A Special Dinner Fairy Tale Style


Prompt: Tell us about something that happened to you in real life last week — but write it in the style of a fairy tale.

Once upon a time there was a Princess. She had cornflower blue eyes, long blond hair, and was most gracious to all that came upon her. That night she was going for supper with a Prince from Morocco. The prince had curly black hair, long eyelashes, and had slayed many a dragon with his fine sword.

The Prince arrived on time and took the beautiful Princess wearing a lovely pink dress sewn by mice, into his carriage. They arrived at the restaurant Earls and The Prince and Princess were lead to the most sumptuous table in the restaurant.

The Princess ordered the most yummiest Sweet Potatoe fries and the Prince Fetticinie Alfredo with Prawns. He wanted to share his meal withe the Princess but he forgot she didn’t eat sea food. The Prince and Princess talked all dinner long, the Prince coaxing many a smile out of the shy Princess.

Finally, the Princesses dessert arrived: chocolate and Vanilla Gelato with candied pecans and salty carmel sauce. The Princess graciously shared with the Prince and when he became full, she ate the rest of the dessert herself making unprincessly little “mmmm” noises that made the Prince jealous. He kept checking to see if the Princess was finally done with her favourite desert.

Then the Prince whisked the Princess away for a couple of pints and raced her home in his carriage before the clock struck midnight. The clock did strike midnight and the Prince looked up after kissing the Princess to find a tiny glass boot with a zipper on the heel. The Princess or girl as we should call her, was long gone and tucked away in her cozy bed. On the floor lay the other glass boot.

The End

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Rejuvenated


Prompt: Tell us about the last experience you had that left you feeling fresh, energized, and rejuvenated. What was it that had such a positive effect on you?

It’s a bit cliche but the place I feel most fresh, energized, and rejuvenated is the spa. Mind, you not getting my hair done, that ranks right up there with one of the most stressful experiences you can have. But I enjoy going to my favourite spa The Beauty Lounge and getting a massage and facial. Even though a massage maybe a tad hurtful at the the time it is so worth it when you walk out of the spa and your joints and muscles are as butter, loose, slippery, and melting. And a facial is just wonderful too, having your skin deep cleaned and ending with a facial that smells like peaches.

Another set of procedures I like to have done are a manicure, pedicure, and bikini wax. Now you may ask how can waxing be rejuvenating? Well since, I’m use to it and have been doing it for about twelve or thirteen years it hardly hurts, less hair has grown back, and I just feel cleaner with that part of my body done in a regular bikini wax. As for a manicure and pedicure, sitting in that massaging chair is bliss with a green tea. I can pick whatever colour I like and regular nail polish always lasts longer — it especially lasts longer if the mani/pedi is done in gel nails because those last about 3 weeks. I don’t have to worry about any of the steps of a mani/pedi myself someone looks after me and we talk girl talk!

Just to mention, a smart way to go about getting your nails etc done is to wait for deals on groupon or sign up for the store newsletter. I usually get a great deal that way and if every once and awhile I pay full price for a facial, it’s worth it!

Daily Post Photo – New


I love art and painting. Especially vivid layered paintings where you can see the strokes the brush made of paint and the thickness of the paint used. What really draws me to a painting though is that I’m able to see something new in that painting every time I look at it. I may see a stroke of brown one time, an area that it seems the artist forgot to paint ( or maybe not?) another time, and different shades of grey paint going in various directions another time. Even in the simplest of paintings a person can see a million things and each person will see something different then someone else. For these reasons, paintings are always new and fresh to the beholder’s eye.

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Two Different Eyes


Prompt:

You can singlehandedly create a causal relation between two things that are currently unconnected — a word and an emotion, a song and an extreme weather event, wearing a certain color and winning the lottery. What cause would you link to what effect, and why?

Jenny had two different coloured eyes. One was the deepest sapphire blue and the other a magnificent oaky brown with just a hint of olive green stretching out from the pupil. The story goes that when you have two beautiful but varied eyes as Jenny did one can see into the next world, into the future.

From the time she was a toddler, Jenny’s mom, a single parent named Marlene, would bring Jenny to where ever or whom ever she was visiting and Jenny was supposed to say something to her mother’s hosts about some lost loved one or say something about the their future.

Truth be told, Jenny didn’t have to say to much and people would assume she was talking about some dead relative or dog that was trying to reach them through the after life and tell the people that they were okay. Or people might assume whatever they want. Jenny became very gifted at reading people, their emotions, what they wanted to hear, what they liked to hear, and she was a very good listener who picked up on details in conversations and looked at physical details around homes.

