Much To Be Thankful For

May your table be full

and your blessings many

Happy Thanksgiving

From my castle to yours

See you after the Holidays

The Queen's Meme #14 ~ Do You Believe In Magic?

Welcome to The Queen's Meme #14
Sometimes silly. Sometimes serious.

Always fun!
Step out of the box. Be creative.

Use your imagination.
No one's answers are quite like yours.

This meme is called
Do you believe in magic?

It's all about those things we can't explain, things that go bump in the night, and other freaktacular occurrences. In this crazy world of ours, what's normal anyway??! We'll even talk about sparks of a pleasurable kind....if you dare. And since I'm in a daring mood, let's get started. Good luck. And please, try to stay out of the dungeon this week.
It's getting cold down there this time of year.

1. Tell us about your superstitions. Do you have any? Do you "x out" black cats on the windshield of your car, avoid cracks in the sidewalk or practice other rituals that make you feel safer?
Don't have any? Come on now! Make up some....

2. Has anything paranormal ever happened to you that you can write about?


3. Have you ever had a near-death experience?

Care to share?

4. Pheromones...aka "love fireworks" (I think I remember those)...are a force to be reckoned with. Do you believe that two people can have an uncontrollable chemical reaction to each other? How do you know this to be true?

5. Do you believe that modern day witches can put spells on people?

If so, who would you like to hoodoo and why?

6. ESP! What do those letters stand for in your life?

7. Do you ever hear strange noises in your house?

If so, what do they sound like?

8. Tell us about a time you "knew" something was going to happen before it did. Are you one of those intuitive types or do you know someone who is ? Do tell.

9. I'm a tad gifted in the dream department. Really. Sometimes my dreams are prophetic and come true. It can be a blessing and a curse. Has this ever happened to you? If not, would you like to have this gift? (Be careful what you wish for. It can be freaky at times.)

The Queen's Tuesday Meme #13 ~ Peaceful Places

Welcome to the Queen's Meme #13
Sometimes silly. Sometimes serious. Always fun!
Step out of the box. Be creative. Use your imagination.
No one's answers are quite like yours.

And please, stay out of the dungeon.
You don't want to go there.

The Queen's Peace Meme

I have been inundated with peace this week as I read through the huge list of peace posts from the BlogBlast For Peace last Thursday. Be patient. I will get to yours yet! It's good for me to savor the words and images I'm seeing as I seek my way through the healing process. After a rather intense couple of months, I'm enjoying a slow pot of coffee and a warm fire in Bloggingham Palace tonight. I could use some quiet time. It's a perfect time to talk about peace.

1. How do you find your own personal peace/nirvana?

2. Where do you go to find respite and solace?
Is there a particular place, city, country, room in your house?

3. Who is the most peace-loving person you know? What makes them so?

4. What do you do when your inner peace is threatened?
Do you have a strategy, a routine, religious faith, a mantra......to calm yourself down?

5. What is your favorite comfort food?

6. Do you have a pet that brings you happiness and peace? If not, what type of animals bring you peaceful thoughts?
7. What is your favorite peace song?

8. Did you post a peace globe on November 5th and participate in BlogBlast For Peace?
If so, please repost your peace globe here with a link to your peace post so that the Queen's players can enjoy it. If not, join in! It's not too late. Here's how....



November 5, 2009
The Peace Globe Gallery

Dona Nobis Pacem (The Queen's Meme will return Tuesday, Nov. 10)

What an amazing couple of days. You are inspiring! There are thousands of peace globes floating in the atmosphere on blogs, on Facebook, on Twitter. While the discussions have been full of peace and hope, they have also turned to the tragedy at Fort Hood, which ironically happened on BlogBlast For Peace day. Convictions shifted, writing became more intense, personally relevant, and even more full of the compassion. In the face of this and other atrocities, we still blog peace.

