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FPQ31: Highlight

Fandango provocatively asks…

“What do consider to be the highlight of your life so far? Do you think it’s something that you might be able to exceed in the future?”

At the risk of sounding sappy, I’m gonna say the highlight of my life has been raising two great daughters. Now, to be clear, I’m not saying the highlight is “being a mom.” In all honesty, there was a lot about being a mom, especially to babies, that annoyed me. I don’t like noise or mess, and I don’t have a huge amount of patience. I’m not one of those women who gets all goopy over every baby and their silly antics (though my granddaughter is the cutest, just saying).

No. What I’m saying is I hung in there and did all the right things for them as best I could, despite being sometimes annoyed and imperfect… like my other post says, I fought for them because I loved them more than anything. I struggled to be better for them and to make sure I gave them all I could to be the best they could be. And they are wonderful people, if I do say so myself. They’re smart and resourceful and kind and loving. They’ve both chosen great guys for husbands too.

I’m so proud of both of them! And I do take some credit for how they turned out, though they worked pretty damn hard themselves.

Could I exceed this achievement of raising two sweet little girls into wonderful adults by… what? Writing a best-selling book? Meeting some man to love this late in the game? Solving some pesky riddle? I can’t even imagine. I’d have to say no.

The Last Firewall

She’d dreamt this moment

Into being, and behold!

His fearsome form appeared

Like an emerald angel,

Launched from the stars.

No angel he, but a vengeful beast,

Intent on destruction, far and wide.

That’s why she’d been hidden here,

Behind the last firewall,

Safe from the dragon’s ire.

They’d built an asbestos tower

To keep her from her prince,

Yet here he was, anger flowing

In molten streams of red and gold,

But accomplishing nothing.

She waited, wondering…

What would be his strategy?

Surely he would rescue her,

Not fail, after coming this far.

But he drank from the moat

Of Hypnos and lay down to sleep.

She cried bitter tears

That turned into a river of ice;

If only he’d known

He could have whispered her name

And the gate

Would have opened.

Sunday Morning Cat

Hi, it’s me Gatsby. Mommy is busy, so she said I have to answer these questions from Fandango even though I was taking a nap in the closet.

1. Do you like blue cheese? 

Sure, give me a chunk and I’ll bat it under the fridge.

2. Coke or Pepsi? 

No thanks. Water is my bev. πŸ’¦

3. Do you own a gun? 

My claws and teeth are enough. 😺

4. What flavor of Kool-aid? 

Gross!

5. Hot dogs? 

Dogs are dumb, whether hot or cold. 🐢

6. Favorite TV show? 

I prefer silence so I can hear any bug that needs killing. πŸ•·

7. Do you believe in ghosts? 

Of course. I usually chat with them around 2AM. πŸ‘»

8. What do you drink in the morning?

Water. πŸ’¦

9. Can you do a push-up? A single push up?

I can do lots of push-ups and all sorts of athletic maneuvers. I’m in great shape!

10. Favorite Jewelry? 

All of it. Leave it out at your peril. 😺

11. Favorite Hobby? 

Napping. πŸ’€

12. Do you have ADD? 

Well, I can stay very focused on one spot for a very long time unless… BUG! String! Someone touched my tail!

13. Do you wear glasses? 

No, but I’m happy to take yours. 😎

14. Favorite cartoon character? 

Felix the Cat.

15. Three things you did today?

Ate a crunchy, snuggled with Mommy, went back to sleep. πŸ’€

16. Three drinks you drink regularly? 

Water x 3. πŸ’¦

17. Current movies? 

Mommy saw Yesterday yesterday and loved it. 🎢

18. Do you believe in magic? 

Kitties are magical! πŸ’–

19. Favorite place to be? 

At home.

20. How did you ring in the New Year?

Probably napping. πŸ’€

21. Travel? Where would you go? 

I don’t like to go anywhere and neither does Mommy.

22. Name five people who will most likely read this? 

Mommy, Fandango, Keera, Sadje, Jim.

23. Favorite movie? 

Silent ones.

24. Favorite color?

I don’t see colors.

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?

They don’t sound cozy, but I could claw them up, which would be fun. 😺

26. Can you whistle? 

No, but I can howl like a wolf. 🐺

27. Where are you now?

Home.

29. Favorite food? 

Chicken crunchies.

30. Least favorite chore? 

I beg your pardon. πŸ‘‘

31. Best job you can think of? 

Napping. Killing bugs. Yelling at birds who dare come near my window.

32. What’s in your pockets? 

You mean the big pocket under the sofa? Pens that Rawry sent. Chapstick. Empty toilet paper holders. My fluffy toys.

33. Last thing that made you laugh? 

I’m happy when Mommy plays with me.

34. Favorite animal? 

Mommy. πŸ’–

35. What’s your most recent injury? 

Mommy keeps me safe, so I never have any.

36. How many TV’s are in your house? 

One.

37. Worst pain ever? 

When my food bowl was 3/4 empty. 😱

38. Do you like to dance? 

Sure! I have mad moves to my own music.

39. Are your parents still alive?

I don’t know.

40. Do you enjoy camping? 

I’m not allowed in the grass. πŸ™„

Song Lyric Sunday ~ When

Jim has some question words this week and I chose when… “When Will I Be Loved?” That’s a good question. Maybe there will be an answer. Hah. This song was written by Phil Everly in 1960 for The Fabulous Style of the Everly Brothers. Many have covered it, and I like the Linda Ronstadt version, so that’s the link I’m grabbing for the video. Here are the lyrics.

