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What historical event fascinates you the most?

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? 🤷‍♀️

MEET SIBLING #SEVEN

Describe a family member.

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!”

Meet number seven.

CITY TRANSIT $3.00

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

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.

The End.

DEAR FAMILY OF MINE

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.

The End.

SEASON 1 EPISODE 1

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.

This is one attempt at a guaranteed thing I would try without failure, then live happily ever after.

The End

Just beware the sky and stay out of the night.

NINE MONTHS LATER

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.

The End.

WHO ARE THESE ARTISTS

Who are your favorite artists?

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 😃 .

The End.

WHEN YOU GET ONE CHOICE TO CHOOSE FROM

What is your favorite hobby or pastime?

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.

SO YOU DID IT AGAIN

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.

I am a real woman. 😃

The End

DON’T OPEN THE WINDOW

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

Growing up there were no computers until you saw them on television in movies, wall to wall reels with loads of knobs, lights and robotic sounds, allowing for outdoor activities and no sitting around.

Again, growing older-still no computers that I knew of, made way for learning crafts like cooking, sewing, ironing and knitting along with crocheting and washing walls and floors then windows and time, time to create things and time to spare! Just slim, trim and no sitting around unless I was drawing pictures or printing down thoughts or jotting down words to a new song I wanted to learn.

Then around the age of twenty something, still no computers in my life just getting fancier on the television screen. Paper. Paper became very important to me, never having enough of the stuff or running out of it-needing to use napkins or the backs of news letters coming through the mail, all the while wondering if there would be a better way to save my printed or written stories.

“WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE PAPER!” Who used the last piece of paper without saying anything? What’s the matter with you people, you can’t say, “I have the last piece of paper!” This loss of paper forced my hand, I started printing on walls until more paper was present. Then frig that!!! I painted my one wall with blackboard paint. How do you like that?

Then…Chalk, chalk, CHALK! Where is all the chalk? “The baby ate it. Or the dog or I saw the cat playing with something, could have been the chalk.” What’s the matter with you guys? Holy sack man… pick up the chalk.

After that, every time I saw paper on sale, no matter where I was, I bought it. Lined paper unlined paper, paper with holes…I didn’t care as long as it was paper. And chalk, lots of chalk. Let’s see the baby eat all that 😱😬 just kidding. I’ll take a baby any day over chalk.

Life without a computer? DON’T OPEN THE WINDOW…” To late! Noooo. Numbering. Paper flying all over the room like a rocket blasted off with me trying to snatch each sheet out of the air. Numbering. “Close the window.” And the paper just falls to the floor floating like little feathers to their doom, now a hundred sheets of paper or more blankets the room like it’s all good, we didn’t leave the room? But it’s not all good, because where is page one?

Life without a computer with UNNUMBERED sheets of paper holding days of my written work now smiling all over the place at me is harsh😤, leaving me to READ just to find page two, three, four, five…😩, you get the picture. Growl…Growl…Roar. Bahahaha.

Life without a computer taught me to remember to number each sheet of paper, even if it’s just page one.

Have a fantastic day everyone, if not, make it fantastic yourself. It’s nobodies responsibility to make you happy-that’s all on you.

The End

BULLSEYE

What skill would you like to learn?

This will be short.

At times, I have a pretty good aim, at other times it will take me three tries to hit my target.

Every once in a while I will buy a $4.00 toy gun with darts. Lucky me the darts come in three, allowing me to mess around using a chalk drawn bullseye, getting my practice in before the kids confiscate my toy.

But I really wish growing up that I took the time to learn the skill of archery, had I known lessons were given.

However, I did play Darts. Lucky if I hit the board. One time this guy sitting in a wheelchair having a game of darts with my sister and me, took the dart and drove it in his leg as he said to us, “would you do this?” Holy sack, we had no idea he had a wooden leg.

My sister holding her dart readying to aim smiled looking at me then him saying, “wood eye?” Oh my God I laughed my ass off I could hardly stand up. The guy just stared at her, then looked at me, which of course made me laugh more, as I’m imagining my sister putting out his eye.

Archery would have been a great skill for me. I buy the plastic sets of Bow and arrows and we play and have fun.

What was that? BULLSEYE 🎯

GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE

What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?

As for myself when tomorrow comes it will be early enough.

