At the farm with three new calves.
Will the red cow eat us? lol.
WHEN CHILDREN LAUGH
Tag: What are you afraid of
COMING SOON TO AMAZON
Another story by me. I’m sure the cover will be different. But should you wonder to close to a certain cemetery…Hmm, you will need your flask at hand. some curses are to be taken seriously, not to be invaded just for pure speculation putting the world at risk.
AMAZON BOOKS & E-BOOKS
We all have a story and there is no “I” in we, and I have a story too, and you can read it in this book. When you want something you can’t have, stay back or die.
MY FIRST EDITION PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH
Hello to my great full respected readers. I am always pleased when you enjoy my silly thoughts. Thank-you.
I know it has been a while that I have blogged, but I have been quite busy, trying to edit a book I have written in 1996, with all these children my daughter kept having, lol. There is no time!
Now that these children are the ages of 15, 12, 9 and 6, all soon, starting this month until September they all will be one year up. 🥳
Oh bother, that with the mother losing her head and off to find it and their father incarcerated, the full responsibility is still mine and great full they are in school allowing me to edit this one story out of several, at last.
Now, need I remind you my brain is not functioning as the term normal on any scale of degrees. Meaning I started out dumb and continued in that fashion until I had my own children forcing me to be the best possible teacher allowing them to grow in a safe environment and make them to be five times smarter than I could ever be.
Of course living in my shoes from day one, born in an outhouse in the winter, and given away at four months, kidnapped at 16-18 months, then from an orphanage by the age of three only to be molested from the age of three to seven. Then from the age of ten to fifteen beat where I ran away to the children’s aid Society. That was a bad place to live until my father fought getting me out at the age of 17 1/2 and never looked back.
I can tell you the only thing I cared about was not getting a lick en and what was for supper? Meaning, school meant absolutely nothing to me, I thought it was a punishment? So what I learned was people are extremely cruel, mean, bullies and only care about themselves. So I trusted nobody! And practiced for twelve years lol, to be the best spy ever. Didn’t help much.
By the time I was 15, I was raped, attacked, driven to the bush, <<<>>> I laugh at that now, then, it was scary as big spiders falling on you, scary as lightning hammering down right in front of you, scary as falling off a boat into shark laced waters. I’m just happy to be alive.
My first day starting a job at a hospital I was attacked being held up off the floor by a mad man, I took the wrong door. 🤓 I got the day off.
But all in all I have Heroed several times without a second thought, and always prevented with the triumph of God by my side or in my body strength and purpose.
On the serious side of things. I’ve been run over by horse and buggy run down three times before my mother stopped it, hit my car twice and here I am today. I believe I died once, and I know I spoke to the Lord-he spoke to me. I guess my mission is to raise these children.
Oh wait a minute . . . are you supposed to die when your mission in life is over or something there like that, if that’s the case I don’t want that mission I don’t wanna know my mission my mission better still be confusing and somewhere still out there.
I started writing stories when my children were in school, and me rotten at spelling and grammar and pronunciation and punctuation and a whole whack of things. 😌 the difference between (is and was). Oh bother. Present and past. But when typing my mind has no time for perfection, as I see in my mind as I tell…is, is happening now.
Anyways.
My first edition-PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH
It did all start with the black floater in my left eye causing me to always slapping out at NOTHING! Then I started wondering how to rid of it, and my mind went berserk, all by itself.
THE END
Until the FLASK DRINKERS
Working on that now.
SEVENTY TWO HOURS LATER
I am happy to say that in seventy two hours my first book will be published. Phobia The Aftermath-The Black Death.
Yippee. Then onto editing more scary book.
The Flask Drinkers
The Red Dove & The Nameless Girl.
BLACK CAT ON THE ROAD
I have seen a black cat on the road.
I was driving along when out of nowhere a Black Cat ran across the street in front of my vehicle. Of course this sent a shock wave through my body like someone dumped a massive tub of ice cold water on my hot head.
