Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge – Signs


Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge – Signs Black-&-White-Banner

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Signs of any kind


Cee has challenged us to find any kind of signs!

I’m always on the look-out for interesting signs around our area. These are just a few I’ve taken photos of in recent days, as we were going here and there in town.

  • Counterfeit $100 bill taped to the counter of a fast food place
  • Out of date products at the grocery store, with a reminder sign
  • Sign hanging up in fast food chicken restaurant
  • Safety sign at the hair salon
  • Notice sign on the ATM machine at the bank
  • Old fashioned signs on the wall of old fashioned ice-cream parlor (lots of signs, toys, games, items from the 50s)
  • Language sign at Kansas City Zoo (at the boat dock of the African wildlife section of the zoo)
  • Street sign on a corner



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© 2018 BS

Get to Know Me Tag


Get to Know Me Tag get to know me



I was recently tagged to answer some fun questions by Feel Purple. You can find her lovely blog at the above link. Thanks so much for thinking of me for this!

Here are the rules:

  1. Thank the Person Who Nominated You
  2. Provide a Link to their Website
  3. Answer the “Get To Know Me” Questions
  4. Nominate 10-15 Bloggers.
  5. Pass on the Same 10 Questions ( With an additional of 2 of yours, if you wish )


What does your name mean?

My name, Barbara, means: Foreigner, stranger, traveler from a foreign land.

Here’s my name in hieroglyphics, in nautical flags, and American Sign Language.

In Military Alphabet Code, my name is Bravo Alpha Romeo Bravo Alpha Romeo Alpha.



2. Are you scared of heights?



3. What is your best physical feature?

I have no idea.


4. What is your favorite Music Genre?

I like all music, but any type of rock music I like the best.


5. Are you a good cook?

Yes, at least I think so.


6. What is your favorite Ice-cream flavor?



8. What is your favorite festival?

I don’t think I’ve ever been to a festival.


7. Do you have any allergies?

Just to some medicines.


9. Which of your parents do you look like?

My Dad, mostly.


10. Who is your favorite Musician?

I appreciate all musicians. Whichever music I’m listening to at the moment, is my favorite for right then.


Here’s 2 extra questions that Feel Purple has asked:

1. From what language your name comes from?

I’ve seen several languages my name comes from, including Greek, Latin, and Hebrew, so I’m not sure which one exactly.

2. How do you use WordPress, on a mobile phone or laptop?

I do all my blogging here on WordPress on my desktop computer. I don’t have a laptop, and using the phone is just too small to mess with.


I will leave this tag open to anyone who wants to answer the questions. Have fun! 🙂


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© 2018 BS




Flower of the Day – Behold the Eye


Flower of the Day – Behold the Eye


This is a pretty daisy, I think. What strikes me about it is the three center circles.

I think it looks like an eye, and the closer you get the more you seem to fall into the black part, like looking through a window into space. There are little white specks way inside the black center which look like little stars. (to see even closer just click photo…it’s really cool!)




For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

Flower of the Day – July 19, 2018 – Bearded Iris


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© 2018 BS


Two Souls: Into the Fire # 26


Two Souls: Into the Fire # 26

Warning…adult content


warning…adult content


As morning dawned, Ghost and Maxy shared more of themselves with each other. Nothing would ever compare to their first time, but it was amazing, still. Their days continued much as before, playing gigs, laughing, loving…but, some subtle shadow tinged their relationship. They both felt it, if not acknowledged yet. There was a slight pulling away on Ghost’s part, and a slight tightening of control on Maxy’s.

From time to time, Ghost allowed himself to think of Steve, of Missing Mile, of everything back home. Before, he couldn’t have let his mind take him there. It was like poking at a deep sore, and starting the pain and bleeding all over again. But, now, time passing had formed a scar over the pain, and a gentle poking didn’t hurt so bad.

He seemed to get caught up in his daydreams, spacing out, even forgetting some words to the songs on stage. He’d just stand there silent and staring, lost in a vision of his life back home. Maxy didn’t understand it at all. He got angry at Ghost sometimes, and Ghost could not explain what he was feeling. Later, he would realize that he was terribly homesick. Even while performing, having good times with Maxy, and all the noise, lights and unending party atmosphere of L. A., there was an underlying sadness about him.

His eyes spoke of his sorrow, a cloud of darkness hovered over his head. He couldn’t seem to shake it off. He cried himself to sleep many nights, as Maxy tried to comfort him. But, Maxy got frustrated that he couldn’t make Ghost happy, even trying as hard as he could…in the most caring of ways, then in more forceful ways.

