Weekend Trek

“Okay,” Jake shouted. “As your scout leader and mentor, it’s my job to make sure that you are all prepared for this trek. I can see that you all have suitable footwear, so that’s taken care of.”

Jake looked around at the eager hikers. “Simon, you have the compass, right? We need to make sure we are headed in the right direction.”

“Check!” yelled Simon, proudly holding up his compass.

“Jimmy,” Jake said, “You’ve got the food, right?”

“You betcha, boss,” Jimmy responded, holding a duffle bag.

“Tommy,” You’re the water boy, so you’ve got the extra canteens, right?” Jake asked.

“That I am, sir,” Tommy said.

“And, Joe, you got the bazooka, right? Jake asked.

Simon, Tommy, and Jimmy looked at one another, each wondering why they would need a bazooka for a weekend hike. They all looked over at Joe.

Joe pointed to a backpack on the ground next to his feet. He opened it up, reached in, and grabbed a handful of wrapped bubble gum and threw a few pieces to each of the other scouts. “Yessiree,” he said. “My nickname, after all, is Bazooka Joe and you’re my gang!”966C02CB-6FB8-47F6-9427-65D57D17F891

Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (mentor), Weekly Prompts (footwear), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (compass), and Word of the Day Challenge (bazooka).

The Best Laid Plans

791B2402-2A36-443B-B3E2-5D8DE08F01FAJoyce was very pleased with herself, nodding her head in approval. She looked at the smoked salmon pieces laid atop of the cream cheese on the crackers that she had carefully prepared and arranged. “Good job,” she said to herself.

Maxwell, Joyce’s latest boyfriend, was coming over for afternoon tea and would be bringing his young son and daughter from his previous marriage. It would be her first time meeting his children since her whirlwind romance with Maxwell began two months earlier.

Joyce was excited when she heard the doorbell ring, and ran to the door and flung it open. “Welcome,” she said in a singsong voice. She looked at the eight year old boy and the five year old girl, and was surprised to see the little girl holding a kitten.

Maxwell, noticing the look of shock on Joyce’s face, leaned in, kissed her on the cheek, and said, “Vicky wouldn’t come over if I didn’t let her bring Mr. Paws. They’re inseparable. I hope it’s okay.”

“Of course it is,” Joyce said, not meaning it. “It’s so nice to meet you and Mr. Paws, Vicky.” And then she turned to the boy and said, “You must be Brian. Please won’t you all come in?”

“Where are the cupcakes?” Brian demanded to know. “Dad said we were coming over for tea and cupcakes.”

Joyce gave Maxwell a questioning look. “I said we were coming here for tea and snacks,” Maxwell tried to explain. “I guess he assumed that meant cupcakes, since that is what his mother used to serve with afternoon tea.”

Joyce looked at Brian and said, “We’re having smoked salmon bites. I’m sure you’ll love them.”

Brian ran into the dining room just ahead of Vicky, who was still clutching Mr. Paws. Brian started to reach for one of the smoked salmon crackers, when Vicky objected. “Hey,” she yelled, “I saw that first.”

“Did not,” Brian said, pushing his sister away from the table, causing Vicky to drop Mr. Paws.

Suddenly Joyce and Maxwell heard the sound of something crashing to the floor and breaking coming from the dining room. They exchanged glances and ran into the dining room to find that Mr. Paws was feasting upon the smoked salmon bites.

Joyce screamed and tears started streaming down her from her eyes. “This is total chaos,” she shouted as she batted Mr. Paws off the table and tried to salvage what the cat hadn’t already eaten.

Vicky kicked Joyce in the shin, started to howl, and went running after the cat. Brian then began complaining, once again, that there were no cupcakes. Joyce was not the type who did well in face of mayhem. She told Maxwell to take his kids and the cat and to leave.

Once Maxwell, his kids, and the cat were gone, and she had calmed down, Joyce picked her phone and called her best friend. When her friend asked her how the afternoon tea with Maxwell and his kids, Joyce said and said, “You’ve heard about best laid plans, right?”

Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “cupcake,” “kitten,” and “romance.” And for Teresa’s Prompts using the photo and the line, “I saw that first.” And for Your Daily Word Prompt (mayhem).
Photo credit: PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay.

3-2-1 Quote Me! — Look Inward

611e4e03-8fad-4139-bfb8-ea2fce3e71a1.jpegThe king of interesting prompts, Rory, has created another one of his 3-2-1 Quote Me! prompts, this time about Inner Beauty, and has tagged me.

According to Rory, I’m supposed to:

  1. Thank the Selector
  2. Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
  3. Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’

So here goes. Thanks Rory!

Quote 1 from an anonymous source:
3A500FC5-0C1C-4FDE-B04B-F4EF7A327E59Quote 2, also from an anonymous source.071A20EE-E73E-4CA5-BD9A-ACFA8251CC74Okay, now I’m supposed to tag three other bloggers to come up with their own two quotes about inner beauty. So who shall I tag?

Laura at Lauravent69.
John at The Magic Shop.
Carol Anne at Therapy Bits.

Of course, participation, while encouraged, is optional.

Image at top from Creation Begins at ArtPal.com.

Transparently Opaque

Opposite word of opaque and transparentDonald Trump has claimed that he is “the most transparent president and administration in the history of our country by far.”

Really? If he’s so transparent, why has he blocked the Treasury Department from turning over his tax returns to Congress?

Why is he attempting to block subpoenas from Congress for current and former members of the White House staff or cabinet members? Like former White House security clearance chief, Carl Kline, who inappropriately reversed career officials’ decisions to deny some advisers security clearances, including Trump’s daughter Ivanka and son-in-law Jared Kushner. And like former White House Counsel, Don McGahn, who allegedly refused to carry out Trump’s direct order to fire Special Counsel Robert Mueller.

Why would he vow to resist every subpoena from House Democrats investigating his administration and to fight any effort by them to impeach him?

Why has he initiated a lawsuit against Deutsche Bank and Capital One, attempting to block them from complying with subpoenas to turn over many of his financial records to Congress?

Why does he hold meetings with autocratic world leaders like Vladimir Putin and Kim Jong-un and insist that no other American officials attend those meetings?

My guess is that Donald Trump doesn’t understand the meaning of the word “transparent.” Either that or he is confusing that word with it’s exact opposite, “opaque.”

Do you remember when Trump met with Putin in Helsinki and was asked by the press about Russian interference in the 2016 election?Trump said, “President Putin says it’s not Russia. I don’t see any reason why it would be.”

And do you remember when he came back from Helsinki and got a shitload of flack for taking Putin’s word over what his national security advisors were telling him? And so he said, “The sentence should have been, ‘I don’t see any reason why it wouldn’t be Russia.’”

I think that’s what happened in this case, too. What Trump probably meant to say was that he is “the most opaque president and administration in the history of our country by far.”

One-Liner Wednesday — Fighting Cannibalism


“The difference between liberals and cannibals is that cannibals only eat their enemies.”

Former United States President Lyndon B. Johnson

There are now twenty Democrats competing for the Democratic nomination to run against Donald Trump in the 2020 presidential election. Well, 19 Democrats and Bernie Sanders, who is technically an Independent.

But the big question is whether the Democrats, who range from socialists to progressives to moderates and from pro-impeachment to no-impeachment, will not tear one another apart in their efforts to differentiate themselves from each other in order to prevail through next year’s primaries and to secure the Democratic nomination.

Personally, I don’t care that much about which one of the twenty rises to the top. I would vote for any one of them over Trump.

Written for this week’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.