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I'm glad you liked it Michael. Just started as a prompt that just keep growing. Thanks for commenting.

I want to come to your house. Usually I get invited and get sucked into making something and helping out in the kitchen. lol. I agree with sly, because I too had Mrs. Bucket (pronounced Bouquet of course) in my head. Anyway I wish you the best of luck and enjoy the holiday, Andy.

Any time you need me I'm here.

It is just me and Dad. We are having a honey glazed ham, fresh cheese biscuits, potatoes, baked apples, string beans, and I made my mother's cheesecake recipe and topped it peaches.

Um that is Stripper not Tripper. Figured I would toy with the prompts a bit like a foursome often do If you haven't read the Mayan End of the World Anthology Collection yet, please do so. The stories are varied and it is clear the various authors put real effort into bringing these worlds to life. Take a few minutes to read and comment. Remember an honest review, good or bad, lets the authors know that people are reading and interested in what they have created. Special Thanks to Cia for helping out Renee, by stepping in to get out this special anthology. Renee for her prep work on the anthology. Also thanks to Trebs for keeping this blog going. All the work you three put into this is greatly appreciated.

Happy Birthday Greg. Wishing you all the best!

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I find the older the I get the more I fall away but once raised Catholic you never get away from the guilt. I find my own way to deal with the world and pray that way. Do you enjoy snow or loath it?

Can someone pass me a bottle of holiday cheer?

I am beginning to wonder if there is anything that little group can't change to fit their needs.

When Peter decided he couldn't live the lie anymore, he came clean to his parents. They cut him out of their lives leaving him to make his own way in the world. When you are in college and trying to make ends meet there aren't a whole lot of options. Sometimes you do what have to in order to survive, especially during the holidays.

Peter sat at the counter near the window eating his salad. Country Café was nearly empty so he was able to lose himself in the quiet afternoon. Looking out the window he saw the clouds were rolling and he wasn’t happy about it. “Looks like rain.” Peter turned to find Sally sliding into the seat beside him. She set her coffee down and began to dig through her book bag. “Actually it is supposed to snow later.” Sally nodded and pulled out her lab book and began studying her notes. Peter bent d

So the world ends and the idiots are saved. Too bad there weren't enough people to actually have a chance at repopulating. Scary that only one is a girl. With the births the way they are now I would have expected the reverse. All girls and one boy or no boys at all.

It is sad reading of a suicide at such a young age. The grief of surviving and then marrying must be something he has to deal with daily. I wonder what the future holds for Greg. Interesting use of the idea for the end of the world.

This was the end of the world seen through the eyes of so many. You did a great job of keeping the story moving while never leaving the reader feeling like they were missing out on something. The prophesy in the beginning was a different way to set it up, while your astronauts at the end show there is a slight chance of humanity having a second chance. Really a well done story.

Yeah. You got one in the Anthology Cia. As usual a great story. I felt for Vance. He felt out of place before the accident, and after it felt that his chances for romance were now totally over. You handed that deftly as usual. Bravo.

Thank you Bill. That is what you get you when you grow up on Dr. Who, Star Trek, and every other science fiction show or book I could lay my hands on. It was the end of the world, but not the world everyone would immediately expect.

Thank you Dolores. I figured it was time to do something a little different again. Thanks for commenting.

Thank you Michael. After the darkness of the last Anthology I figured it would be fun to do something light and happy again. Glad you enjoyed it and commented.

You aren't alone in that one Russ. Then again I am from an Irish ancestry. Sometimes you just need to grieve in your own way and talking to them is the way to do it.

I know I am not the only one missing the women who helped shape my life, KC. Glad you liked it.

