Writing Prompt #39 – Favorite Food

If I were to choose my one Favorite Food…

That on which I could live on for the rest of my life, it would have to be either fruit or chocolate…  Hey, no one said it had to be healthy 😝😋.

Writing Prompt 37 – Favorite Cereal

I fear I’m a tad behind on these prompts…  This one is actually from March 07…  Favorite Cereal

We really don’t eat much cereal around here anymore….  I’d say Cheerios are a family favorite as well as Captain Crunch.  We’ve been staying away from cereal, especially the sugary kinds due to the hubby’s diabetes (not to say we’re perfect in the whole “healthy dieting” thing.

What is your favorite cereal?  Join the prompt.

My Dream Three Course Meal

What would my three course dream meal look like?

For Starters, I’d have a tray of various kinds of fruits and probably some vegetables along with some dips to go with.

The Main Dish would probably be some kind of Surf and Turf type deal with Poultry, Beef, and some Seafood (No shellfish, no pork).  I’d include gravies or appropriate sauces.

For Dessert, I’d have a variety of cakes & pies – Only because I can’t choose.

Coming Storm (Friday Fiction Story)

I haven’t done Rochelle’s Friday Fiction in a while…  Been involved in other things and the times I do get to blogging have been taken up with other blogging endeavors, but this one just spoke to me begging me to give it a go so here’s my story (I’m hoping my word count is okay.  It said 109, but it was still saying that after making changes so I don’t know – I know it’s higher with this lead in:

photo used with implied permission for sole purpose of this prompt only (source credit goes to Kelly sands)

Katie looked up at the storm clouds gathering over head.  Looked like another late afternoon thunderstorm was on it’s way.   She worked quickly to gather up the laundry she had put earlier to dry, knowing that the rains could come at any moment.  Already the winds were picking up making the branches of the trees sway.  Such was life during Monsoon Season.  You just never knew when the proverbial bucket was going to be overturned…  Never knew when a flash flood was around the corner.  Just in time, Katie got the last of the laundry inside just as the downpour started and the thunder and lightening began in earnest.

#Writing101: Twelve Year Old Perspective.

Dear Jo Jo,

Trying a little something different for today’s Writing Prompt 101 Assignment rather than a “story” my story

Our english teacher said that we’re suppose to write in a journal everyday.  We’re even suppose to give our journal a name, but I’m terrible with coming up with names so I just decided on “Jo Jo”.  Journal —  Jo —  Jo Jo.  That’s as creative as I can get.  I know a lot of the other girls are probably coming up with cute girly names, like Felicia or Bonnie or Melanie.  Something like that, but none of that sounds right to me and I can’t think of anything I like, so Jo Jo it is.

Today we were given the prompt to write about what would be our most favorite game to play with friends…  The problem is that I don’t have any friends.  Not really.    Sure some of the girls are nice to me.  Some are down right mean and look down there noses at me.   I know that it’s because of the way I dress – tom-boyish.  My clothes aren’t all frilly and fluffy.    Second hand, raggedy, jeans and t-shirts, perhaps a plain jumper, is really all mom can afford to get me.  To be honest it suits me fine.  I don’t care for all the fancy clothes anyway.  I prefer my jeans and t-shirts.  I can run, jump and all that better if I’m wearing jeans than if I were to be dressed.  Besides, I couldn’t go climbing and jumping over fences if I were in a dress, could I?!?  But even the girls that are nice to me don’t go out of their way to include me in anything.  Sure they smile and say “Hi” and all that, but that’s it.   Even if I am a tom-boy and not into all the girly things, it would still be nice to be included…  I don’t think the girls would be all that interested in playing games like chase.  I can play chase as good as any of the guys, but I don’t think the boys like the idea of a girl being able to beat them at their own game.

The teacher is  back up at the front of the class calling “time” and telling us to put our journals’s away…  So I guess this is good-bye for now Jo Jo.  Actually, I kind of like that name, Jo Jo… 

Not sure that/if I captured the perspective of a twelve year old…  It’s been a few years…  And I think I rambled a bit — I do that kind of thing sometime (LOL).

Bye for now Jo Jo,  

Margaret (Betty) Sue