I did not kill the cat, I did not go off the road. But my face went from just being me to that of someone just jumping off a nail yelling no OUCH! But whispering, “awe a black cat.”
Then my mind spewed out superstitious quotes, “if a black cat walks in front of you, something bad will happen. If you walk under a ladder someone will get hurt. If you say Bloody-Mary three times in the mirror-she will get you and kill your friends.”
Then Still driving and thinking about that cat, my head followed this house at the end of the road. Well I could not help but to say, “That’s a stupid place to put a house. Anybody can drive off the road right into the living room or what ever it is.”
Then I thought a bit about the cat and thought, As if. No such thing. I continued onward to the store.
In the store I got what I needed paid, got back in my car and headed home.
Is it the end? NO On my way home lots of red lights and trucks and a police car or two? Were all outside that stupid home at the end of the street.
Did I do that? Was It The Superstitious thinking? Or was it that Black Cat on the road?
So am I superstitious? Na I walk under ladders SOMETIMES lol and the roads were icy that night, It was winter.
Oh yes, drop a fork a woman will visit, drop a knife a man will visit.
There is another saying but I can only remember the ending about kissing a fool. They are all old wives tales anyway or coincidences.
FINALLY PUBLISHED AND ON AMAZON KINDLE
Yup, that’s me. Finally published and on Amazon kindle.
Not really sure how to feel though, well not yet anyway.
Good luck-Bahahaha
The End.
Working on The Flaskdrinkers next.
HERE COMES ONE OF MY BOOK, SOON
Yes here comes my book soon to be published on Amazon-Kindle reading.
I am somewhat exciting about this, but! Leary at the same time.
I need to stop believing, like I need to stop eating. And I need, to stop eating.
This man James Hardiment, believed in moi. He came to my home, saw my works, started reading my PHOBIA-THE AFTERMATH, and liked it enough to edit my story and getting it ready to publish. 🤪😮💨🫣☺️😬 bahahaha!!
He-James Hardiment found it spooky. This caused a giggled from me, because my intent was SCARY! Ha!
But either way boys and girls, I’m having my first book published very soon it’s just a matter of getting the right credentials wrote down for Amazon and Kindle then and only then, my smile will be wide.
Oh, as for this stopping this believing-that phobia, people tell you. . . “When you reach your goal, that’s when you die.”
I DON’T WANT TO DIE! 😠
But getting a book published was not my goal in life, wanting to make money with my head-kinda like was in there, but my actual goal was to have 1 million babies and be happy forever and ever, happily married with 1 million babies that was my goal, so I’m never gonna die. I don’t think I’m ever gonna reach that goal. 😃
So Here Comes One Of My Book Soon. within a week or so.
PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH
Followed by The Flaskdrinkers
possibly followed by a few more.
By:Constance Ferguson
Kisses and hugs to you all. & Thank-you @James Hardiment
The End

RATTY RAT RATS
I’m telling you…when you get a rat in the house it is so hard to catch them or it. But I finally did.
But not before it ate our pears, avocados, sweet potatoes, white potatoes, my tomatoes and the kids cheeses fish crackers. Booo!!!
The bottom video would not load. But it’s all good. The rat is sleeping forever.
HIGH NOON
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.

SEASON 1 EPISODE 1
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.
The writing industry is a very tight organization to get into or knowing the right people helps a lot. Otherwise unknown wannabes’ sit on the sidelines wishing for any chance to get their work even looked at.
Now, if it were guaranteed, I get the chance at making an attempt producing one of my stories, I would start with-
“THE FLASK DRINKERS”
In the 16th century a curse was placed in holy ground, as long as there were Flaskdrinkers the curse would remain forever underground. This is the year 2023, people have changed, talks about this curse are no longer a myth, no longer remembered, and no longer in the ground.
