Stockings were hung…

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, Bone will post three (or more) words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything.

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This week’s words are:

It’s always something. Every year a new toy or a better game. Gets broken right away and then what happens. It gets recalled anyway. Lead poisoning? When I was a kid, we ate paint chips and look at me! Nothing wrong with my brain. You think I can afford all the latest gadgets? Me, working my fingers to stubs seventy hours a week? For what? To hear the rugrats whine and carrying on? Shut up or I’ll give you something to cry about!

I swear they must think I’m dim or on crack again to fall for the Christmas racket this year. They see an ad and don’t even think about the price. Maybe if their father’s would fork over some dough. Haven’t heard from Kenny or Jimmy lately. John’s in prison again and Frank’s shacking up with the milkmaid. Paul keeps bugging me for money, but come on already! I live in shoe for crying out loud. A moldy, leaky, smelly shoe that should have been condemned years ago. Would’ve been too if my youngest’s daddy hadn’t worked for the county zoning board.

Holiday spirit? Tell you what. The only thing gonna be hung in those stockings this year are packs of cigarettes. I get them at the reservation smoke shop. Merry Christmas.

By Rose Dewy Knickers, November 28th, 2007

Holiday Cheer

This is the link to my travel book post about my recent trip to London and Paris. I started with 15,000 words from my diary I wrote during the ten days and I’ve added about 7,000 more words since. I have a good feeling about this and I am enjoying the process and sharing what I’ve written with my friends. Let me know what you think if you click the link to go read.

The fourth Thursday of every November is celebrated in America as Thanksgiving. Although the first official government Thanksgiving Proclamation was back in 1777, it was President Lincoln who declared Thanksgiving to be a Federal Holiday. It was made permanent in 1941 to always be on the fourth Thursday of November.

Despite the often sporadic nature of Thanksgiving, it has remained a day set aside by many families to be thankful for events in their lives. To the early European settlers and to the founders of the United States of America, this day of Thanksgiving was for and about Almighty God and seeking His favor and forgiveness. It also coincided with the time of fall harvest and giving thanks for a full larder enough to get through the harsh winter was reason enough for a day of prayer.

As the nation grew through times of war and discovery, immigrants from other parts of the world began to come to this new land. Many came from across the ocean enslaved in shackles or as bonded servants. For them Thanksgiving was surely a bitter notion and freedom held to be only a mockery. So too did the Natives have cause for tears when those who had hunted and fished for centuries were forced off their ancestral lands or died from imported disease.

When President Lincoln declared Thanksgiving to be a Federal holiday, it was not in the spirit of the Civil War which soon engulfed the young nation. Nor did the families of the 620,000 soldiers on both sides who died have much cause for celebration and thanks. The wounded and the ravaged civilian populations may have given thanks for surviving, but the suffering reverberates to this day. Many would argue that this was a conflict to end slavery, but it was as much about State’s rights and the economic divide between North and South than it was about freeing Africans from bondage.

Yet Thanksgiving endures, despite the constant barrage of commercialism and the problems that have persisted through the 231 years of America’s existence as a nation. We are constantly bombarded by images and stories of violence and death from everywhere humans reside. We as a species seem unable to rise above our emotions and desires and accept the differences that make us strong. We as a people, as a nation are not the only ones living on the Earth and yet we act as if we are the most righteous.

On this day of thanks, I give thanks to all of you who have called me friend and given me hope in the future of mankind. Bless you one and all and may this time for you and your family be one of peace and joy.



President George Washington issued a national Thanksgiving Proclamation in 1789.

Now, therefore, I do recommend and assign Thursday, the 26th day of November next, to be devoted by the people of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our sincere and humble thanks for His kind care and protection of the people of this country previous to their becoming a nation; for the signal and manifold mercies and the favorable interpositions of His providence in the course and conclusion of the late war; for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty which we have since enjoyed; for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enable to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national one now lately instituted for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and, in general, for all the great and various favors which He has been pleased to confer upon us.

And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech Him to pardon our national and other transgressions; to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually; to render our National Government a blessing to all the people by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed; to protect and guide all sovereigns and nations (especially such as have shown kindness to us), and to bless them with good governments, peace, and concord; to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and us; and, generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as He alone knows to be best.

Given under my hand, at the city of New York, the 3d day of October, A.D. 1789.

Flavor of the month

I was reading yesterday Brian’s contract through Outskirts Press for his novel ‘Real Magic’ and particularly the Internal Revenue Service form. According to the IRS for federal tax purposes if you have a Tax Identification Number, (TIN), you are a ‘person’ in the eyes of the government. Most people have a Social Security Number which serves as the TIN, however for business purposes, the business itself is issued a separate EIN and considered a person.

The reason this means something to me, is that I can’t sign a contract because I’m not ‘real’. I have no SSN or birth certificate or identification of any kind. This matters to me because when I publish my book, I can’t do so as me, only as a ‘pen name’ of Brian’s.

Should this even bother me? Why is this so important to me?

It’s been suggested to me that I could incorporate myself as a business and thus have a EIN for myself, but only someone with a valid TIN can apply for a business. In the state of Florida you can create a fictitious name company or any number of partnerships, but this can only work if I can use the created EIN as my own. I think this could work, but I need to get more information.

I want to do this for me, but not at the expense of the rest of us. It’s not that I mind being part of Brian, after all, the rest of the boys could use his SSN and a pen name with no problem. It’s just when I’m writing I become real, and when I become real I want to live. Maybe this is a foolish dream on my part, but it does mean something to me to have an identity of my own.