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What’s Your Sign?

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Yesterday’s Daily Prompt asked:

Litmus, Litmus on the Wall

If you had to come up with one question, the answer to which would determine whether or not you could be friends with a person you’ve just met, what would it be? What would the right answer be?

Of course there are the standard questions that help me get an idea of an unknown person:

  • What’s your favorite music to listen to?
  • What kind of car do you drive?
  • Do you have any kids?
  • Are you from here originally?
  • What do you do for a living?

But, if I had to rely on only one single question to determine whether or not I can be friends with someone, it would be:

What’s your sign?

Cancer is definitely the wrong answer. I am completely and utterly INcompatible with Cancers. Potential suitors have been turned away because they told me that was their zodiac sign.

What’s funny is, I checked the compatibility of Cancer and Virgo. Supposedly:cancer zodiac tattoo

“The Homemaker and the Healer share a nurturing side to their personalities. For Cancer, it’s all about taking care of loved ones in an emotional sense. For Virgo, it’s more about serving others and healing them on a practical level, but again, these different approaches complement one another rather than provoking conflict. When it comes to courtship, there are few signs more old-fashioned than Virgo – and Cancer compatibility increases when a courtship is slow, dignified and sincere. Although both partners can be slightly shy in their day-to-day lives, they feel relaxed enough with one another to show their true selves, which is when love can begin to blossom. For Cancer and Virgo, compatibility thrives on the knowledge that they can trust each other.” (credit: astromatcha.com)

Hmmmm…. Cancers are too volatile and moody for me (I mean absolutely NO offense to my readers who happen to be Cancers!), especially around full-moon-time. And I do not feel relaxed or comfortable around them. I am constantly guarding myself and worrying about what passive-aggressive way they will communicate their issues to me. I don’t do passive-aggressive!

Doom-n-Gloom is a Cancer and I have had other past relationships with Cancers (friendly and romantic). Not a single one of them was like the description above! Trust was always a huge issue — we were (are) constantly guarding ourselves from each other, never letting the true feelings out.

The correct answer would be:

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“The important thing is that next to a Virgo just like yourself you will never get bored or feel betrayed. Your Virgo is as faithful as you are and you think alike. You are as idealistic as one can be but, at the same time, you both have enough realism and practical sense to realize what can and cannot be changed about the other.

Finally, you have a partner that doesn’t complain about your staying too much at work, because that’s where your Virgo spends his/her time, too. That’s a little too much, indeed.” (credit: eastrolog.com)

When I meet a Virgo, I know instantly. There is a chemistry and repor that I feel deep inside my soul and conversation flows from the moment of first contact.

Pisces is a close second.pisces-symbol-pictures

“…both signs are mutable, flexible and adaptable – once they understand what is required of them, both partners are perfectly capable of supporting each other with overwhelming each other. It’s a delicate balance, but for Virgo and Pisces, compatibility is worth the effort.

At its best, this relationship can be magical, entrancing and deeply romantic. Communication is the absolute key, and each partner must be honest about their feelings without trying to hide the worst. Usually, when the Dreamer and the Healer join forces, they can create a better world both for themselves and for the rest of us.” (credit: astromatcha.com)

Both my daughter and a very dear old FWB of mine are Gemini. We are muy simpatico!Wonderful Black Ink Tribal Gemini Tattoo Design

“Virgo and Gemini do well together in the area of friendship and dating. They both will have plenty to talk about, and will admire the other’s intelligence. Virgo will be piqued and charmed by Gemini’s knowledge of many things, bright outlook on life and witty humor. Gemini will be intrigued with Virgo’s stability, calm personality and matter-of-fact attitude. Gemini will have to understand that Virgo doesn’t necessarily care for the glittering nightlife, while Virgo will make things easier by not keeping Gemini inside the house all day. Both signs are mutable, so compromise shouldn’t be difficult (unless either native has many fixed planets in their birth chart). ”  (credit: sasstrology.com)

The Way Bear Sees It

The Way Bear Sees It

Daily Prompt: The Cat Says Meow

Write a story about yourself from the perspective of an object, thing, animal, or another person.