I will read each and every one of your posts and document the globes in the Peace Globe Gallery as I go. I've seen some incredible offerings! Please take the time this weekend to visit each other. Note that there are two Mr. Linky lists. The one you see below and the one on the original page here. Between them as of this morning there are 408 signatures but I am finding many many more through Google Alerts and on Facebook who did not sign in. I will add their names to the lists as I go and consolidate them. I believe the best part of BlogBlast is the sense of community and sharing during BlogBlast time. Enjoy them. Learn from each other. Make a new friend in a different country. Walk in the peace vibe through their eyes. You'll be astonished by the perspective you'll gain. I will see you in a little while to report new findings. Thank you all for participating, for offering your words that MATTER, for sending me personal condolences and love as well. I will never forget it.
Have a wonderful day! I will talk to you soon.

The Bargain

Once in a blue moon I am speechless.
And this day, of all days, I need to find words.

One week ago today I buried my father.
Had you been in my home fifteen minutes ago you would have seen a very different Mimi than the one you might have imagined. You know...the one who writes glowing sonnets tripping over a moonbeam of golden light in the middle of La-La land while dangling in a skirt and perfectly manicured nails - and let's not forget the feathered pen on golden threaded linen. Thoreau-ish? Not today.
Well, the nails are right. The rest? Not so much.

How, I asked the Universal Powers That Be, can I be expected to spout forth inspirational puff and fluff when all I want to do is rail against the indignity of the past five weeks. And loudly, I might add.

I am angry.
I am tired.
I am tired of being angry.
I am tired of being sick.
I am sick of goodbyes.

You see, when he was a living breathing roller coaster of complicated medical terminology, I could eek out a measure of hope. At least he was still breathing. Sometimes. I could imagine another day, another month, even another year at times...on the good days. Reality didn't pan out the way I wanted. Comas don't lie. No faith healer showed up. The best medicine in the world couldn't save him. I couldn't take away his pain nor could I erase what my eyes saw in that god-forsaken bed of hell he lay upon for thirty-two days and thirty-two nights after years of spiraling in and out of survivable mode. And now what do we have?

Reality.

I hate it.

The truth is, sometimes life is beyond difficult - it is overwhelming. It is energy-depleting. It is raw. Watching someone die agonizing slow is not pretty. The memories are not pretty. And no matter how hard I try to fashion a tale of peaceful prose this full-moon night in the South, I can't.


So I stood in my house and let fly out of my mouth what I really wanted to write in this post complete with words a Queen shouldn't say and an entire upside down string section of sorrow...that I am exhausted and resentful. That I don't want to write a War and Peace novella on this blog for peace day. That I am human. That I am overwhelmed. That I miss my daddy. That I can't stand the thought of him lying in a box of dirt. That I wish I could have done more to ease his suffering. How inadequate I felt at times. How mortal.

And then I remembered what the preacher said.

It was a graveside service. The violin had just played "Amazing Grace" I followed the trail of a spider along the vault mechanism and marvelled as a butterfly landed right in front of me on top of Daddy's casket flowers- all personal signs to me of graces and gratitude I needed to remember.

He told a story I'd never heard before about my father. One day while visiting Daddy for one of those are-you-right-with-God-discussions, the preacher asked a favor of him. You see, the pastor had lost his son in an accident just a year ago. With a shake in his voice standing under the green tent in the middle of a stone field full of my kin, he retold this conversation with my Dad. "Could I ask a favor of you, Walter? When you get to Heaven, I want you to promise me that you will look up my son. And then I want you to ask him to take you on a tour of Heaven. But when you do, be prepared, because he will take you on a tour like you've never experienced before. He's quite a character. I think the two of you would get along and it would mean a lot to me.
Let him show you around. Will you do that for me?"

Daddy smiled and agreed.
They struck a bargain.

He said he'd never before or since felt inspired to ask anybody else to do that for him. After the service I reassured him he'd made the right choice. "That's a safe bet," I told him. "Daddy will keep his word."

Then he picked up a handful of dirt from the ground at his feet and laid it squarely at the head of my father's pine box coffin. It wasn't a pretty moment for me.


