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Another New Year

A couple more days and it will be a brand new year.
Last year people made promises to do better this year and like all the years before they failed at some of those resolutions.
They didn’t take off the weight, give up cigars, or learn a new language as they planned.
What they did was hope and without hope life is not very pleasant.
So, now we will have a brand new year of hopes.
A brand new year mingled with both smiles and tears, times of great joy and times of mind numbing sameness, but mostly a new year filled with hopes and dreams.
I hope your new year is more happy than sad.
That in this brand new year you’ll laugh more than you will cry.
That you’ll embrace the promise of joy in this new year and to forget the regrets of the past one.
A very Happy New Years to you all !

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Guest Post: BATMAN

WARSAW, POLAND - MAY 22: Facebook has over 10 million Polish users. May 22, 2013 in Warsaw, Poland. - stock photo

I found this message , on FB , from my brother Oliver:

“Hey, in honor of Batman’s 75th anniversary I wrote a parody!”

Since, I am taking a break ( I warned you about guest posts) I thought, great I’ll use it! That and he might get mad at me if I don’t post it. 😦

Actually, I think it is very clever and so with that here it is:

CIRCA MAY 2014 - BERLIN: the logo of the superhero comic figure "Batman". - stock photo

BATMAN(original TAXMAN by The Beatles, Written by George Harrison)
1..2..3..4…1..2…
Let me tell you how it will be, Gotham will be crime free!
Cause, I’m the Batman!
Yeaah, I’m the BAATMAAN!

CIRCA MAY 2014 - BERLIN: the logo of the superhero comic figure "Batman". - stock photo
No crimes too big or too small, Put a signal in the sky & give me a call!
Cause I’m the Batman!Yeaah, I’m the BAATMAAN!

Bangkok,Thailand - May 05, 2014: DC Comic Batman figure Toy. There are plastic toy sold as part of the McDonald's Happy meals. - stock photo
I’m dressed as if for trick or treat, In the Justice League I hold a seat,
On the rooftops, the Commish I meet, In the Batmobile I patrol the streets… BATMAAAN! Cause I’m the Batman!
Yeaah, I’m the BAATMAAN!

NEW YORK, NY - JUNE 24, 2014:  Batman character in Times Square, greets people and poses for pictures with locals and tourists. - stock photo
Don’t ask me who I do it for.
(Batman has his reasons!)Be thankful I’m not at your door!
(Batman cleans the Street ) Cause, I’m the Batman!
Yeaah, I’m the BAATMAAN!

CANNES - MAY 12: Art painting on the wall of the main Bus Station in Cannes on May 12, 2008 in Cannes, France. The city is a busy tourist destination and host of the annual Cannes Film Festival. - stock photo
A message for the clown prince of crime, (BAATMAAN!)
I will catch you every time! (BAATMAAN!)
Cause, I’m the Batman!
Yeaah, I’m the BAATMAAN!
And no one protects Gotham But, me… (solo, fade out) (BAATMAAN!)

Have you ever met a family of parody writers before? Ever write a parody? Are you Batman?

And for reference in case you have been living under a rock and don’t know who The Beatles are:

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Leaving the Blog for a Little Bit.

There is no way to make this funny, so I am not going to try, there is some heavy things going on now and something has to give, afraid it is this.

I will not be posting for quite a while, I don’t really know how long, but I will still be writing and plan on coming back as soon as that is possible.

I may not get to your blogs, but that doesn’t mean I will never return. You guys crack me up and I need the laughs!

There are lots of posts in the archives, so if you haven’t read all my nonsense now is a good time to catch up.

You have all been great and hope to return soon.

Rachael

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I’m Back.

What I imagine your response will be to the big announcement.

Well, back earlier than anticipated, school work all caught up.

I thought about announcing my return with trumpets and lots of hoopla!

But, then I thought, nah, just a simple announcement will do.

Then I thought, nah, confetti and noise makers.

Then I thought, nah, this is the internet.

Then I thought, but I really like confetti and noise makers.

But, then I thought, how?

And then it came to me YouTube:

And now someone who likes noisemakers ,too!

Anyway, I will have a real post up tomorrow.

So, do you like confetti? Do you like noisemakers? Do you like them as much as the little guy in the video?

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Goodbye-For a Little While.

See You Later Green Road Sign with dramatic clouds and sky. - stock photo

DON’T PANIC!

