Doormat ‘people pleaser’ e’er since can remember
D istractions – constant
O bligations – constant
R egulations – constant
M otivation – waxes and wanes
A pprehension – doubts ‘reality’ or ‘pipedream’
N egations – lack of interest and support of my endeavors
T ransformation – hopeful become a ‘free thinker’ – wishful thinkin’
People prefer to be around those who emit positivity (be it real or fake).
Unfortunately. I’ve been forced to live in the house of reality – its’ foundation
laid by others.
Sometimes a smile is genuine; other times tis fake (learned how to dismiss
my own true feelings).
Left alone (pretty much) to fend for myself doesn’t exactly make me the
I don’t want sympathy from people rather I wish they understood how difficult
it can be to always feign happiness when you are miserable.
Today’s prompt: escape
local beach escape ahead
hours later lobster red
cooked sun exposure effects
today’s prompt words: unwell – sickly – pallor
pallor turn sheet white
unwell monthly female curse
signs sickly legit
pre-teen forewarned uncertain
Today’s prompt: clear
Picture perfect clear
Actions louder speak than words
Fair weather friendships
Old ‘yes’ dumb ‘no’ refrain text
Acquaintance versus true friend
Today’s words: dump – trash – regain
With no man to assist me, tis my job to take out the trash.
The dumpster (largest made for commercial usage) at the
apartment complex services two buildings.
Friday is the scheduled day one of the disposal firm’s garbage
trucks empties the gigantic bin.
By Wednesday of the following week, the container is already half to
near three quarters full.
Sometimes during hot weather months opening one of the two
sliding doors resulted in sudden stench – overcome by fumes.
Talk about necessary to regain one’s composure.
The awful odor that permeated my nostrils made me gasp, gasp for
a breath of fresh air.
Today’s prompt: hat
Nineteen average pretties
Wardrobe immense dollars save
Think back blue bucket hats rave
Tears suppressed start flow
Mother daughter matching clothes
Memory bank stored
Summer beach days bucket hats
Soft top wide floppy brim shaped
Questions to answer . . .
1) Were doctor/dentist appointments a regular part of your childhood?
2) Did you go for well-checks or just when you were ill or in pain?
3) Were you frightened by the medical professionals? If so, were there specific reasons?
4) Were your parents afraid of medical professionals?
5) Was waiting in the exam room stressful to you?
6) Did your early visits result in your being afraid of needles?
7) Does the sight of your own blood bother you?
8) Did you ever have the need to go to an emergency room?
9) Did your early experiences impact your current attitudes about medical care?
I read and re-read the questions. I’m choosing to share portions I can recall of
my nightmarish experiences in the dental chair.
My father (a functioning alcoholic) brought me for my first dental visit around
I must have been experiencing pain for him to schedule that appointment.
The female dentist told my dad several of my teeth were in need of fillings.
I listened to the conversation. I wasn’t scared – no fear of the unknown.
Drill, drill, drill OUCH the dentist hit a nerve!!
Apparently ‘novacane’, a drug commonly used in dental procedures to
numb the area around the tooth to be worked on, was non-existent.
There was no way to escape my fate. I had to endure several more times what I
consider to be God-awful pain.
I cringed, grabbed the arms of the dental chair and held on for dear life.
Once all the decay had been removed, a rinse and air blown into the space
previously occupied by decay followed. Last step in the process was placement
of the amalgam filling.
Relief until the ‘next’ appointment.
My feeling on this topic is: “I suffered because someone didn’t do their job
and watch over me”.
Today’s prompt: ‘a phrase you grew up with’
The first one that came to mind when I read this week’s prompt:
“Speak the truth and shame the devil.”
This common saying recorded by preacher, Hugh Latimer, dates
back to year 1555.
It’s a belief I’ve practiced my entire life. which backfired a few times
leaving me thinking why I didn’t conceal the truth.
I’m thankful to God that I maintained that persona and passed it down
to my children.
Today I can look in the mirror. wrinkles and all, and know I followed the
The adverse effect of not telling the truth could result in lots of confusion.
miscommunication and hurtful feelings towards friends and loved ones.
Also, as we age our memory recall changes (not for the better).
If you tell the truth, the truth remains the same and no need to wonder
about words and comments.
Alas no degree
Write posts pen poems
Preference all time
Quality o’er quantity
Certain folk fan count excess
Assets minus liabilities
Formula owner’s equity
Blogger’s ratio question
Move forward calculations
Post receives 30 likes
Aware certain social media apps
A fee able follower count increase
Google search reveal manner
Deceptions adding paid-for numbers
All wish be numero uno
Followed liked ‘n well known
Best practice earn those followers
Sad learn exist patterns elusive near
Practice to deceive only individual hurt is self.
today’s prompt words: house – apartment – condo
Residence types three
List shows apartments live five
Houses co-owned three
Ne’er condo resident
Life full circle traced backwards