The Liars Club

Like Fandango, I’m already breaking my own rules and playing a game instead of writing, aka lying. Blame Rory and his Daily Fun Three.

Name Three…

Three of your childhood books?

– Arty The Smarty, The Velveteen Rabbit, Little House on the Prairie

Three of your best memories?

– the themed parties I did for my kids ~ forex… one Barbie/pink, one Halloween/pirates, and one backwards birthday (probably the most fun ever)

Things that are yellow and triangular?

– a slice of lemon meringue pie and a lemon square cut on the diagonal which is now two triangles if you know math which I do so that’s three right there boom 💥

Wishes you would like to be granted if you had a magic genie lamp?

– instant and complete elimination of all weapons that cause mass death and our ability to make more of same, eliminate pollution everywhere, fix my fucking heater since my landlord is ignoring my text 😡

Beautiful places you have ever visited?

– Zion National Park, the Grand Canyon, Monterey, CA

Things you fall back on to make you feel better when having a bad day?

– sugar, rage, resolve

Things that best describe your family?

– smart, successful, funny (daughters & sons-in-law)

Of your favourite blogs?

– Fandango, The Haunted Wordsmith, Msjadeli (also all others, bloggers or not, who comment here regularly… much ❤️)

Things you would choose if you had ten minutes in your favourite store if you didn’t have to pay for them?

– three fucking heaters

Dishes you can cook in less than 15 minutes and ready to eat direct from serve?

– I don’t understand this question

Pet peeves?

– passive aggression, vehicles with obnoxious blindingly bright headlights, BMWs in general

Bird species beginning with the name G?

– gnu, goose, green parrot 🦜

Of your most favourite letters from the alphabet?

– XYZ

Of the most boring things you have ever done?

– tried to read Ulysses, played Encore with geniuses, driven from Irvine to LA on a Friday night omg

Questions you would ask of your pet if you could?

– why are you so yowly, why don’t you bury your p00ps so our enemies won’t find us, why can’t you let me smoosh you when I’m cold???

Of your favourite cartoons from now or when younger?

– the Pink Panther, Rocky, Bullwinkle

Of the emoticons you use the most when writing or in social media or comments?

– ❤️😀😂

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A word with the chef, if you please…

I would like to order off the menu some reasonable seasonal weather.

A lovely green spring for starters, with bunnies and chickies, some daisies and daffies, but no pollen, no sneezies, no itchies, no rashes. 🌷

Followed by summer: sunbright and surging, full of fun things, but hold the mad fling, I’ve grown quite allergic. ☀️

I’ll take a spiced fall, with just a dollop of crazy, no exes at all, and please throw in a Valium, you’ve met my friends, okay, make it ten.🐿

Just put winter in a box, completely to go; don’t bring that shit here cuz it’s too stressful and cold… no, not even with brandy, your best in the house, get away from me now, did you hear me ~ GET OUT!!! 🥶🥶🥶

~*~

Prompt provided by Patricia

One-Liner Wednesday: Cats

Cats 🐱 are perfection. If there is a Supreme Designer, she really outdid herself with felines, small ones especially. Such efficient little killing and grooming and reproducing machines. All while remaining preternaturally adorable, of course. Well, to me. I’m sure your average sparrow has a different opinion.

Cats have hit the news a bit lately. There’s been some buzz about their tongues and how the “bristles” are optimally formed for wicking up saliva to cool kitty during grooming. Also, the bristles get down to the skin and grab dirt and other nasties away from kitty proper. Fascinating stuff.

I guess there are big huge fish and eensy weensy ones too, but for whatever reason I find it so much more interesting that tigers 🐯 exist and also little baby kittays.

~*~

Prompt via Linda

Quote from Goodreads

QoQ ~ Saturday Night Special

The daily questions from Queen Teresa…

1. What do you put in your sandwich?

– PB&J usually.

2. Sunrises, midday sun, or sunsets?

– Love a pastel sunrise (but also vivid sunsets). Can do without the blasting midday glare.

3. You have 24 hours left to live – how do you spend it?

– Wishing I hadn’t agreed to play thermonuclear war…

4. Do you believe in good luck and/or good luck charms?

– No, but even so there are numbers I prefer.

5. What is your favorite soup?

– Meh, not a soup person except when I’m sick, then the classic chicken noodle.

6. What is the best thing to do in each season?

– Avoid migraine triggers.

7. Have you ever played a sport?

– I liked tennis, ping-pong, and badminton and was okay at each, but it’s not okay to be okay at anything… you must practice like a maniac to get on a team and win win win, else your like is not legit. The tennis coach wouldn’t let me on the tennis team because he said my hands were too thin.

8. What is the most exotic animal you have ever touched?

– Snakes 🐍 probably. I took care of our lab boa in biology. When his head was away from the cage door, I’d open it and pet him. Obviously the teacher would have been mad if he had known.

9. If you lived in the Matrix, what skill would you want to instantly learn?

– Invisibility.

10. What is one blog that you think everyone should read/visit?

– Mine!

11. What is one song that best describes your day so far?

– Year of the Cat.

Prophetic Graffiti [flash 99]

She wrote at night, streaking the wall with crimson paint and demonic black scrawls. Swirls and waves and death and pain. The moon provided a teaspoon of resentful light. In the morning, the townsfolk chased her away, ignoring the warnings she’d painted. Crazy witch, they muttered. Birds screamed off into the pale sun and rodents scurried for high ground. Horses refused their feed. Late that afternoon it came, with a shrieking wind and a sudden crack. Then there was water. So much water. It covered the town and the wall and the warning. A raven circled overhead for days.

