Dream Traveler ~ The Wanderer

Dream Traveler

Blogging 201 daily prompt

The Wanderer
Tell us about the top five places you’ve always wanted to visit. GO!

The one place I would love to visit, even possible live in is Alaska. There is still wilderness where nature still rules and man is but a guest. Also it very rarely gets hot.

Seattle I hear it rains a lot and sometimes one can see the northern lights. I love the rain it makes me feel nice and cozy.

Sweden would be nice to visit, they have ice hotels. The craftsmanship would be amazing to see. And isn’t hat where the Vikings came from? I can see myself with one of those hot brutes.

Venice, Italy it must be romantic, exciting and fun to live surrounded by water. To wake in the morning and look out your window to see the sun rising over water.

For my fifth place is hard to choose. I would love to see the pyramids in Egypt. A trip to Hawaii would be nice. Isn’t that paradise on earth? Africa would be an exciting destination I would love to travel through the jungle and see wild animals. Japan with it unique trees, plants and beautiful mountains. Oh yea the Antarctica would be a great place to visit, the challenge of living in extreme freezing weather.

There are so many beautiful and exciting places to visit in this vast world I could never narrow it down to just five. I didn’t mention Australia, New Zealand, Tibet or Brazil. There are so many extraordinary places. But I would probably never see any of them if I can drive, take a boat or train to reach there. No one will ever convince me to board a plane and fly the sky.

I’m a Lover Not a Fighter ~ Showdown at Big Sky

Showdown at Big Sky
How do you handle conflict? Boldly and directly? Or, do you prefer a more subtle approach.

I raised my kids to be aggressive and outspoken. I may have created monsters because they are very aggressive. I did so because I was a scary cat. My brother use to hide in wait to jump out and yell “BOOO” at me. Despite me knowing he was there I would still jump. My grand kids like to put rubber bugs near me and say look Gramma and I jump. If a car back fires outside I jump. Scary cat, that’s me. But not as scared as I was when I was young.

I had three physical fights growing up. I tell this story all the time. Three fights and three ass kicking’s. It wasn’t that I couldn’t fight. The same brother who would jump out and scared me taught me how to fight. I use to flip his friends on the ground and I had a good right punch. I was scared of hurting anyone. So I avoided conflict. My ex and I had a physical confrontation once night when he came in. He had me pinned to the floor somehow I got my legs between us then my feet on his chest. I’ll never forget his eyes opened as wide as the O his lips made as he went flying across the room.

My grandchildren are subject to bullying because they too, avoid conflict. They fight among each other yet they back each other if they someone bothers them in the street. My oldest grandson paid a bully five dollars to leave his friend alone. The bully took g-son’s money, wallet and beat him and the friend up anyway. These kids are high school boys and my grandson is in junior high, (middle school). My daughter put g-son in gym where he’ll learn boxing. If it was me I would have gone to the police.

Wait I did have a situation like that when I was a kid. There were a group of girls that wanted to beat me up because I was supposed to be messing with one of their friend’s boyfriend. But the truth of the matter it was the 70’s and there was racism among dark and light skin blacks. I was light skin. My hair is what they like to call good hair. These girls were dark and jealous. I was scared to go anywhere. I didn’t tell my mother or anyone else for that matter. I just tried to avoid them. I went with my brother, his wife and my boyfriend to the park. I didn’t know this is where those girls hung out. They came over and I went over to my brother and his wife. My brother argued with them and they back down. My boyfriend ignored the whole thing and he was the one they wanted to beat me up over. But after this day it all fizzled out.

I really don’t know how I avoided conflict. After that incident I became a 70’s pot head and life was just one high after another. We spent out days smoking, laughing and having unsafe sex.

Today I find I get annoyed easily and a lot. I snap at people. Maybe I’m just turning into a cranky old lady. I try to breathe and tell myself it doesn’t matter, because really it doesn’t. I get annoyed with rude and vain people. People who think they know what they are talking about and they don’t. Something inside me just snaps. I don’t like it. I use to be the one to smile and tell people forget about it.

Because the Night ~ 24 Hour Creature

Because the Night
Are you a night owl or are you the early bird? What’s your most productive time of day? When do you do your best work?

When I worked I was a morning person. I worked with the Post Office the last few years of my employment. I loved to get there as early as six-thirty in the morning and be off at three in the afternoon. I was always the one willing to take the morning shifts when it was required. My career was in Homecare one person was required to be in a half hour early to take care of the cases the aids called out on. I was the person always willing to go in early. I was always on time always.

Now that I no longer work I am a twenty-four hour creature. I get in bed as early as six in the evening. I may doze off, wake and watch a show, check FB or emails from my blog or play a little scrabble. When the early morning comes say around two or three. Inspiration hits and I type beginnings of poems, sometimes complete poems on my tablet. Since I don’t work I can go back to sleep and stay in bed all day. Only I need to get up and take medication.

