Cookie Baker #UseYourWords November 2015

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked four to six words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That is the challenge, here is a fun twist; no one who is participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

My words are: 

seasons ~ euphemism ~ honor ~ century ~ rise

They were submitted by: http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/  (Thank you for the inspirational words! :))

As I lay here watching your chest rise with each breath,
and my mind wanders to thoughts of last night,
when you chose to honor my body,
by giving me the best orgasm of the century.
I cannot help but wonder when you will wake,
and what will happen next.
Will you be gone again before I can properly say Good morning?
Will you stay around a while?
I never know how you will act,
what you will say,
or when I will see you next.
Christmas is quickly approaching.
I spent so many of the holiday seasons of the past alone.
My days void of your presence.
My holidays spent missing you and longing for your embrace.
Will this year be the same?
Or will you show up, surprising me, and making my day perfect.
You used to always be around.
Every single day.
We use to pass the time talking and kissing and existing together.
We made each other happy.
We made each other complete.
I miss those days.
I miss those moments of happiness.
I miss making wonderful memories with you.
Like that lazy Christmas night, back in 2006.
The one we spent on the pile of pillows in the den,
watching movies, eating popcorn, and enjoying each other.
That was the day you decided that cookies most definitely needed to be a euphemism for orgasms. 
I have never been able to eat a cookie without giggling since.
Now, it seems like that is all we are to each other.
Cookies.
I miss when we were so much more than cookies.
I miss when you were an actual part of my life.
I miss you. I miss us. Not this us, but the old us.
The us when we actually lived together, and not just lived and occasionally saw each other.
Of course we have never actually lived together.
You would never do that.
That would be too settled. Too normal. Too domestic.
You thrive on being undomesticated and a rebel.
You thrive on beating your own drum rhythm and living your own life.
Maybe one day you will change your rhythm. 
Maybe one day we can make a rhythm in tandem.
Maybe we can create a life together.
Under the same roof.
With the same goals.
Maybe one day.
I won't hold my breath.
For now I will simply enjoy these moments,
when you choose to include me in your life.
When you come and make some memories.
When we share some cookies and a laugh or two.
When you act almost like things never changed.
Like you never walked away.
Like you never decided I didn't fit into your plan. 
Like you never decided I didn't fit you.
Until then I will just lay here, next to you,
while you sleep next to me.
I will silently tell you how much I love you.
Tell you how much you mean to me.
Then once you wake, I will pretend to sleep,
so you can slip out silently, like you always do.
Leaving me to wonder when you will return.
Knowing when you do, it won't be the real you.
The you I fell in love with.
The you that showed me what love and cookies are.
That taught me how to be bold and brave.
The you that made me dream of the future.
The you I love.
It will be this you.
The one that comes and goes randomly.
Never really saying much.
Never really connecting with me.
It will be the cookie baker.



I hope you enjoyed how I used my words! I hope you all have a fabulous weekend! Please take a few minutes to check out all the other Use Your Words posts! I am certain my friends have written some amazing posts, using their words perfectly! 

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:

http://bakinginatornado.com                                     Baking In A Tornado

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/                          Spatulas on Parade

http://themomisodes.com                                          The Momisodes

http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/                                 Sparkly Poetic Weirdo

http://www.southernbellecharm.com                        Southern Belle Charm

                 http://www.renasworld.com               Rena’s World                 

http://batteredhope.blogspot.com                      Never Ever Give Up Hope http://dinoheromommy.com/                               Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/                The Bergham Chronicles

http://eileensperpetuallybusy.blogspot.com/              Eileen’s Perpetually Busy

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/                   Confessions of a part-time working mom

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                   Someone Else’s Genius

http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com                               Climaxed

http://www.angrivatedmom.wordpress.com                 The Angrivated Mom

A Day In The Life of a Kid .... February 2015 #SecretSubjectSwap

Welcome to February's Secret Subject Swap. This week, 15 brave bloggers submitted a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts. 

My “Secret Subject” is:

You wake up and discover you are your kid. Which kid are you and what do you do?

It was submitted by: http://themomisodes.com (Thank you for such a great subject! xoxo)

This subject was so thought provoking for me. I think the easiest answer would be Weewee. I would most likely spend the day eating all the COOKIES and playing with all my toys and watching all the ELMO. That is a typical day for her, minus eating all the cookies. I am not that cool of a mom. She is the energizer bunny. She plays and plays and plays and plays. Recently, she has taken a slightly bigger interest in TV, mostly Sesame Street (especially Elmo). She will wander around the living room playing with her toys and having tea parties with Mama (me). Now, more than ever, she takes longer TV breaks, and seems to particularly love it when Elmo's World is on.

Yes, that would really be the easiest answer. After some thought and internal debate, I decided not to take the easiest road this time. 

I would be Kateri. My sweet, precious angel baby. 

I really am not sure how this would work. It is my secret subject, and up to my interpretation. (I would LOVE to know how you would interpret this subject. Please feel free to tell me in the comments!) As I was pondering this, I was trying to decide if she would get to hang out with me, or if that would be impossible, since technically I am her. I decided that since I was waking up as her, I would not be available in my normal presence. This makes me sad, but it really seems the most logical conclusion.

