Black Cat Blue Sea Award #awards 


Thanks to Miriam Hurdle from The Showers of Blessing for nominating me for this award. Please check-out her lovely blog! 


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RULES:

1. Thank the nominator who nominated you.


2. Answer 3 questions asked by the nominator.

3. Nominate 8 fellow bloggers (were doing 3). 

4. Ask 3 questions to the nominees

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Three Questions From Miriam: 

1. What is your most memorable moment?

I think different moments are memorable at certain times. I think the one which sticks out most was the second last time I saw my Grandpa E. He grabbed my hand as I hugged him and asked if he still had a little girl to sit on his lap. He was gripping my hand tightly and suddenly, I remembered being a girl of three-years old sitting on my Grandpa’s lap as he drove his tractor to mow the grass: 

He told me, “Someday Grandpa won’t have a little girl,to sit on his lap.” I smiled at him. I remember wanting to make him smile. Grandpa was serious. I told him, “You’ll always have a little girl to sit on your lap.” I remember the brightest smile on his face. 

And as he lay dying I repeated that line from long ago to him. He dropped my hand and smiled. The effort grasping my hand had worn him out. 

2.When was your last time of having tears of joy?

I don’t recall honestly. Maybe when the Oilers made the Stanley Cup Final in 2006. But that was a long time ago. 

3. What do you like the best about blogging?

Sharing my writing. It relaxes me and allows me to have a creative outlet. I like interacting with other bloggers and seeing my writing and others writing improve over time. 

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My Three Questions:

1. Did you ever have a favourite pet growing up or later on? 

2. Do you blog to write or write to blog, or do you have some other purpose for blogging? 

3. What’s your favourite colour and why? 

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Nominees: 

1. Louise – StoryTellers Abode

2. Sandra – What Sandra Thinks

3. Michael

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If you want to participate please do. If not it’s all good.

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©Mandibelle16.(2016) All Rights Reserved. 

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Three Quotes, Three Days Challenge #quotes 


Thank you to Lady Lee Manila for tagging me for the quote challenge. I don’t have time to do three quotes for the next three days, but I will give you nine quotes all at once with nine nominees. It’s up to you if you want to participate. 

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Rules of the challenge:

1.Three quotes for three days.

2.Three nominees each day (no repetition).

3.Thank the person who nominated you.

4. Inform the nominees.

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Nominees: 
1. Emily

2. Christopher

3. Sonny

4. Chioma

5. Single In The Suburbs

6.Joan

7. Lynn

8. JoyRoses

9. Colin

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

#OctPoWriMo – Day 22 – Blitz Poem – “Chances Anew” #amwriting #poetry


Day 22 Prompt: Dangerous
“Some things are obviously dangerous, like walking too close to a cliff, and other things, not so much. Free write for ten minutes exploring what is obviously dangerous, not so much, and what dangerous means to you. You could turn this into a rant poem, especially given the times.”

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http://www.getaway2thegods.com

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There is always present danger

There is always a need for caution

Caution is necessary 

Caution keeps us alive

Alive isn’t enough

Alive means we need to be safe

Safe is a cloudy dream

Safe is an illusion

Illusions we love because they hide cold hard facts

Illusions keep us content

Content is all we can ask to be 

Content not to be in danger

Danger hides and danger runs

Danger is wicked and tricky

Tricky because danger is not not upfront

Tricky because danger bides its time

Time waiting to harm us 

Time waiting to strike and destroy

Destroying lives with vengeance

Destroying hearts with humourless mirth

Mirth –does it exist in harsh circumstances? 

Mirth is it possible when tomorrow could be–

Be the end of life’s dreams? 

Be the end of life without heart sight? 

Sight to see the world shatter as glass

Sight to see how lost we are in the world 

World where we wander feeling hopeless

World where we’re crushed by despair 

Despair slips in and brings us to tears

Despair is a weapon danger employes

Employes to target are last reserves

Employes as those serving him as soldiers

Soldiers, mercenaries, to do the bloody work

Soldiers blinded by their own greed

Greed for money until it’s set a flame

Greed for money, not seeing  –it’s only paper

Paper, the German Mark in the 1930’s, in suitcases 

Paper marks, thousands were worthless

Worthlessness, don’t ever feel unwanted

Worthful, you’re as precious stones

Stones judgemental people throw

Stoning the accused sinner

Sinners we all are, it can’t be helped

Sinner –let he with the least sin cast the stone first 

 First you must smile and gather your hope

First be glad, life has new beginnings

Beginnings are new chances 

Beginnings are for real, life arises anew

Chances . . . 

Anew. . . 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Three Line Tales: Missed The Rocks #3LineTales #fiction 


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting a#3LineTales:

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Credit: William Bout

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Darkness was stealing the light of day, taking my weary breath away; I prayed while the cold, careless ocean ripped my feet from the pathway of stone I stumbled down, attempting to reach the lighthouse door. 

The storm raged and the sound of thunder, a giant drum rumbled and the clash of lightening frightened me; but above me the lighthouse torch glimmered, a shining beacon glowing in the dark for any passing ship –in my heart grew hope dimly. 
I wondered how the Captain of the grand ship approaching, could see when the night was black and the shadow seemed to overcome us both; but I, as was the ships Captain, was blind to think darkness could swallow light; as the gleam of the lighthouse blended with the dawn, I was thankful to have survived a dreadful night, stuck outside the lighthouse door, no one to hear my quivering knocks; the storm surrounded me and roared while I witnessed the grand ship barely miss the rocks — the lighthouse torch grew brighter, just in time. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Blogger’s Pit Stop #46 – The Blogger’s Lifestyle


Share your posts on the bloggers pit stop!!

Blogger’s Pit Stop #46 Bring a post and engage with others, share, learn, charge your blogging battery add some inspiration to the mix and it’s a good time.

Source: Blogger’s Pit Stop #46 – The Blogger’s Lifestyle