He felt Ghost was very pliable, would go along with whatever he suggested, not caring one way or another what happened to him, and Maxy took advantage of Ghost’s vulnerability at this time. Everyone who saw them perform adored Ghost, wanted to touch him, to get his attention, to have him for their own. Maxy felt jealous. He admitted it to himself. Before he and Ghost were together, he was the center of attention. Now, he felt like he was just background. So, with seemingly good intentions, he began to suggest that Ghost should see other guys, to try something a little stronger than weed, to add some variety into their relationship and performances.

It happened gradually. Maxy’s plan was for Ghost to hate it, and come to realize what they meant to each other, and Ghost would snap out of his depression. He urged Ghost to go have fun with whatever guy asked for a good time with him. He even slipped mood altering drugs into Ghost’s food and drinks, hoping to get Ghost to feel emotion of some kind, besides sadness; and, it didn’t hurt, he thought, that most of these set up dates would pay money for a night with Ghost. He felt betrayed though, when Ghost went willingly to bed with these strangers. His plan had backfired. Ghost was not snapping back, was not feeling closer to him.

He’d hear Ghost calling for Steve almost every night in his dreams. Then, Maxy would roughly shake Ghost awake, and forcefully take him, again and again, crying for Ghost to love him, and him only. But, Ghost didn’t care…couldn’t care. He’d let Maxy do anything to his body, but Maxy could never quite reach his mind, or heart…they were almost completely closed off to him now.


Then one night on stage, things took a strange turn. They had played a good set, the crowd was having a good time, Ghost was again seeming to enjoy himself. Maxy was in a good mood. He’d bought Ghost a silver ring, engraved with his and Ghost’s name inside the band. He knew Ghost loved shiny things, and had given him a silver chain after they’d met – it was real silver, same as the ring. The necklace had a key charm on it, and he’d gotten himself one too, with a silver heart. The meaning was obvious, even if it was a bit juvenile, but they wore them anyway.

Ghost was wearing the ring tonight, the stage lights making it gleam. The last chords of their last song were still vibrating in the air, when Ghost looked out at the audience, and said in his slow, southern, mountain voice,

“One more.”

Ghost turned to Maxy and the back up band, and instructed them to play a certain riff over and over…just that, nothing else. He signaled the stage lights manager to dim the lights, all except the one spotlight on him, in a soft, filtered yellow. The special effects fog machine was still going from the last song, and that was left on. Then Ghost signaled to begin the bass line. He looked down at his audience, through white gold strands of hair. The effect was mesmerizing. Ghost looked back at Maxy, who was playing the beat with a questioning look in his eyes. He had no idea what Ghost was doing, and was just as transfixed as everyone else.

Ghost turned toward the audience again, kissed the silver ring, and raised that hand way up into the air. Leaning in, he took hold of the microphone with the other hand, and wailed the absolute loudest, soul agonizing scream anyone had ever heard amplified through the speakers.

It startled everyone. Some started screaming themselves, but couldn’t look away. Some thought Ghost had been electrocuted, when he grabbed the mic, but he didn’t die, he finished his scream and just stared at them. Somehow, Maxy and the band had kept playing the slow, low bass riff during all of this. Ghost kept staring at the crowd, like his sky blue eyes could pierce everyone’s heart, and he could see to their very core being…and unbeknownst to them…he could.

He took a shuddery breath then, and began his “World”* song. The one he’d written years ago…the one on the Lost Souls? tape. Maxy had never heard Ghost sing it live. His heart was pounding along with the beat, and he thought he’d never heard anything so beautiful. This was what Ghost was all about, this was the true Ghost, this was Ghost’s legacy…not some stale 80’s covers.

“Oh, my God,” he thought. “No wonder Ghost has been so sad, to never have been able until now to sing as he was born to do.”

Maxy felt tears falling from his eyes. “What have I done to him? Please forgive me,” he sobbed.

Ghost sang the sad, but hopeful song over and over. The audience was swaying back and forth, and singing along to the simple, yet powerful words, already. At that moment, the dimmed lights went completely out, and people brought out their lighters, and turned on their cell phones, showing their appreciation, there in the dark. Only the spotlight was left on…on Ghost, illuminating the mist swirling around him. His hair was backlit into a shimmery, golden aura that flowed and ebbed within the fog, and tears of crystal flowed down his face.

He closed his eyes, and slowly sank down to his knees. He bowed his head and sobbed, as he whispered the song one last time. Raising his hand again, the ring caught the light, and rays of pure gold fanned out from it…and Ghost was done.


*”Hole in the World” by the Eagles (Don Henley/Glenn Frey; Universal Publishing Group)


Next part coming soon!


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© 2018 BS


This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Don’t Read if You’re Squeamish


Don’t Read if You’re Squeamish


Time: middle of the night, about 2:30 a.m

Scene: my bathroom

Prop: insulated plastic cup with ice and straw


I get up to go to the bathroom and get a drink of water. I keep the insulated cup on the counter.