Jenny knew none of it was true and by this time she was only 5 years old. But she knew mommy and her needed money to eat and she had to often gone to sleep on an empty tummy. As she became older and went to school she could read her classmates and teachers all who commented on the piercing blue of her one eye and the darkness that overtook the other as she used her talents of perception to tell high school student’s that they might pass or fail if they did this or that. Or that this cheerleader would no longer be a virgin after visiting her boyfriend from another school that week. Student’s held her in reverence because what Jenny told you seemed to always come true even though the simple truth of it was, Jenny could not see into the other world anymore then you or I can.

But there was this one time Jenny was asked a question by a guy. He was a senior and bit like her quiet and kept to himself. The strangest thing about him was that he had one purply-blue eye like a bruise, and the other eye was solid black. No one in the school knew if he was like Jenny. His name was Dex and Dex was in and out of school as he pleased. Although he looked more like a James Dean type, he was extremely smart and passed his classes with barely a scribble. Most of the girls secretly adored him but he never showed any interest, but he liked Jenny.

Corning her in a deserted hallway at the high school one day he tapped Jenny on the shoulder. Her blond hair with pink highlights swung in his direction. ” What would you like?” Jenny muttered in a hurry.

” I have a question” Dex told Jenny with confidence. Jenny held out her hand and Dex stuck $10.00 in it. ” It’s an important question” Dex smiled automatically putting Jenny’s unruly curls behind her ear. ” I want you to tell me where I might be going this weekend and with whom. I need to know if I’ll be as close to this person as I think I might be. I want you to tell me why she lies and why she won’t lie to me?”

” That’s a lot of questions” Jenny said holding out her hand and Dex placed another $10.00 in Jenny’s hand. Inside, Jenny was quaking. She knew you had to be careful of people like Dex, people who could see through lies. She didn’t know what she was going to tell him but when he placed the second $10.00 in her hand he didn’t let go of her hand. He held it tightly in his larger calloused hand and Jenny shivered.

Suddenly, she began to see things she never had before. In her mind she could see her and Dex in his rebuilt 1979 Mustang. They were talking animatedly and later she saw them playing in the water. Dex kissing her and leading her up the stairs to a giant light filled bedroom where he gently held her and became her first. She saw years from now, her and Dex, her belly ripe with child and another little one holding her hand. He had two different coloured eyes. She saw her and Dex holding hands as a middle aged couple, as an elderly couple.

Dex it turned out could actually see what Jenny claimed to and if you would have looked at her then you would have seen something strange happening to Jenny’s brown eye. Sapphire blue was mixing with the brown and shading out Jenny’s oaky eye so her brown eye now looked the same as her blue eye except for a little green near the pupil. ” You won’t lie anymore” will you, Dex asked Jenny. Jenny shook her head, she had seen the change of her eye in her mind as Dex still gripped her hand.

” Did you, can you, see all that?” She asked. Dex nodded letting go of her hand and pushing Jenny’s hair off her white forehead. ” Is it true?” Jenny clambered unsure of herself. Afraid, of being exposed for the first time ever.

” Yes, it’s true if we want it to be” Dex replied. “We always have choices Jenny.” Jenny breathed deeply and let the air out through her disbelieving lips. Dex leaned in and placed a kiss on Jenny’s cheek. ” This next week is Spring break my parents have a cabin? We could go swimming and whatever you like?”

The weekend came and Jenny found herself in the lake swimming with Dex. She laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around him. He tightened his grip on her. How strange she thought. People do actually see the future. She had always thought it was a lie, a game to make money. But now she knew better and was blessed despite her checkered past.

Loving Christmas


Prompt:

The holiday season: can’t get enough of it, or can’t wait for it all to be over already? Has your attitude toward the end-of-year holidays changed over the years?

I’ll admit it! I love Christmas. It is better than your Birthday and better than any other holiday we experience throughout the year. There is something to be said about the uniting of family and friends to share tasty treats or a large delicious meal and coming together and just talking and being one large family. By family I mean, family can be anyone. Family are your closest friends, strangers who have no where else to go for the holiday, your immediate family, and your extended family — relatives you never ever even met before.

