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Oww!! Oww!! .being in the oven for two weeks make you burn…Two Mondays have come and gone…but the Today I have a dozen that was inspired by the trips I had today…Doughnut, Liver and Onions (I’ll explain later) went on trip and I have come to the realization that often, we are placed in people lives for a reason…Mine to be the support for others…theirs to give me a reason to be there…Today’s dozen fresh out of the oven is about this journey and some feeling associated with it…see if you agree..

  1. Duty…Several people I saw today had that same look I had when I arrived at the destination…the look of “Boy, if you weren’t my (fill in the blank) I wouldn’t be here.”  No matter how much we “love” each other sometimes we do things just because it’s our duty
  2. Love…this emotions have caused wars, courageous acts, inspirations, and emotional devastation…I do love them, yes I do…for the things I have put up with… how could I not
  3. Patience…it takes a lot…a mean a truck load of patience to deal with Liver and Onion…though I enjoy it sometime…too much will drive anyone to an upset stomach
  4. Laughter…I do this often with them…sometimes due to the stories they say, often to keep my sanity as often very jaded thoughts try to escape…and that would not be a good thing
  5. Expectations…I am often the one who is expected to do what is right, to stop the mixture, but to allow them to stir as well, to drive them around…and around…and around..Why can’t I do what is wrong sometimes?
  6. Disappointment….This is a long journey I am traveling on and though I receive support from Sweet Tart and others….I’m still disappointed in my siblings response to the matter…Am I wrong to expect them to care even though Liver wasn’t there?
  7. Curious…I am often curious of why others are there….what is wrong with their parts? What’s missing from them? Guess I want know unless I ask…but then I’m breaking privacy laws right?
  8. Embarrassment…The Onion does this quite often…I have came to term that Onion does not have a clue that others are listening or just doesn’t care….because the stories told during lunch are quite personal, but what’s expected from someone who peels so easily?
  9. Hunger…I hunger for more…hunger for food and knowledge as I want to be able to provide what they need…I often have to digest, regurgitate and feed it to them both, but that my job right?
  10. Children…often Liver and Onion acts as children…I gave them a simple task today…”be quiet while I listen to my radio show”…how long did that last…hmm…let’s say about 10mins out of a hour show….I laughed out loud while I cried a little inside
  11. Late…today we were not late…Yeah!!…I had to leave 1 hour and a half before the scheduled travel time for that to occur though…and the appointment still was delayed…least this time it wasn’t their fault
  12. Discrimination…You know I have come to realize, today I saw just as many sick doughnuts, as I saw bagels…It’s comforting to know that all pastries suffer the same fate…death
  13. Strength…I will need this for this long road ahead…though the burden shall be hard and I do have great support from home…I pray I will be able to continue this and the Liver and Onion will be ok…And if not, I’ll know I have did my best, gave it my all, and will be able to sleep at night..

 

So what would you do? What would you add to the list?

Today’s Monday and I was riding to work and I got this inner desire to Blog of what makes me Happy…Should be a easy thing to write about…I have five things at home I can think about…but lets do this The Jadedoughnut’s way…So today’s list is about Jade Happiness

  1. Jumping on the bed, I enjoy this more when I watch my little ones do this….The giggles and smiles makes me warm and fuzzy….unfortunately for them, I don’t like warm and fuzzy on the days they are jumping on MY bed…so I make them stop…chasing them away…Some fall…now that’s funny
  2. All the love I receive from those who read my blog post…Oh wait… it’s only a few, but I do love those followers…makes me tingle to open my mail and see [New Comment] notification…hmm I need more followers…SO go tell your folks about me…I want bite…I promise
  3. Doughnuts…Why would you think they named me Doughnut…if they didn’t make me happy…I practice cannibalism cause I eat them often…But hey, I do consume their distance relatives…Cinnamon bun, Sweet tart, and Honey bun
  4. Eggs make me happy…But hard boiled ones…right out of the pot are the best…Some thing about the hot yolk is sooo delicious…the sides effects…Aren’t too bad, except when I give the Sweet Tart a turtle….
  5. Hollering…The release if frustration by Yelling is invigorating and satisfying…When combining this with obscenities…Whoa!!!…What a rush…Only bad thing about this is you can find yourself with unwanted attention if practiced in front of the wrong people…But try it…”note” I am not responsible for the side effects
  6. Asking Questions…I am inquisitive so I am going to ask…If not to you to myself…Why is such a powerful word…If you disagree, tell me…Why?
  7. People make me happy…just by being there…I am a reaction junkie as well, and the more people I can get a reaction from the better it is…it’s like a buzz after a nice strong drink…you’re feeling well but not sick..
  8. Private parts…well more specific, female private parts…I spent some many years trying to get to know them…and it was worth it…Now I have parts I can play with often; however, doesn’t mean I don’t like others as well….Just to look at though.. NO Touching!!…Nothing wrong with a little eye candy….yum
  9. I know this may seem a little weird, but every time the Sweet Tart developed a bubble…I got happy…I was like…”Yeah, I did that”….Probably not the right thing to do, but hey some times you have to pat yourself on the back…
  10. Not getting a disease…I value my health and I have a strong dislike for sick people (I have improved…I use to hate them)…This is something I really am working on as I don’t want to be the one who puts their love one away cause they get some thing that they had not control over…Every day I don’t have something I am happy
  11. Everyone in my household…I am Happy to have my  Sweet Tart, the Doughnut Holes, the Stupid but clever dogs, my fishes, finches, and turtle…I am happy to have them, but not happy to take care of them…I wish I had someone else to do that…”sigh” This is life..
  12. Suckers are made everyday, and the bigger the sucker the happier I am…they come in different flavors, sizes, and shapes…some are solid, some hollow…others are filled with things which don’t bother me…only thing that do is that I have noticed is they don’t make them like the use too…Maybe the economy have something to do with this also…or the President…He gets the blame for everything else…
  13. Sadness…well others sadness not mine…the pain of others often cause me great happiness, especially if I have invested my time with you, given you what you wanted, listened to your problems, given you advices as well as allowed you the opportunity to bounce your silly ideas off of me…I did those things caused I truly care, then you go and do something idiotic and moronic…then expect for me to be sad because you are suffering…Oh! NO!!…It’s more like…”Ha…Ha…and Hah…HAH…”snort”…and Hah Hah some more…I hate those who waste my time as my time is something  I really hold dear to me…So enjoy your well due suffering and I’ll enjoy the taste of your tears…as they are a sweet delicacy..

