never stop without GRABBING someone 😂🤣🤣😮‍💨.

Sure I played baseball, I could bat like hell and run, but I was afraid of catching the ball. 😱 got hit in the face several times, not my gig. I played lacrosse. I enjoyed that a lot. But then some girl whacked me across the backs of my knees to take the ball, <>>>I was not allowed to wrap my stick around her neck… coach yelled at me three times-so I just walked off the field, never played again. So that sport is nothing to me.

Now BASKETBALL 🏀 yup. That was the sport for me. I could get a basket anywhere on the court, IWASFANTASTIC, and on the travelling team winning against every school. Lol, cept is, I hated dribbling. 🤷‍♀️ I felt foolish running and dribbling and anyone from the other team could trip me down. I also didn’t understand the positions 😕. So when I got the 🏀 I put it in the basket! Did I get yelled at? YES, coach yelled something about defence. 🤷‍♀️ black lines? <<> I was a dumb kid-12. Now watching Men play? Well there are kids who can play and it’s well worth watching them.

Make up your mind will you. Simple question…respect a sport! Pick a sport, just name a sport you respect. But respect is not the word for me.

Skating Then.

The skating where the two skaters dance to music and entertain crowds of people and judges and their country, but not with respect. Just with beauty and wonderment and wow, because it is fun to watch and they can stop on a dime. Proud. I am proud for them.

Yeah I know there is Hockey…so what, hockey players skate around with sticks on the ground chasing a puck, like football players run around with a ball 🏈 nothing beautiful about it.

You have Bobslayers, golfers, I don’t know, I’m sure there are other sports out there.

Oh wait a minute… curling. Yesss, curling is a great sport I will sit and watch. I find it amazing how the players can manoeuvre the rocks AROUND another rock? I love it, it’s like shuffleboard but on ice, lol.

Yup, the ice skating to music has my vote.

Sack eh. Bahahaha I guess I can say, “I can respect (think highly) of the ice-skating sport, because they have to hold each other, throw each other catch each other while they skate to music jumping very high…

The End.

A MOVIE OR FORTNIGHT

How do you relax?

Relaxing is a great feeling while sitting back with the feet up and a smile upon the lips.

How do you relax? I relax by watching a movie or playing a few games on Fortnight. I LOVE IT, and I can eliminate up to eight players on a good day. Other wise I am eliminated right off the bat.

It is fine to relax while playing with my grandchildren, but they get me eliminated all the time by pushing players that I can’t see or the player is better than myself. Whatever…starting over is free and as many times as you want. I love it.

Then after a good rest I can get back up and start finishing where I left off.

The End.

ROOMS AND MORE ROOMS

What does your ideal home look like?

So, about an ideal home for me eh. I’ll tell you, there will be rooms and more rooms, with windows in every room, skylights even. I need light.

We will have an art room, paint everywhere of all colours and loads of different sized canvas.

I will also have a sewing room with a couple of mannikins with heads, hands and feet. There would be a very good machine to sew on, with several different fabrics and colours, yes and threads, not forgetting the iron and ironing board. -Maybe two of those.

Oh, we can not for get a music room. A place where I can sing and dance and mess around with my guitar, and recording myself having a blast at creating fun.

I would need a kitchen with a built in oven and a counter top stove. The refrigerator would be one where everything(food)would be easy to get at, none of this moving twenty-five things to reach one item, then you find it rotten. 😳

Of course a BIG bathroom, large enough to accommodate a washer and dryer.

A work out room would be fantastic, especially with a trainer sitting there waiting to help me out.

Then last but not least, a nice sized living room for some visitors if you will, and an upstairs for four or five bedrooms and one more bathroom/laundry room-this way, I don’t have to run linens up and down steps and maybe trip and fall and lay there for hours, days or until found.

Yeah, I could never afford an ideal home, so a home full of grandchildren is ideal for me.

The End.

FERGUSON ORGANIC GARLIC FARMS

Yup, you read it right. True organic garlic . I know because I seen it with my very own eyes, I also was able to bite into several different flavours, my my some flavours were so friendlier than others burning my tongue, crazy hot but so fresh. Like biting into a fresh apple, while the milder type you can eat like peanuts.

If you are true Garlic lovers this is for you. Besides, Ferguson farms will ship to anywhere. So get yours while you can – last year they ran out fast.

18803 County Rd 18, Martintown , ON K0C1S0, Canada-613-577-2115

You won’t be sorry, but you will get the best picked bulbs, trust me, you won’t regret it.

FOUR NEW ADDITIONS

Was today typical?

Today was not a typical day at all. We have, rather I have, four new additions to the home that I get to feed & clean up after, which no matter how cute and funny they are the work is far from a typical day for me.

