It’s Christmas Eve!

For those of you who celebrate…Have a wonderful day!
For those of you who don’t….Have an equally wonderful day!

©2020 CBialczak Christmas


Today I was looking at blogs that had a lot of puppies and dogs. It made me really remember how wonderful my little guy is.

He is my protector and watches over me all day and night. When I lost my husband he stayed with me constantly to make sure I was okay. When I lost my son, he never left my sight. To this day, whether I am happy and laughing, sad and crying, or just plain busy, Brody is next to me, staring at me, making sure I am okay!

The next video is sort of loud at the beginning because of my crinkling of the bag but the highlight is how cute Brody is enjoying his carrots. He really does think they are “lip-smackin’ good”!

Finally, this is my guy just keeping an eye on things.

Brody will be six years old in March. It’s funny. I have always had big dogs, so this little guy is a pip-squeak next to them. All 49 pounds of him! He is my little lap dog!

©2020 CBialczak

What do you see?

It has been a few weeks since I have done What do you see? Thanks Sadje for hosting!

We knew mom had gotten into the apartment the minute we saw our mural. All the work we had done, now covered by her image and her famous saying. Did she ever want us to grow up or move on? Billy and I decided after we graduated college that it was time to find our own place. Being twins didn’t mean we had to live together, it was just how life went. Mom was a wreck though. She cried about losing her boys and what would we do if we needed her? Would we have time to make good meals and clean up after ourselves? When it came down to it she wanted her twins to remain toddlers, listening to their mommy with awe and fascination again. Poor mom, she must be really upset to come paint herself on our wall!

©2020 CBialczak Flash Fiction

Strange but True

Jim has a good idea here…think of role playing. Would you be the cow or the doctor? Lol! Thanks for the contribution!

A Unique Title For Me

Every time she ate, it was like she was chewing her cud and eventually her rumination got on my nerves.  I was the dietitian who was hired to treat her Rumination Disorder.  Everything that she put in her mouth seemed to need another cycle of chewing.  Her significant weight loss brought her into the hospital where she was treated for malnutrition, and I administered a high-calorie tube feeding formula, which seemed to help.  I realized that her condition was much more serious when I heard her making mooing noises.  This is a rather uncommon condition, but King Nebuchadnezzar was driven into the fields and he ate grass for seven years after he was humbled by God for boasting about his achievements.  People can suffer from a psychological disorder called Boanthropy that makes them believe that they are a cow.  They try to live their life as a cow.

Written for Stine…

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Simply Six Minutes: Look Before You Leap (or Whatever)

John has a good way of looking at different peoples’ perspectives! Thank you for the contribution!

The Sound of One Hand Typing

We hear all kinds of stories about people who enjoy dressing up like and pretending to be something they aren’t: anime characters, characters from cartoons (Velma from Scooby-Do, Where Are You? seems to be very popular) and movies (Star Wars seems to be a popular one), animals, persons of the opposite sex, persons from a different period of time (thinking Renaissance Faires) or from a different country (Highland games, with pipe-and-drum competitions, Highland dancing, and Scottish heavy events such as the caber toss, all of which are done in Highland attire), infants, and probably pieces of furniture, for all I know.

I really don’t see the harm in it, which isn’t to say that I necessarily want to participate in those activities (I did have fun playing the bagpipes with the Invermich Gaelic Society Pipes And Drums for several years, which involved wearing a kilt and sporran, and no…

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Simply 6 Minutes – Strange, but true

Trish has a real eye opening reflection here! Thanks for the contribution!


We are human beings, not human doings. A friend said this to me many years ago. I was bemoaning the fact that I was more of an observer, less of a participant.

We all have a part to play, it takes all types.

Some are exalted and fly high above the rest, draped in fine metals and materials, imbibing only the finest ingredients.

The rest of us struggle along, day by trundling day. Middling awareness, most of us, finding joy where we can.

Some drag knuckles even lower still, oblivious to what they’re missing, because the struggle is real, and the prize is survival.

No time to play. Nor luxury to observe. Human beings in a very real sense

ABOUT Simply 6 Minutes

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
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