My emotions raged. Inside the core of that damn box lay someone I loved and I couldn't touch him or smell him or get to him again...oh but I could see the dirt fly up under his cleats and the spit in his eye darting cross the shortstop line one more time. Rounding third base and digging in home base dirt with a powerful unassuming charge as if to say "My work is done. Your turn." A flock of birds flew over and I knew he was making his flight towards home, seeing new sights, wondering at the design of the Universe..and yes, I knew the pastor's young son would be waiting to escort the aged ballplayer laughing through the park on a firefly night full of stars.

And even as I remembered the nights he would scoop me up in his arms and carry my sleepy dusty self off the bleachers and to the car, the preacher kept talking about dirt. He said he wondered when my dad was playing baseball all those years, if he ever thought of the symbolism in the dust he kicked up and played in.....If he ever realized the evolution of Earth and sod and life and death returning to Earth. The cycle of resurrection and renewal.

When I saw him lay the handful of Earth on the box - it was right.

It was so right.

There is a place between two worlds I've heard of. Some say it is Holy.

I stood in that sacred space last week. I saw redemption and grace in a split second of time when one breath ended and another began. I am here as a witness to tell you it is full of Spirit.

Full of energy.

Full of peace.

In this life on the planet we share and walk around on, there is the world of peace and the world of war. The world of grace and the world of strife. The world of forgiveness and the world of unrest. Some live their entire lives with one foot in each space.

But I don't believe that is how it should be.

Daddy taught me to keep one foot on the base if I wanted to stay safe on a steal and to run like the wind in a split second of decision at the sound of his voice. When I told him on the day he died that is was OK for him to go....he took that safe-stealing foot and flew home. Just like that. At the sound of my voice. And just like his base-stealing eye always had my best interests in sight, so did my pigtailed pencil skirt heart feel him go.
I wanted to love him all the way home. I wanted to stand and cheer. I wanted to make his journey safe with both feet off the base so that he could fly into joy.

Sometimes peace comes kicking and screaming....as it did for me tonight... as it did for my dad in his final days. I am still struggling with the memory of those days. Sometimes the way to peace is not easy. But that doesn't diminish the promise. Nor should it delay the reality if we can help it. Even when peace comes knocking at the door all ugly and ragged and worn out - it's still full of hope.

Today on this blog and many many other places on the Internet, out of the living breathing earth rose a cry that somewhere....somehow....someday...there will be peace.

So today let us speak Dona Nobis Pacem in large loud numbers.

It is documented.

It is promised.

It is recorded.

When even one voice stands up to be counted among the peacemakers of the world, there is hope.

We all live on the same ball of dirt.

I'd forgotten about it, this photograph, from a few weeks ago at my father's bedside.One thing is perfectly clear:
It wasn't I who covered you, Daddy.
It was you who covered me.

There is a profound difference in

standing for peace

and standing in peace.

**NOTE** Hundreds of Bloggers are signing HERE too. Please do the same so that you don't miss any posts. Amazing day.

In Loving Memory of My Father

November 26, 1933 - October 27, 2009
I was with him this morning when he passed away. I am grateful for the time we had, the lessons we learned and the grace that always follows great love.

Thank you for your prayers and all the many acts of kindness shown to me throughout his illness.

Love to all of you - Mimi

**My Daddy Is Gone**

The Queen's Meme ~ Bloggingham Blues

Hello to my meme players on the Queen's Meme,

While I am dealing with my dad's illness and all that goes with it emotionally and otherwise, as well as attempting to attend to peace globes for the November 5th launch, I will not have a round of questions this week. Thank you for understanding.

As soon as my personal life settles down a bit and I can focus on the frivolous blogging that I so love to do, I will return with this meme.

If any of you would like to guest blog for me (any takers??!) and write a set of 7 questions, please send them to me via email. I'll post 'em with a link back to you and we'll go on as usual until I return.

That might be very interesting indeed.

I miss you all and will see you soon.

Mimi

mimilenox @ mimilenox.com
P.S. You do have your peace globes, right? There's always the dungeon....