So no I can’t get enough of Christmas but the way I look at Christmas has changed. The most memorable Christmas to me as a child was when I woke up earlier then everyone in the house to go see the presents. I wanted a Barbie house so so much! And I woke up and sitting in the living room was this huge box with my name on it. I went back to bed for it was only 5;30 am but I couldn’t sleep. And then around 8 am when we finally opened presents I ripped off the paper of that large box and behold a Barbie house! A beach Barbie house with bedrooms and a dock that we found a blue container that looked just like a pool that Barbie and Ken could jump in. I loved that Barbie house even though through years I grew out of Barbie. But that was the issue, toys and opening presents, and candy use to be important at Christmas.

Now people, conversation, laughter, and memories are the most important things I value from Christmas. Not mention that a little baby named Jesus was born on Christmas to save the world from sin. I’m sad that my boyfriend is working Christmas because this is a message I would like to share with him every chance I get. He is Muslim and has different beliefs then I do. To him, Jesus is a Prophet, and God is not a triune God — Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. So despite loving him I wish he would understand that Christ was born and later died for him too and that he needs saving as much as anyone. But I will get to see him on New Years so I’m just happy about that.

You in 10 Objects


Prompt:
You have to write a message to someone dear to you, telling that person how much he/she means to you. However — instead of words, you can only use 5-10 objects to convey your emotions. Which objects do you choose, and what do they mean?

You are my toastiest, most comfy blanket keeping my heart warm for you though you are far away.
You are the sweet and softly spiced perfume you created for me, a taste of Morocco and your love that I wear at my pulse points.
You are a chunky bracelet you bought for me one birthday, the shiny lucite and glass in geometric simplicity, like the jewelry you wear yourself, now I wear it to.
You are that wonderful Lebanese spice that we coat chicken in, a meal we shared together with cooked vegetables and salad in that special ranch dressing.
You are the number 008, the digits I type to allow you to let me into your place, my second home, and wonderful aromas greet me at the door.
You are an Armani Exchange T-shirt, your most loved brand at a store we stop at almost every time we shop at WEM, to add to your collection another shirt.
You are red sheets, the ones I bought for you, your favourite colour and a softness I come home to when I sleep at your place.
You are a bottle of Perrier, fizzy water, and just right, to taste a bit of soda in a healthy way, it represents how fit you are, how you care about your body.
You are the eyelashes on your deep brown eyes, eyes that see every part of me, and love me just the way I am — giving butterfly kisses with those eyelashes I feel adored in every way.
You are your iPhone, it’s how we maintain our connection, though you are way up North working, you are right next to me in every call, in every text message — we are never apart.

Wanting


Prompt

Which would you prefer wanting everything or wanting nothing?

Would you have all your desires fulfilled or not desire anything? What a tough question to ask. I think when it comes down to it, everyone wants for something. This is a symptom of living in an imperfect world. And I think if you wanted nothing you wouldn’t be human because then you would be perfect.

Maslow has a hierarchy that he says we all need, and subsequently want. Are needs end with self-actualization at the top of the triangle followed by esteem, love or belonging, safety, and physiological needs as our biggest needs on the bottom of the triangle. At any time some of these needs we are in want of because our need is not being achieved. So needs can be wants too. If this is the case, can we help not wanting. Think about needs such as food, shelter, water etc. and ask some people around the world who didn’t have those needs physiological needs if they wanted them. Of course, they would say they are needs that through desire they want and rightly so.

So, I don’t think we can help but want everything because once one need is achieved on Maslow’s hierarchy we want the next category up. And I think it’s like that in life too. Very few people do not want some kind of gift at Christmas and in places where other festive days occur the same issue happens. Once a want/need is fulfilled we move on to wanting something else. We are never happy with what we have for long.

In one of my favourite James Bond movies with Pierce Brosnan, he Bond says, ” The world is not enough.” And I think that explains it best: there’s never enough for us to want and if a lower need is not being met we all of the sudden need and want something that meets those needs before we move up the scale rewanting what we had before.

So if you ask me you may prefer to want nothing but it’s not a realistic goal. To be human is to want and always chase after what we cannot have or hold only for a brief moment.

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Best Piece of Advice I Received that I Wouldn’t Give Now


Prompt:

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received that you wouldn’t give to anyone else? Why don’t you think it would apply to others?

When I was about six or seven years old I use to get bullied at school because I was a pudgy kid. I never received much of any junk food, I ate pretty much organic between our garden at home and my grandparents, and I wasn’t fat — I just hadn’t grown yet. But anyways, my Mom told me one time after a bunch of boys were bullying me verbally to just kick them. It was a good piece of advice and it worked, it always worked.