 

Well those are a few things that make me happy…What about you? Share please….

Imagine That: Doughnut’s Do Dream

I awoke again…being quiet not to awake my brother as he lie next to me…What time was it? I couldn’t tell time properly, but I knew it was not the time for school…I hear the sounds of rustling, and tussling, then the familiar sound of  “Whack,” followed by a whimper and a cry for help….I hated this cry, hated this more that anything I could recall…it caused my heart to race and my stomach to cringe….If only I were bigger….If only I could stop this from occurring…”I WILL stop this one day,” I think, as I lay there with tears in my eyes…I get up…and make my way to the door, crack it open ever so slowly not to be noticed as I wanted to surprise him…”How would I stop this?” I asked myself…”I’m so small and he is huge, the biggest man I know“….I remembered how he would play with me and my brother…We would laugh as he played on the floor with us, toss the ball at us…”How could he be so mean to her?”…she have not done anything…she did everything he asked…How do I know? Caused I helped her….She kept saying, I must get this done before he gets home…He wants his food hot on arrival…She prepared, cooked and waited…and waited…she fed us…and waited…we took our baths so that we wouldn’t be in his way…and she waited…she had to turn the food off…it would have over cooked and burned…and that couldn’t happen…there were no way to keep it hot…besides reheating…Microwaves didn’t exist…It got so late…the darkness came…it extinguished the light and her spirit…She prayed…I know as I recognized that facial expression…the look of despair and desperation….she waited…and she sent us to bed…I said, “good night and I love you” after I said my prayers…”Now I lay me down to sleep…I pray the Lord my soul to keep…and I should die before I wake…I pray the lord my soul you take“…crawled in bed and waited…she waited….I drifted off to sleep…dreams I can’t recall, but I would often dream of a place where things were different…where I would not have to worry about him…about the hard steps, the heavy breathing, the slurred speech, the glassy stares, misplaced smiles, and that bitter, rancid smell….I dreamed I was running and playing in a field tossing a ball with him, he would toss it back and we would just laugh…this was the man I wanted to be with…the man I wanted to teach me how to ride my bike, play ball and cook…as he told me stories of how he was such a great cook…But NO! I didn’t have this man…I was given this horrible, terrible person who reeked and treated her so bad…the door opened slowly…all I could make out was the shadows…he was over her again, swinging…”Whack“…”Diiidn’t I…tell Youse… I want My Food Hot? “Huh“…”It was hot,  I..”…she responded, but before she could finish…”Whack“…this caused her to fall to the floor, like a sack of potatoes…My heart jumped to my throat as my thoughts raced…”Have he killed her? What do I do? He did kill her…Get up! Get up!…NO..Get Up!!”…I looked around and saw the bat…the bat he promised to teach me how play with…I creped out…he didn’t see me…he was kneeled over her…I heard ..”Whack“…Get your asss up!…Nothin’ wronnng wit you…Whack“…My heart racing now…it was beating so hard, I could feel it in my head now…”She is not moving…NO! She is not moving…Get Up!…please Get UP!”…my head begin to hurt…my eyes swelled and tears blinded me…”I’m gonna getcha!…I’m gonna stop you from hurtin’ her!“…I ran towards him…bat drawn back…You gonna pay…I screamed as I swung with all might…all the might a child could muster…”GET OFF HER…LEAVE HER ALONE!“…”WHACK“…..

I jump up, drenched in sweat, breathing hard…” You dreaming again?” ” Yes dear…I’m dreaming again.“…. “You OK?” ….”I fine..“… “K”….She rolls over, I smile at her…get up and go get a drink…If only she knew

Soggy Doughnuts..

Today I got wet, really really wet, How wet?

Well the kinda wet that you like but don’t want to admit to. The feeling of coolness that sends shivers down your spine that travels to your toes and they curl.

Now this should have been a great feeling right? I should have embraced the wetness, savor this feeling as it doesn’t come very often, but I did not.

Why? Cause One I’m a dude and two.. it was caused from a water hose..

I was helping my kid at his car wash event today and got blasted, sprayed, and sneaked (I think it was done on purpose reason being the culprit was looking with the little gotcha grin). The water was so (insert appropriate sentence enhancer here) cold that I know my boys retreated. However, this was for a good cause. So I’m not gonna plot on how I will seek my revenge on my kid today. He gets his free blast and I will reminisce on this when his kids, blast him with freezing cold, pressurized water that causes his thoughts to go evil for a few seconds, before he realize that he is among the delicate ears (and I’m not referring to children).

Overall, the event was great, I was able to witness cooperating between the haves and have nots and we all were able to raise money for our younglings.