once upon a time: a limerick.

once upon a time.

Once upon a time, she believed in magic
The awe, the splendor, and the fantastic
But he left her in confusion
He shattered the illusion
All that was beautiful turned tragic

blue hearts.


Mind and Life Matters limerick poetry challenge – prompt: once upon a time
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essential driving tips.

traffic.

Dear Dumbass Drivers,

For at least 99% of you, today could not possibly have been your first day on the road. Thusly, I feel compelled to write and ask you a vital question to which I probably do not want the answer.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I know we live in a part of the USA known for traffic and assface drivers, but you have clearly lost any knowledge you may ever have had of the rules of the road. Please… let me help you.

1) Rotaries (I believe that’s ’roundabout’ for the Brits) are common in these parts. Here’s how they work: Drivers already in the circle have the right-of-way. Unless this is you, you do not have the right-of-way just because you think your life and destination are more important than everyone else’s.

2) That thing sticking out near your head and the two sticking out of your front doors – they are mirrors. Do you know why your vehicle is equipped with mirrors? No, not picking out nose hairs. Not for putting on a fifth layer of mascara. Wrong. They are for your safety. And mine. They are reflective, you see, so you are aware of those around you. You should not be relying on my loud-ass fucking car horn to let you know I’m there.

3) Those lines in the road? Long straight lines (that you probably cannot walk)? Yeah. Those. They are lane dividers. You only get one lane at a time. I know you are the most important asshat on earth, but I’m sorry, you still only get one lane.

4) If you miss your exit, this is, in fact, your problem. Not mine. It is against the law to pull over and back the fuck up to correct your error. Just go to the next exit and turn around. Dumbass.

5) When the driver in front of you finds an opening to pull out into traffic, it is not also your opportunity. Your shitbox is not glued to him. You do not blindly whip out after him without a glance just because you don’t feel like waiting. Try looking first. Try mirrors. And do not give me the fucking finger for not halting a huge line of traffic to let you out, you self-important bitch.

6) Do you live on a dead end street? I do. With a small park across the street. This does not mean my driveway is a valid parking area. Get the fuck off my property. I always have eggs in the fridge. Moron.

7) While operating a motor vehicle is not an appropriate time to check your phone. You are not that important. If you were, you wouldn’t be about to smack into an 18-wheeler in the middle of the workday. Pull the fuck over. Or put down your damn phone.

8) The gas is the one on the right. The brake is the one on the left. Please be sure to make the proper distinction. I promise this knowledge will help you for the rest of your life.

Please commit these matters to memory. And you’re welcome.

None of my love,
Sandra

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one day.

one day.

one day we’ll watch the sunset
through each other’s eyes
one day you won’t be gone
you’ll be at my side
one day we’ll touch again
the wait will be over
one day we’ll realize
apart has brought us closer

grey hearts.

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five-0-0 + never-asked questions answered.

This happened…

500.

I know it’s really not a big deal… but whenever one of these milestone thingies comes up, I feel that I should post something. You know, to brag. Seriously, I appreciate every one of my followers. And when I say ‘my followers‘, it sounds like I’m some cult leader and you’re, you know, my followers. Hmm… I smell career opportunity.

Since there are 500 of you now and I know all of you read my every word religiously (obviously, since this is my cult), I thought this was a good place to share (in keeping with my theme, I really wanted to say ‘preach’, but I didn’t want to take it too far — I know, too late) my answers to these questions… which may or may not be embarrassing and/or unusual. I believe the list originated here.

Alright. Brace yourselves. (To be bored as fuck…) Yes, all 500 of you. (Or maybe just the <10% who actually read anything I post… heh.)

-1. Boxer shorts or budgee smugglers?
First of all, while I can infer the meaning, what the fuck? Budgee smugglers? Second, I’m not a guy so I wear neither of these. Oh, my preference on a man? Boxers or boxer briefs. 

-2. What color of underwear are you currently wearing? 
Black. Just like all other days. Except if I’m wearing something that necessitates no undies.

