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Daily Post: Take That, Rosetta!

If you could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in any language you don’t currently speak, which would it be? Why? What’s the first thing you do with your new linguistic skills?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TONGUE.

Ah, I love languages, all of them. I think our world is so blessed in many ways to have so many different languages spoken. The Daily Post for today is all about languages and which ones we want to learn.

I know exactly which language I would love to be fluent in. The language of my Native American ancestors. I’m half Potawatomi Indian. I look like my German father, though. But inside, my heart, my soul is Native American.

It’s so sad that so many Native American languages have become instinct. A lot of them are passed down through the elders to the young. Unfortunately the young don’t seem to want to learn. Such a shame. Some Native American languages don’t have a written one, just oral. Luckily Potawatomi language has both.

Potawatomi (also spelled Pottawatomie; in Potawatomi Bodéwadmimwen or Bodéwadmi Zheshmowen or Neshnabémwen) is a CentralAlgonquian language and is spoken around the Great Lakes in Michigan and Wisconsin, as well as in Kansas in the United States, and in southern Ontario in Canada, by 1300 Potawatomi people, all elderly. There is currently an effort underway to revive the language.

So for my first lesson I will learn how to say; Today is Monday ~~ Ngot gizhget ngom.

If you go to the link that I included in the sentence you will be able to hear what it sounds like.

Then of course there is just good old English. I have yet to conquer ‘proper English’. haha!



What languages do you wish you could know overnight? 







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Daily Prompt: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Daily Prompt: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

You get some incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us INCREDIBLE.



What’s the first thing I do if I get some wonderful fantastic news? Faint? Shake my head in disbelief? Double check to see if it’s really true?

All the above. That’s just the way I am. I’d keep it to myself until I know for absolute that it’s true. Then I suppose the first person I would tell is…….. Hmm depends.

Now most people would tell their spouse. After all it’s the person you’re married to, for better or worse. They are supposed to be your best friend. Unless they love to gossip and can’t keep a secret. Then you need to re-think things.


That would be my dilemma. I have a spouse. He’s a good man, kind, generous, funny. But he is the biggest gossip I know! Now, if I would want this super good news spread faster than the wind, I would tell him first. Then he would tell his friends. His friends would in turn tell everyone else and before long the whole damn town would know. And believe me this would happen fast!

BUT, if I want to keep this wonderful news at home for a time I would not tell my spouse. If I just had to share this news, I would call a real good friend I have (Maddie, Lois, Tiny, you all fit this).  She would squeal with delight for me and then we’d talk for hours about it. Also, if asked, it would stay between us!

We girls just are better secret keepers. I know I am and I’m sure my friends are too. At least I’m pretty sure we are. One way to find out, right?




Psst! I got wonderful fantastic news!














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Daily Prompt: Breaking the Law


Today’s Daily Prompt is: Think about the last time you broke a rule (a big one, not just ripping the tags off your pillows). Were you burned, or did things turn out for the best?


You mean I can’t mention my tag ripping? Well crap.

All right. Then I guess I will have to dismiss my skipping school, writing in library books, smoking under age, and other various small infractions. I’ll have to talk about a big one. For me it’s one of the biggest. Stealing.


Yes, I said stealing. As in ‘I stole something’. What did I say? I said I STOLE something. Yeah, a thief. Nasty right? I hate thieves. I detest them. But for a very short time in my life I became one. Only one time though. Not sure if that makes it better, but it really was only that one time. Let me explain.

It was a couple of months after my divorce. I was broke. Flat broke. There was no food in the cupboards or the fridge. None. But I could handle that. I worked with a few stand up great women. They knew I was having a lot of problems. My very tiny paycheck didn’t go far enough. After rent, car payment and utilities there was no money for food that month. A good friend from work treated me to a nice lunch. So I was fed for the day. There was no way I was going to borrow money from her. No way! She had helped me in the past and I couldn’t ask. Prideful? Maybe.

I had furbabies though. Three dogs that had at one point saved my life. (you can read that story here ) They were my babies. I loved those dogs with all my heart. They were loyal and forgiving and loved me unconditionally. I wasn’t about to let them go hungry after all they had done for me. One was a German Shepherd, one was a Cocker Spaniel and the other was a Heinz  57.

I had no family to ask for help. I sure wasn’t going to my ex, hell, I was hiding from him. So I stole a couple of cans of dog food. Yeah, a moment I’m not proud of. I was so scared! I thought for sure I was going to get caught! My heart was pounding so hard that’s all I heard as I walked out of that store! To this day I still can’t believe I didn’t get caught. To this day that’s the only thing I ever stole.

I went home and fed my furbabies. And cried. I felt so ashamed that my life had gotten to that point. I thought what about the next day? The day after that? I could live on peanut butter (and did for months), but my dogs couldn’t.

It must have been about an hour later that I had a knock at my door. Not many people knew where I lived so I peeked out the window first. Standing at my door was my best friend Terri and her 3 little boys. They all had a bag in their hands. I opened the door and Terri  and her boys came in with groceries! Bags of groceries! Also, she had in her car a big bag of dog food!

She said she knew how rough things were for me money wise. We talked every night on the phone. So she had some extra money that month and her and the kids went shopping for me. Now, I’m not much of a crier, but I cried twice that day. I loved that woman like a sister. She had a wonderful heart and spirit. Terri wherever you are, I love you woman!

So that was my one walk on the dark side. My one trip as a thief. But my dogs ate and I was blessed with a dear friend. After that I managed one way or the other to feed my babies without resorting to thievery. It wasn’t easy, but living with a guilty conscience wasn’t any easier.