If I was to mix my humanity with plant, animal or mineral I know exactly what I would do.
I’d have gills so that I could swim endlessly, I love spending my time in the water and being able to swim deep and long without any interruptions for air would be amazing. I’d still be able to breathe on land but I would be quite happy in the sea or on the land.
I’d also like chlorophyll so that I could get my nutrition from the sun and not have to worry about eating. My body would absorb what I would need so that I would never binge on chocolate cake or chips. I wouldn’t even really want it. I would be sexy and svelte and though my skin would be green, I think I could pull it off with my swimmer’s body 😀
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Dollah Dollah Bill
Treasure Hunter – Day 18
Funnily enough finding something on the beach has long been a dream of mine. When my sister and I were younger we were at Grand Bend which is a beach sort of near London, Ontario. We found a wallet and inside was 400 dollars. We took the four hundred as a finders fee and put the wallet in the mail box so it could get returned to it’s owner. I was 14 and she was 12, what can you really expect from teenagers who were basically poor.
Today I would like to think that it would be different. If someone found my engagement ring I would hope they would return it to me because it holds more then monetary value. I would turn in anything I found like that to the police. I would prefer to find something that can’t be so easily returned. Olds Coins, Old Keys, you know antiquities. Fun stuff. Just for the excitement of finding it. If I found an envelope of cash, I’d have no choice but to keep it, cause really who brings a envelope of cash to the beach? Criminals maybe.. Ya that’d be all mine. 😛
A Dream – Repost from Abipolarsreality – Which is me.
There was a young girl named Tuesday whose mother was gone for long periods of time. She was very lonely as her father was always at work or out with his friends.
One day her mother brought her home a purple teddy bear with a pink bow to keep her company and keep her safe.
The girl was thrilled and the bear made a wonderful friend! It protected her from the monsters in the closet and under the bed. It played with her when she was lonely and loved her like only a mother could. It did such a wonderful job in fact that she never noticed that her mom had never come home again after that day.
As she grew up she took the bear with her everywhere. It was even packed to take with her as she left for college.
When she got to her dorm room, she unpacked everything and realized the bear was gone. She searched frantically trying to find it but all she could find was a boring brown bear. She called home to ask her father if he had seen it and he slurringly told her that he had thrown it away.
She cried and cried, horrified to have lost the only friend she had ever had.
She walked through the halls of school looking frightened and sad a mere shadow of the happy girl that she used to be. She started noticing things around her, the people scared her and often she felt like at any moment she was going to die her heart pounding so hard in her chest she thought it would pop through.
The brown bear was no substitution and she always felt ill at ease in it’s presence. Even though her father had given it to her as a replacement it didn’t hold the love and protection her purple bear had. It made her mind ask a question she never thought to ask before.
Where was her mother?
She called her father and he mumbled that he didn’t know, that she had disappeared years ago.
She started to see the monsters everywhere again. Threatening her, teasing her always making her feel unsafe.
She called family and the police but no one knew where her mother had gone.
She couldn’t handle school anymore so she returned home. Tuesday could see things with clear eyes, her drunken father, the house barely standing, filled with garbage and 100’s of bottles of all various kinds and shapes.
She searched every room in the house trying to find some hint of where her mother had gone and couldn’t even find a picture.
She realized there was one room she hadn’t checked and as she rushed to the door she realized it was locked and that for some reason it frightened her very badly. She asked her father for the key but he said he had lost it before he fell asleep in a drunken stupor.
She sat in the floor in frustration, tears forming in her eyes when she saw her purple teddy in her minds eye. It gave her the idea to pick the lock since it was one of those old skeleton types that were so easy to open.
She took some bobby pins and poked and prodded until *click* the door creaked open. She sat for a moment catching her breath as her heart started to pound, her mouth got bitter as she could feel the bile building up in her throat. Then she stood up, tucked her chin and slowly walked up the stairs to the attic.
The room was bright, as the sun streamed through the windows. In the corner was a colorful chest and on top of it was her purple bear! She squealed with glee and pick it up hugging it to her chest and humming a happy song. The bear dragged her towards the chest and she ran forward her fingers pressing the buttons on the front.
It sprang open her throat catching a scream as her eyes caught the skeleton. The skeleton of someone she knew. She recognized the locket around it’s neck. This was her mother and held in her mothers arms was a purple bear with a pink bow just like the one she was given many years ago….
The Mind Is The Thing
Pick Your Gadget – Daily Prompt
So a time machine, an invisibility hat and a door to anywhere walk into a bar.. I’m kidding.
I wouldn’t time travel I have no want to see the future and no need to change the pass. The hat of invisibility would be fun for a while. I could check out what my hubby does at work all day. Sneak into amusement parks and zoo’s but it’s definitely not something I would get much use out of.
Now the door to anywhere. I was talking to my besty and she honestly had some very positive things to use this for. Her blog on it is over here.
I was depressed and agitated and just being my normal bipolar self. I couldn’t think of any of these items being used in any way positive. Then I took a 2 mile walk. It helped burn some of my agitation. I read some IM’s from said BFF about positive days I have had over the last while even though I could only see the darker side of things.
Like a light bulb going off I realized what I would do. If said door existed then I would be able to interact with whatever is on the other side of the door. I would use the door to enter my mind and see what was going on there.
I also think since I could enter my mind I would be able to interact with the negative things in my mind. I’d destroy the depression and anxiety. I would boost the positivity and love. I would dust and clean it until it was pretty and practically whole. If I’m going through a door to anywhere that is exactly where I am heading no matter how scary it might be. The only way to conquer a negative is with a positive.
