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Today I read about a Punk who worked in the Pentagon that ran an illegal dog fighting ring.
This scumm sucking jerk executed the losing dogs with jumper cables.
So if he loses his court case, do we get to whip out those same jumper cables and do what he did to
those dogs?
I mean in this B@#$!! world, THAT is a perfectly acceptbable punishment for losers.
I stuggle every year to create Christmas stories and posts- this is one I did for Christmas 2022
If you go down in the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today
You'd better go in disguise!
For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain
Because today's the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic
Beneath the trees where nobody sees
They'll hide and seek as long as they please
'Cause that's the way the Teddy Bears have their picnic
Inspired by a writing prompt:
Soul Food Cafe Project: Chocolate Box- Echoes of Childhood
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AI Artwork- creator unknown[/caption]When I was a little girl
I wasn't afraid of the dark, I wasn't afraid of ghosts, I wasn't afraid to go down
into our basement with the sketchy door that would slam shut and was impossible to
open from the inside so the only way out was to crawl up the shelves under a window
that was clotted with dust and cobwebs and from there I was still small enough to
climb out and if you think I was relieved I wasn't.
I felt triumphant.
I never conquered our attic though. Attics creep me out. They still do.
My family were a practical bunch and after someone passed away the really didn't visit
those graves after the funeral until someone else died and we would take flowers for
our family and friends who resting at the same graveyard- you know, so nobody felt
left out.
Sometimes we stood around and shared a few memories and then we'd leave our
flowers and then we would go home and spend the rest of the evening telling ghost
stories.
I looked forward to those trips to the graveyards because I knew I was going to hear
some great scary stories at the end of the night and I was convinced, and I still am that
those stories I heard after the Cemetery trips were true.
When I was a kid, one of my Great Grandmothers used to give me a diary every
Christmas. She would also give me a book- one year she gave me the Little Prince,
another year she gave me Black Beauty. I was always flattered that she did this
because I wasn't as close to her as I was to my other Great Grandmother, who we
called Nan. So looking back on that, I am touched because this Great Grandmother had
about a million and half Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren.
I think she is the reason I always had a notebook, a pen and a book to read on me at all
times.
I was off to a good start when it came to being adventurous and creative
and as I got older and lost confidence in myself, all of these little lessons, these rituals
got left behind with my plush Snoopy Dog that had the metal rod in his neck and nearly
took my eye out with it when I was a about 9 years old because I had started to use
Snoopy as a pillow and one night the rod broke through his neck- he bit me.
After I patched Snoopy up I put him back up on my
bookshelf and never mentioned our mishap to my Mom because I was afraid she'd make me
throw him away.
When she asked me what happened to the corner of my eye, I said it was a mosquito
bite.
No. Of course she didn't believe me.
She is still asking me about that puncture wound and I haven't changed my story.
When I was a kid I wasn't afraid of ghosts, I knew how escape from scary situations and
I used to love it when I had the chance to go on an adventure without a map.
I'm thinking that it would be great to do these things again.
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