Eleven more hours and 15 minutes it will be one o’clock in the morning, which technically is tomorrow. But this is way to early in the morning-where in my country, we are still sleeping, or going to sleep or they are working what we call, the night shift, while many other people drink themselves into a stoop until the wee hours of the morning, tomorrow.

As for myself when tomorrow comes it will be early enough for me to say, “good morning sunshine.” And this my people is and will always be my number one priority. To wake up. To witness the glorious beauty of each day, then after that… wake the kids, feed them, prepare the lunches and making sure they are dressed and brushed ready to walk them to the school bus. After that…clean and do laundry then make them supper.

I guess in retrospect my #1 priority tomorrow will be the children and the day after that and the day after that…yeah they are my sunshine.

LIBBYS LIBBYS LIBBYS ON THE LABEL LABEL LABEL

What brands do you associate with?

Oh my, brands eh? I think I can name some of the new stuff that I do not associate with, just by people talking what they bought, like. Jordan or George or checkmark? I really don’t pay any attention to fashions of any kind.

As for foods, there is habitat, Campbell’s and I don’t know…wait a minute, Great Value and presidents choice?

Brands are not my thing. And when I did care it was Pepsodent and Libbys Libbys Libbys on the label label label – toothpaste and soup lol.

P S… that is one thing I should do more of-pay attention! Bahahaha- yesterday.

The End.

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?

My dad, hmmm, my dad.

I can not remember what happened to bring on the piece of advice given to me from my dad, but I was the age of twelve or younger.

I do remember he said to me in a rather annoyed voice… “Who do you think you are. YOU, are no better than them, and they are no better than you.”

Honestly, I had to think on that one for a while, (if I’m not better than them, & they are not better than me,) well who is then? Then my dad would tell me-don’t wonder to far, you’ll get lost, which my mother told me to always look before you leap. Where my dad butted in with, your you’ll be sure to weep & weep.

In any case, I do look before I leap when I think to, and I do know, I am no better than anyone, and anyone is no better than me.

The End.

FAMILY FUN

How do you celebrate holidays?

Holidays are a good way to relax or celebrate with families or close friends. I guess it all depends on the holiday.

Christmas is family for us where Easter is again for us-hunting for eggs.

We do know these holidays are to be about a Jesus, but there are to many different Jesus’s and we are never invited-we celebrate with each other.

Then there is a Queen’s birthday, not invited so I do nothing, it’s nothing to me anyways, same as the 4th of July? Nothing to me, then Canada Day- nothing.

But then Thanksgiving? Well we celebrate by eating turkey with family.

I was not brought up to celebrate nothing except thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter, which I really don’t care about any of them… I only care about celebrating birthdays.

Blah blah blah… I know, blah blah blah. Lol.

Hmmm, nobody celebrated my birthday until I became a mom, and that’s not even a holiday. 😲🤨

The End.

Holiday? What holidays. I don’t get holidays.

LACK OF COMMUNICATION

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

Talking. Communicating with your partner. Complaining when there is, something to speak your mind about.

Oddly enough I was taught to SHUT UP & SIT DOWN-with the back of the hand to the head or hit with a belt or stick with every word spoken<>>>that would be nine hits or seven depending on if she said, “I told you to shut up and sit down rather, I said shut up and sit down.” Always great full when she did not have a speech …😮‍💨 never sure if she stopped hitting when she ran out of words or just tired of swinging, lol.

It’s okay I never cried during lessons only when I was called stupid and good for nothing and will always be good for nothing. Yeah my feelings hurt 1000 times more than any lickens’ ever did. Don’t forget I was hit by car twice, so what is a stick or belt going to do to me?

I always only said… “are you finished & can I go to bed now?” Man oh man that made her mad. Bahahaha-made me mad too. But I learned well to keep my mouth shut, that never goes away.

I wish I was taught to voice my opinions when I was young, being quite causes a shit load of problems for ever after, ruining two marriages. That I did not learn how to speak out without receiving painful consequences…both husbands, in the end said that I allowed them to walk all over me, where they had no respect for me at all.

🤷‍♀️ Is that what they call bitches…complaining all the time, nitpicking, finding faults, cutting you up all day long? I can not be like that…that I am the woman and know my duties as a woman should not the man?

