When I saw this week’s photo challenge I immediately thought that there was absolutely nothing I could capture that was foreign. As I looked through my photos I realized that the answer was there all along.*
Mexico (Corona Extra)
Belgium (Stella Artois)
Most likely I felt pretty foreign after drinking all this (no…I didn’t drink all of these in one session).
*No German beers were harmed in the writing of this blog.
Pick a random word and do Google image search on it. Check out the eleventh picture it brings up. Write about whatever that image brings to mind.
Every day my Dictionary.com app pings me the Word Of The Day. I never paid that much attention to it until I had to come up with a random word for the Daily Prompt. My random word is:
According to Wikipedia, it is “the French name for a werewolf, sometimes used in English, is loup-garou (pronounced /lugaˈru/), from the Latin noun lupus meaning wolf. The second element is thought to be from Old French garoul meaning “werewolf”. This in turn is most likely from Frankish *wer-wulf meaning “man-wolf”.
Some of the images I saw were hideous (they’re supposed to be…they ARE werewolves after all), but the 11th image is absolutely gorgeous:
It brings to mind the fact that people get a little crazy every time there’s a full moon. Even though we don’t sprout hair and fangs, there’s a werewolf deep down inside all of us.
Very fitting for Halloween!
“We are always waiting for something: for it to be the weekend, to be finished school, till summer, till we are 18. We are always waiting and what’s sad is we miss every beautiful moment in the ‘present’ because we spend our whole lives waiting for tomorrow and for the future, we end up skipping our whole lives, and one day we will spend our last day waiting on a tomorrow that will never come.” – Unknown
This is my first attempt at the Weekly Writing Challenge. Please be gentle with me.
My friend and I decided to treat ourselves to a nice meal one evening. We were seated next to a family with a child who started screaming in my ear as soon as I sat down.
I asked (more like begged) the hostess if we could be seated elsewhere. As we walked by their table, the mother shot me a dirty look and said, “She’s a child….everybody likes children.”
So I shot her an even dirtier look and said, “Ok….great…I’ll bring my dog and when he barks, I’ll say “He’s a dog….everybody likes dogs.” Zing.
Don’t get me wrong….I like kids. I like well-behaved, well-mannered, respectful kids. Not everyone wants to sit in a restaurant with kids that scream and run riot all over the place.
That’s why I wasn’t surprised when I came across this article last year: http://pittsburgh.cbslocal.com/2011/07/16/mcdains-restaurant-children-policy-in-effect/
I certainly applaud the owner’s courage. If your kids are bad, leave them with a babysitter. But if they can conduct themselves appropriately, then yes, bring them along! It would be great to see.
Parents just need to remember: Your children may be the center of YOUR universe, but they are not the center of THE Universe.
“Fear is holding you back. Realize that fear is the worst of it; fear is your real enemy. So get up, get out in the stormy weather of the real world, and kick fear as hard as you can right in the teeth. Do so by staring at it dead in the eyes and then walking right through it into the storm. Let the rain kiss your skin. That’s the first step, because a wet man/woman doesn’t fear the rain anymore.” – Dionne Sinclair – Fitness Model
WOW…here I am at entry 13! I never thought I would get past entry number 1, so YAY ME!!!!
I’m not superstitious (okay….maybe I am….but only a little), so I’m just going to do a quick post and a picture to
See you at post 14!