Oh, no one is?

Something has happened to me that is seriously gonna cut back on my blogging time.

What, you ask?

Life.

Life has caught up with me and now I have got to get caught up with it.

I have been having a three-week break from my on-line classes, that ends next week.

We are moving.

My daughter’s having a graduation ceremony.

So, between the packing, homework, and celebration of major life event, I am kinda busy.

Things should calm down in a couple of weeks or possibly three and then I will be back.

What do you mean, no reason to threaten you that way?

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Festival.

ferris-wheel

Yep, another Lillian McFerrin writes prompt, she is addictive.  5 sentence fiction a challenge I can’t refuse, it seems.

In eager anticipation we wait for it all year-long and drive our parents crazy with our constant asking if it has arrived yet and then with our grumpiness when told it is still a week away.

I start marking the calendar with X’s and my little brother makes a list of all the “cool” things we are going to do, the excitement is almost too much for us to bear!

Carnival Lights - stock photo

When the day arrives hot and sticky, we can barely stand the wait until it gets dark, which everyone know is the best time to go; for then it is a feast for the eyes with all the neon lights.

Ticket booth sign illuminated at twilight - stock photo

Our parents park the car and then we stand in line for tickets,  we stand in line for amusement rides, and we stand in line for refreshments.

The tilt-a-whirl  awaits our eager anticipation, swirling us and the contents of our over-filled bellies; we stumble out sick and nauseated leaving our half digested cotton candy , caramel apples, and lemonade on the ground.

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A Beauty.

It is Friday once again and so, time for another serious fiction piece.

stock photo : Woman holding a large valentine

In her day she was a beauty. Her smile had broken the hearts of many young men.

Not that she was the type who went looking to break men’s hearts, she didn’t like to hurt anyone. She was completely natural and completely unaware of the effect she was having.

She didn’t need to parade herself; her radiant smile, natural attractions, and unaffected style drew them in. And that laugh, few who had heard that laugh ever forgot it. Her whole face lit up and her green eyes sparkled. What fella could resist that? Not many.

Yes, she had been a beauty in her day. For all the attention she drew to herself, she dated little. A combination of  her being particular and shy lads thinking they had no chance with her.

She had a steady in high school, Mitch, but when they went their separate ways after graduation, they separated for good. Not one to talk about her private affairs, her family never quite knew why she had stop seeing him. They had all liked Mitch.

stock photo : Central Bulgaria, BULGARIA, CIRCA 1945 - young man portrait - circa 1945

In college she met her next steady and he had stayed her steady for the next 53 years until death separated them. She never got over the death of  Steve and she knew she never would.

He used to call her Beauty bee, a corruption of her name, Beatrice, which she never liked.  They never had any children and she felt the want of them after Steve had past.

It was her nephew, Darren, who drove her to the hospital the night she fell and broke her hip, that was 5 years ago. She had seen Darren exactly twice afterward, once when he visited the hospital and once when she was placed in the Oakdale Nursing Home.

Her friends had visited more often, than her relations, but they where old too and came but seldom. She had made a couple of friends at the nursing home, but the sad fact was she knew they where all just waiting to die.

The staff was a roulette, some where kind, patient, and giving and there was those who were not. Coming here had been bewildering at first. Being used to being so independent it was hard to adjust.

“Hell,” she thought, “I still haven’t adjusted.”

The unfamiliar noises, smells, and routines had disoriented her and the staff on duty that first night were impatient and rushed. No time for an old lady.

stock photo : Elderly 80 plus year old woman with Alzheimer in a medical office setting.

She missed her house, her flower gardens, and her big bay window where she had spent many happy hours looking out at life as it went by. This life she lived now, was not living, it was only a pathetic excuse of a life.

The photograph that Steve had taken on their first wedding anniversary, hung on the wall in her room.

It was hot in their apartment building and he talked her into posing on the roof with the big goofy paper red heart he had given her. She had been a good sport about it.  Let old Mrs. Anderson, the prude, flap her gums if she wanted to.

A pretty little red-haired aide, the new girl, came into to get her vitals, they where always doing that. She was a nice little thing always smiling.

“Hello, Mrs. Warner, how are you today?’

“Okay”, she mumbled back.

“That photo on the wall, is that you, if I may ask?’

“Yes, my husband took it.”

“What a beauty you were!”

“Yes,” she answered slowly, ” I was a beauty. Then.”