The Queen's Meme #12 ~ The Crazy Hospital Meme

Welcome to The Queen's Meme #12.
A Tuesday meme
Sometimes silly. Sometimes serious. Always fun!
Step out of the box. Be creative. Use your imagination.
No one's answers are quite like yours.

And please, stay out of the dungeon.
You don't want to go there.

My dad is in the hospital this week. I have nice, neat, clean Institutions on my brain.

Ergo, you get The Crazy Hospital Meme. Let's get institutionalized, shall we?

The Crazy Hospital Meme

1. What is the strangest thing that has ever happened to you in a hospital (besides your illness)? Not enough towels? No condiments? Can't get your favorite channels? Come on, you can tell me. **Or....maybe this answer doesn't involve you being the patient.**

2. If you had your choice of IV cocktails, what would you choose?

3. Tell us your funniest hospital story.

4. Do you have any hospital phobias?

5. Imagine you are in bed trying to get some sleep after a long night of interruptions by the nurse on duty who would NOT stop waking you up to see if you were asleep...It is 3am. You finally get to sleep. She comes in at 3:15 and wakes you up again. What happens next?

6. You are stuck in the elevator with an attractive person of the opposite sex. You notice there is no wedding band. Do you strike up a conversation? If so, what is the first thing you would say?

7. A very odd patient wanders into your room from the upstairs psychiatric ward. What do you do?

The Queen's Tuesday Meme #11 ~ The Loud and Raucous Poetry Meme (Not)

Welcome to The Queen's Meme #11.
A Tuesday meme
Sometimes silly. Sometimes serious. Always fun!
Step out of the box. Be creative. Use your imagination.
No one's answers are quite like yours.

And please, stay out of the dungeon.
You don't want to go there.

This week the questions are sheer poetry. Nonsensical. Cerebral. Challenging. The answers should be too.
I have given you seven familiar limericks. Your job is to change them by filling in the blanks. Here's an example of a limerick.


There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
When they said, 'Does it buzz?'
He replied, 'Yes, it does!'
'It's a regular brute of a Bee!'


Lines 1, 2 & 5 rhyme. Lines 3 & 4 rhyme. You can use more than one word to fill the blank but the end words must rhyme appropriately. Now fill in the blanks with the limericks I've given you. Don't think about them too much. Usually the first word that pops in your head can be used to make a very funny poem. Try it!

1.There was an Old Man of ______,
Who lived upon ____________;
When that did not ______,
He took __________,
That nasty Old Man of _______.

2. There was a Young Lady whose _____,
Were unique as to color and___________;
When she opened them ______,
People all turned _______,
And started away in _________

3. There was a Young Lady of ______,
Who casually sat on a ________;
When the door squeezed her ______,
She exclaimed, '________?'
This courageous Young Lady of ________.

4.There was an Old Man with a _____,
Who bumped at it ________;
But they called out, '______!
You're a horrid old _____!'
So they smashed that Old Man with a ______.


5. There was a Young Lady whose ______,
Came untied when the birds sate _______;
But she said: 'I don't care!
All the birds in the ______
Are welcome to sit on my _______!'


6. There was an Old Man of ______,
Who never knew what he should _____;
So he tore off his _____,
And behaved like a ______,
That intrinsic Old Man of _____.

7. There was an Old Man of _______,
Who had the most curious ________;
For while he was ______,
He slept on a _______.
That funny Old Man of _______.

Hat tip: Edward Lear
Original limericks are HERE. Don't peek 'til you've finished or it's you-know-where for the likes of you.

If I were you, I'd do the meme.

The Queen's Meme #10 ~ The Tick-Tock Meme

Welcome to The Queen's Meme #10.
A Tuesday meme posted early this week

Sometimes silly. Sometimes serious. Always fun!

Step out of the box. Be creative. Use your imagination. No one's answers are quite like yours.

And please, stay out of the dungeon.
You don't want to go there.

