In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “32 Flavors.”
Ice cream is my favorite all-time dessert. I’m addicted to it. I can eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Throw it in as a snack also. Ice cream even calls my name. Of course I answer with spoon in hand.
I found that I can’t buy it at the store and expect it to last a while because I’ll answer it’s call every time I hear my name. I finally got a clue that I can only buy it when I feel the need for the satisfaction it creates. I buy a pint, get my spoon and polish off every last bite.
It’s hard to decide which is my favorite. The mood I’m in plays a big part in the flavor of the day. I might like some oldies and another time I might venture out into the deep and try a new one. There are days chocolate has to be in the mix; double chocolate, triple chocolate or chocolate chips. Nuts are a must. Not peanuts though. If I have cake, pie or cookies, plain vanilla will work.
Talking about my favorite food makes me want to run out to the store and pick up a pint-a new flavor. Bye.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Big To Fail.”
If I were guaranteed not to fail I would work really hard at learning how to play my guitar and become a country singer. I would take singing lessons so I could learn how to breathe when I sing.
Along with singing and playing guitar I would write, arrange and produce my songs.
I would also have to learn to be fearless. I don’t know how well I’d do standing in front of a crowd of people entertaining them.
My life would be different though. I’d appear at my gigs, perform and then go home. There is no need for me to get hung up in the street life part of being a performer.
The reason I haven’t tried it yet is because my plate is full. I am learning how to play the guitar and singing along with playing. I’m not that great but it’s fun and I have an excellent teacher that won’t let me quit.
I tried to write a country song, but it sounded better as a poem and I posted it on my blog. I’m going to make another attempt at writing soon. Maybe, just maybe I’ll happen upon a number one hit and become famous.