Jingle Bells Jingle all the HAHAHAH

Word of the Day Challenge: BELLS 

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I have bells on one of my doors so I can hear if people are coming into my work area- it’s a necessity because upon occasion we have wanderers who come into the building and it’s a good way to know if someone has found their way in uninvited.

Today I found out that one my co-workers decided he doesn’t like the bell system ( even though we have them  upstairs in his work area too ) and today I caught him opening and closing the door so that the bells didn’t  jingle.

Plus as he told me, he doesn’t like it when they rattle and ring.

I told him they’re there for a reason.

So about an hour goes by and a lady with mental health issues went up to his counter and asked him if he wanted a girlfriend and offered to show him her breasts and after he turned her down  she grabbed the bells off of the door near his workstation and threw them at him on her way out.

Apparently she had a good arm and was a heck of a shot.

Jingle Jingle Jingle.

I don’t know why this chain events made me laugh, but it did.

In fact, I’m still laughing about it.

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Cupcakes, Embalming and Me

Prompt from:  Rory’s 12 Bloggerz.

1. Where is your usual location for meeting friends?

 Cupcake Royale– because we never get tired of reminding each other that they call their decorators ” Frostitutes. ”  Plus we love cupcakes that are the size of your face. Well, maybe they aren’t that big, but they are sizable.

2. What is your favourite time of the day and has it changed recently due to current events?

I was put on standby at work for a month and it’s not so much the time of day that I had issues with. It was the weekend. They didn’t matter. Now I’m back at work and I love those Fridays again!

3. What do you find embarrassing to talk or write about?

Hey that was clever, ask the easy fun questions and then go for the ” one time I showed up at a funeral drunk and wearing my shirt inside out and backwards and if that wasn’t bad enough, it was the wrong funeral ” kind of stories.

Ha. I’m not telling.

4. What will you NEVER write about?

Rape. Rape is not entertaining.

5. Do you ever read erotic fiction or exotic literature of another kind?


6. How confident are you about …. you?

Well. When I was in high school I won one of those ‘ugly dog ‘ date contests and I must have beat out about a half dozen other ugliest date entries so I’m pretty confident that when I walk into a room I’m going to get noticed.

Woof. Woof. Woof.

7. Do you think in today’s digital climate with social media and so on … that people have too much to say and that they should be quieter or that people still are not talking enough?

I’m still trying to find a way to answer the question, ” Did you read what I wrote on Facebook” and I it turns out most of what was written was in emojis. Do I ask were the words are? Would that be rude?

8. Do you censor your own writing before publishing?


9. If you weren’t already you upon waking to a new day, who would you want to be the next time you wake up?

Do I have to be human? Because I’m tired of the human experience. So if I could wake up on another planet in the skin ( maybe ) of a different life form, that would be awesome. 

10. Have you done everything with your life you set out to when younger or are there still things you wish to achieve?

Well., I wanted to be a writer and I’ve done that. I wanted to learn to embalm bodies and I did that too. I still haven’t sailed a pirate ship. I haven’t ruled it out. Should I?

11. What do you use when creating your blog posts and what would you sing the praises of with regards the creation of written content as opposed to a desktop or a laptop?

I have no idea what that means. But I use WordPress to write with and I pretty much store everything I do in closed blogs. I’m afraid my computer will die and I’ll lose everything.

12. Do you give your readership what they want or what they need? What do you as a content writer and creator get from that for you?

I’m selfish. I write for me. I’ve been writing since I was nine years old and that’s probably why I can’t get over the concept of writing for a reader. So what I hope is that someone reads my work and enjoys it. If they don’t….a pox upon them.


Just kidding.


The Obstinate Cat

Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Abstract in Black and White

                           ( sort of )

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky

If I wanted to tell the story

about the world as it is in this moment

compared to the one I came from

and the one I am going to end up living in

a year or so from now,

I think I  would tell it in fragments

a smile here

a betrayal there

a nightmare that stayed with me long after I woke up and started my day.


Bad jokes, kind gestures, Mozart, Robert Johnson and Abba made my house a home

 walking my dog up hills, why are there so many half eaten hamburgers at the side of the road?


It’s not hard to be polite in line if you have to stand

six feet away from someone

now we can smirk or grimace because nobody can see the

lower half of your face or hear what you say under your breath.


Life was a completed puzzle that the obstinate cats of the world

shoved off the table

piece by piece

to the floor

but not before they ate that one piece that goes in the middle

that one piece that made it all make sense

That’s the story I would tell.

::: Below are some portraits by Wassily Kandinsky that I spent some time looking at before I wrote today’s piece:::

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky