Great photo challenge!!!! https://travelwithintent.com/2022/04/10/found/
Here is my entry for Debbie’s, Travel With Intent blog, One Word Sunday Challenge. I just couldn’t decide which one to use!
One Word Sunday Challenge – Found
Day: April 10, 2022
Weekend Quickie
Rory has me intrigued with this Weekend Quickie. To join in check it out here: https://aguycalledbloke.blog/2022/04/09/weekend-quickie-9/
| Asking You April 2022 Weekend Quickie |
| 10 Questions for you to answer as you so see fit! |
| Name one sport that is already dangerous but would be lethal if you were naked? Maybe Ice Hockey? There are so many that could go bad… |
| If l had three bananas in my right pocket and 17 grapes in my left pocket what would l have in my back pocket? Nothing, your pants would be too damn tight! |
| How many animals were aboard Noah’s Ark? Probably at least 100, but that isn’t counting how many got off…By then there were babies…you know stuck on a ship for all that time. Gestation is faster with some animals. |
| What is the second largest organ in your body and could you live without it? I think that would be your liver and no. |
| What is the most reckless thing you have ever done as an adult? probably driving under the influence…I play it pretty safe. |
| I came, l saw and l didn’t …. [what?] know what the hell was going on! |
| What are 5 ways to keep warm when lost outside in a snowstorm with a stranger? get naked and snuggle, get naked, snuggle, snuggle and get naked, and stay out of the wind. |
| How does your mind work – what am l talking about if these words are used – Melons, Jugs, bubbles and orbs? Fruit, ceramic bottles of water, kids bubble wand creations, and lights that signify a spirit. |
| Which language are these words and terms from? – ankle biter, strewth, bludger, sunnies barbie, nuddy, furphy and woop woop? I would say Old English. |
| Do you prefer to ring my bell, push the button, knock on wood or walk on by and why did you select your choice? Either ring your bell or walk on by…If I’m there I might as well say hello but if I’m there and don’t feel up to it I do nothing and keep walking. |
| Bonus Question Who said, “It’s just a flesh wound?” And who were they talking to? no idea, no guesses either. |
E.M.’s Sunday Ramble Prompt #19
To join in click here: https://emkingston.wordpress.com/category/sunday-ramble-prompt/
This week’s topic is:
“High School Days“.
Here are the questions:
- What is one thing you remember about your first day of high school? Sadly, I have absolutely no recollection of starting high school. I can recall many things but not as much as I would like. I suppose some of it was that my mother had cancer when I was around that age, so maybe that clouds many memories. If I really sit and think about it, obviously more memories appear.
- Did you participate in extracurricular activities or sports in high school? I played Field Hockey and one year did make-up for the school play, Man of La Mancha. I tried track a bunch of times. I was in the band so we had a lot of outside practice for that, especially when parades and concerts were coming up. We used to have a half-time show for the weekly football game. The marching band did a full show. At the time we all hated it and loved it at the same time. Some of those games were cold though! Especially the ones around Thanksgiving!
- Was Freshman hazing or initiations at trend at your high school? Not that I knew of.
- Did you attend your Senior Prom? If so, do you remember the theme? I don’t recall any proms having themes. Maybe on comes to mind, Under the Sea, but I may be making that up in my own head. I do remember the Senior Prom! My mom had a pre-Prom party for the whole grade. Everyone was invited with their dates and the parents could come and take pictures. She had made tons of food and I remember going in the backyard and front yard for pictures. I remember limos lining the street! I also remember my date, God rest his soul. Alex…I broke up with Ken, my boyfriend, about a week or two before the Prom. Alex didn’t have a date so we decided to go together. Well, when almost all the limos left my house that night, Alex still hadn’t gotten there. I was the hostess for God’s sake! Next thing I know I see him stumbling down our road toward our house, wasted off his gourd. I was so upset. That night he ended up spending the whole time with a girl in our “group” and I ended up getting back together with Ken. So many mistakes were made then…Lol! My mom had made my prom dress for me that year. Picture below…
- Is there a favorite memory from your high school days? I have a lot of great memories from High School. More than from college. I remember climbing into Gretta’s giant station wagon, Me, Gretta, and Amy all in the big front seat. I also remember Dan, God rest his soul, picking me up at my house in his tiny toyota truck. It would be him, Amy, Gretta (I believe), and another boy…The five of us would jam into the little tiny truck, waving goodbye to my mom! We were usually on our way to buy beer, under-aged of course at that time. I remember being in the band with Kristen P and Kristin B! Band trips, parades, half-time shows….Wow, if I keep going I could do this all night………..
