It's been a long time since I indulged in Inspire Me Thursday, whose prompt for this week is Cheeks.
No essay or story here; just impressions.
My mother's cheek, scented with Max Factor face powder, on my seven-year-old Sunday mornings.
My animals' cheeks, the perfect spot for sound kisses.
My question to a cosmetician friend: "What's a moonface?" Her answer, accompanied by a circular hand motion in the area of her face: "A lot of cheek."
Piers Morgan's reference to Susan Boyle's "cheeky smile."
My sixteen year old purplish acne-scarred cheeks. Thank the Lord those scars faded!
The apples of my cheeks where I am, at this Certain Age, advised to apply blush.
I had hoped for more here, but that's about it.
I need, now, to move my butt cheeks in the direction of morning errands.
About Me
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- June
- I live in my dream place with Husband, one beloved rescued cat and one beloved rescued dog, and the warm memories of many other treasured pets. I rarely sleep for more than four hours at a time and would happily nap/wake/nap/wake all day and night. I am undisciplined, a classic underachiever. I believe that inevitable tragedy is a fork in the road, offering lessons in emotional and spiritual growth. One of my coping skills is a quick and wicked wit and I often crack me up. I avoid people who talk neverendingly about nothing. I cannot bear unrelieved humorless negativity. I like people who are comfortable with silence. I like listening to people who learn from Life. I have received a few Blogger Awards, and while I find them momentarily gratifying, they're just too much like chain emails and I gratefully decline to receive any more of them.
My Blog List
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Hello darkness my old friend,3 months ago
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It's TIme6 months ago
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The Netherlands5 years ago
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Zephyr: A Soft, Gentle Breeze6 years ago
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7 comments:
Very Stream of Conciousness and that leads to streams in my own about cheeks! And oh, how I know about needing to move the butt cheeks when one would so much rather procrastinate or rather, create! LOL
I agree that squirrels are cute. I love your blog but haven't had a moment to read it all. I just did the cat one though and I swear we are the same person you and I--I could have written that when I lived on my dirt road in Highgate. One dog, two cats, walking to the main road to meet future husband and his dog in a pick-up truck. Me, like the pied piper, with pets stretched behind. The pile of us--all hysterical, except future hubby--he has since learned to laugh--in the cab of a very small truck. Too funny--these pets. Two cats now--one fat and scaredy--one anorexic and athletic--guess who rules the roost? I was a customs inspector at Highgate in those old days. Fun
Hi June,
Thanks for the comment on my poem. Your piece is really good. Too clever. I love the imagery and especially the part about the butt cheeks. I so wanted a way to work that into my own piece but it just so didn't go with what I already had so I had to let it go.
Pets are wonderful aren't they???
Lori
Your writing is lovely June. I've read several of your posts and I will be back. I put you on my blog list and happily you'll be right near the top!
ha ha what a lotta fun here.my butt cheeks arwe getting numb reading all these wonderful posts.
love the name of your blog btw.
kt, would that be Highgate, V'mon'?
No question on the ruler of the roost. Anorexic and athletic trumps fat and scaredy every time.
Lori, thank you for that "lovely." You have fed my soul.
soulbrush, thanks. I thought, when I chose my blog's name that it was clever and unique. I have since found that it is not unique, and not nearly so clever as I first imagined.
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