~*~

Prompt and pic via the Carrot Ranch

Daily Fun Three

From Rory and the Pimpin’ Imp:

Name Three …

Things you can find in a garbage/rubbish/trash can beginning with the letter D?

– diapers, dental floss, dog food cans

Things that can be found floating on the wind?

– dust, leaves, butterflies 🦋

Things in a river that are not fish?

– Running Bear, Little White Dove, currents

https://youtu.be/VQ3XUM9gUG4

Things found around the house beginning with the letter E?

– etchings, ectoplasm, exes in various states of decomposition

Animals that don’t have the letter E in their name?

– aardvark, octopus, inchworm

Bands/Groups that have three [3] in their name [not a song]?

– 3 Doors Down, 3 Dog Night, 3 Stooges

Holidays/Vacations that only involve visiting ruins?

– Rome, Greece, Trump White House

Things that can seriously ruin your day?

– nuclear war, fleas, perfume

Roman Gods?

– Tony, his cousin Tony, his other cousin Tony

Animals that lay eggs? [Monotremes ]

– birds, fish, snakes 🐍

Three letters in the alphabet that don’t sound the same as the other letters?

– H, Q, W

Gemstones that start with the letter T?

– topaz, tourmaline, tiny diamonds

Cocktails that begin with the letter M?

– Manhattan, mojito, mimosa

Hobbies that are no longer as popular as they were twenty years ago?

– prepping for Y2K, collecting beanie babies, bashing Hillary Clinton… j/k people never get tired of that apparently 🙄🙄🙄

Feeeeeeeelings…

Cue Barry Manilow. I don’t trust feelings and here’s a nice quote from Goodreads for One-Liner Wednesday to sum up why:

In my otter poast today I said I wasn’t a fan of the feelings blurt. I don’t need the brutal truth about your feelings at all times… they’ll probably change anyway. Mine do, especially the most intense ones. Not all of them ~ I always love my children more than anything ~ but I often get angry and that passes. I know not to burst out at folks in the heat of rage. Also, I prefer not getting shot.

Back when I was on dating sites (barf), it had become trendy for men not merely to list “honesty” as one of their traits but to preface it with some adjective such as fierce or fearless or bold. 🙄🙄🙄 Yeah, that’s what I want, some tactless warrior to tell me when I look like crap.

But think about all the declarations of love and passion and forever everness that have been uttered by so many over the centuries only to fade away and die when one of them falls for someone new. Just transitory feelings, not to be trusted… give me some math. Numbers, data, facts. Those I like. Your feelings? Pffft. Clouds in a windy sky.

The Sentinel [280 char]

The earth rang

From the shores of Mayotte

To the peaks of Chile;

Waves rippled and buzzed,

Traversing the oceans,

Vibrating the plates–

We missed this call.

He didn’t though:

Lupine ears on alert,

Paws stilled in snow.

The moment passed;

He resumed his patrol,

On guard, alone.

~*~

Via Twittering Tales #113 and inspired by this article in National Geographic.

30-Day Song Challenge [2]

I lumped the first two days together and now I see that lots of the consecutive days have themes that go together (for me). Days 3 and 4 definitely do, so I’m doing them here in this poast.

A song that reminds me of summertime is the Motels “Suddenly Last Summer.”

(Note: I knew this was an old movie with Elizabeth Taylor, but I’ve never seen it. Out of curiosity, I just went and read the Wiki summary. Whoa. Btw, if you use Wikipedia frequently, as I do, kick in a few bucks during their pledge drive. I did.)

https://youtu.be/b9Ox-lGm-wA

Generally, I don’t mind being reminded of heartbreak because I harvest all that kind of stuff for my writing. In fact, I was in a bit of a lull until my last painful experience, which was so bad I’m now good to go for the rest of my life on it, like those turkey leftovers that just won’t quit. It helped me reignite all the past heartbreaks too, so now I have a huge pile of feelings to draw from and don’t need any further meatspace experiences (eesh).

That said, there is someone I would rather forget, and there’s a Motels song to remind me of this.

https://youtu.be/Ooi8Cnb1fx0

Good Exercise [flash 187]

Leanne put her picnic basket on the backseat and then settled herself into the front. As she buckled her seatbelt, she said, “Thanks for the invite, Marcie. It’s such a perfect summer day.”

“After the snow storms that kept us inside all last winter and spring, I thought we should do something outdoors.” Marcie turned on the radio to a soft jazz station.

“What’s Edwin up to today?” Leanne asked.

Marcie stomped on the gas. “He said he wants to leave me, Leanne. Just walk out on all we built together.”

“Oh no!” Leanne touched her arm. “Maybe it’s just cabin fever. All that dismal cold. I’m sure he’ll soon remember his love for you and the strings that bind.”

Marcie shook her head. “I’ve already lost him. But I had the last laugh. I always do. I have a surprise in the trunk. Did you see the shovels in the back?”

“Shovels?” Leanne repeated.

“After we have our picnic, we’re going to get some exercise in the fresh air!” Marcie gripped the steering wheel tightly as she zoomed down the road. “It’ll be good for us!”

~*~

Photo prompt via The Haunted Wordsmith.