Erasure

Erasure: Post 68 of 365 post prompts for 2014.

Today’s post asks us if we had the choice to erase one incident from our past, as though it never happened. What would we erase and why?

I wouldn’t. I can’t think of one thing that I would want to erase that wouldn’t change history without stuffing everything up. I like the way I am and if I was to change my history I would be changing myself and I have no way of knowing whether it would be for the better or not. We are all the product of our experiences. Sure I’ve had my share of pain, embarrassment and extreme unpleasantness that I wished hadn’t happened, but it all shaped me in some way. Finally after twenty seven years of life I like myself. Sure I’m not 100% happy with the way I look or my mental abilities – but these are things I can work on, and I am working on.

So no, I wouldn’t erase anything!

Ghostwriter

Ghostwriter: Post 67 of 365 post prompt 2014

Today’s post asks us: if we could have any Author living or dead write our biography, who would we choose.

Well that’s dead easy.dr-seuss-tee

Seriously what an awesome biography that would be.

She meant what she said and said what she meant.

Oh how wonderful Sarah’s life was spent.

She was born in the early morn.

………….and on and on it would go.

Just think about it people. And here now enjoy some classic Dr Seuss.

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And my all-time Dr Seuss favourite;

How did it get so late so soon?

Its night before its afternoon.

December is here before its June.

My goodness how the time has flewn.

How did it get so late so soon?

VIP

VIP: Post 65 of 365 Post Prompts for 2014.

Hey, only 300 more to go LOL!

Today’s post asks us who is the most important person in our lives and how would our day-to-day existence be different without them.

Well that’s an easy question for me = My Son.

Riley and Me

Life without my son would be; quieter, cheaper, I’d get to sleep in, I’d have privacy and time to myself. But I wouldn’t have as much love or as many smiles. There would be a hole in my soul, so large I couldn’t control and I think my existence would fade away.

Seven Days

Seven Days: Post 63 of 365 post prompts 2014

Today’s post asks us the question; You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and there is $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week.

WOO HOO!!! YES PLEASE!!!

I’d nick off with my son and hubby camping at one of our fave spots. Just the three of us self-sufficient in our 4wd and roof top tent. Probably up to Lostock for a let’s say three days, then maybe even Coffs Harbour for two more. So we’d get some bush camping then some beach.

After that I’d come back home and go all out the opposite and stay at a real fancy hotel/holiday spa up the Hunter Valley. Just me and the hubby for a day/night with a gigantic spa bath, in room massages, mani and pedi treatments etc.

Aww my feet ache just thinking about it. What I wouldn’t give for a pedicure and a foot massage right now. But alas nappies and baby formula (well anything for my son) take top spot in the purchases budget over my own little luxuries these days (as with every mother).

We keep trying to get away camping but something always comes up. Life has a bad habit of getting in the way.

Places

Places: Post 58 of 365 post prompts 2014 (M29)

Places: Today’s post asks us; Beach, Mountain, Forest, or somewhere else entirely?

The sweet delicious smell of white cedar trees fills the air and I see the beautiful trees everywhere with their delicate white, pink and purple flowers.

I’m standing out the front of my Grandparent’s onsite Caravan at Lostock Caravan Park, a place that fills a lot of my childhood memories.

There are beautiful green rolling hills all around me and I’m filled with a sense of love and happiness.

I can hear the rapids running, the cows mooing and life singing along.

As the day turns into night camp fires are lit and the air fills with another of my favourite smells.

I sit and warm myself. My soul is at peace. My soul is home.

Back to the future

Back to the future: Post 57 of 365 post prompts 2014 (M29)

A service has been invented through which you can send messages to people in the future. Today’s post asks us to whom would you send something, and what would you write.

If such a woman one day does exist, I would send to my Great great great Granddaughter. My son’s Child’s Child’s Child’s Daughter. I know how I find my family history fascinating and wish I could speak to my ancestors in some way to know them more personally. I would write her an account of my life story. I would write an account of all I know of my family’s history. I would also write her a summary of a year, the cost of bread, popular attractions and activities, important worldly and personal events etc.

