My Potty Mouth (The Early Years)

Word of The Day Challenge: Schmutzwortsuche

Dear Santa

( I wrote  in 1969 when I was 8 years old )

Please give me a dictionary, a big heavy dictionary with lots of words in it.

Thank You.

Anita Marie


” You don’t believe in Santa ” my Mom said.

” Sometimes I do. Most of the time. You know. When it’s important. ”

I handed my letter to my Mom.

” You can look at it. ” I offered graciously.

She read it and then she looked at me like she wanted to say something.

” Why ” was all she said.

” Because I want to know what words mean.”

And then my brother who was always around nipping at my heels said- because he was of course my Mom’s favorite and his sole purpose in life when he was 8 until about 45 years later was to snitch to our Mom about every rotten thing I did or was about to do or wanted to do.

He was like that angel that sits on your shoulder- only he didn’t sit on my shoulder. He flew all over the place and told anyone with ears what I was doing wrong and why I should be stopped.

” She wants to find more bad words to say to me and if she can’t find them she’s going to hit me with the book. That’s why she wants it to be so big. She wants it to be the biggest book ever so it will hurt. She said so Mom.”

My Mom held my letter out to me. ” Write another one.”

” How’s about I don’t? ”

My Mom nodded. ” Fine. Don’t.”

I didn’t get a dictionary that year. My Mom got me a Barbie Doll.

I hated Barbie Dolls. I only liked stuffed animals. Preferably  ones with metal rods in their backs that held their heads up. If you were to say, use one to smack your pesty brother with- that baby would hurt.

Bad words escaped me then, but even though I was deprived of an educational tool ( looking at YOU Santa  )I have mastered quite a few of them without the help of a dictionary.

Take THAT Mom ho-ho- HA!


The Tourists

Putting My Feet In The Dirt Prompt#14 : Red Dragon Inn

 Pineapple sage singing on the breeze

a soft carpet of chamomile that smells like honey when you walk across it in your bare feet

Nicotiana smells like cigarette smoke take a whiff, it’s true

My herb garden smells like a bar that serves

mixed drinks to  tourists

on the beach

haunted by the lost

all of them guests  at the Red Dragon Inn


Let’s Feel The Spirit!

Photographer Unknown

I thought to help us October People get into the Spirit of things I’d post this prompt list from Inktober 2019 and a Halloween Writing Challenge from 2018

Why go with older prompts?

Well, there aren’t a lot of 2020 Halloween themed prompts out yet and this is more of a warm up then anything else so here we are!

With these prompts you should feel free to create whatever you want- stories, poems, artwork. It’s all up to you.

Ping back here or leave a link in the comment section in this post  so I can see what you’ve come up with and I hope you’ll check out my posts too.

Another thing you might want to do is to work on these now and post date them for October. That way you can take your time and have fun with your work which is what I may do for some of them.

Stay Cool everyone, the Bermonths are almost here.

Anita Marie