What is this interruption you may ask?, let me tell you. Four baby teacup Yorkies.

ORGANIC GARLIC ART

Shopping for garlic scapes.
Bagged eleven bags of Organic Scapes.

These garlic scapes are so very tasty and can be used in many ways, raw or cooked.

When you use scapes raw, just chop them up and toss them into a salad or on your sandwich-this way they are spicy hot to the tongue, cooked, they can be used in soups, stews-actually anything you would put garlic in.

Let me tell you about fried!!! Oh my gosh. Talk about a wonderful treat, using butter or your favourite oil and spices. So tender and delicious. Or crispy 🤓.

The art of cooking organic Garlic Scapes can be so much fun.

Yum get your today.

THE END. 🤷‍♀️

WHICH FOOD,WHEN YOU EAT IT, TRANSPORTS YOU TO CHILDHOOD

FOOD AND CHILDHOOD YUM

I must say each and every time I eat- HABITANT FRENCH PEA SOUP it does bring me back to my childhood, where myself & eight siblings sat around the kitchen table ready for lunch or supper.

Well I hated pea soup! I could not stand the smell of it-it smelled like vomit to me. So each and every time mother left the kitchen, I would then ask, “who wants my soup for their bread. I’ll trade my soup for your two pieces of bread.”

Lucky me, my one sister LOVED this soup and always made the trade. 😁 now that I am way older I LOVE Habitant French Pea soup and it smells like peas. 😬

My childhood days.

WRITE ABOUT YOUR FIRST CRUSH

ABOUT MY FIRST CRUSH

My first crush, my gosh, Luke Demers.

Fifty-five years ago at the age of 12, I’ll never forget it or him, as odd as it was, he was in a few of my school classes and the only thing I cared about was running faster or jumping higher or hitting the baseball harder than him. But there was no question about it, I was WAY better at basket ball than them all, how ever, I could not read or tell time or spell or any of that shit. I was as good as a sack of rocks. . .Hey wait a minute, a sack of rocks can come in quite handy, so could of I, when it came to sports. And when Luke was chosen caption, you could bet I was there chanting in my head, pick me, pick me. He did, all the boys did. The only difference was, Luke picked the winners not his friends. But, but. When I was one of the caption a long side Luke . . .crap! I had to get first pick or forget the win. I needed GARY.

Getting older and watching the old movies

Five years later I’m twelve. I started to really like Luke a lot, wondering what would it be like holding hands and walking home like they did in the old movies-where the guy carried her books and held her hand. Wow would Luke ever do that for me . . .I have to admit, I never talked to him, just said his name when I had to. <<<>>>I didn’t talk to anyone actually only just to say what had to be said and nothing more.

Having a crush on Luke got dangerous

Yeah, I must say, having this silly crush on Luke got dangerous for me and my siblings. . .The fault of course was all mine. When I found out he had a little sister who played with my little sister, well now, I did something way out of character and agreed to walk her home. Where as I ALWAYS KEPT TO MYSELF! But no . . .my foolish crush brain thought it would be a fantastic grand thing to hero Luke’s little sister home, and when I got there he would be standing up there smiling down at me. How romantic.

A Little Stop At The Park

On our way home, the little ones wanted to play at the park for a time. Asking please. Well please goes a long way so yes, I allowed this park time-again, thinking Luke would think I was wonderful. Then the kid had to go and ask me to hold her swing , while she ran off to the washrooms with my sister, sure, sure go pee, I will sit here holding your swing looking like I was swinging a ghost or something there like that. . . Keeping in mind there happened to be 14 other swings. It was a huge park man. skating rink, sand box, teeter-totters, animal seats on thick coiled springs, a great brick building for his/hers washrooms, four great sets of swings, each set held 4 swings. Then two smaller sets of swings for babies, and a massive play area for running, all this, a whole block long and wide, surrounded with a magnificent eight foot black iron gate. Yup, just a little stop at the park then home, for now hold the one particular swing right beside me, for her for Luke.

WHEN MOTHER’S BECOME HEROES

Well that is not what happened, things got way out of hand that ended my thinking and wondering about Luke and any other boy-they just were not worth it. This first crush caused a fight with my siblings lasting very many weeks with seven French teenagers, whom just happened by wanting this empty swing out from my fist. Fourteen other swings? But they wanted hers, Luke’s little sisters. I could not allow this to happen <<<>>>all in the name of crushes. When my mother had to intervene and become this great hero putting an end to it all while I remained untouched and feared. Bahahaha. Luke Demers lol.

The End . . .You should have been there, it was spectacular.

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WHAT COUNTRIES DO YOU WANT TO VISIT

WHAT COUNTRIES DO YOU WANT TO VISIT

Hmm, to visit others countries? Yeah I don’t want to visit other countries. Quite honestly I don’t want to visit any other country, I have this safety feature going on in my head all the time<>so boring, I don’t even think about leaving my country, to busy living life and having fun.

