I had an un traditional Thanksgiving and I am happy with that. I had roast beef, sweet potatoes and a buttered biscuit. I made sugar free brownies for dessert.
Thanks to Phillsbury and Splenda for making a diabetic friendly brownie mix.
As the Pepperidge Farm commercial says, “ Never have an ordinary day. “
Inconsistent intentions
By Jessica aka me
If I were a poet in a northern country- I would probably drink away any reason to care why I write my life down in codes.
If the Morris Code people ever deciphered my words, I would break their heart into a minefield wreckage.
I found a story of a tale once. Always the same photographs about a woman who loved a man so much that she ran away to be next to him. She chose him over her own family.
I tell my tale in my own way.
As they say in the fairytales-
Once upon a time in a darkened forest, there stood a tiny silver castle. It looked like a charm or birdhouse. It had tiny stained glass windows and a small draw bridge.
The trees of this forest were filled with monarchs and robins.
The wind sounded like a xylophone when it echoed through the songs of birds.
The forgotten palace of the lost princess.
There once was an archer that performed for king in his spare time as a jester.
He met the princess on accident.
He had been playing around with a knight suit and the princess thought he was a prince.
He told her the truth and it did not matter.
She started watching him perform and she fell in love with him.
So the princess started requesting the jester to perform for her privately.
Eventually she would walk up to him while they were alone and she would kiss him until they started having an affair.
He was her lover.
When they were caught, her father hired a gypsy to shrink the princess. She became thin and small the size of a doll. The king had a castle built the size of bird house and put the princess in a dark forest alone. Her soul fell apart without her lover. And turned into millions of monarchs. Her cries were so loud that they turned into ravings of song birds.
She waited for him to find her but he would not know what happened to her because the king locked him away in a dungeon.
He found a arrowhead and picked his own lock. He became free and he went to find her.
When they were reunited, she was so small he had to treat her like glass. He was gentle with her.
He promised her he would never break her.
She promised him she would never leave him for another,
He took her to a different Gypsy. The new Gypsy fixed the damage the king caused and they lived happily ever after.
I will come back later to finish this.
I finally found a way to watch
