- We all have people in our life that are or have been difficult with us.. What if you had the chance to dress that person in any way that you wished; what would they look like and where would they go wearing what you so thoughtfully dressed them in?
- What if you could live a day in one of history’s infamous character’s shoes, who would it be?
- What if you had the chance to be your favourite animated character for a day; who would it be and what would you do?
- What if you could talk to the fish that stand in the middle of many people’s homes? What story would they tell you? What story would you want them to never repeat?
- What if you could take back your most embarrassing memory.. What would happen differently?
- What if you were given three wishes, but there was a condition on the wishes; they would have to be fun, silly and involve at least one other person per wish.
Tell us about the favorite dish or food that you simply cannot turn down.
I must admit…. This is too easy for me as my greatest weakness in life has always been strawberries and whipped cream… so I am posting a poem that I wrote a while back. A friend had challenged me to write a poem about my favourite treat; this is it :) Hope it makes your mouth water like the thought as it does for me!
Strawberries and Whipped Cream
Bright red strawberries
White, fluffy cream
My eyes grow wider
My lips begin to dream
Tang hits my tongue
Sweet tickles my cheek
The perfect combination
The thought makes me grow weak
A perfect duet
Delightful, sweet flavour
I don’t dare chew
I hold it to there to savour
My eyes roll closed
At that perfect, first taste
So sweet I get shivers
I shudder from my waist
Each little morsel
My mouth’s own treasure
Strawberries and whipped cream
My taste buds’ perfect pleasure
In the car. Four children, five laundry baskets full of our clothes, toiletries and favourite stuffed animals. Pillows, throw blankets, school bags and five empty stomachs. One car full of worry. One prayer that we all say. New hope. Desperate for a new beginning. A phone call… a friend had a feeling to call. Now we have somewhere to go. Never will we go back to the yelling, the chaos, the absence of the other parent and the raging temper that we all feared would pop at any time. God provided a safe place for us to stay until we had our own new place. New life. We were safe.
Daily Prompt: Non-Regional Diction, by michelle w. on November 14, 2013
Write about whatever you’d like, but write using regional slang, your dialect, or in your accent.
Chicken A-nee-mal and Pig on a Roof
It was a rainy summer day towards the end of the summer vacation and my boyfriend’s daughter was bored so she asked Nonno (the Italian word for Grandpa) if she could go out to the mall to see a movie and have lunch with her friends. Being that the alternative was to sit in the house miserably watching TV and fighting with her sister, Nonno consented. Yippee!!!
Being of an Italian descent and perhaps a little overly cautious about his grandchildren, Nonno had to give the full out “you godda be carefool” lecture before she left, even though there was a friend’s mother kind enough to bring and stay with all of the girls.
“No talka to anybody! If you godda go pee, you no leave-a da group. You bring-a da mamma di you friend.”
“No eat-a dat-a sheet food.
“You stay wit-a you friends
“No eat-a da cheeken a-nee-mal”
“What????” Julia interrupted.
“I say.. You no eat-a da cheeken a-nee-mal”
“I eat chicken all the time, what’s wrong with chicken”
“I no say no eat-a da cheeken! I say you no eat-a da cheeken a-nee-mal!”
“Ok Nonno… Whatever…”
“No – you no say ‘whatever’!!! You no eat-a da cheeken a-nee-mal!” sounding a little more nerve-wracked. “You capeesh?
“You no eat-a da cheeken a-nee-mal or you gonna get seek!!!”
Now she is getting annoyed. “OK NONNO! I won’t eat any chicken animal. I won’t ever eat chicken anymore ever again.. OK?????”
“Ho my Got!!!” “I think-a maybe you no hear me at all.. I no say no eat-a da cheeken!!! I say you no eat-a da cheeken A-NEE-MAL!!!!”
“Maybe it’s no gonna be clean-a at-a dat place”, “you no know who make-a dat-a teeng. Dat’s why I tole you, you no eat-a da cheeken a-nee-mal”
“Now you capeesh? No eat-a da cheeken a-nee-mal!!!”