-3. How long have you been wearing them for already?
Ever since I was potty trained. Oh… you mean these undies? About 5.5 hours.

-4. Do you ever use binoculars to watch people?
Not for pervy purposes. But I have no idea what would happen should the opportunity present itself.

-5. Have you ever kicked someone in the groin?
I don’t think so. I suppose it may have accidentally happened, but I don’t remember.

-6. Would you pull a trigger?
If it was to protect or save my children, yes. Otherwise, only Nerf guns… or water guns. Lots of water guns.

-7. If you would meet your favorite celebrity and they would want to make out with you, would you?
Probably. If it was one of my favorite men. Oh, please, probably if it was one of the women, too.

-8. Have you ever slept in a room and in the same bed with someone you were not in a relationship with (not talking about sex and having a one night stand)?
Yes, several times.

-9. Have you had one-night-stands?
Yes. Not tons but I couldn’t tell you how many. Less than ten. Possibly less than five. My memory sucks. Please don’t ask me their names.

-10. Does sex have the same importance to you now compared to when you were younger?
Yes… it has been pretty much equally important to me the entire time. Maybe a bit more when I was trying to get pregnant. 

-11. Have you ever eaten a worm?
Not that I’m aware of.

 -12. What’s the grossest thing you’ve ever eaten?
Octopus. (In case you’re curious, it was just the one time.)

 -13. How long do you spend sitting on the toilet?
Varies. 

 -14. What do you do when you sit there (besides the obvious)?
I used to sit on the closed lid to make-sure-child-does-not-drown, but the kids are older now and take showers.

 -15. Have you ever been peed at?
When my son was a baby… yes. As soon as you get that diaper off, you better be ready to cover the spout. Or you get a small fountain. 

 -16. What’s the grossest thing you have ever swallowed?
Erm… uhh… um… yeah, sorry, not a fan of that. Also, I think beer tastes like how I imagine carbonated pee would taste. But I cannot confirm.

 -17. What’s the constantly dirtiest place in your home?
The bathroom. God help me, we only have one and there are four of us. Two of whom are icky boys.

 -18. Why don’t you clean it?
I do… far more often than I should have to. It’s not my turn, dammit!

 -19. Do you eat your boogers?
No… Kristoff says all men do it, but I’m a girl so…

 -20. Can you describe the one smell that makes you gag?
Rotting flesh. Allow me to explain. We had a mouse trapped between floors in our house. We could hear him but couldn’t get to him. And he had probably already had some of the poison we have in the attic. (Don’t judge me.) So, uh, yeah, Mickey died there. Judging from the smell, Minnie may have died there, too.

 -21. Have you ever had head lice?
No. [Please don’t let this be me jinxing myself. Please don’t let this be me jinxing myself. Please don’t let this be me jinxing myself.]

 -22. Have you ever been utterly disappointed in someone?
Unfortunately, quite a few times.

 -23. Have you ever been scared of someone?
Yes.

 -24. What do you do and don’t want anyone to know when you are drunk? 
I have not been truly drunk for years. Just a little tipsy. At which point, I think everything is funny… so I giggle. If someone wants to get me drunk, perhaps I’ll have a better answer.

 -25. Have you tried pole dancing?
Yes. But it was more of a pipe in his basement. That is not a euphemism. An actual pipe.

 -26. Have you been in a strip club?
No. Hmm… I smell another career opportunity…

 -27. Have you run over an animal?
Yeah. A squirrel. I heard the skull crush like an egg.

 -28. Have you ever peed in snow?
No.

 -29. Have you ever made fun of someone and then regret it?
Yeah. Well, I’m a bitch, so…

 -30. What’s your favorite kind of question of Cards for Humanity (for those who know the game)?
I’ve never played…

 -31. If the father of your best friend hit on you what would you tell him?
Get the fuck away from me before I have a concrete answer to #5. I mean, before I kick you in the nuts.