(From the perspective of my awesome truck, Bear. I love him so much and he takes such wonderful care of me.)
Bear
Not my Bear, but close!

Here comes Momma Bear! Good morning, Momma!

It must be time to bring her to work. It’s so sweet the way she talks to me every time she comes to get me. “Hey, Boo Bear!” she says in her cheerful way. “How much are you going to need this morning, Buddy?”

My door gets unlocked and opened, then Pop! goes my hood as Mom pulls the lever inside. She climbs into the back seat to get the bright blue plastic jug with the thirst-quenching, heart-cooling water she calls ‘antifreeze’.

Sometimes I wish I could just tell her how thirsty I am. That darn leak under my hood has really gotten worse in the last few weeks and I hope she fixes me soon. It really bothers me when I can’t take care of her the way I need to. I know that she doesn’t mind — I usually work really hard for her — but I don’t ever want to let her down. Momma Bear takes very good care of me and she needs me. I know how disappointed she would be if I couldn’t take her to the places she needs to go, but she will never say it.

She walks back around to my front to open my mouth the rest of the way and prop it open. Her slender fingers gently unscrew the cap from my nose and, a few seconds later, I can feel the sweet sensation of that slimy, green water oozing into me. Ahhhh, that feels so nice! I guess I was pretty thirsty, huh?

“Wow! You were really thirsty this morning, Bear! It’s not long now. Papa Bear is going to replace your water pump tomorrow and you will feel much better in no time at all. I know you’re getting old, Bud, and I really appreciate all that you do for me. He’s even going to give you an oil change because I know you’ve been asking for it.”

Whew! That’s a relief! Even though I can’t use words with Mom, she always seems to understand the noises I make for her. The last couple of weeks I have been tapping a little louder to remind her that it’s time for my regularly-scheduled oil change. I overheard her tell Papa a few days ago that she knows I’ve been asking for one. I’m a little disappointed to hear that Papa will be doing it this time, but he takes really good care of me, too.

I hear from under the hood, “Everything else looks good, Bear. You’re such a good boy.” Then she closes my mouth with a little slam and affectionately runs her hand across my hood as she walks around me to open my door and get in. The key is turning in my ignition now and I can feel the power surge into my heart, my motor, my lungs. “RRRROOOOAAAARRRR!” is all I can say, but I say it loud and proud and Mom loves it every single time I say it to her.

“Yes, baby, I love you, too,” I hear her say from inside of me. Her foot is on my clutch and I am shifted into reverse. The gas surges through my veins and I am ready.

Ready to take my Mom wherever she wants to go!

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Other Daily Challenge Posts:

My Dream Home

My Dream Home

Someday I’d like to have a home
That’s full of pretty things
Like baby dolls and princess crowns
And boys with baseball swings

A giant playset in the yard
With picnic tables, too
Someplace with so much love around
It’s hard to say, “Adieu”

All people would be welcome there
Young, old, or rich or poor
All that’s asked is, when you come
Leave anger at the door

(inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Dream Home)

Have You Ever Wondered About the Bee?

Have You Ever Wondered About the Bee?

Stranded

Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Stranded
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Bee
by nicobou

Have you ever wondered what the bee is thinking?

You know, the bee that sneaks into your car when you open the door?

Or when you leave the window cracked?

You know the one.

Buzzing around inside while you’re driving.

There it is, in your rearview mirror, flittering around in the back window.

Wingbeats getting louder and crazier when the bee realizes there’s no escape.

Its little body banging up against the glass.

Bzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzz!

Knocking at every corner of that window.

Moving forward to try other windows.

Buzzing its furry, little body along all of the cracks.

Tossing its torso uselessly against each crack over and over again.