I wish I learned to defend myself when I was young, with my words. I’m not talking about cussing, I do not swear, I do not need to, I have those eyes, that dangerous look.

Tell you what though, I taught my children when they were young to say what they mean and mean what they say. None of that making people guess crap, some people can guess you right into jail.

Me no speak it confrontation. Lol. Unless I know I’m RIGHT. Then and only then I will not shut up. 🥸

The End.

Oh wait a minute…I wish I learned how to type without looking at the typewriter/keyboard. Oh, but then I would have to of learned how to properly pronounce the alphabet. 🧐 sack eh, there is always something.

Have a blessed day.

FOOD DID SOMEONE SAY FOOD

What are your favorite types of foods?

Hmmm Food. I know there are people out there that which are afraid of food & hate Food, refusing to eat<>>>this is sad, causing death as an end result. But not me, if anything food could be the very thing that ends me.

I eat for the sake of eating. I love food, the flavours the aroma the amount! <>>> my eyes are bigger than my belly-is what my uncle would say.

Potatoes and gravy with peas and the meat-hamburger-ground steak. I’ve always loved hamburger and there are many ways to put it in foods using onions, spices and vegetables like tomatoes and macaroni>>>YUM or oregano with noodles and big-a-big a meatballs lol spaghetti. Or rice. Yeah, put spiced up hamburger in the rice then stuff it into coloured peppers<>>>So good. Or just a nice hamburger with your favourite toppings, tomato, pickles, onions and lettuce-the greener the better. I love hamburger with cobs of 🌽 lots of tasty corn.

Oh then there is HAM…I just can’t eat enough of ham when we have ham, for some reason or other ham does not fill me up. I love eating ham with mustard, sure I’ll take it with ketchup but I really prefer mustard. I haven’t had Ham for quite a while-price went skyrocketing , sad really-hardly seems worthwhile to pay over $40.00 to feed a family of 7 one muesli ham on the bone. While I’m a vicious animal that will eat the ham right off the bone. (My caveman days) I love those days-Bahahaha.

Soup and Stews. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum. I really enjoy making soups and stews, so healthy and delicious. I start with water. Then wash all the ingredients chopping them up then add all the spices that I love to swim off my tongue to my belly. “My father taught me to cook stews and soups, so easy and filling. Onion soup…😋

My Favourite types of foods, oh my. Bread!

I grew up eating bread. Seriously my mother came and took me away from my grandparents at the age of seven & 1/2. To live with six other kids, one a new born the other a baby in a crib. Shortly after we moved to a bigger place where breakfast was two slices of toast, lunch was two pieces of bread with peanut butter maybe a bowl of Libbys soup, and supper was two slices of bread with some potatoes, gravy, hamburger and peas or green beans or brown beans. Actually the gravy was hamburger meat mixed with flour and water and spices.

Easter we had ham, Christmas we had turkey in between we had hamburger or bologna or liver>>>Bahahaha. In which I learned to LOVE. <>>>six kids now seven with two adults (one sibling refused to leave our grandparents) <>>she probably had lots of food where we had to split ours, lol. Believe me when I tell you I sat in wait of the little ones to be full- but then lucky if I got it.

Dumpling are super delicious some people cook theirs with chicken, but I prefer with blueberries or strawberries or a fruit. So delicious it’s like cake sitting in a delicious cooked fruit. 👀 did someone say CAKE?

Oh my God I can eat cake until it comes out my ears-forget my belly! CAKE and chips. I love chips-potato chips. Bread and chips are my downfall, I’m just a big food-a-Holic. I trust this is from my childhood, always hungry with never enough food to go around for us older kids. We ran to school, ran home for lunch, ran back to school them home again until the next day! We, okay, I was hungry.

I love cheese. Cheese and grapes. Celery and cheese, cheese and jam, and Rhubarb I love my Rhubarb jam on toast, ice-cream or just be it’s self.

Favourite foods -eggs? I love eggs, eggs and brown beans with real ham not that processed stuff No processed foods at all. I love real foods. Yeah, that’s my favourite foods<>>>real food.

Bahahaha Bahahaha 😂 okay, I do love salads oh yes with dill dressing. Slurp.

Now I must go eat.

The End.

I have this phobia…is there enough food to go around, save me lots.

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