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Magic

This is from a Facebook page called “Queen of Your Own Life”.  Go there for more Queenisms.

It’s a magical place.

magician

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Hyperbole Could Be the Most Fun You’ll Have in This Lifetime.

Trifextra Challenge:  For this weekend’s challenge we’re asking you to include some hyperbole in
your piece.  It doesn’t have to be the whole piece, but it needs to be in there,
and we’re looking for 33 words, as usual.

More hyperbole
More hyperbole (Photo credit: soukup)

“It takes forever to get home by cab and costs a fortune.  I live on the other side of the universe.”

“We’ve asked you a bazillion times, please stop exaggerating.  You’re killing us.”

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Authors Note:  The hardest part of this challenge was, for yours truly – the ultimate supreme hyperbole queen to infinity and beyond – having to stop myself at 33 words.  Whew.  But don’t cry me any rivers, I’m okay.  I refrained from setting myself on fire in frustration.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and lie down for a couple of days.

Queen for a Day

It’s “Everything You Do Is Right” Day!  What a surprising and pleasant change that will be!  Although I didn’t stab anyone yesterday on the Ides of March so I’m already on a roll if you think about it.   And it’s St. Patrick’s Day Eve.  Should we be setting out pots for the leprechauns to fill up with gold?  Or rummaging through our closets in search of something green?  I do have Irish roots on my maternal grandfather’s side of the family but have never been tempted to drink green beer.  So genes don’t determine everything.

My astrological forecast says I’ll probably spend the day reviewing old issues, or trying to close the book on past matters. It also tells me I have a house of secrets and self created problems.  Hmmph.  I kind of hate it when they’re right.  Have to keep telling myself I can’t change screwed up people, I can only change my reaction to whatever screwed up things they do.  I’m sure there’s a much more eloquent way to phrase that, but it’s too early in the day to get all clever.

The Pulled Pork concoction I made yesterday was amazingly good, but we’ll be eating it for a week due to my inability to fill any cooking pot only half way to the top.  I also shook up some fresh salad dressing in a cruet (another part of my Epicure order).  Two things later and I’m pretty much hooked on their stuff.  Next up I’m going to try making some vegetable dip, substituting plain greek yogurt for sour cream.  After all that I probably won’t creatively cook another thing for a month.  I reach kitchen overload rather quickly these days.

Here’s a little brain game challenge for the day, taken from www.creativitygames.net where there’s all kinds of ways to work away at honing your writing skills.  Or lack thereof.

There are 6 words listed below.  In how many ways can you form a connection of the first word with every other word?

  • reject
  • wheelchair
  • chain
  • boxing
  • shout
  • queen

Being a feisty old lady with a mind of her own, Bella decided to throw a hissy fit and reject the new wheelchair the home had ordered specially made for her. Because….well, because –  it was sadly lacking a chain with which to secure it to the hallway handrails.  (It’s not a bicycle, the nurse patiently explained.  No one will steal it.)  Well, it would definitely make it much more difficult to take wild swings at old Mr. Crouch down the hallway when he annoyed the hell out of her. Sitting in that thing.  Boxing from a wheelchair!  So undignified. (Yes, the nurse had to agree with her on that one.  But perhpas she should consider giving up the boxing matches altogether.)  Bella wanted to shout at the silly woman.  Mr. Crouch would have no excitement in his day at all if he no longer had to figure out new and better ways to avoid her.  But she was being unceremoniously plunked into the chair and strapped up, feet secured on the rests, head supported, butt surprisingly comfy surrounded by all that plush.  The urge to shout was replaced with a rather sudden desire to lift her chin in a regal fashion, look down her nose at her kneeling attendant, and then, as she was being wheeled down the hallway towards the dining room, to lift her hand in a royal wave to Mr. Crouch, cowering in his doorway.  She felt like a queen on a throne. Well, this is quite wonderful she told her nurse.  I’m so glad I thought of it, aren’t you? (Delighted, said the nurse, depositing her at her table and going off to fetch Mr. Crouch now that his nemesis, for the time being at least, had been effectively distracted and disarmed.)

Well, after all that, I don’t think I’ve actually done what they asked me to do, but I’ll humor the feisty old lady in me and let it be.  Because everything I do today is right, remember?  Don’t forget it.  I have a wicked left hook if you do.

Work it Out

HAHA!  Three of my favourite songs to listen to while working out!  What exactly is ‘working out’ again??

I love listening to Queen.  And they have FIVE songs that I think would set the proper mood.

Death on Two Legs

Another One Bites the Dust

Who Wants to Live Forever

Fat Bottomed Girls

Save Me

I’ll be putting those on a workout playlist.  Yes I will. You betcha.  Uh huh uh huh.  Make the rockin’ world go round.

Blue Music

…..easy come, easy go

Little high, little low

Any way the wind blows

Doesn’t really matter to me……

(Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen)

Bohemian Rhapsody

When I’m feeling down….

It’s rare for me to feel down unless I’m sick, or crazily tired, or have run out of coffee beans. And the last thing I’d think of doing when that happens is to pump up the music. Silence and darkness and sleep (and a trip to Starbucks) will make for a cheerier tomorrow.

The world is such a noisy place, sometimes my head pounds with the racket. W. turns on the radio and I switch it off. The tv is in the basement so I rarely hear it. I haven’t downloaded any i-tunes onto my phone yet….maybe I never will. When I lose my hearing I will no doubt be the happiest deaf person alive.

It’s not that I don’t love music; I just don’t want to be bombarded by it all the time. I think Bohemian Rhapsody is the best song ever written. I love Queen and a dozen other groups and artists, but in small doses.

And then there’s the music that can make me laugh – 2nd best song ever written – Always Look on the Bright Side of Life, Monty Python style.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlBiLNN1NhQ

I’m having a better day than these guys! Woohoo!

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