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July 22, 2015 I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done. I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them. I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC. |
| The Wildcard Round! Today's winner from, from the Virtual Dice, will receive a Family MB! Share a funny story about growing up with one of your siblings. If you're an only child...how do you imagine you might playfully torment a younger brother or sister? My step brother was several years younger than I was. He was inclined to follow me around if he was bored. He always wanted what I had. He wanted my seat if we were watching TV. The last cookie in the cookie jar. You know, the little kid syndrome, the older sibling rivalry cause. One day, I was especially fed up with him so I began to call him King Danny. Some how I had latched onto a particular word that irritated him. All day I would spout phrases like, Oh, King Danny wants someone to open the door for him. Or, King Danny wants a glass of water. By the end of the day Danny was wailing shut-up, stop calling me King Danny. I said, Yes your highness, King sir. My step mom was flipping by the time my dad came home from work. When she told the story to Dad he just said, Judy don't do that any more. So, I quit. But, was smiling for the next day or two cause the little twerp left me alone. Younger children and older children growing up together are the fulfillment of the word riot.  Words of wisdom to parents taking on children with 6 years or more between them, play soothing music and dance a lot.  |
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