But times have changed and now the parents and teachers would not say the bully’s deserved to be kicked and that I was just defending myself. Now I would get into trouble for kicking the bully’s and hurting them. It’s a sad reality for kids today. How does one deal with bully’s when telling on them doesn’t work or only gets you beat up worse. Why can’t one defend their self instead of put up with verbal or physical abuse? I really don’t know what people are thinking. Maybe I just should have stayed miserable and waited until I had to change schools? But just the same I wouldn’t give a kid the advice to kick a bully because it could land them in suspension or worse, get them accused of being a bully.

A Tale of Best and Worst Times


Prompt:

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” – Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

When was the last time this quote accurately described your life?

It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when this statement was true for me. There are a few times in my life when I could describe times as being both the best and worst but I believe the most recent time has been the last six years of my life as a whole.

These six years have been the worst of times because I have been battling with a depressive mood disorder and likely Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. The way these diseases have limited my life seem unbelievable to me. I had to give up driving because I cannot pay attention very well and do not have the reflexes I once did. Someday I hope I can just drive to the grocery store or Shoppers Drug Mart and back but that someday isn’t right now.

I use to be an extremely social person and was very close to my friends. Now I feel because of my disease that gap has widened. Partly because I can attend so few events. Night is a difficult time for me so I often can’t go out that late and transportation and money are always an issue because I often do not have money to take a cab both ways or to bus because of energy. I can bus one way in the day usually but I’m just less alert and more fatigued during the night.

Chronic fatigue has also made it impossible for me to exercise at a level where I can lose weight put on from medications and inactivity. I love exercise, I have for a very long time but my body wears out quickly even during 20 minutes of yoga and cardio usually just makes me sick to my stomach and completely wears me out for the rest of the day, especially lately. It is a symptom of CF Syndrome.

Another big issue is that I can usually only concentrate for a couple hours at a time and when I go out I use to be able to do about 4-5 hours but now 3 is all I can handle. Then I go home so exhausted I have to crawl into bed and just sleep for hours, sometimes days. I have malais, which means after a big activity I require often a day or two of recovery time.

Those are the worst of times for me but despite my illness there have been some good times as well. There have been vacations with my Mom and Dad and/or brother to Las Vegas, Anaheim, Phoenix, and Montreal. All of which, despite becoming exhausted by mid-afternoon I have enjoyed so much and have fought to rest up in time at night for dinner and shows.

I have found out who my real friends are because they are the one’s who have stuck by me through thick and through thin. They were there to visit me in the hospital when I was first sick and they are here now with a ride, to share some coffee or wine with, and to invite me out and hang out when we have the time in our busy lives. They understand I need time to rest and cannot make it to every event and they can tell when I have had enough when I’m out with them.

I met my boyfriend A through a dating website called Plenty of Fish. Our first date we went for coffee at the 2nd Cup and went to the movie 21 Jump Street downtown. He has been my guy since and despite the fact we fight and get really mad at each other at times we have been together over three years. At first I was too sick for the first three years of my illness to consider boyfriends but when the time came that I was interested in guys again, he was there.

I have become so much closer to my family both my parents and brothers, and my grandparents, godparents, and extended family. I have learnt that I can rely on them and that we can take care of each other. I have rediscovered religion and the place that has in my life. My illness began with a psychotic episode in which I was so afraid I was separated from God and experiencing Hell. So, I’m grateful to be able to say I truly believe in God and his son Jesus and have no desire to be a part from them but to share them with others who want that. I have learnt not to be so selfish but to talk to others whether they are strangers who just need a smile or friends who I have not seen in ages.

This is why the past 6 years have been the best years of my life. And I think If I’m truthful, the best of times would not be the best without having those bad times.

Desert Island


Daily Prompt:

We’ve all been asked what five objects we’d take with us to a desert island. Now it’s your best friend’s (or close relative’s) turn to be stranded: what five objects would you send him/her off with?

If my relative was stranded on a desert island I would give them these 5 objects: a machete, a water canteen, some blankets, a way to purify their water so like little capsules that did that, and soap with sunscreen it it. I’m going to assume for this situation sake, that none of the items I gave my relative ever run out, especially the tablets that purify the water, and the soap with sunscreen in it. A machete would be for chopping through jungle growth, cutting down leaves and branches to make a shelter, cutting up wood for a fire, and for hunting small animals for dinner. The canteen would be for putting purified water in of course and the soap with sunscreen would protect you from the sun and keep you clean because I don’t know about you but I would hate to be so dirty all the time for a long time. Also, the blankets would keep you warm by the ocean at night. I’d like to also include a big box of matches that don’t run out but I’m over my 5 items.