 -32. Would you go out on a date with someone half your age or double your age?  
I decline to answer… because math. You don’t know how old I am.

 -33. Do you clean the sink after brushing your teeth?
Yes. I find that it’s necessary since no one else does.

 -34. Have you ever spat in someone’s food or drink?
No. I’ve taken bites and sips… but not the same. 

 -35. Have you ever kissed someone only to be grossed out afterwards?
Yes… and ‘bad kisser’ is a deal-breaker.

Thanks for reading more than you ever wanted to know about me. Please don’t hold any of it against me. Not anything here anyway.

flower.

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aged.

aged.

I’m not a bottle of wine
I do not get better with age
I should be consumed
The moment I am poured
Drink me and drop the glass
No reason to hang on 
It’s hard to find the worth
In the used and tossed away
I don’t think I’m recyclable
Just plain old needless trash

circles.

  © what sandra thinks
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turtles need to eat, too.

I know… this is silly. Just having a little fun…. despite my cake-over [cake-hangover?].

Turtles must have pizza. But I’ve never been able to figure out where they get money. All the computers and other equipment they’ve got in the lair? You know they’re not stealing it… they’re the good guys. Hell, even their weapons. How do they pay for these things? It’s not like the residents of NYC pay them for catching bad guys.

I know… I’m way overthinking this.

tmnt lego pizza.

Looks delicious. Bite size pizza! Fun Size! Actually, that pizza is about m&m size. Might be a little too small for family dinner.

tmnt lego pizza.

So… that’s our latest little vignette.

dottie swirl.

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weekly perk. #20 – such a liar.

weekly perk.I am such a liar. I really wasn’t going to post anything else on the day-I-shall-not-name-again.

But… the kids gave me possibly the best (non-handmade) gift they’ve ever given me. So I felt that I had to share it… then I figured I’d share a few other pieces of my day. (I’ll skip the non-perky pieces…)

google hb.

Google wished me a happy birthday, of course. Google loves me. They celebrate me every year.

donut love.

Love comes in all shapes and sizes. Mostly round. Donuts really are love… because sometimes, they look like this…

giant donut.

I mean, look at this fucking thing! It’s the size of a cake… the fork is there for scale. I had less than 1/8 of this… and I didn’t think I was ever going to need to eat again.

My kids… oh, they are precious and adorable. And funny. They gave me a flotation device…

donut float.

…for my coffee. I never have to be without it… I can have it anywhere… even floating beside me in the pool. [Well, Mom’s pool… we don’t have one…]

Consuming anything else sweet could have killed me. But I’m still here… even after this…

red velvet.

… beautiful and delicious red velvet cake. It was not homemade. My daughter would try… she really would. But she’s a little too young for that! [And yes, I am 2.]

So… you should come on over because I have more than half of a cake and more than half a giant donut.

You’ve been so sweet… all of you… with your birthday wishes. It means so much to me. I’ve not had so many wonderful birthday wishes in years. Thanks everyone. I am going to stop now because I’ve already made myself cry. Much love to all of you!


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it’s today. last birthday post. promise.

Today is my birthday. And I promise… this is the last birthday post. That is my gift to you. This one is kind of your fault anyway…

chandelier.

When a few of you played along with my silly gift post, I came to some not-so-shocking conclusions. I will share them now.

  1. I drink a LOT of coffee.
  2. I should be drinking a LOT of wine.
  3. I desperately need a relaxing vacation to a tropical destination or anywhere that’s not here. [10 out of 12 of you mentioned a vacation…]
  4. I am boy-crazy man-crazy.
  5. I need more sex.
  6. Diamonds and leather suit me.

Nearly all of you want me to go away. On vacation. Do you think I can set up a go fund me page for this purpose?

Thanks everyone for being here. And thanks especially to those of you who gave me amazing fictional gifts. I should probably start packing my imaginary bags for my imaginary vacation(s). But for now, I’ll just swing from the chandelier.


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