Peanut Butter, Jelly Time.
Unexpected Guests – Daily Prompt
You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.
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I was on my second week of going out and walking around the block by myself. Not a big issue for most however six months ago I wasn’t leaving my home at all. Usually I stayed hidden behind my curtains sneaking peaks at the world and wishing I was a part of it.
I arrived home to find a car in my drive way. It was only noon and My Boobear never brought anyone home without asking as I had serious issues dealing with people. I lacked social skills and would have horrible anxiety attacks whenever I had to deal with anyone. I figured it was a salesperson and would just slipped past the living room and go and hide upstairs.
When I walked in the door there were two pairs of shoes. A man’s dress shoe and a females flat heel. I could hear laughter and the hum of conversation coming from the next room. I slid past the door quietly standing at an angle where I could peer in and no one could see me.
My husband was in a rather animated conversation his hands waving about and smile on his face. There was a rather mundane couple sitting on the couch eating my peanut butter and jelly cake. A recipe I had been trying to perfect for some time and was actually horrified to see anyone trying.
I walked into another room pacing my heart pounding in anger and in stress. Why was Boo sharing THAT cake? Why were there people here at all? My thoughts racing going through possible scenario’s failing at figuring it out. I decided to breathe.
Breath in, breath out. Nice and slow. Relax. Breathe.. “I said Breathe dammit. Come on you are better then this.”
Finally the room had stopped spinning and I thought to myself you are an actress, just act. (this often helped me do things I was uncomfortable with)
I walked into the living room with a smile plastered on my face. (I hope it didn’t look as stiff as it felt) My hubby stood up and walked over to hug me and whispered in my ear, “You are gonna love this.”
For some reason their names didn’t connect when my husband introduced them, this is how I heard it.
Mumble mumble and mumble meet my wife Colleen, she was the one who made the winning recipe.
I what?
They started shoving a check in my hands and talked about photographers and tv shows and my world just hollowed to a pinpoint. Next thing I know I’m waking up on my bed. I look around and the house is super quiet. It’s only noon. I call for hubby but there is no answer. I guess he went back to work. I wonder how he got me in my jammies?
I walk downstairs and the house is a mess, the blinds and curtains are closed and there is half eaten baking failures thrown all about.
I call hubby at work to ask about the couple and he says he hasn’t been home today, I must have been having another of my lucid dreams.
Of course it was. Maybe I could make it real! Maybe I should go outside today? Nahh I’ll just bake and eat cake.
My Body – A Poem
My face is freckled and my teeth are fanged,
My hair is long and I have bangs,
My breasts are large and plump,
They almost slap my knees when I jump.
My stomach pulled in so my figures an eight,
A polite way of saying that I’ve usually overate.
My hips are full and so is my bum,
When I sit on my legs they go completely numb.
Screw my body it’s mind over matter.
Now I better get dieting so I don’t get any fatter.
A New Brother
First Sight
Puppy Love
*pounce pounce*
she just bounds around in excitement waiting to see him.
*pounce pounce*
I lift her up to see his tiny frame and you can see the joy.
Tail wagging she licks at his face.
She follows him from room to room.
They are always together.
She loves him and he her.
Two puppies becoming a family.
What’s cuter?
Every body Wants To Rule The World
I think the song from Tears for Fears, Everybody Wants to Rule the World would make a great explanation for human beings are all about.
Welcome to your life
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
It’s my own design
It’s my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I’ll be right behind you
So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you’ll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it ?
Everybody wants to rule the world
All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
Listen To Your Heart
When I was growing up I looked at people probably more clinically then most. I didn’t trust anyone. I was hurt plenty and often. I made poor choices in friends and dates. I chose them completely on looks or things that they were involved in. I wanted to get married and be rich, I didn’t want to be poor anymore. I wanted pretty people around me because if they were pretty then so was I. I was great at choosing people who were ugly inside. I never followed my heart about a person. In fact if I felt anything remotely close to caring about someone who wouldn’t fit into these things I idealized I quickly and harshly ended it. Man I was stupid.
I wish I had of been told to just follow my heart. I would have likely had better quality relationships both with friends and the people I dated. I possibly would have more active friendships now. I say possibly cause of the whole crazy thang.
My husband was the first time I followed my heart and that worked out better than I ever imagined.
Save A Life
The Kindness of Stranger – Daily Prompt
I’m older and slower then the other dogs here and it’s hard for me see. Sometimes I miss with my tongue when trying to kiss people, they has flavor but I just hit the holes in the gate. I’m 15 years old and cry a lot at night. I’m lonely. All my cage mates are gone. I can still smell the humans coming through though. Sometimes they don’t even stop by to see me.
I love my daily walk I get fresh air and when I see Jack come to take me for a walk I am excited. He starts taking me a different way and I start to shiver and quake with excitement. It makes me pee a little by accident on the floor. Jack understands though.
I’m taken to a room with 3 strange humans. A male, A female and one that is smaller then me! My tail starts wagging and I get a lot of pets. This is so much fun and feels good. I can hear them talking but the only words I understand are walk, drive, food, good.
The male reaches down to attach a leash to my collar and Jack bends down looking me in the eyes. He looks happy and says good boy! I’m a good boy! They start taking me away from Jack I am afraid and excited. We are going in a car!! I love hanging my head out of the window.
It’s a short trip and then we go into a building. It smells like people and a strange dog. A young pup comes up to me, smelling me and licking at me. I remember to be patient. They let me off the leash and I cautiously explore, finding a big comfy cushion to lie on. They call me a good boy and say the word home. I think I’m staying here. I nervously look around and close my eyes and sleep as I think of the word home.
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