Day Ten: Na/GloPoWriMo 2022
To join in click here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-10/
Today’s (optional) prompt is pretty simple – a love poem! If you’re having trouble getting into the right mood for a love poem, maybe you’ll find inspiration in one of my favorites, June Jordan’s “Poem for Haruko.”
True Love
When you find love
Let it in
Letting go
Is like a sin
For when its there
Its meant to stay
If love is true
It won’t go away
But sometime we
Don’t know best
We let our heads
Rule the rest
And then we find
We can’t go back
Losing love
Fall of the track
But in the end
We know what’s right
Our hearts are true
It’s worth the fight.Â
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #548
Brenda Warren is our hostess for the Sunday Whirl. You can join in here
Our words are
sliver, breath, sent, plans, hours, minutes, chime, drive, write, light, crime, match
Plans
I hold my breath
As I write this song
Minutes pass
It’s not that long
I drive through cities
Where crime does live
Wondering who
The blame I give
A sliver moon
Is in the sky
The hours tick
Time passing by
I light a match
To check my plan
Who sent me here?
Who is that man?
The clock will chime
The night goes on
I must go home
The job is done
Sunday Poser
Sadje is our hostess for the Sunday Poser question This week her question is:
How quick are you in admitting your mistakes?
I will definitely admit to my mistakes as soon as I make them. I have found myself wanting to think up ways to justify the mistake or make it lesser than maybe it is, but in the end just saying “I made a mistake” is so much easier than coming up with some story to enrich it.
A perfect example is the other night. I was cleaning the pool and because there is a small leak somewhere, we constantly have to fill it a little. After skimming the junk off the top I turned off the water and went inside. I thought I turned off the water. About an hour later I was in the bathroom washing my small paint brush and I heard what sounded like the hose running. Yup, you guessed it! I must have turned it on higher instead of off because the pool was almost overflowing! Woops.
Now, that isn’t a perfect example as it didn’t really affect anyone or anything like that but it is so much easier to say “I almost overflowed the pool because I didn’t turn the water off correctly” than to go on about how I thought it was off but maybe it wasn’t, I didn’t hear the water running, I never make mistakes like that…etc.
Additionally, I would rather say that I made a mistake than for someone to “figure out” it was me! That seems too sketchy and I hate liars….just saying.
Song Lyric Sunday
This week the theme is songs that mention Army, Soldier, War suggested by Di of pensitivity101.
Jim is the host of Song Lyric Sunday and you must check this out if you are a music fan. Jim knows a lot about all of the musicians he introduces us to. Check it out here: https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2022/04/09/war-crimes/
I guess this song isn’t necessarily following the “rules” of todays topic but it came to mind the minute I saw the theme. My experience with children, especially those who have been abused, has me feeling like child abuse is a war that is constantly being fought. So, for today my contribution is from 10,000 Maniacs. This is one of my all time favorite songs. If everyone knew the stories of the kids I alone have worked with you all would have nightmares forever. The stories are true and it is so very sad…
Songwriters: Natalie Merchant / Robert Buck
“What’s The Matter Here?” https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/10000maniacs/whatsthematterhere.html
That young boy without a name anywhere I’d know his face.
In this city the kid’s my favorite.
I’ve seen him. I see him every day.
Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father,
the kid half naked and said to myself “O, what’s the matter here?”
I’m tired of the excuses everybody uses, he’s their kid I stay out of it,
but who gave you the right to do this?
We live on Morgan Street;
just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her,
but her screams and cussing, I hear them every day.
Threats like: “If you don’t mind I will beat on your behind,”
“Slap you, slap you silly.”
made me say, “O, what’s the matter here?”
I’m tired of the excuses everybody uses, he’s your kid, do as you see fit,
but get this through that I don’t approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood.
“If you don’t sit on this chair straight
I’ll take this belt from around my waist and don’t you think that I won’t use it!”
Answer me and take your time,
what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age?
If I’m the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear.
Oh these cold and lowly things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you
and instead of love and the feel of warmth you’ve given him these cuts and sores don’t heal with time or with age.
And I want to say “What’s the Matter here?”
But I don’t dare say.
Stine Writing 