Now when I have physical task to do, like shopping, cleaning or doctor’s appointment early morning is best time. If it’s creative stimulation it’s the wee hours of morning. My creativity wakes when the world sleeps.

In conclusion I am a night owls sometimes and sometimes and early bird.

©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 4/22/14

Dust in the Wind ~ When I’m gone

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Dust in the Wind
Have you made your bucket list? Now’s the time — write about the things you want to do and see before you become dust in the wind.

Commercial ~ While visiting with the geandkids for Spring break my laptop was infected with a virus. I cleaned the virus but I still need to wipe out the computer and reinstall drivers. This has made me fall behind on the Blogger 201 post. The above is Sunday’s prompt. I will catch up on emails and start reading the other participants of Bloggers of 201

When I’m gone

I can create a shopping list of things I would like to do or have before I leave this earth but those things won’t make my death sweeter. The one thing I would like to accomplish is having published a novel that becomes a number one New York Times Best Seller. That is all I ever wanted. Read the rest of this entry »

Living for the Weekend ~ Saturday Night



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Saturday Night
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT! What’s your favorite way to spend Saturday night?

I use to live for the weekend. As a kid mom use to buy chips, ice cream sandwiches and soda for our Saturday night picnic in front of the TV and invite Doris Day or Elvis Presley into our living room. I remember watching “It’s a Mad, Mad, World”. My sister and I would be in our pajamas and lay the floor on top of a homemade blanket and foam pillows my aunt made for us. I tried to give my kids the same experience. Only I went to Block Buster to rent the newest movie out. Sometimes on Fridays I would wait at the counter and ask people what they were returning, I wanted to see the Abyss and I waited almost two hours for someone to return it.
As a teenager I would go wherever the party was. If there wasn’t a party we use to hang out in the ‘buildings’. Up the block from my house was an apartment building and we use to meet up in the stairwell and smoke our joints and drink cheap wine or beer.
When my kids got their own lives I started hanging out with my girlfriend I spoke about in the post. You Sexy Thing – Coming Out http://wp.me/p28tjX-15 If money was short we would just get a bottle, some drugs and hang out at someone’s house. When she moved I met a friend that hung out at this local bar. That was fun. The Saturday bar tenders only mission was to have that bar parting no matter what time of the day it was. It was like bar in the show ‘Cheers’ where everyone knows your name. Only we were loud and rowdy drunks. I enjoyed hanging out there. We laughed, had parties where we all made dishes. If someone was out of hand the cops and correction officers who hung out at the bar would put them . . . no toss them out. We made sure those who were so drunk that they forgot their own names got a ride home. We were strangers who became family. I visit once and a while and I’m still treated as family. Occasionally my birthday has fallen on Super bowl Sunday when it does I go in to enjoy the crowed that comes in to watch the game.
When I worked I lived for the weekend. Now that I am retired, Saturday is like any other day unless I have plans, like visiting the grand kids, a family gathering or some special function. If not I still like to have junk food and a good movie. I may rent something from ‘On Demand’ since some of the new releases are on sale. Tonight I’m with the grandchildren and I’m going to bake a cake for Easter. I want to prepare the carrots and string beans for tomorrow too. So all I have to do is put them on the stove. I know real exciting.

Super Granma or Stupid Granma

Take a Chance on Me
What’s the biggest chance you ever took? Did it work out? Do tell!


I don’t take chances or I’m too tired to think of one. I consider spending this week with my grandchildren a chance. It’s a chance to spend quality time with the loves of my life. It’s a chance to me because it’s going on six years since I was diagnosed with lupus. I tire easy and over working can push me into a flare. But I’m taking this chance out of love. It is nine o’clock at night I am in extreme pain and exhausted. I’m taking this time that I should be sleeping to submit my blog entry for Blogging 201.
I arrived at my daughter’s last Friday to spend the week taking care of my grandchildren. The following is what my week has been like.


Super gramma or stupid gramma? I went to the supermarket, returned to daughter’s house. Put the food away, cleaned and seasoned roasting chicken for Sunday’s dinner and chicken breast for Tuesday’s dinner. I sprayed oven cleaner in the oven and choked. I wiped the oven out then cut up onion, peppers and garlic. I cut cheese for bake mac n cheese. I cut up fresh broccoli. Wait for Chicken to finish cooking. My daughter’s oven is tiny so I had to wait for the chicken to finish cooking before the mac and cheese could go in. Peas and rice was done so was the broccoli. I only had four hours sleep this morning. I took a oxycodone and waited for my Sunday shows and dinner to be done. We ate around ten thirty that night. So tell me super or stupid gramma?


I hated math when I was learning it. I hated it when my kids were learning it. Guess what? I still hate it when my grandkids are learning it. Meters convert to inches. Ugh! 90 degree angles or 98. Double Ugh! And this new thing with finding the perimeter of the problem Sharia was working, which diagram best describes it. I am so thankful for Google to teach me to teach them. And the ones I just can’t figure out, they have other adults to help them. I just want him to finish his homework package quick so I can be done. We are half way there that’s 1/2.