If I were able to be myself and her, I would spend the entire day holding her and telling her I love her. Just for the record.

If I were able to be her, I would live life. In my mind, I wake up and I am her. I am not the tiny little baby that was born into this world. I would be the eleven year old girl, that she would be if she were here today. 

I would eat candy, ice cream, cake, cupcakes, cookies, etc, etc. I would experience as many of the foods and drinks that kids love, that I could fit into the day. I would swing on a swing, slide down a slide, and cross the monkey bars. 

I would watch The Little Mermaid and Dirty Dancing. I would listen to Bob Marley. 

I would sit in a photo booth and take pictures, to leave behind, so my mom (Me) would have something to cherish. 

I would visit my family. Let them hug me and meet me, since they were never able to do this previously. 

Since my existence, would be a miracle, I honestly feel anything would be possible and money would not be an obstacle. 

I would go visit Matt Damon and I would tell him about my mom (Me). I would tell him that she has loved him forever and a day. I would encourage him to visit her, but warn him that it would be at his own risk. I would tell him that she admires him and all the good he is doing, and thank him for all he has done and will do. I would know that is what my mom (I) would do if she (I) could. Then, I would add that he is an idiot for being a Patriots fan and should seriously consider becoming a Green Bay fan. Hey, I am my mom's child, after all.

I would go see the Eiffel Tower. I would take pictures with it, for my mom (Me) to cherish. 

I would swim with the Manatees. 

I would go to an Atlanta Braves game. I would go to a Boston Red Sox game. I would go to a Green Bay game. I would go to a Boston Celtics game. I would go to a Golden State Warriors game. I would watch Jimmie Johnson race. 

I would walk across the Golden Gate Bridge and visit the Grand Canyon.

I would visit Disney World, and ride all the rides. I would take pictures with Eeyore for my mom (me).

I would color some pictures for my mom to cherish forever.

I would make my mom an awesome coffee cup, so she would think of me every time she made coffee (which is often). I would also drink some coffee, just to see if all the hype my mom gives it is worth it. Of course it would be, because my mom is very wise, particularly when it comes to the greatness of coffee.

I would sit in on a class at Harvard Law school. My mom used to tell me, while I was growing in her tummy, that I could grow up to be ANYTHING I wanted to be, but that she would always secretly hope I ended up going to Harvard Law. She said that she would support me in ANYTHING (legal) I chose to do, but that if I could help defend justice, that would be extra cool.

I would visit my Dad. My mom does not talk to him anymore. Losing me was too much for them to bare, but I know she would want me to see him, even though I cannot see her.

I would hand out book bags filled with supplies to homeless people.

I would visit Washington D.C. and remind the politicians that HONESTY is important, as is doing the right thing. I would tell them they should be allied with the people, and not with any particular political parties or corporations. I would remind them that their goal should be to make this country a better place to live for everyone, not just people that fund them and share the same political party label they do.

I would jump on a trampoline.

I would go skydiving.

I would ride a bicycle.

I would visit my sister Weewee. I give her hugs and kisses. I would give her some cookies, my mom doesn't let her have nearly enough. 

I would visit Chad. I would tell him that my mom loves him lots and talks to me about him all the time. I would thank him for taking such good care of my Mommy. I would ask him to give my mom hugs and kisses from me every day, since I cannot do so myself.

I would visit Embee. I would tell her what a cool kid she is, and tell her that my mom talks about her a lot, and that my mom thinks that she and I would be BFFs, if I were here. I would let her know my mom loves her very much, and that she has always told me stories about her, saying that I would probably be doing the same things, since we are so close in age. 

I would take pictures with Chad, Weewee, and Embee, so that my mom can cherish them forever. 

I would hide a bag full of money, where I know my mom would find it, so she could do all the great things she wants in this world. (Hey, this is my interpretation!)

I would live.

Then I would go back to Heaven, and let my mom (me) come back. 

**A few side notes** For anyone that may not know... Kateri is my daughter that died in 2003, after I went into labor prematurely. 

If at all possible, I would happily stay her forever, and let her live, even if it meant I could no longer live. I am sure she would do this thing called life way better than I do it.

Thank you for taking the time to read this post! 

Here are links to all the sites now featuring February's Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a drink, and check them all out. See you there:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                          Baking In A Tornado

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/          Stacy Sews and Schools

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com                     Spatulas on Parade

http://dinoheromommy.com/                           Dinosaur Superhero Mommy

http://themomisodes.com                                          The Momisodes

http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com                              Climaxed

http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/        Confessions of a part-time working mom

http://www.southernbellecharm.com                       Southern Belle Charm

http://thelieberfamily.com                                             The Lieber Family

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                      Someone Else’s Genius

http://www.eviljoyspeaks.wordpress.com                         Evil Joy Speaks

http://www.gndisney.wordpress.com                        Disneyland in Kentucky

http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/                               Sparkly Poetic Weirdo 

http://www.JuiceboxConfession.com                           Juicebox Confession