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.
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.
The President of the United States of America, gave NASA go ahead to land on Mars at no cost, sending three top astronauts along with 5 crew members, to search for water.
Due to negligence, a blast sending RED DUST throughout the universe along with three astronauts, safely landing back on Earth, where three days later mankind is under attack.
FEAR IN THE SKY BEWARE THE NIGHT
Here we meet little SAROPHIA rescued by a bee harvester from the big city-she will end up saving his life along with the rest of humanity-with aid from TEN of the oldest stars from our heavens.
God be with us all.

My toes were in the water when I spied this tiny crab. Lol believe it or not…my mind sank down to my toes getting pinched! Of course I giggled these tiny crabs couldn’t hurt a fly. Besides, they were afraid of me.
While I was playing in the water the others were canoeing, not me…freaking rocking back and forth? No way was I staying. I got out. My fear of sharks happens to be grater than me. Oh bother.
The thought of swimming across to the island seemed quite appealing, but how would I get back?
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!”
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.
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.
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. 😲🤨
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. 👸 😃 😉
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!”
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.
The Flask drinkers one would say, are a thing of the past, back far enough people have probably never heard of them. Do they even exist anymore? Hopefully a hand full will be sufficient and they are needed now.
The ground, in the Front Street Cemetery split apart releasing a curse from the 1600s. Thousands will parish if this nefarious old thing of a man escapes.
Flaskdrinkers are needed. If there are any to be found how would one go about finding one? God help us all.
The President of the United States of America, gave NASA go ahead to land on Mars at no cost, sending three top astronauts along with 5 crew members, to search for water.
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