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Operation Snowball and Snowflake
December 15, 2021 By Joy Lynn Clark Years ago back in the late 80s early 90s I attended operation snowflake and then snowball. Snowflake was a one-day retreat hosted by my junior high school. We spent the day doing teambuilding exercises all focused on preventing the types of behaviors that lead to drug abuse among other things. I was a pretty hip urban kid lol that did grow up in the burbs, But I visited the city a lot. Which is why I am so much cooler. I just moved to my dads house and I was struggling to fit in with my new neighborhood’s, “ Valley” sort of kids.…
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Vocal Playlist
12/14/2021 By Joy Lynn Clark This playlist is mostly stuff that was sung by me or my cousin or her girl lol let’s see how that sounds.
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The Soaps
By Joy Lynn Clark December 10, 2021 Since I was a child I followed the soap operas. Grandma always had them on in the afternoons. Grandma’s TV would be on anytime we were inside. In the mornings grandma would work in the garden and I would swear they were too many worms. By noon we are back inside, soaps are on, and we and by we, I mean grandma, are doing laundry. Up and down the basement steps. Sometimes I would look at the, cheap, old, Bach Bust by the piano that needed a tune. Grandma’s not really into cheap things but, we ain’t rich folks. On the TV, soaps.…
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My favorite genius: Stephen Hawking
December 10, 2021 By Joy Lynn Clark I got into Stephen Hawking years ago when I was watching Syfy – A lot. My fondest recollection was a show Where he explores time travel. Hawking Males a letter to the future. The hypothesis is that if he can go faster than light speed, the mail with then be delivered to the future. OK, I am no genius but then he relates another hypothesis about then sending the mail to the past. But, Stephen I say to myself isn’t that just the present because time is always moving forward? Yes I am a smart ass and if I could travel to the…
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The infamous game – whoopin mama (RPG)
By Joy Lynn Clark December 7, 2021 As a child, some of the kids from my block in U.P. And I played, “whoopin Mama”. We would select a player as the whoopin mama and they would grab their belt. We then would chide them – hard. We would make faces, turn around and shake our butts, and if we were in the garage we would even make a mess – just to unleash the whoopin mama. “You bad kids!”, hollers the whoopin mama. “Clean up this mess,” yells the whoopin mama. “OK mama” answers the good kids. But one kid always has to be a smarty pants. Whichever kid was…