Suddenly Julia’s laughter filled the room as she understood. Don’t eat the chicken at the mall.
To this day, we bring it up often at the dinner table and all of the family laughs every time Nonno makes chicken together mimicking his voice “no data da cheeken a-nee-mal”
“Ma, you guys make-a me so mad!”, as he smirks at the story inwardly proud that we love to tell stories about him and that we enjoy him so much.
Another day, Nonno was sitting at the dinner table with all of us (how I love sitting down to dinner with everyone and we were complimenting him on how active he still is and so much more able than many who are his age. He smiled, of course and said that he had always been like that.
“Even when I was-a young, I was-a same like-a now. I was-a so stronk! Even my broder-een-laow, he tell-a me.
“I remember when I make-a da time for-a da leaves to come outta da trofe. I clime-a da ladder and have-a no problem; I no scary da highs.
“Zio Gianni, he canna beleef-a me. I go all da way up to da tope-a da roof. I was solo high dat Zio Gianni could not beleef it! He say “how you make-a da peeg onna roof???” I tole him I’m no so afraid’a dose teengs and I go clean uppa da peeg onna roof no probem”
“My Got! Eet was-a so high up, ma I clean up alla da leafs and da peeg was beaudiful!”
We laughed to the point of tears as he talked about the pig on the roof/ peak of the roof that he cleaned. We still bring it up from time to time and laugh until we cry.
by michelle w. on November 12, 2013
On the interview show Inside the Actors’ Studio, host James Lipton asks each of his guests the same ten questions. What are your responses? (The questions are listed after the jump).
What is your favorite word?
Effervescent.. Just the sound of it makes me smile. The meaning makes me think of loved ones, especially my niece Lauren who carries this wonderful attribute with her huge smile, bubbling enthusiasm and contagious laugh.
What is your least favourite word?
There is one particular word that is not one to print that is the ugliest word I know.. However, besides that I would say the word “despair” for all that it means and all that it brings to those who are suffering from it.
What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
I am continually inspired by God through those around me that carry a flame or passion for what they do. That drive.. That determination.. That fire in their eyes. As for creatively, often I am driven by my own NEED to write. I feel compelled rather than obliged to write. Perhaps it is my self-therapy, or perhaps there is just something that one person needs to hear some day, but either way, if I ignore the feeling, I am left feeling wrestles and as if I have wronged myself during my day.
What turns you off?
Lack of etiquette, crassness, horror themes, selfishness, a “me, me, me” person.
What is your favourite curse word?
Haha This question makes me laugh! I would have to say the best curse word is actually a phrase from the Greek language. Instead of telling someone to “f-off” they tell the victim of their wrath to “go poo!” in cruder verbiage! I think it is both hilarious and very effective when the term is used!
What sound or noise do you love?
As corny as it sounds, even to me, the truth is that I delight in hearing small children laughing, even to this day, I laugh or at least have a big smile when I hear my 15-year-old daughter laughing, the sound fills the room with joy. I love to hear a baby sleeping, I love the sound of my sweet Antonio snoring beside me, as my world is safe and secure beside him. Birds in the springtime after a long, cold winter. Raindrops on a fall morning, when you get to sleep in a bit. The sound of your feet crunching against new-fallen snow. The majesty of the ocean roaring as you walk along the beach. My children calling my name. The phone ringer that I have for my children as now that they are older, I love when they call me “just because”.
What sound or noise do you hate?
Babies crying when they are sick.. DJs in the morning.. I just don’t want to hear them prattle on in nonsensical rambling. Tires screeching.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
I would go back to school to become a doctor. I love when I just know what to do to make someone well.
What profession would you not like to do?
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
“Well done, good and faithful servant”. Even writing these words brings tears to my eyes.