And then, the bee finally escapes

Through a window that you opened out of sheer pity (and consummate terror!)

Stranded in a strange new land…

2AM Photo Scare

2AM Photo Scare

It’s 2AM and your phone has just buzzed you awake, filling the room in white-blue LED light. You have a message. It’s a photo. No words, no explanation. Just a photo. Tell us all about it. And what happens next. Creative Writing Challenge: 2AM Photo

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Bling, bling! Bling, bling! Whenever I receive a text, my phone makes this awesome noise that my daughters call “Barbie Sparkles”. I like the sound because it’s loud and annoying enough to wake me up. But they are right, that’s what it sounds like.

Groggily, I roll over to pick up the glowing, vibrating phone from the nightstand. Even though I’m still mostly asleep I notice the time is 2AM. My brain knows it’s either the bank telling me that a deposit has cleared my account (I hate that sometimes I get those texts at 2AM!) or it’s my sexy Loverman sending me a sweet dream (I really enjoy those texts at 2AM).

I flip the phone open and open up the awaiting Multimedia Message. There are no words, just a picture message from Loverman of the driver’s side of the inside of my truck. The steering wheel looks like something smashed it into the dashboard, the airbag is deployed and deflated. Below I can see two legs sprawled out, mangled, jeans torn and bloody. I know exactly what happened. Loverman was in a car accident!

The grog immediately clears and I start to panic: Oh! My! God! Do I call the police? I don’t know where he is! Who am I going to call for help? He is the one I always call for help! I have to go out and find him! SSSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!!

I frantically grab the clothes laying on the top of the dresser and spend 5 minutes falling all over myself because, seemingly, I cannot remember how to get dressed. It’s taking too much time and I am becoming more and more tangled with myself. “ARGH! This isn’t helping!!!” I think. But, I can’t think straight — what should I do? keeps screaming through my head over and over like a manic mantra. I am blinding myself with my fear, emotionally paralyzing myself in a state of utter panic.

It’s not until I get to my left shoe and I start putting it on when I start to realize how frantic I’m being. I need to slow down and be careful. I think about Loverman again and how disappointed he will be with me if I re-break that darn ankle so close to being deemed “healed”. Methodically, I concentrate on putting my left shoe on my healing foot and then I walk over to check myself out in the mirror because I don’t want to look like a crazy-meth-head-on-the-loose (even though I kind of felt like one).

I look acceptable. Freaked out! But, acceptable. I shake my body all over, take one more deep breath (inhale… exhale…) and I am on my way down the stairs to retrieve my jacket and my keys. Kitty was sitting at the top of the staircase watching me and he decides that he wants to go downstairs at the exact time that I do. And in the exact same footfalls, too. I avoid his elusive furriness for the first couple of stairs, but his fuzzy body lands on the third stair at the same time as my left foot.

“Fuck this!”, I hear myself say. I feel my body rolling down the last several steps and see my head hit the wall at the bottom. It’s strange how it all seems like an out-of-body experience. Am I unconscious? Am I dead? Did anyone hear and are they coming to help me? What have I done?

… … …

My eyes open with a start! I am laying back in my bed. There’s no pain. That’s strange. I move my head back and forth slowly. My neck’s not sore. Hmmmmm… I move my left leg around underneath the covers.  Hmmmmm, again. The ankle is fine. It doesn’t even feel sore…

Remembering what woke me up so abruptly, I look over at my phone and see that there is a new message. Hoping that it’s Loverman with a sweet and sexy bedtime message for me, I open it. I could use something to take my mind off that crazy dream! I notice, as I open up my phone, that it’s 2AM…

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Today’s Daily Prompt is: Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

My Name Is Earl

First off, I would like to say that I think that reincarnation is completely subjective. Hopefully by the end of this post, you will see what I mean. If not, that means that I am just a “prophet ahead of her time” 😉

Have you ever watched the TV show My Name is Earl? I absolutely love it and try to watch the reruns when I can. The funny thing about it is: I didn’t start watching the show until after it was cancelled. I don’t know why I never watched it before… But I love the message it imparts about trying to right your wrongs and come clean with people for the sake of karma (or just plain being a better person), and it’s a fun and uplifting way to start the morning (thank you, TBS).