After cleaning  I washed g-daughter’s hair and corn-rolled it. Later I fried chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes and opened a can of peas. This was probably the easiest day.  I use a c-pap when I sleep. It’s for sleep apnea. I didn’t bring it with me so when I do get to sleep I wake up often. I also sleep on the couch. I’ve been averaging four hours of sleep a night.


My ten-year old granddaughter has been told repeatedly to clean her room. She spends all day and night and the room looks the same. On this day around ten thirty in the morning I went in G-daughter’s room to help. She had clothes she hasn’t worn since she was a toddler. There were storage containers that belonged in the kitchen. Empty cereal boxes and the girls scout cookies, her mother’s was missing. They were empty of course. Empty water bottles, juice bottles and chip bags. We filled a garbage bag up to my waist. It was four thirty when we were finally finished. After my yelling, complaining and chastising her for the mess she had in her room. After her pouting and being ready to cry at times she came over to me.  I was sitting recouping from cleaning  that disaster area. She took her little arms and wrapped them around my neck and said, “you’re the best gramma.” Worth all the fussing.


The children and I went to the supermarket. I brought food for that night, Friday night and for Sunday, Easter. Again I was working on four hours sleep. We put the food away and I made them hamburger helper with ground turkey. Grandad who usually takes care of the children since my daughter is on-call twenty-four seven. He asked me to watch the kids over the weekend. I decided to stay the week since they were on spring break and g-son number 2 needs some help with his behavior and studies. Grandad was supposed to return Monday but the days got mixed up and he returned this night.


Kids and I went to the ninety-nine cents store for a roasting pan. We went to two of them and neither had what I needed so we went to Sears. It was equivalent of a six block walk  and seven in total when I returned to the house. I purchased my pan and a hand mixer since the one my daughter had broken when I was making the mashed potatoes. I went back to Stop and Shop supermarket to get the few things I forgot the day before. We returned home and I finished cleaning the shrimps and breaded them for dinner. I de-boned the leg of lamb, washed it, seasoned it and tied it together. I wrapped it and stored it in the frig for Sunday’s dinner. I then fried some of the shrimps and sautéed the others with peppers, onions and garlic. I fed the kids and now I’m typing this. I have two more days before  I go home. That’s Monday morning. I will succeed in this chance I took.
You wonder what chance I took. All that I did this past week is more than I’ve done in the year. I took the chance to spend time with my grandchildren. Cleaning, shopping and cooking all with limited sleep and with the risk of having a lupus flare. I considered this a chance that I will be successful with.


I would spend some time reading emails but exhaustion has kicked in. I checked for errors but I can’t keep my eyes open. So please excuse me if there are boo-boos.


Thanks for reading.

Rich and Creamy

Today’s blogging 201 prompt is Junk Food Junkie -What’s your biggest junk food weakness? Tell us all about it in its sugary, salty, glory.

In the summers my sister and I would go to the day camp where my mother worked. After work Mom would take us to that new ice cream place, Baskin Robins with thirty-one flavors. Mom would get black cherry with thick as molasses hot fudge and a mountain of fluffy white whip cream topped with a sweet oozing cherry. I tasted it and it was heavenly. My sister she would try different flavors but became partial to mint chocolate chip, and bubble gum flavor. They were tempting especially when she finished the bubble gum ice cream she would have a mouth full of gum. I ordered the same flavor every time Jamoca on a sugar cone. That was just a fancy name for coffee ice cream. Mom would tell the guy to let me taste all these different flavors. Many of them were good but they were just teases. Even the vanilla which was my favorite before coffee didn’t thrill me like the Jamoca. I would savor every lick, letting the cold ice cream slowly melt in my mouth. I would close my eyes and let my tongue every oozing drip trickling down my cone.

Today I eat different flavors, salted caramel with soft hard caramel chunks that I suck until they’re free of ice cream then I savor every morsel. I eat Chocolate, chocolate chip, vanilla bean, caramel de luce, chocolate fudge, cookies and cream, oh the list can on. I especially love the Gelatos’ many companies make them now but my favorite is Talenti. I have some pistachio in the freezer now to savor tonight while I enjoy my prime time shows. Mom would be so proud that I now try a variety of flavors.

Actually I love anything that is smooth and creamy that teases and tantalize every inch of my mouth with my guilty pleasure. Tapioca pudding, I suck the little balls clean. Flan I learned how to make my own. I make a very simple one and one with cream cheese and sweet condense milk. I make it with extra sugar melted on the bottom so I can suck that burnt sugar like a lollipop. There’s this deli that sells this almond cake that has lighter than air almond flavor pudding in the center and a whip cream frosting with sliced of almonds sprinkled on the top. I tell you that cake is better than sex. I buy two or three slices at a time so I can enjoy them for a couple of evenings.
almond cake
Well that’s my junk food Jones even though there are many creamy things I indulge in.

All images were found on Google.




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