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Julie Ainger

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Assurance. Reassurance. Issuance. Reissuance. The Joke now called Pickleball.

Perpetual Perpetuity. And all things medi, pedi, and unsteady. Wait. What? No one likes to look at anyone else’s feet😝 So what happens? We whack around a wiffle ball in honor of pickles. Wait. What? You heard me. Correctly. You just don’t want to admit. That. You heard me correctly. After all. Land is rapidly becoming a scarcity. Where you sit. Where you stand. While under our ever living Covid-noses-has already been sold to a highest bidder somewhere on this earth…… Scary. Yes. Early Halloween ghosts and goblins scary? Passed that a lon...

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The more things change the more they stay the same

A New Day. A New Song. Take a hike. Take a walk. With people and strangers who used to be friends, who may turn out to be the same as the enemy you never thought you knew. Do you ever feel like you, yourself and you are running around in circles? Feel like less is more but more might be “nice.” Minimalism exists for you, yourself and you. Not for others, because it is too “easy” to tell a quick lie over a hard truth? We’ve all been there. Blaming this or that or him or her. Them. The Club. The Group.The Team. Do you feel as if you are alw...

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Too much is not enough. Lies, Byes. And. Drive bys.

Objection! Your honor. To the objectification of the circus tactics on displayed on stage. Ugh. Frankly. It is just plain gross. One cannot find a soul in the bed of another’s…… And the delivery is getting ridiculously stale. Old. An apology is an apology when ownership of the wrong exists. Of an oops. Of a mistake. Of the baitful techniques and provocation lurking ‘round every corner. Exhausting, too. Didn’t you know? Rainbows, kittens and puppies don’t even like it.😝 After all, they cough up fur balls like lies. Doesn’t agree with their ...

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The Expanding Man: Grounded? Seven Tools and TWA, FTA, FAT.

Grounded. On the tarmac. The Expanding Man. What does this mean? Throw a kiss? Say Goodbye😗 Webs? Enmeshment. Or Healthy Intertwine. At this stage of the game. It unity at all possible? Who wants to win. Who needs to lose. Exactly. In order for world order to be, well, ordered. To some extent at least. The this that is this. Ain’t working. Fifteen minutes of fame. Nope. Won’t carry anybody for the long haul. At all. Stranded. Grounded. Nobody going nowhere. Really, is not the way “it” is supposed to be. Where do we begin? Clarity. The ...

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Throwing shade? Dropping the ball? Running in circles?

How will I know? If He really loves me? How will I know? If she really loves me? Would you, really know it when you see it? It can be dicey. It can be all about attitude. It can be near to impossible to “tell.” It can be running under a rock time. Defined, by the old fashioned dictionary as “subtle, sneering expression of contempt for or disgust with someone—sometimes verbal, sometimes not.” Sounds dreadful, either way you slice it, or throw it. Can’t we all just get along? Live and let live? Maybe some day. For now. Throwing. Blocking....

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God does not play dice.

God does not play dice.. (AE) The definition of insanity. Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Witty sat down. To ponder. What in the world is happening to the world he once knew. He learned, in science class, that basically, “it is what it is.” Whatever this is supposed to mean……or that…………is supposed to mean. He thought. What did Witty want? A stupendous result?…. What was actually happening? A chaotic mess of unintended particles getting jiggy with it and each other having no real idea why. World “order”?...

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Presumptions and Preconceptions and Projections.

“The devil made me do it!” Bolster replied. My doubts overwhelmed my better nature and the whispers became a scream of “Stop it”. Overpowering. Bolster felt buttressed😊by the unwavering support, he felt. Why? Because folks were gunning for Bolster. Any arsenal of excuses and reason held within his holster, he called it the “Bolster Holster” was becoming quite dwindled in all the corruption and obstruction. In reality. There were only weak matches for Bolster. Weak matches. Ancillary, corroborative only to the extent of “hearsay.” As in, “ ...

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The Story of Jealousia

Here. There. Everywhere. Jealousia traveled far and wide, deep and far to wreak havoc. A never ending ness of hope and hate and all things grass. It was sad. So, so sad. Jealousia had been given so much free stuff. One would think, or hope, Jealousia would stop running away from the truth. Jealousia forgot. Where Jealousia came from. Terrible things occur when this happens. When we forget either intentionally or honestly. Jealousia’s favorite bonanza of thoughts, words and actions include lying, cheating stealing and pretending. Jealousia ...