When I was very young I thought about seeing the PYRAMIDS due to the fact that I have a great fascination with rocks. I can’t even walk down the sidewalk without searching the ground for some tiny shiny pebble, stone, rock or bolder!

When I was a kid, I had this urge to go to AFRICA just to see the people-the way they dress with markings on their faces and to watch them dance in circles, or lines using spears to show their kill of the day and now everyone could eat. But then . . .But then they eat people!>>>I said I was very young. Still, my desires faded away leaving me happy to see them on the television and safe from wild animal attacks.

I once has this thrill to go to BETHLEHEM or JERUSALEM, ISRAEL even, just for the way they lived and the bible days seemed quite interesting, the land of sand. But I was young and had strange beliefs of being closer to GOD. Then I found out God is everywhere and I need not leave.

INDIA, PAKISTAN, AFGHANISTAN-beautiful scenery, mountains, wow mountains. As a child I loved to climb, as a child I would have climbed as high as possible.

The world is full of amazing countries, but I would of had to of been born in them to be there. To visit a country now, to me, is dangerous. People are just to angry all the time now, and when people get angry innocent people get hurt or killed. Of course, this is all due to the fact that our countries are run by Tyrants, wanting. Leaving me, a STATISTICAL RETARD, always expecting to worst.

With my luck I will go and get eaten by a shark, or held ransom and we have no dollars, or suspected of being a spy or killed by a spider bite way down under-AUSTRALLIA you know or trampled by 80 wild kangaroos running from something bigger or just to get to the stream before all the water is gone.

I know, I know, I’m foolish. But when you hear, and you read, and you see on the NEWS all this disturbing dangers of the world . . .Then hit with covid, I have no wanting’s to visit any countries but on the Television, where they show you ONLY THE BEAUTIES of lands across the seas and oceans.

So this- what countries do you want to visit-is not a fun question to ask me, for you readers-who I love so much for reading and liking my stuff, I humbly APPRECIATE and thank-you greatly with honor and respect.

THE END

Shit, I won’t even go to FLORDIA, they have crocodiles! Freaking Garden Pests.

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WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF

My favorite thing about myself is the way I can get things done when they need to be done, in a quick sufficient way. Everything sparking clean, and feed you on the spot, should you just walk in. <<<>>>What a load of crap that was. I actually don’t know, I’m always complaining about myself.>>>I don’t know this, I don’t know that, I can’t stop eating. This hurts, that hurts my clothes are getting to small and can’t I find shoes that don’t hurt my toes!>>>Oh but wait. Why does it have to be favorite?, and not just like. What do you like about yourself?

What I like about myself is the very fact that I can come up with a story about ANYTHING! You name it, I will create a story about it. <<<>>>Of course I would need to look-up something I know nothing about first, then hem and haw about it for a bit then raw-who story time :). Oh, but then :0. . . It will be a scary story, 😦 . . .I don’t know (nice), though I do know what it is to be nice. <>Furrowed brow-I was not raised nice, so nice, is an extremally hard thing to put into my written stories. So right now I am still thinking, what’s your favorite thing about yourself?

My mind! My mind. It’s always thinking, It makes me laugh at times where I’m rolling on the ground<<>>Yes even in public. My mind just never stops giving me the ability to create. I’m never alone. Nothing really never matters because my favorite thing about myself is that I am always walking and talking to GOD. And NOBODY can and will ever change my belief in our LORD GOD. Not even this Jesus person, and believe me when I tell you, I have asked and argued with God asking for forgiveness for not believing in a Jesus. <<<>>>Is he not a symbol?

Did our GOD tell us . . .NO SYMBOLS BEFORE ME? (Thunder bolts & Lightening.)

This is way out of control . . .What’s your favorite thing about myself?

Maybe it is the true fact that I am kind to people. :0! Oh wait no, no, no! some people scare me and I will cross the street. AW . . .I know what it is, My favorite thing about myself is that I can HEAL. I am a healer in this life, though it is not at will, it is however the will of our LORD. I can heal and I can save. I am . . .was a HERO. Now I’m old. But still remains the fact that I was and I did hero & heal.

So LMAO . . . sorry boys and girls, you had to go through all that to get to what’s my favorite thing about myself lol. Is that I’m a good person. PHEW.

People shouldn’t ask me, about me. I don’t know about me, I was diagnosed with having a triple personality, and believe you me . . .I just play along.

THE END 😉 or is it. . .yeah, it has just dawned on me the question was/is, what’s YOUR, favorite thing about Yourself, not myself. So what is your favorite thing about yourself! Oh bother. I could have been hanging clothes. Now back to work.

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