It would be a very scary movie for some people, especially the people not liking graveyards. while others would find this right up their ally and talk about it for a few days. Actually a movie they would never forget. It certainly put the fear into me while writing it, lol. <>>>Truth. What can I say. I actually phoned up my boss telling her I know it’s late but I also know you are up, I’m scared. Oh bother…she laughed talking me back to reality.
Then if guaranteed, guaranteed…I would continue producing my other stories especially “BUZZER” where we will have Season 1 episode 1.
This is one attempt at a guaranteed thing I would try without failure, then live happily ever after.
The End
Just beware the sky and stay out of the night.
WHO ARE THESE ARTISTS
Who are your favorite artists?
Isn’t that something else, art and artists…I know nothing about these things, though I have heard of Van Gogh, Michelangelo, Raphael, or is that a ninja turtle. Oh yeah, there’s Picasso, I don’t know artists or art, kind of funny I know art exists, and I know there are many artists and that’s all I know, who painted the Mona Lisa I don’t know who painted the ceilings in some of the very old churches, I don’t know, beautiful work though. it’s just not something that’s important to me, ever. What do they say? “It’s not my click.”
I just woke from a nightmare. Someone grabbed hold of me and was hurting me, so I bit their hand as hard as I could and they really hurt my right hand to the point I struggled to wake saying, “ow.” Then I was afraid to move for a bit, I was also afraid to look behind me above my head. So here I am awake wondering if I can think of any more artists than who I have, and I can not-rather my children. Wow they can look at something and draw it?, and it’s amazing, that is a talent that’s cool to have.
Halloween is coming soon and we have carving fun on pumpkin’s and my three artists are fantastic. So to answer your question…my favourite artists are my grown up adult children 😃 .
The End.
GRANDMA RUN WITH ME
How often do you walk or run?
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.
The End.
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
Red flags in people causing me to retreat or tippy-toe out the door or across the street, or run away, their eyes…their face…their face with eyes. Their PERSONA!
Some personality traits will also be the way they TALK! – Some of the things they say cause me to heat up like I’m the red flag and all I can do is to calmly, wisely present myself in a fashion of unawareness before I leave. Then I talk my own head off to myself in hopes they don’t notice, or follow or anything. <>>> DOESN’T ALWAYS WORK THOUGH, freaking piss!
Let me tell you, one time at my mother’s home, one of my brothers was there with an actual KILLER. And I promise you, with everything in me, while we were playing cards, my brother introduced him to us.
Just his first appearance my red flag started waving. He had those eyes that kind of look right though you, his WHOLE PERSONA was wrong, I said nothing while being introduced, just raised my brows nodding. Maybe that’s what made him sit next to me.
But now let me tell you how safe I felt asking him Anything I wanted. 🤣 My MOTHER was at the table, she’s the one wanting to play cards…one wrong move from the guy towards me, my HERO MOM would’ve been on top of the guy. Bahahaha he would not have stood a chance, let alone the siblings’ attending the card game, the guy would have been toast. ☺️ some of my siblings LOVE starting a good fight. <>>>I hate any kind of violence what so ever. As the matter of fact I can not help myself but to stop it.<>>>? Don’t ask.
Anyway just his eyes and his persona and the safety I had all around me, caused me to react to this person in my mother’s home and with my brother’s.
Question 1. How’d you meet my brothers? The bar. 2. Oh, you live in Finch? No. I’m from out of town. 3. What, Chrysler, Berwick, Moosecreek, whatever else is around here? I came from TORONTO. 4. Toronto, what made you come all the way down here? I just needed some place to go.
Yeah now here we go…my siblings are now laughing, him too, asking me why am I asking him all these questions? Just play cards man and have fun. But question 5 had to be said my me. I didn’t give a shit, the guy was causing my skin to radiate or something? I had to ask…oh bother…are you a killer! I laughed loud! Everyone laughed even him, but he looked at me in silence for seconds first then said YES. Odd how my siblings found it all so funny telling me to stop teasing the guy like it was all a big joke. But inside I knew, and he looked at me from time to time like he knew I knew.
