What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Why?
Sometimes decisions are not as hard as we think they are, or we make them out to be. I love you so much that’s what made it hard to leave thee.
You had so many girlfriends, you said I could never be your friend yet you married me, why?
Hmm, had known this, I would not have married you, but I loved you.
I loved you so very much, so it made it hard for me to run away-this the decision I made at the age of 23-made it hard for me, but you didn’t love me and like you said, you thought it was a good idea at the time.
Well now, that made the hard decision a little easier for me so I ran away, but still waited for you to come for me. You knew where I was.
So, picking favourites are we. A favourite season of all things. I’m quite sure many people have one best time of year in them, but not me. Why?
Let me tell you why I cannot choose pacific likeable season of the year.
Here we go, Winter. I love the snow so sparkly white, with a beautiful hue of glitter when the sun shines. It’s just so picturesque. it’s a glory to see. But then near the end it gets so dirty, not a pleasant picture to gander. But homes with their Christmas lights and decorative sights are wonderful to see.
Then spring hits. Yippee. Actually, 😤 ! Not only is the snow melting and the birds chirping, while shoots are popping out of the ground and buds appearing on branches-beautiful sights to see, the wind is damp and so cold. And this Spring is bouncy-rain, snow, warm, cold, back to rain, snow, and so on, right into June-hot, cold, rain, rain, damp cold rain! Stop it- I love planting vegetables and fruits in the spring, watching everything grow.
Then awe summer. No coats or boots, no hats or scarves, but heat! It’s nice to be finally warm and in light clothing. It rains but it’s warm. Summer, the children are home. No more getting up early to ready them and make so many lunches. We get to just walk out the door into the sunshine without boots, splash in the water and make mud-pies.
And then fall. It’s now a welcome for the cooler weather after all the heat pouring down on us. We get to harvest and watch the leaves 🍁 turn beautiful colours on the trees. Then laugh as we crunch down the street upon the fallen leaves 🍂 as we prepare for Halloween, so much fun carving pumpkins.
So as you can tell I can’t have a favourite season and you know why.
What are the most important things needed to live a good life?
Me: What kind of a friend helps a friend stay doped up?
Him: Hey man. That’s a good friend man. It’s important to have a good friend to help you through life man. And dope man, it’s important to have good dope man.
Plan ahead, make plans, plan today, plan tomorrow. Hmmm, what did you say? What is your career plan? What plan, follow the plans man.
I planned a party, invited my coworkers and school teachers, I bought prizes. I made seven games, I spent $350 on food. Two people came-my helpers. Plans, plans you say, career plans.
I planned on getting married and having children, seven of them. I planned on living happily ever after. Bahahaha. Two divorces and three children later, that plan. Flopped all over the place. Plans plans nothing at hand plans plans here I still stand .
I planned on being a writer. I’ve written several books. You know the books that are on paper on a shelf just sitting there by themselves. What happened to that plan? I’ll tell you what happened to that plan, my daughter and her children, four them-three years apart. Knock knock knocking on my door knock knock, knocking, wanting more knock knock knock. So flip flop flapping plans, what plans, I don’t make plans anymore!
Every time flop, flop flop. I wonder if it’s because I didn’t choose a “career” plan.
We will put this career planning in the same categories as goals-what the hell is a goal, what is your goal? Is your goal a career plan? Don’t forget to say career plan or it’s not gonna work; flop, flop, flop, flop, flop, flop. Want to plan on going to the store and then to the restaurant, no! Let’s just go shopping and then go eat no plans.
Say here’s a plan, what are you playing at with these plans, we all know plans and careers and goals are for the birds-the energized people, that’s it, you have to be a special kind of a person to be able to set a career plan and have a goal and reach it. And that’s the end. Yeah that’s my plan finish this question about: What is your career plan. Do you have one? No flopping now.
The End.
Force yourself to have the best day ever, planning a career plan.
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
To be quite honest, I hate being questioned.
But the one question I hate the most is,
“what’s your name?” Hmm. Yeah that. My name…what is my name? No one calls me my name so who do I call me?
I was given a name at birth, but no body uses it, they call me an Irish boy’s name or a fresh water fish name. And I don’t like the name, so when asked? I get dumb. So usually I reply, why?
Silly I know. But why do you want to know.
It all started as a child. I just had to practice being the best SPY in the world like the double o seven show, & 77 Sunset strip and The Saint. I for some reason had to be like them-but better.
Then in school-grade one, I could hear the teacher call out a name over and over and over. But I paid no never mind because it was not my name. Oh yes it was! Only I did not know it, as no one ever called me that. I ended up arguing with the teacher in front of the class 😳 then doing my best to remember the name to ask my mom if it was my name. <<<>>>this did not go over very well but it was, my name.
Well then there I was at eight-years of age learning my name. Which still no one called me. And to this day…I hate the question, “and what’s your name.” 🤷♀️ why?
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
The day I was born the frosted cold wind swirled its way around my mother like wrapping cotton candy around its cone, as she made her way to the outhouse close to ten feet from the house.
Quote: I thought I had to have a good shit. Unquote. But in its stead, I was born.
Quote: I took my clothes off and wrapped you up so you wouldn’t freeze to death.
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?
If I could be someone anyone just for one day as long as during this day, what I do applies, I would be QUEEN.
Why do I choose to be queen? Why do I want it to apply? What’s the point of being queen if it doesn’t apply?
Being queen for one day where I can change everywhere under my rule, there would be men there would be women there would be girls there would be boys no more thinking you’re a dog you’re a cat I want to be a girl, but I’m in a man’s body I wanna be a man, but I’m in a girls body no more teaching kindergartens grade ones grade twos about sex no more paedophiles allowed to walk the streets no more murderers, rapists killers, taking space eating food, watching TV playing games learning from books no more no more high taxes no more outrageous prices on foods no more costly clothing, no more presidents and governments Ignoring our rights and our freedoms, Queen for a day I say all that applies under my rule.
Outlandish indeed!
But I am the queen do you hear me no more nonsense no more prejudiced no more one-sided peoples! No more crying over holocaust no more crying over black slaves let’s start crying over Irish slaves before the blacks packed in cages history lies in the past the past cannot be changed.
I am your QUEEN . I rule over these countries and lands. I tell you no more discriminatory no more bigots! I tell you off with their heads.
Pretty harsh I know-but KINGS and QUEENS were harsh. They did bad things to people to please themselves. I don’t want to do bad things to people to please myself, I want to please the people. I am your queen for one day.
Bahahaha. Now that I got that out of my system, I am so happy. I never laughed so hard in the last couple days. Tell me is it possible I be QUEEN for a day just one day? Come on let me do it. Let me have one day, give me a go. Come on, let me have a go, let me have a go at her for just one day.
Off with their heads, I say.
Ps. . . this is not intended to hurt, weak minds. This is intended for the lighter side of things for the comical ways of life. Besides, you asked, didn’t you. And i’d be lying if I said anything else.
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.
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 😃 .
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