The Tick-Tock Meme

1. Are you a Rolex watch, a Mickey Mouse watch, or a pocket watch?

2. Can you think of a time when you couldn't see the forest for the trees?

3. Can you think of a time when you were on the outside looking in?
What did you see?

4. Go back in time. Maybe a long time ago, maybe today. Pick an hour you'd like to freeze frame forever and tell us why. It doesn't have to be THE most important hour of your life, but make it a good one.

5. If you were a cuckoo clock, what would others say about you?

6. Can you think of a time when time stood still?

7. Watch this! You are a stopwatch. What would you stop?

8. Imagine you were just born and have infinite wisdom. After the doctor smacks your newborn dust ruffle you look around and say to the Universe: "Give me a whole lifetime to do "this" and I will bless the day I was born."
What did you choose?




If I were you, I'd do the meme.

The Queen's Meme No. 9 ~ The W Meme

Welcome to The Queen's Meme #9.
Step out of the box. Be creative. Have fun!
And please, stay out of the dungeon.
It's getting really crowded in there.







The Who, What, When, Where, Why Would You Meme

Who ....

is easy to love?
do you just wanna smack?
do you trust?
do you talk to when you're alone?


What....

dangerous things do you do while driving?
are you allergic to?
is Satan's last name?
is the last thing that moved you?
is the freakiest thing in your house?

When.....

is it time to turn over a new leaf?
will you be all that you can be?
is enough enough?
do you go to the dark side?

Where....

are your pants?
is your last will and testament?
is your junk food stash?
is Carmen Sandiego?


Why..... was the Lone Ranger alone?
was The Scarlet Letter scarlet?
are musicians sexy and plumbers not?
are there no seat belts on school buses?

Would you....

swim the English Channel for a doughnut and coffee? If not that, what?

forgive someone who deliberately hurt you?

rather believe a lie if it hurt you less than the truth?

you still be alive if you were sucked out of an airplane window? Would you just float around in space for while?

The Queen's Tuesday Meme #8 ~ The Bloggingham Love Shack

Warning: Hide the children!

There are love shenanigans in the dungeon.


Welcome to The Queen's Meme #8.
Step out of the box. Be creative. Have fun!

And please, stay out of the dungeon.

I've tried to avoid this subject. It is the fickle fodder of many a meme these days. Romance, s*x, relationships and breakups are really nobody's business. Wouldn't you say? Or perhaps it's the questions that are too personal and a bit juvenile at times. Middle school smooching is not exactly the end all and be all of civilization. (Is it? I don't know. I seem to have forgotten.) To tell you the truth, I'm getting just a little sick of all the love shenanigans going on in the dungeon down below. I can hear you. You are all just a wee bit too happy if you ask me. If I didn't know better I'd swear you want to stay!
But seriously, we could all use a little lot of romance in our lives. I promise not to ask questions that would make your mother blush. I suggest you tell her not to read your blog tomorrow.


Bloggingham Love Shack (aka The Romance Meme)
1. What is the craziest thing you've ever done in the name of love?

2. How much mystery should there be in a relationship? Is it a good thing or not?
3. Is there someone in the blogosphere you'd like to get to know more intimately? Have you been too shy to ask? Let me help you. Write a 3 sentence anonymous blove letter to them in this meme.
Leave a link if you dare. (I promise not to tell!)
"Dear Blogger, I've been meaning to tell you for the longest time that I ___________etc etc"
Or if you wish, do some matchmaking instead. "Dear Blogger #1 and Blogger #2, I think you would be perfect for each other. This is why..."
4. Describe a "perfect evening" with the one you love.

5. If you are in a relationship, describe the one thing that makes it work well for you. If you are not in a relationship, do you want to be? If so, what type of romance are you looking for? What would it look like in your life?
6. If you had to choose between having good s*x (I told you not to let your mother read this) OR intelligent conversation on a regular basis, which would you choose and why?

and finally.....a purely selfish question:

7. I've got the Bloggingham Blues. What type of man is right for Queen Mimi Pencil Skirt? Do any of you see love in her foreseeable future? What do you suggest I do to spice up my love life? What am I doing wrong????!