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Confunction Junction. What’s Your Function?

Once upon a time. In another universe. There was a bill. Who manically sang: ”I’m just a bill. Yes. I’m only a bill. And I’m sitting here on Capitol Hill.” He was. A cute little fella. Of a bill. Pacing back and forth. Waiting to be heard. Ah. Yes. A cute little fella. He was. She was. That cute little bill. Little did he know. And for all intents and purposes, from here on out, we will call our little friend a “he”. If for any reason another than respect. Of. Our Founding Fathers.🤓. There were. After all. The Founders. And Fathers. Yes....

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Burnt Toast

It’s hot. How hot? It’s so hot. How hot? ”Baking like a Toaster Cheeser!”🧀🧀 Hot.☺️ Yes. Long. Hot .Summer Days. The ultimate foot long. Mustard. An ice cold soda pop. Those were the good ole days. Dusty fields. Sticks for bats. Over the fence balls. ☺️ Metaphorically speaking, of course. Good memories. Tossed aside like yesterdays meme or the day before’s giff. Rhetorically speaking: “ How do you catch a squirrel?”……. Climb a tree and act like a nut.🫵🏻 The days of “Let’s be blood brothers.” Swapping blood on the playgrounds of our live...

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The line dance of lies. The Trance, Ecstatic Dance ,Twerking Jerk? Cultural or Calculating?

“Two left feet.” Often wondered…. Silently, internally and othertimes, sometimes with happy feet. How to decipher, draw the line, between the line of: The line dance of lies. Remember when? The “Hustle” was a dance? Ahh. The good old times. Two steps forward. One step back. Side to Side. Long gone are those days. Cool dresses. Tight pants. Bling. Bling. Bling. Any hip action, added, for measure, was a choice. Or a “choice” depending upon the glitterati and short skirts☺️. Rhythum Schmythm. For sure. Some folks DO move better than oth...

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Bittersweet Grudgematch #10.000.000000.000000.00000……

Your mission. Should you accept. These were the words he heard. As his Mother and Father stood over him, dispensing his punishment. The crime? Mud. Coming home. Late. Covered in mud. It was only 9:00 am and the new day had just begun. Dang it. The creek was too darn enticing. Too darn inviting. What was he to do? Walk past with out touching the clear creek water. Without the toss of small rocks and pebbles with a perfect skim atop the water. Stick a toe in? C’mon. Temptation is making me wait. All of the sudden. Splash, Plunk, Hurray...

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How to make a pretzel with gruel.

Justice. Mercy. Faithfulness. The grandiosity of the giver. The humbleness of the taker. Freeing up the loins of services and monetary compensation. For the free society to take on the responsibilities resplendent with protection of the peasants they serve. Cept’ no one is willing to eat the humble pie today. Here. There. Everywhere. Anywhere. It is difficult to admit to hunger when the mind wanders and worries about where the next meal will come from. Couldn’t ‘ya just order a pizza? Or at least in joyful obedience, share a moral, a morse...

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Surreality. God peaks. God speaks.

One week ago today, we were all, pretty much frozen in the moment. Frozen in time. Frozen with fear. Was it was a dream? In reality, it was a nightmare. After all. He looks seriously, very seriously at those who can carry the message with grace, honor and strength. We all waited, with a bated breath of heart, to see if he was ok. A loud, frightening bullet of truth passed before our very eyes. Of good and evil. Only God knows. When it is our time. To go. By God’s grace, and His grace alone, the one man who took the hit, gathered himself...

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More pure than any snow.

Personal Responsibility in the jungle out there called life is not for the weary. Not for the wretched. Not for the wronged. When the name of the game is wrong, what is anyone to do? How much more can we take when there is already plenty to go around? How much More can we learn if we simply stop, look and listen to what we alone are doing. To one another. The four letter word? At this moment in time, it is so far away from hope. Have we become “too far gone?” Is there even a minute possibility we can agree to disagree? Humanly. Respectful...

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