I’ve been cheated, been mistreated
When will I be loved

I’ve been put down, I’ve been pushed ’round
When will I be loved

When I find a new man that I want for mine
Always breaks my heart in two, it happens every time

I’ve been made blue, I’ve been lied to
When will I be loved

When I find a new man that I want for mine
Always breaks my heart in two, it happens every time

I’ve been cheated, been mistreated
When will I be loved
When will I be loved
Tell me when will I be loved

~*~

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Tunnel Music [flash 250]

She crouched in the tunnel, wedged behind a concrete pillar. It was damp and cold back here, and she was hungry and tired. But this was the designated meeting place. It was imperative that she obtain that thumb drive and pass it along to her superior officer Agent K back at base.

She smiled at the thought of seeing Agent K again. He was so handsome! Suddenly she heard music, very faintly. Omg! She had been here so long she was hallucinating!

Cautiously, she straightened and moved away from the pillar, her silent movement sending a small puff of dust up from the dirty floor.

The music became louder. It sounded very familiar… an old-fashioned melody without words. Who was playing it? The opposition obviously… but where would he hide? She had been carefully watching this end of the tunnel and Agent R was at the other.

The shadows became a person: Agent R was walking toward her. “I have a surprise for you, Agent G,” she said, holding up her phone, from which the lilting music flowed.

“But… but… the mission!” Agent G sputtered in confusion. What was happening?

A man stepped out from the shadows behind Agent R. “Forgive the ruse, Agent G. There is no double agent to meet tonight.”

“Agent K!” She was so thrilled to see him. “What are you doing here?”

He got down on one knee in front of her. “I came here to propose to you. Please say yes, Agent G.”

Fourplay [socs]

Four used to be my lucky πŸ€ number when I was married because I had a husband and two daughters, which made a symmetrical family of four. But then I got divorced and naturally changed my lucky number to three, since we were now three amazing chicks 🐀🐀🐀 on our own and doing fine.

Before long however the girls found great guys to marry and now they have their own families. I can’t really say we’re a trio of chiclets these days, even if in my mind I think of us that way. It’s no longer a reality.

I do have my little soul-kitty Gatsby and we are a duo, can’t separate us, no sirree, so maybe my lucky number is two. Could very well be so. I’m always grateful for his warm comforting furry presence even if it comes with sharp claws and teeth cuz the best things in life do have a slight edge to them.

Don’t you agree? 🐱

One-Liner Wednesday

This is a great quote… for writing a novel or a play. Smoothness would be dull, amirite? Guy meets girl, they fall in love, and they live happily ever after. Booooring!

The problem is we have mistaken art for real life. We believe true love and passion must be infused with drama, arguments, and breakups to be “exciting” and “hot.” I actually had a man break up with me and then months later text me and ask me why I hadn’t chased after him. Wtfff? Chased after him… like he was a lost puppy? I’m sorry, but we’re all adults here. If you walk away, I’m not coming after you. And if I leave a guy, it’s not to get attention and be chased. It’s because I want to get away and be left alone.

I guess this is confusing to peeps. πŸ™„

Leave the drama to the writers!

~*~

One-Liner Wednesday

Waiting

I wait for the one who waited for me.

Darkness comes so early
The restless nights grow cold
My spirit sinks down weary
How bereft my tortured soul

I wait for the one who waited for me.

I know now he took no other
His true heart was mine alone
Still, the jealous monsters hovered
And the waves are washing home

I wait for the one who waited for me.

Our love floats on, a ghost
Like the eternal crashing sea
Sirens rage up and down the coast
As we all wait
For the one
Who waited
For
Me.

~*~

Carrot Ranch 99 Word Flash Fiction

Laura’s Music Challenge 18

Evening everyone. Still feeling the Dad’s Day vibe, so it’s nice to find Laura’s song challenge themed for the day. Play along with us! πŸ’•πŸŽΆπŸ™‚

1. Post a video of a song that makes you think about unconditional love.

Okay, now this may strike you as weird, but I’m choosing “Jackson” in honor of my parents. My mother loved Johnny Cash, and this song reminds me of how they bickered all the time, but yet loved each other and stayed together 50 years.

2. Post a video of a song that reminds you of your dad.

My dad loved the Doors, and he especially enjoyed “Light My Fire.”

3. Post a video of a song about being a good man.

Welp. There are many aspects to being a good person, which apply to everyone. Not gonna list all that now. But for a man, in the context of being with me (what else?), this song gets close to how I’ve imagined it might be, ideally. Two people who’ve been hurt and confused, learn how to love from each other and take cautious steps to create something new and lasting. This man is not an arrogant bully like so many, demanding this and that, dictating how Things Should Be, but is willing to roll with the newness of something that hasn’t existed before. To me, that’s a good man, someone I could trust to be kind and loving and supportive, and vice versa.

Happy Father’s Day! β€οΈ

Support(ive) is the best way to describe my relationship with my dad, before he faded from dementia. He was an encouraging, upbeat guy, with a salesman’s type of personality. He’d get angry, but it was gone in a flash, and he generally stayed within the range of mellow to happy. Though he had definite opinions about politics (card-carrying liberal from NYC), among other things, he’d bounce back after a discussion or debate, no hard feelings.

Daddy wasn’t a griller or a BBQ dude or any sort of handyman guy. Mom actually did all that stuff (RIP). Dad believed in going out to dinner. Mostly though he just read books and of course his beloved NYT. That’s what he’d be doing today, if he were still around and able. I’d likely bake some fudgy-wudgy brownies for him. Those were his favorite.

He was always up for a conversation with me. Always supportive of my endeavors. Always encouraging of my dreams and goals, though he would express his ideas if he thought I might be making a mistake. He was a good father and I was lucky to have him.

Dad and me, at his 80th birthday, 2010 (RIP).