The Queen's Meme #7 ~ Message In A Bottle

Welcome to the Queen's Meme #7.

Today we're going to take a mini-vacation before summer gets away from us.

I hope you have fun with this!

And please, stay out of the dungeon.

Somewhere in a faraway bloggiverse on an island with a palm tree swaying in the breeze, a message bottle sits side by side with a Pina Colada and a cute little striped umbrella horizontally tilted in the beachy sand.

Did YOUR bottle make it to land? Have you checked lately?

There are now 285 bottles floating in the bloggy ocean just waiting to be mysteriously delivered to a tropical island near you. It's time you added yours!

Here are the rules:

You are about to send a virtual Message In a Bottle across the Blog Ocean. Leave a message in the sand or on the bottle. Write anything you wish. Be a pirate or a poet. Serious or silly. Rant or ruminate.

Anonymous or not.
What message would you like to send out to the universe?

Message In A Bottle Meme

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1. Compose a message to place in your virtual bottle below.

It can even be ANONYMOUS message.

I will not reveal your identity.

2. Right click and Save the graphic below

3. Use a graphics program of your choice to place the message on the picture

4. Post the meme and these rules on your blog

5. Tag a minimum of five people - or your entire blogroll - to do the same.
Notify them of the tag.

Your virtual bottle will remain afloat in the blogosphere ocean for all blogernity (That's a Mimism for blog + eternity.)I will add it to the master list of message bottles when you let me know you've completed the meme.

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'M ASKING YOU TO TAG. PLEASE DO!

I will also add it to Message In a Bottle blog with a link back to you.

How To Stay Out Of The Dungeon


Once upon a time in a faraway Bloggiverse there lived a maiden named Queen Mimi Pencil Skirt. She slayed her own dragons, stoked her own fire and well.....wrote memes by the light of the Bloggingham moon. One day a kind blogger from England noticed her meme lovin' ways and royally crowned her Mimi Queen of Memes. As time passed in the peaceful kingdom of Bloggingham, her Royal Highness found comfort in the company of fellow bloggers who also loved memes. But the Queen had a wicked disposition too. It is widely reported in historical Blogosphere archives that any and all bloggers found guilty of not completing their memes were promptly thrown into the dreaded Bloggingham dungeon.
If I were you, I'd do the meme

The Queen's Meme #6 ~ The Bachelor's Dating Meme

We're up early this week.
Welcome back to The Queen's Tuesday Meme. Each week the type of meme will change; sometimes silly, sometimes serious, but always fun!

This meme is all about using your imagination. Free your inner blogginess. Step outside the proverbial blox (that's blog + box for all you non-blog speakers). Answer these ridiculous situational questions and post them on your own blog. Here's the situation for today. We won't tell a soul. And remember:
Don't end up in the dungeon

The Queen's Meme #6 The Bachelor's Dating Meme

In honor of my 500th "Bachelor of The Day" to post this week on my site called Dating Profile Of The Day we bring you The Dating Meme. For three years I've been rummaging through online dating profiles to find the zaniest and most ridiculous profile headlines out there. They write 'em. I spoof 'em. Do you know that some folks are grammatically insane?? And some are just insane.

Ergo, today's meme was born.

Are you up for the challenge? Take a look at these seven dating profile headlines from real dating sites. Imagine you are trying to find a date and these gems have just landed in your inbox. How would you respond to them? Write a comeback response to each one. Be sarcastic, be funny, be brave! Spelling errors not my own. Names and locations have been changed to protect the terminally single. If you need inspiration, go HERE for hundreds of funny examples.

1. Birdbrain looking for a mate

2. Where Are All The Bad Girls?

3. A Good Woman Is Hard To Fine

4. Does God Know You've Escaped From Heaven?

5. I Put the Fun in DysFUNctional

6. Does this profile make me look fat?

7. I'm a no nonsince person with little tolorrance for stupitity

Good luck! And thank you for playing The Queen's Tuesday Meme.