The Coming of Age
There was a time, before this time, when time was held with love
When age and time had meaning and were often spoken of
Kids were kids and came of age when the age was meant to be
Hidden from life’s harshness and base reality
There was a time when adult rating meant only adults would see the slime
Children were free to laugh, play tag outside and learn by rote and rhyme
I miss the time when pornography was hidden from innocent eyes
When the touch of remote control or a computer invited demise
I miss the time when TV was meant for family time
When the shows were “clean” and were always “family” before nine
I remember when we didn’t sit with our own lap top each on his own
When family games were nightly and we weren’t on the internet like a drone
In closing – 2013 is a time that has brought us of age far too soon
To a reality of a jaded world instead of God[protected in our childhood cocoon
My Perfect Place
The most perfect place in the world I know is in my Beloved’s arms
This is the place where fear disappears with my worries and all of life’s harms
In his arms I am safe, I am loved, I am free; I am kissed on my head at night
In his arms I live freely and can be who I am; my naked soul without rejection or fright
Daily Prompt: Fandom
It is not that I am not a non fan of sports and not that I am a big fan of sports I guess sports just are. Being a true-bred Canadian, hockey, has always been a part of my life. Sometimes I love to watch and other times I find it frustrating with all the hype.
As a mom of four I have had my kids in many different types of sports from gymnastics to swimming,soccer, dance, trampoline and karate. All of this was just for fun. I found problems would begin when some parents began to take a children’s sport too seriously and would become so zealously involved that became rude sometimes to other players or players’ parents and then the fun left. The sport of it just turned to anger left me sad for the kids.
In observing sports through the years, I have always been so impressed on how enthusiastically a city or community can come together to cheer on their favorite team whether a high school, college or city even a country cheering for their own favourite Team such as in the World Cup or the Olympics.
What really frustrates me though is seeing that community enthusiasm and team spirit turn into rage and anger when they believe that a ref has made a wrong call or a team mate has let them down. Where do people find such rage over such a meaningless event That has no bearing on anybody’s well-being nor on the welfare of our world?
I will end with this with the simple advice that I have always told my children when playing a game: When you’re no longer laughing and having fun but rather getting frustrated and angry with people you were playing with, it is time to end the game.
Maybe it is her age.. maybe it is just the way our relationship is, or maybe it is just that I never meet her expectations.. but being kept out from your child’s heart is so hard.
2 days ago, I went outside after a rainfall with my camera to capture the beauty of raindrops with nature. I have posted this same Haiku on this blog but with a different look at how beautiful rain can be. Please visit God Through My Eyes to read.
From tear-drops of rain
Havoc wreaked in just moments
First raindrop cheering the flood
by michelle w. on May 24, 2013
Fiction writers: You’re stuck in an elevator with an intriguing stranger. Write this scene.
Fourteen hours and the last half of a Milky Way later, I am still in the dark. Completely in the dark. I know.. It is a power outage as my phone is not working, the lights are out and my cell phone looks like it has about 10% battery left. Dang. I have had to pee in the corner already and I can’t stand the smell. I thought that I would get used to it, but the acrid-filled puddle fills the small area with more smell than something so small should be able to release!
I am tired, but I have not been able to sleep as it is just so creepy. I tried yelling for help, but it seems everyone else was out of the building or nowhere near the elevator when I called out. Not that there were too many to hear me in the first place, but for Pete’s sake, you would think that someone would have brains enough to check and make sure that there was nobody stuck in the shaft. I am so tired.
It is funny how your mind wanders at times like this. First calling for help, sure that someone would hear me, then I was seriously mad. I screamed out just in frustration, randomly cursing everything that came to my mind. You would think that someone would have heard me blocks away. I guess they didn’t. Obviously, they didn’t. I plunked down on my butt, crossed my arms and steamed for a while. No cell service. Are you kidding???? My cell is an extension to my being! I don’t know how I ever survived without it.
