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.
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. 😲🤨
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.
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.
Walking and running eh…I walk around the house all day cleaning. Then on no school days we walk to the big store, about eight blocks, then walk around the store, cash out and depending on what we bought…we walk or taxi it.
Hmmm who are we? My grandchildren mainly the 8-year old. He is the one who every day asks, “gramma can we walk somewhere?” Well we do or we don’t-depending on how long I was standing on my feet.
But when we go out to play…You will here one of them call, “gramma run with me.” Lol. He will take my hand and run holding mine, where I do my best as I giggle.” It’s a 16 second blast as fast as I can go, which is not fast at all, I have this fear now, a phobia of falling down<>>>gosh darn it lol. My running days are almost gone 🤨 but I love walking.
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. 👸 😃 😉
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.
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…
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…
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.
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.
When you hear me yell. “Everybody get the shit out of the house right now…IT’S ON FIRE!” Got it? Let’s go over it one more time…repeat after me. “Everybody get the shit out of the house right now…IT’S ON FIRE!”
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.
Playing in the school yard with the Italian boys and now leaving to get home. One of the boys asked my name, and my big sister yelled “Bugs! Her two front teeth look like bugs bunny.” She has bucked teeth!
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 be14 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.
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.
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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