It was not long after that people were being robbed & killed around our little town. Then one day as I coming home from the bus stop and my children were just home from school, a strange car pulled into my driveway? Of course l started to run just in case it was someone I knew not wanting them to leave, but the closer I got, look who it was, that guy! My gut started eating me up inside but I had no time for that shit. My children.
I was probably 60 feet from him in my driveway and I started yelling with everything in me. What the hell are you doing here! Don’t get the shit out of that car! Does my brother know you’re here? How do you even know where I live?
He saw my EYES and maybe something else, he did not get out of the car, he only said, “I’m looking for Billy. He said to meet him here.” That was two wheel-barrels full of crap! My brother never comes to my home, we always see each other at moms’ house.
Shit wouldn’t you know it…me and my loudness brought my girls out. How did I know? I followed his eyes, prompting me to growl…GET THE JESUS OUT OF HERE NOW! I dropped my bags killing him with my, eyes, then I growled, I’m calling Billy right now. He left right away and I went in. Yes I called my brother. A month later he was in prison.
Lol nothing to do with me. Another elderly couple were stripped naked, tied up and left for dead in the dead of winter with the door wide opened just like the old man from outside the Finch area.
I don’t dare say his name, I have this Phobia lol. My brother is not Billy 🤷♀️ but I needed a name. So…What do you look like?
An Extremely True Story
The End
Oh wait a minute…something tells me I always get these prompts wrong or wonder way off track. But when you look at me with your eyes, your face and eyes…
WHAT COUNTRIES DO YOU WANT TO VISIT
WHAT COUNTRIES DO YOU WANT TO VISIT
Hmm, to visit others countries? Yeah I don’t want to visit other countries. Quite honestly I don’t want to visit any other country, I have this safety feature going on in my head all the time<>so boring, I don’t even think about leaving my country, to busy living life and having fun.
When I was very young I thought about seeing the PYRAMIDS due to the fact that I have a great fascination with rocks. I can’t even walk down the sidewalk without searching the ground for some tiny shiny pebble, stone, rock or bolder!
When I was a kid, I had this urge to go to AFRICA just to see the people-the way they dress with markings on their faces and to watch them dance in circles, or lines using spears to show their kill of the day and now everyone could eat. But then . . .But then they eat people!>>>I said I was very young. Still, my desires faded away leaving me happy to see them on the television and safe from wild animal attacks.
I once has this thrill to go to BETHLEHEM or JERUSALEM, ISRAEL even, just for the way they lived and the bible days seemed quite interesting, the land of sand. But I was young and had strange beliefs of being closer to GOD. Then I found out God is everywhere and I need not leave.
INDIA, PAKISTAN, AFGHANISTAN-beautiful scenery, mountains, wow mountains. As a child I loved to climb, as a child I would have climbed as high as possible.
The world is full of amazing countries, but I would of had to of been born in them to be there. To visit a country now, to me, is dangerous. People are just to angry all the time now, and when people get angry innocent people get hurt or killed. Of course, this is all due to the fact that our countries are run by Tyrants, wanting. Leaving me, a STATISTICAL RETARD, always expecting to worst.
With my luck I will go and get eaten by a shark, or held ransom and we have no dollars, or suspected of being a spy or killed by a spider bite way down under-AUSTRALLIA you know or trampled by 80 wild kangaroos running from something bigger or just to get to the stream before all the water is gone.
I know, I know, I’m foolish. But when you hear, and you read, and you see on the NEWS all this disturbing dangers of the world . . .Then hit with covid, I have no wanting’s to visit any countries but on the Television, where they show you ONLY THE BEAUTIES of lands across the seas and oceans.
So this- what countries do you want to visit-is not a fun question to ask me, for you readers-who I love so much for reading and liking my stuff, I humbly APPRECIATE and thank-you greatly with honor and respect.
THE END
Shit, I won’t even go to FLORDIA, they have crocodiles! Freaking Garden Pests.
THE FLASK DRINKERS
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.
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