Thankful for the warm autumn weather, I have bundled my coat under me (onto the very dirty floor – straight to dry cleaners after this!). I want to sleep so badly, but I am stressing. What if no-one comes all weekend? Will my children even know how to contact authorities and tell them where I might be without a phone? What if they don’t figure out what to eat? What if all the food in the freezer melts? What if I have to do a number 2? What if I die of hunger? I am so hungry, but I am more stressed than hungry. I really need to get out of here.
I resign myself to lying down, perhaps this will calm me. Breathe deep. Worrying, panicking, stressing – these things are doing nothing for me, here in the dark. I want to look at my phone to see the time again, but I don’t want to use up whatever little battery there is, so I just drift. And drift. I pray for a long time. I like when I can just talk to God without interruptions. There are always interruptions, but not today. Only my stress tries to creep its way into my conversation. Stress is pretty good at interrupting, but I come to realize that it really is only when I allow it to and that I have control over the panic rather than the other way around. But it is a strong and relentless fighter, as I am. My dad always said “good luck to the one who sets his wits against yours”. I guess this is the moment of truth.
Back to praying. Oh God.. Please make sure that the children have enough sense to go to a neighbour’s house and seek some food and supervision. Please make sure that there are not old people locked up in elevators elsewhere like I am right now. Please make sure that there are people who will be looking for people that could be stuck like I am right now. Please, please, please send someone to find me.
I miss Daddy. He always knew what to do. He would know what to do. He would be calm, almost chuckle at me and say “why are you worrying SweetPea?” I need him. It has been too long since I have heard his voice. Too long since I felt his tender hand on my shoulder with a quick, reassuring squeeze. Too long since I could call him at the spur of the moment to ask him about the movie that was playing or who was that singer, or what happened when. He just seemed to know everything. Maybe most girls have always felt that way. Daddy just always knew the right thing to say and do. Logic to calm my emotion; thinking to calm my anxiety, a warm hand with a tissue to dry my tears and love. Always love, oozing over in uncuttable measure. I miss his love so much.
I need to know that my kids are ok. Dear God, please, make sure that they are not scared. Make sure that they think of the good things and that they know I am probably just stuck in an elevator after work. They are so innocent. God, please don’t let them be worried about me. Please don’t let them be hungry, panicked or scared. I need to know that they are ok.
I have a warm, spilling feeling fall over me, like the warmth of a perfect shower filled with fragrant oil. I feel peace, warmth, love, calm and faith all at once. God is with me. :) He is here… I knew that He would be. He is with my children and has sent a messenger of love to tell me so.
I smile in the dark. God’s love and the sweetness of the moment fill me as I smile like a kid at the movies in the dark with an ear-to-ear grin. How could I be any happier? There is no panic. There is no worry; there is no fear. God is with me and has taken care of my children.
I drift and drift with that silly, simple smile on my face. He loves me. He is with my children. All is well.
I wake up to voices… maybe minutes, or several hours later, but someone is calling my name over and over.
I am here!!!!
I am driven home after the doors of the elevator are peeled open and driven, thankfully, blissfully home.
It is the morning and my neighbour is in the front yard with my children. They seem happy and don’t notice the rescue car that I am in at first. When I pull into the driveway, all three look at me at once. My eldest, my daughter started to cry. My middle one came up to me silently and hugged me hard and tight, holding back his tears. My little Michael.. Well.. He is my little Michael. I saw tears well up in his eyes and then he started to yell at me. “Where were you>???? Where have you been???? Do you know that we had to sleep at Wendy’s last night??? We thought that you were dead!!!! (Tears showed a hint of slithering down a cheer again), Do you know that we were so scared for you that we prayed and prayed???? Why didn’t you come home?? Why weren’t you here for us?? Why didn’t you call us???
Well, home is home is home. I smiled and wrapped all three of them in my arms. My dear God, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!
This love is more precious than life itself. I think that is what God is trying to teach me. That His love for us, is far greater that life itself. So much so that He gave up the most precious thing He had for our sakes.