How To Stay Out Of The Dungeon


Once upon a time in a faraway Bloggiverse there lived a maiden named Queen Mimi Pencil Skirt. She slayed her own dragons, stoked her own fire and well.....wrote memes by the light of the Bloggingham moon. One day a kind blogger from England noticed her meme lovin' ways and royally crowned her Mimi Queen of Memes. As time passed in the peaceful kingdom of Bloggingham, her Royal Highness found comfort in the company of fellow bloggers who also loved memes. But the Queen had a wicked disposition too. It is widely reported in historical Blogosphere archives that any and all bloggers found guilty of not completing their memes were promptly thrown into the dreaded Bloggingham dungeon.
If I were you, I'd do the meme

The Queen's Meme #5 ~ The Woodstock Meme ~ I Dig It!

Welcome back to The Queen's Meme. Each week the type of meme will change; sometimes silly, sometimes serious, but always fun!

This meme is all about using your imagination. Free your inner blogginess. Step outside the proverbial blox (that's blog + box for all you non-blog speakers). Answer these ridiculous situational questions and post them on your own blog. Here's the situation for today. We won't tell a soul. And remember:
Don't end up in the dungeon.

The Woodstock Meme

Forty years ago this week, three days of peace, love and rock 'n roll (and mud) happened near Bethel, New York. It was the Summer of 1969.
Attire: Hippie jeans. Long hair. Legal or illegal smoke. Psychedelic vibe.

The scene: You are at Woodstock. You go alone but meet up with a beautiful man/woman. You spend three days together.
Put yourself inside the peace & love vibe. You can choose to be stoned or straight. I put it in the story for the sake of reality. Just don't inhale in this meme.

This is the conversation you have upon meeting or you can make it into what you overhear others say.

It makes no sense and has no continuity by design.

You must fill in the familiar blanks to finish the story. Some are song lyrics. You may use more than one word to fill in the blanks.

Oh! I forgot to tell you (must be the smoke in here) You have a new name. It must a combination of the first letter of your first name, the third letter of your middle name and the last letter of your last name.
Peace out! Somebody might wanna turn on a fan in here.

1. "Hello, my groovy name is _____.

By the looks of those flowers in your hair, you must be_____ .

Didn't they tell you? No _____ allowed!

2. Come on, Baby, light my _____ .

When I lay me down to _____ I pray the_____ my _____ to keep.

If I _____ before I wake, I pray the _____ my _____ to take.

**puff puff**

3. Because the first time ever I saw your _____ I realized that what the world needs now is _____ sweet _____. Besides, I always feel guilty watching you _____ when I should be _____.

But I dig it!

4. Have I told you lately that I _____ you? Hey! Don't step on that _____ !!

Dude. That guy is really weird but.....

5. There's a party in my sleeping bag and half a million of my _____ friends are coming over tonight and we're gonna _____ my baby off my mind. Darn the luck. It's raining _____ (s) and _____ (s)

Luckily, Papa was a rolling _____ and I'm on a first name basis with the cops.

**puff puff**

6. I'm really digging your _____ but that _____ has got to go. Those flowers in your hair are beginning to smell like _____.

Have I told you lately that I _____ you?

** puff puff**

7. I'm beginning to see _____ in those trees over there. Do you see it?

Out of all the millions of hippies here, you are the most _____.

But I dig it, man.

**puff puff**

8. I'd use all my blood, sweat and _____ just to get next to your _____.

Love is free but I'd really like to buy that guy's _____.

It says "Make _____ not _____. " Far out!

9. I'm grateful to be _____ 'cause there's a bad _____rising in Jefferson's Airplane. But that's okay, 'cause Joe Cocker said I could get by with a little _____ from my friends.

10. Oh, by the way, your _____ is on fire. But I dig it.

** You might stay out of the dungeon if you post a picture of yourself or someone you know in your hippie clothes (if you're old enough)**

Be sure to read The Anonymous Player's answers in the comment section! He's a riot.