Word Of The Day – Schmutzwortsuche — sparksfromacombustiblemind

The Word of the Day is Schmutzwortsuche. Yeah, you read it right. It’s what many of us do, given that we’ve a lot of time on our hands and are bored. Well I do anyway! Write a Poem, story or anecdote, inspired by this word. Please create a ping back to your post by including […]

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Smorgasbord Laughter Lines – August 11th 2020 – Hosts Debby Gies and Sally Cronin — Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Firstly, with the results of sleuthing on the Internet are some funnies from Debby Gies followed by some jokes from Sally. D.G. Writes is where you will find an archive full of wonderful posts across several subjects including writing tips, social issues and book reviews. Thanks to Debby for finding this treasures… please give her […]

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Smorgasbord Laughter Lines – Some life lessons from the Archives.. and a joke.. — Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

and now for that joke…. The Job Applicant A local business was looking for office help. They put a sign in the window, stating the following: “HELP WANTED: Must be able to type, must be good with a computer and must be bilingual. We are an Equal Opportunity Employer. A short time later, a […]

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#20 SENIOR SALON 2018 — Esme Salon

Welcome to #20 SENIOR SALON 2018 Linkup will Start: July 30, 2018, 02:00 am and Ends: Aug 3, 2018, 8:00 pm PDT (Pacific Daylight Time). Add a link of a POST by hitting the Blue “Add your link” button at the end of this post. #20 SENIOR SALON… The post #20 SENIOR SALON 2018 appeared first on Esme…

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Coping with DID: “I love All of You” — Art by Rob Goldstein

Dissociative identity disorder is as a childhood onset, complex-post traumatic disorder in which the child is unable to consolidate a unified sense of self. Detachment from emotional and physical pain during repeated traumatic events results in alterations in the way the brain encodes memory. This leads to fragmentation and gaps in memory. Exposure to repeated […]

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Smorgasbord Afternoon video – Dogs making us laugh…. — Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life

Funny Pets

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Monday Funnies… — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

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Our House

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In response to The Daily Post writing prompt “Our House”

Our house, was a very, very, fine house, I thought. The center of my world….a small, white frame house surrounded by a picket fence sitting under a huge shade tree.  For many years it was a three-room house till Daddy added two bedrooms and a screened-in back porch to accommodate his growing family.  I played in the deep, soft sand with my brother and sister on hot summer days. Honey-colored pine floors warmed the rooms, walls covered in cedar paneling.  Yellow and green tiles in an alternating pattern covered the kitchen floor.  The stove, with a pan of left-over biscuits for snacks, its door propped up with a stick, stood at one end of the kitchen, the refrigerator at the other, while cabinets ran along the outside wall.  We all crowded around a red dinette set with a high chair…

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Fried Chicken Gizzard and Cheddar Cheese Sandwich

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Well, I Never….”

Long, long ago when I was a but child-bride, I yearned to please my handsome husband so I dreamed of concocting hearty breakfasts, luscious lunches, and delightful dinners.  This wasn’t to be.  We had wisely married while still in college so were in possession of two things money couldn’t buy, abject poverty and true love.  We were just scraping by.  After about two weeks, about all we had left in the refrigerator was a half-loaf of bread, mustard, a couple of lonely, frozen chicken gizzards, and an old, dry sliver of cheddar cheese.  I fried those chicken gizzards up nice and hard, sliced them as thin as possible, added the slivered cheddar cheese and sat down with My Darling to enjoy the amazing delicacy.  It was the worst thing I ever tried to eat.  The piquant taste of overdone…

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