Anyway, I’m still half asleep, and take a big drink of ice water through the straw.

I feel a lump of something in my mouth, and it’s not a piece of ice. I don’t swallow the water.

I spit into the sink.

Out comes a…


Yes, I had a spider in my mouth!

It wasn’t a giant one, but about the size of my pinkie fingernail.

I go Ewwww!

I get a tissue and get the spider onto it, putting the spider & tissue on the counter.

Then I go get fresh water to rinse my mouth out with.

I didn’t want to drown the spider down the drain, you know…I like spiders…just not in my mouth!

I go back to bed.

This morning I look for the spider, and find him still on the counter.

I take his picture, then try to catch him to put outside, but he’s too fast.

He’s still in there …


Here’s his picture which is very much enlarged.

I wonder which one of us was more surprised? haha 🙂


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© 2018 BS


Ice – One Liner Wednesday


Ice – One Liner Wednesday

One-Liner Wednesday – Thought of the day


Here’s a sign at our grocery store, reminding everyone not to forget ice.

We’ve done this a lot…buying a bag of ice at the check-out counter, then walking out without getting it. Then, we have to go back to the store to get our ice we paid for.


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© 2018 BS



Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Photo Prompt # 2


Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Photo Prompt # 2CFFC

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Week 2 Photo – truck, mural, octopus, whale, blue, etc.


This is the 2nd week’s photo from Cee for the challenge.

These are our instructions:

I will be posting a photo for each week and you can pick a topic from the items or colors from the photo.This week’s possible topics are truck, mural, octopus, whale, animal, painting, orange, black, water, lighthouse, ocean, vivid, vintage, blue, etc.  If you see other topics, you can use that too.  Just tell us what your topic is.


Here are my examples to go along with Cee’s photo.

These were taken in Kansas City Missouri, at the Aquarium



Funny Fish – orange, vivid


Jelly Fish – blue & white

Colorful Fish – orange, blue


Mural – Magnolia Cafe in Austin TX

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© 2018 BS












Share Your World


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Share Your World – July 16, 2018


Time for another set of cool questions from Cee, and answers from me!

Here’s what you’ll find at the above link…how to join in the fun, and other blogger’s answers to the questions!

It’s a great way to have some fun on a Monday! 🙂


Here’s the questions for this week:

Since we are approaching the hottest part of our summer in the northern hemisphere, what’s your favorite ice-cream, frozen yogurt or sorbet flavor?  (Those of you who live down under I’m sure you remember what it is like in the hot summer months).

How often do you people watch?

If you had a choice which would be your preference salt water beaches, fresh water lakes, ocean cruise, hot tub, ski resort or desert?


Here are my answers:

Ice cream is good, and I do like it, but hardly ever eat it. We’ve had a small container up in the freezer for a long time and it hasn’t even been cracked open. There are also a couple of ice cream sandwiches in there that we got from the drive-by ice cream man awhile back, too.

My favorite kind, though, would be home-made vanilla. We used to have an old fashioned ice cream freezer, that you had to hand crank the handle to turn the inside container around and around. You’d add crushed ice and rock salt to the outside part. That’s the best kind, to me.

Otherwise, I mostly just like vanilla, or sweet cream flavor. That goes for frozen yogurt, too.


It took a second for me to figure out the people watching question. Watch what?… I thought it was asking how often do you people (meaning us or we) watch something…like television? haha! Then I figured it out.

I watch people all the time when we go places. People are fun to watch…what they are wearing, what they are talking about (if I can hear them), what they are buying at the grocery store, and on and on. Honestly, there are some strange people out there. I, too, like to make up stories about them.

I have this thing I can do most times…a psychic gift maybe? I can get certain vibes from just watching someone (a stranger). I’ll know if they are happy, sad, ill, sneaky, lying, or whatever…it’s just a feeling I get, and it doesn’t really matter what they are projecting on the surface. Fun, but weird to do this.


Okay, from the list of places I’d prefer in the last question, I’d choose desert. I don’t mean like the Sahara, or anything extreme like that, but just a hot, dry climate, with cactus and lizards, and desert type houses (adobe), and wide open spaces, where at night you can see a billion stars up in the cooling desert sky. Ahh, yep…that’s it! Come to think of it, that’s pretty close to how it is here where I live, except we’re in the city.

I liked when we lived fairly close to the Gulf of Mexico, and I enjoyed visiting the beaches, but I really don’t like being around water that much. Definitely not a big lake, but we live right by a playa lake (a small one) and that’s pretty cool, because of the ducks and geese.


Anyway, those are my answers for today! 🙂 Next week there will be more! Yay!


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© 2018 BS