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“Mugfin and Coffee” for SOCS, Oct 25, 2024

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Mugfin and Coffee for SOCS “Mug” Prompt, Oct 25, 2024

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I ran a sharp knife around the side of the mug, so I actually didn’t have too much trouble getting my microwave muffin out of its mug, although the bottom 1/4 inch stuck and had to be removed with a spoon. The next time, I’ll oil the bottom of the cup a bit. The muffin isn’t bad and actually isn’t that sweet. I think a lot of the powdered sugar fizzed off onto the bottom of the oven during those initial 12 minutes of time spent in the oven. Once I put them in the microwave, they rose fine, although the mugfin is a bit heavy.

If you don’t know what in the heck I’m talking about, go HERE for an explanation.

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I then decided to take a slice of the mugfin and add some of the bran concoction I made last night. It was very sweet and I think I prefer the muffin just by itself. I think the bran/banana/sugar concoction would be good on a blander white poundcake or shortbread cookie–or perhaps toast.

Okay.. I promise. No more banana bread/mugfin posts.

For SOCS

Put a Woman in Charge!!! Keb’ Mo’

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Never was this wonderful song more timely and important!!!!! Great Advice, Keb!!!!

Career Limitations (23 word story for Esther Chilton) Oct 25, 2024

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Career Limitations

I have flunked at ballerinaing. The reason? I’m too fat.
(Girls as round as eggs or pumpkins can not piié shaped like that!)

The assignment is to write a 23 word story making use of the words ballerina, pumpkin and eggs. Photo thanks to Designdash.com

Irresistible Nosegay for FOTD Oct 25, 2024

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I couldn’t resist posting this lovely little nosegay that came on top of the flan at Viva Mexico!!!

For FOTD

For Fibbing Friday, Oct 25, 2024

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For Fibbing Friday the words to “refine”  are:

1. Sonder:  S on der is reds spelled backwards.
2. Opia: Anyone else’s myopia except for mine.
3. Monachopsis: What  happened when my sister went out with Mona’s boyfriend!
4. Énouement: Falling action on the “e channel.”
5. Vellichor: Vaht es in the middle of your stomach.
6. Rubatosis: What ballerinas do after an especially vigorous session.
7. Kenopsia: An animal’s extreme aversion to being pent up in a cage.
8. Liberosis: The distinctive odor of a collection of books in a tropical region during a period of high humidity.
9. Jouska: A fruity breakfast drink in Russia.
10. Chrysalism: An addiction to picking cocoons out of blankets. (If you don’t understand this one, it might help to go HERE and then  HERE.)

 

Photo thanks to Dancewear Nation.

for FOTD, Oct 24, 2024

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Three of these beauties of the nine that were on my hibicus bush yesterday morning.

For Cee’s FOTD

Sunset over Lake Chapala, for Whatsoever is Lovely, Oct 23, 2024

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Tonight’s sunset over Lake Chapala, taken from my back yard.

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Don’t Pick the Daisies (For Sadje’s Spring Flower Prompt), Oct 23, 2024

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See poem below flower collage. (All photos by jdb. Please click on first photo to enlarge all.)

Don’t Pick the Daisies

Please leave those daisies in their wrapper.
I find them just too pert and dapper.
I prefer a floral decoration
prone to promote excitation.
I’d choose something a little queer
to be used as a boutonniere.
Yes, I agree, daisies are cute
but aren’t held in good repute
for inclusion in bouquets exotic.
They aren’t sufficiently chaotic.
All their little petals are spread
in order. They are too well-bred.
I like my flowers with frisky sproutings,
curling ‘rounds and sticking-outings––
birds of paradise well hung
with orange feathers and bright blue tongue.
I admit, I am a binger
on passionflower and wild ginger,
on orchid and bromeliad.
Daisies I find a little sad––
too Doris Day and sixtyish.
A bit of odd is what I wish
for when I choose to pick a flower
for an arrangement or a bower.
Give me heliconia,
proteus or begonia.
For an occasion that is formal,
daisies, dear, are just too normal.

For my mother Pat who liked her food plain and her flowers exotic. XOXOXO

For Sadje’s prompt: Fall Leaves or Spring Flowers

The Meeting Place, for MVB

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The Meeting Place

What are you waiting for––
divine inspiration?
Do you think Shakespeare waited for his muse?
And if your muse came,
would you even recognize her?
Will she wear long white flowing robes?
Will she play a lute or will your voice
be her instrument?
Will she whisper in your ear or speak to you
though your mind?
And will she be beautiful or will that even matter?
As you age will your muse age with you
or is she perpetually young?
And what about wisdom?
Will it be your own acquired wisdom or hers
that will make your words cut like a knife
though the soft texture of days,
that will give them purpose
when those around you
fail and fall
into the magnetic cloud
of forgetfulness or boredom?
What if as you sit there
waiting for your muse,
watching reality TV
or doing crossword puzzles,
your muse is waiting for you
in the keys of your computer
or in your pen point?
What if she has been lolling all these years
in the pages
of that lined notebook
sitting empty on your shelf?
I keep telling you
that every day I see her
pass behind you
as you pine for her,
always looking
in the opposite
direction.

The MVB PROMPT today is meetings.

Cozy in My Skin

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Cozy in My Skin

I seem to fit my life now, I’m cozy in my skin.
No matter how far out it goes, I always fit right in.
When I gain a pound or two, my skin grows out to hold it,
and when my skin begins to sag enough for me to fold it,
my flesh grows out to fill it in. It’s become symbiotic.
That state of growing me out to my skin’s become hypnotic.

When encountering fresh pastries, a fugue state might ensue.
A box of chocolates empties, though I only ate a few.
Whole pizzas vanish in thin air, to my midnight grief.
They left the box behind them, this culinary thief!
The thought of uninvited guests is not very nice.
I make much of the mystery. Could it be dogs or mice?

Perhaps once more the kittens have discovered a way in
and at night when the lights go out, pursue their lives of sin.
Feasting on my pizza. Gorging on my pies.
Surveying my milk chocolate with their greedy feline eyes.
I spin a pretty fantasy, but the truths of this tale
are revealed to me each morning as I step upon the scale.

For the Writer’s Digest Prompt, a Cozy Poem