Loverman doesn’t understand why I like the show so much. That’s also funny because he is a total goofball — and he is forever telling me how silly I am. But he will watch the show with me if it happens to be on, and usually he laughs out loud at least once…

Anyway, I like the concept of this show and I like that it is so simple — just a dude trying to make things right. (and I will eventually get to my point…)

I try to go through my life with that same basic concept, except I don’t live in my home town and I never see (even on Facebook) the people from my “past life”. But I like to “pay it forward” and make sure I “treat people the way I would like to be treated”. However, as we all know, there are times when that’s impossible and other times when I simply don’t want to.

By and by, all of us are really just a sum of our actions (aka – choices) and individualized beliefs and I believe that each of our “final destination”s are tailored by those actions and beliefs. Earl found out that if he started doing nice things for people, nice things happened to him, too (and bad things happened to him less). So he began to make a conscious effort to do good things and then he felt better — therefore, making a choice to change his own “final destination”.

Here are some more examples:

  • Some people think that they will be judged by a higher power and that they may (or may not) get to walk through the pearly gates and “meet their maker” — and that is the end.
  • Others think that once their bodies have died, everything is dead — and that is the end
  • Some think that after they die, their spirits are free to choose a new existence and are reincarnated into a new being — and there is no foreseeable end.

Chameleon_Con_Badge_by_charfadeI believe that each and every one of us is here for a purpose.
I believe that everything is one — and, as a result, I believe that everything happens for a reason.
I believe that, as things happen to us, we are forced to make choices that help us to grow and learn and change (if that is what we choose to do) and in the end, those choices mold our final destiny.
I believe that, ultimately, we will have to answer for those choices. But this is where my opinion differs from most…

I don’t believe in God — at least not like that. I don’t think that I am going to heaven and that I will have to explain to God why I messed up the things I did. I honestly think that there is way too much shit going on “down here” on Earth for God to care about whether or not I brushed my teeth before bed or if I looked both ways before crossing the street. Plus, how can we truly know that God didn’t just get sick of our hedonistic planet (a really long time ago) and go off and create another one, leaving us here to fend for ourselves?

I believe that my beliefs and choices (aka – actions) “build” my karma and that karma decides my destiny because those are the things that I believe.
I believe in reincarnation.
I believe that my level  (or, for lack of a better word, score) of “goodness” or “badness” will determine the type of new being that I become when my body dies and my spirit is reborn.
I also believe that our actions in our past lives effect what happens to us in our current lives.

So, in my reality, it only makes sense that I will be reincarnated but others may not…

  • Door To HellIf you believe that you will be judged by your maker and go to heaven/hell based on your goodness/badness — that will be what happens to you (but I say this belief gives people a false sense of security. Like — asking for forgiveness doesn’t mean a damn thing if you’re planning on doing that same “bad” thing again… My dad drowns hundreds of squirrels in a bucket every summer and he still thinks that he’s getting into heaven. I think he will be a bit upset when God expresses His disappointment in him for all the creatures he killed in cold blood — just so they didn’t eat the bird food in the hanging feeders?!?! Really?)
  • If you believe that once your body has died, everything is dead — that will be what happens to you. (I think this one sounds kind of sad and hopeless, but this is what some people want… And it might be a more “motivational” way of living. I can’t judge because I do not know.)
  • If you believe that after you die, your spirit will be free to choose a new existence — that will be what happens to you. (Yay! That’s me! I want to try again and again and again until I “get it right”!)

In the end, I believe that each one of us will get exactly what we prepare ourselves for… Whether it be heaven, total nothingness or the re-emergence of a new self.