I stand here watching the snow fall Covering the ground and trees here Trying hard not to bawl Times passes by and days grow shorter But my memories of the past Wrap me in joy like a comforter It is hard not to have what once was To live life and enjoy what is now Accepting all my truths and flaws I miss your smiles, your love, and your scent I remember your laughs, joys, and times with me Forgetting any fight or argument Life goes on and times does pass The light of y

I have not exactly been enjoying this month. It has been hard for so many reasons. Forgive me, but this is going to be one of those blogs. 1) My job is hell. I work retail and that alone is hell for anyone who has to do it. However I get the added bonus of working customer service. That is its own special type of hell. I've been told I have ruined people's Christmas, Hanukkah, New Year's, Honeymoon vacation, and Wedding plans because I couldn't or wouldn't return something. Add in the weird hours and hellishly long hours and things just keep getting worse. I have finally reached the point where I know I need to find something else. I have been applying to both teaching positions and other jobs where my degree might come in handy. Please wish me luck there. 2) Health is not where it should be. This applies both to my father and myself. My father just had his cataract surgery last week. He came through with flying colors but this is just another event in what has been a trying year for his health. I nearly lost him this summer. Regardless of how much we fight, and the fact that half the time I feel three inches tall due to his comments, I still don't wish to see him dead. Add in the issues I've had with my mouth, the plantar's fascia, and my high blood pressure and yeah things aren't going so well for me either. My weight loss has gone to a stand still and basically I'm ready to sit down and cry. Oh well. 3) The school shooting. For six years I lived in Bethel, Connecticut and worked in Danbury. Every chance I got I took the ten minute drive to Newtown to go to the second run theater to catch up on movies or visited friends who lived in Sandy Hook. I returned to Long Island three years ago when my mother passed away and my father's health took a blow. Seeing the tragedy that has struck the area I knew so well is heart breaking. My heart goes out to all those who live and work there. I have friends who are teachers there. I'm blessed that luckily my friends were untouched by the tragedy directly, but will now live forever with this branded on their hearts and in the way the deal with students and families forever more. 4) Depression. This is one of those things that strikes most clearly at this time of the year. Whether it is the first year without someone you love, or the twentieth. Whether it is you being alone, or just feeling that way when surrounded by others. For some it is the dark thoughts that are allowed to run wild and take away the light that is all around them. I have so many friends that is affecting. I worry for them. I hope that if things get bad they can find the strength they need or the help they might to keep fighting and living the life they deserve. I'm dealing with a touch of it, but mine is nothing compared to some I know. 5) A sense of tradition. I don't know how to word this to make it seem kinder. I've never been a tic for tac kind of guy. My birthdays are usually total disasters. I've had to wait for people, had fights, been stood up, and had other issues but this one in a way was the worst. There have always been at least two things I could look forward to on my birthday. One was going out to a restaurant of my choice for either lunch or dinner. The second is a cake. Sometimes it has been homemade, sometimes it was just a cup cake but it was something. I got two gifts this year. One was a gift card and one was cowboy boots with a really large heel. Yeah, boots. I don't mind boots but with my plantar's fascia I was told low or no heels and make sure they don't bend and such. I wasn't even wished a Happy Birthday. The gift was left on my bed when I went to the grocery store. There was no cake and I wasn't taken out for a meal. A friend who was supposed to meet to go out, cancelled. I did get a great gift the day after from a close friend which helped, but as far as I'm concerned that was it, there are no more attempts at celebrating. It is just too painful. 6) Christmas - This has always been my holiday. This year there is no tree. There are barely any decorations. My father doesn't want them. I have gotten gifts from friends. I am stock piling them. I guess because I would like something to open on Christmas. It is also partially because after my birthday this month, well I would like to have something to look forward to for Christmas. I don't know if that makes sense. I guess the idea of being single and having to deal with another holiday isn't going to make me jolly. Instead I came across a picture of me dressed up in a Santa outfit and my mother beside me when I worked in a restaurant years ago, sort of reminding me why it was special and what I am missing. In so many ways I just need this holiday season to be over. 7) The New Year - Well the Mayans say the earth undergoes a major change or end. Depending on who you believe that ending was either last year or this coming Friday. If the world doesn't end then I can honestly say I wish everyone health, love, and support in the new year. -Wayne

YIELD Yeti is ensuring life decisions. GASSY

Andy - instead of just telling me you had bad thoughts write that story so I can read it.