I do intend to do these things and leave them with my son to pass on. I’ve already collected as much information as I can on my own and my husband’s families and I have compiled it in a “family tree book’’. I will endeavor soon to pick a year in which to write my summary on, possibly it will be 2014. And my life’s story, well I guess I should start writing it now and add to each year. I don’t know. I don’t feel I’m old enough yet to write a life’s story.

First Light

First Light- Post 56 of 365 writing post prompts 2014 (M29)

At the end of yesterday’s post prompt it asked us to place a note book by our bed that night and to jot down the first thing we thought of upon waking, whether coherent or not.

For today’s post we are asked to write a post based on that first thought.

I was actually awakened in the earlier hours of this morning by a rather strange dream. I had my pen and pad next to the bed so I jotted down a few things I could remember in case on falling back asleep I was to forget them.

I had this >>>>>

  • Mum & dads floor collapsing and hay all over the floor
  • A Plague of Lizards that when picked up turn into dinosaurs toys over running their house
  • Back at my house Plague of green tree frogs, very cute and impossible to catch by anyone other than Murray
  • At Work and cut off Red MG’s soft top

It was the part of the dream that took place at work that really startled me, it seemed so real. I lay there thinking to myself ‘whatever possessed you to damage that car’ then as I got agitated I had to remind myself it was only a dream. I got up went to the bathroom and then took my notes. I tried to shake the feeling of doom that the dream had laid over me as I climbed back into bed.

I lay awake for quite a while pondering the dream.

Visions of the floor under my feet collapsing and falling onto bales of hay – My parents don’t have bales of hay stored under their house so I’m not sure where that came from, but their bathroom floor did rot out from water damage and have to partly be replaced a few years back.

Visions of my mother and myself running around trying to catch lizards that when we touched them ‘POP’ turned into plastic toy dinosaurs – this does not surprise me, as my mind loves to throw me strange little visions like this.

Now the part with the green tree frogs was a little bit odd. Plague is not the right word as there wasn’t hundreds and hundreds of them like with the lizards, it was more like 15 to 30. They were hoping around the kitchen and a few of them hopped into Murray’s tank. Murray is our pet Snake, a Murray Darling Python. I without avail tried to catch the frogs but they would pass right through my hands. Murray was eating them! The odd part you ask. Murray Darling Pythons don’t eat frogs, they eat birds and rodents. You can keep snakes, frogs, lizards and the like in the same tanks. Cold blood doesn’t eat cold blood. They may attack each other for fear or dominance, but not eat them whole (you can prove me wrong here if you like, but that is my understanding). Nothing that really bothered me too much with this part, it was just weird.

Now we get to the bit that disturbed me; (I should point out that I work part time at a mechanical workshop doing office admin) I set out with a pair of scissors, walked into the workshop and took to cutting up the roof off of a rather expensive convertible MG. What the Hell. It was like I was possessed. I don’t really think you could cut up a roof with a pair of office paper scissors. You could probably put holes in it by stabbing the scissors with force like a knife, but that could be said with the likes of a screw driver also. If I wanted to destroy a car I would drive it into a tree or attack it with a grinder or something, there a plenty of tools at work better equipped for cutting or smashing things. Anyway I wouldn’t want to destroy a customer’s car. I really wish I had the back story here from my subconscious, I wonder at whose car it was. Maybe tonight I’ll find out.

I really couldn’t find any meaning behind any of this. I’m all for imaging strange pointless things, but this dream wasn’t even enjoyable. I was really at a loss to figure out at what on earth my imagination was playing at.

Comedy of Errors

Comedy of Errors – Post 55 of 365 writing post prompts 2014 (M29)

Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Today’s post asks us to write about a time when everything did go wrong (Fiction Encouraged).

Once upon a time

In a land not far away

I was supposed to get married

To a bloke named Murphy

Oh yay!

But on the day there was a massive storm

And by the time I made it to the chapel

The wind had blown the roof away

And turned the chapel to rubble

We made it to a replacement

A little country chapel on a hill

And as we were about to say the words

There came another wicked rumbling still

We were trampled by herds

The cows came charging in

And carried Murphy off

After all this I was rather cross

My beautiful white dress was soaked right through

And when I thought it couldn’t get worse

I tripped and fell in cow poo

I made my way home

And a few days later

A call came from Murphy

The cows had carried him half way round Australia

He said he wanted to try again

I told him there was no way the cows had killed all the men that were going to cater

No Yay!

I was sad and solemn as I hung up the phone

All I wanted was a man with which I could create a nice little home

So I went down the street

And who did I happen to meet

A man named bob

He was rather drunk on grog

And he agreed to marry me right there

We ran off and eloped

Bob was better than I had hopped

But every now and then I miss Murphy

Maybe I should have married that man

Oh well it’s too late now

I still cry every time I see a cow

Happily Ever After

“And they lived happily ever after.” Today’s post asks us to think about this line for a few minutes. Are we living happily ever after? And if not, what would it take for us to get there?

Damn you WordPress, Damn you. Are you trying to make me unhappy or what? Fuck It!

Right! Ok. Am I Happy? Bahahahahahahaha. NO. My mind is not idle enough to achieve true happiness. I can be happy and I get a lot of enjoyment out of life.

I ask my husband if he’s happy and he answers yes, but his mood swings I think contradict this. He how ever has the benefit of a simpler mind then mine. I don’t mean simple as unintelligent, I mean it more as able to switch off, think uncomplicated thoughts and, enjoy simple things and live in the moment. I try to be mindful and live in the moment, but one of us has to keep their minds on the future and consequences.

Any of you that have carefree never think of tomorrow partners will understand where I am coming from here; it’s not fun being the buzz kill.

What would it take for me to be happy? Money! To be debt free. Money the bane of my existence. And yes I am working on getting us in a better financial situation, but it’s a long hall, a long term plan.

Post 54 of 365 writing post prompts 2014 (M29)

Cliché

Today’s post states; Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you!

Cliché, hmm bet that’s French. Bet there is a story behind the word – let me Google it.

So apparently back in the days when movable type (big arse printing press where they had to put each letter in as a plate) was used, a plate would be made for commonly used phrases (That makes sense). Cliché was a French word used as the name of this printing plate (Ta Dar, There’s my answer). Today, the word cliché refers to a phrase that has been used so often it becomes commonplace – much like the common phrases on the old printing plates from which clichés get their name. Wow did you enjoy that French history lesson.

Now let’s look at what this particular Cliché means:

‘A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush’ a proverb meaning that it is better to have something that is certain than take a risk to get more, where you might lose everything.

Ok last time I stuck with certainty over taking a risk. Shit. Well I can think of two major events in my life that scream in my head, but they aren’t really anything I can talk about, for fear of who may read this. Damn it, that’s a cop out isn’t it LOL. I can but say that one is work related. I’ve always had the same job since school, yep! Certainty and stability. The other umm let’s just say I was offered a man’s hand, while I was still with another man, Yep I Stayed with Certainty.

I am a risk taker, I thought, or once I was. But it seems on the life altering things I’m a scaredy cat. That sucks! Let’s move on and not dwell on it. All’s well that ends well. Every cloud has a silver lining. In the nick of time. Time will tell. Haste makes waste. In a jiffy. Without a care in the world. The writing on the wall. Time heals all wounds. What goes around comes around.

Hang on “it is better to have something that is certain than take a risk to get more, where you might lose everything” I think maybe I was meant to write about when I stuck with certainty and it was the right choice? Well one can never really be sure if they made the right choice, right?

Yeah that’ll do. My head hurts now. I’m going back to bed.

Post 53 of 365 Writing Post Prompts 2014 (M29)