Once upon a time in the land of trolls, unicorns were revered, and the brilliant blaze of the morning sky meant safe passage. Gray days were to be feared for that is when the trolls came out of their hidden lairs beneath the bridges. Woe unto anyone who dared venture forth on a gray day.
Written for Friday Flash 55.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Nursery Rhyme Redo: Patty Cake Patty Cake
Monday, December 12, 2011
Quote of the Week
For it is in giving that we receive.
- Francis of Assisi
This is true no matter the season, and no matter the gift.
- Francis of Assisi
This is true no matter the season, and no matter the gift.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Back in Time
While we were in St. Pete last month, we happened across an old Volkswagen show at Ft. DeSoto. Here are some of the more interesting ones.
Does this take you back?
Who doesn't love Krispy Kreme doughnuts? Yum!
It's 2 p.m. Do you know where your children are?
Move over Smart Cars - Volkswagen is here.
It's Party Time!
These and many more were on display in the parking lot of one of the Ft. DeSoto picnic areas. People were selling/swapping parts, cooking and eating. This puts a whole new spin on tailgating.
These and many more were on display in the parking lot of one of the Ft. DeSoto picnic areas. People were selling/swapping parts, cooking and eating. This puts a whole new spin on tailgating.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Quote of the Week
Friday, December 2, 2011
Secrets
| Image Source: Vegan Traveller |
Through the door walked a big little boy wearing a ball cap, torn jeans and dirty tennis shoes. The door keeps his secrets locked deep within where no one will know his shame or his sin. His T-Shirt is smeared with his blood and his tears. "Why did I have to send that stupid text?"
Written for Friday Flash 55.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Ravaged
This sofa once graced a happy home. A young couple sat here enjoying the fire, and contemplating all that life had to offer. Then came the war, and he was gone. Time passed slowly, the letters few and far between. Then, months later, he was returned, but he wasn’t really there. Life didn’t seem to have as much to offer now.
She couldn’t stay – she didn’t want to go. In the end, she took the things she cherished and returned home to be near her family. He sits in a dreary room, day in – day out, most of the time staring blankly into space. He knows she’s not coming back.
Now the sofa, donated and re-donated, sits by the road, soiled and broken. Its cushions long gone to some homeless man living in a cardboard village in a dank alley where the rats roam bravely through the darkened streets.
A fictional story written for Magpie Tales #93.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Quote of the Week
- Yiddish Proverb
We all come into the world in the same way. Who we become and what makes us different is the influence of our family, our environment and life's circumstances.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Post Turkey Day Blues
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| Mall of America |
My paper is blank
And my brain's turned to mush
Is it the turkey I thank
Or the holiday rush
My thoughts they are fleeting
Like ships in the night
Nary a greeting
Nor squeal of delight
So it's off to the store
In search of great deals
Through every door
I burst with great zeal
Then I stop and I stare
In total dismay
At the items on shelves
In complete disarray
What are they thinking
I thought to myself
The lights are all blinking
But I don't see an elf
So homeward I head
With my parcels in tow
My feet are like lead
And I'm moving slow
I bid good night
To the holiday shoppers
Grabbing a bite
With the holiday swappers
So homeward I head
With my parcels in tow
My feet are like lead
And I'm moving slow
I bid good night
To the holiday shoppers
Grabbing a bite
With the holiday swappers
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Giving Thanks
Thanksgiving is a time for giving thanks for everything that makes our lives special.
Here are some of the things I am thankful for:
My husband
My friends
My cats
Good food
Wine
Diet beverages
Being safe and warm in my house
Being able to buy groceries
Dining out
Summer days
Going to the beach
My sense of smell
My health
Exercise
My leaf blower
Electricity
Being loved
Clouds
Sunlight
Evening strolls
The freedom to be myself
Wishing everyone a wonderful and safe Thanksgiving!
Labels:
Family,
Food and Wine,
Holidays,
Lists,
Miscellaneous,
Pictures
Monday, November 21, 2011
Quote of the Week
Once you accept the fact that you're not perfect, then you develop some confidence.
- Rosalynn Carter
I believe this is true. We can become so concerned with making mistakes, that we begin to doubt ourselves. Once we are no longer burdened with the fear of imperfection, we are able to accomplish more and thus gain confidence in ourselves and our abilities.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Deep Thoughts
Happy, Sad
Puzzled, Mad
Bored out of your Gourd
Agitated, Frustrated
Revolving, Evolving
Filled with Joy
Filled with Pain
Preaching, Teaching
Forward Reaching
Magic, Tragic
Receiving, Achieving
Fantastic, Spastic
Hot, Cold
Timid, Bold
Fearful, Cheerful
Shrieking, Freaking
Calm before the Storm
How do you do
Not a Clue
Not a Clue
What does this Friday say to You?
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Nursery Rhyme Redo: It's Raining, It's Pouring
Upon the pillow beside my head
And there he will be until morning
Posted for dVerse poetry.
This seems quite appropriate considering the rainy day here.
Posted for dVerse poetry.
Friday, November 11, 2011
The Chilly Side
Waves on the Gulf
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| Result of last night's cold front. |
It's a bit cooler today.
Have a good weekend everyone!
Have a good weekend everyone!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Kicking Back
Monday, November 7, 2011
Quote of the Week
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. - Vladimir Nabokov
The smell of freshly baked bread transports you to your mom's kitchen. The salty scent of the sea returns you to a special vacation. The delicate fragrance of a rose reminds you of your first bouquet. These are all examples of how scents can bring the past to back to life. Our sense of smell is a unique link to memories, good or bad, pleasant or painful, happy or sad.
The smell of freshly baked bread transports you to your mom's kitchen. The salty scent of the sea returns you to a special vacation. The delicate fragrance of a rose reminds you of your first bouquet. These are all examples of how scents can bring the past to back to life. Our sense of smell is a unique link to memories, good or bad, pleasant or painful, happy or sad.
Friday, November 4, 2011
It's a Good Life
A few of my favorite shots to brighten
an otherwise dreary day.
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| I love my blankie |
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| Queen Sophie |
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| A sunny spot |
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| Three's Company |
Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Write From The Heart
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| Photo courtesy of Magpie Tales |
“Just because I wrote a few short stories and dabbled a bit in poetry over the years, I suddenly thought I could write the next great novel?” Never mind that her friends had been reading her stories for years and encouraging her to write more and longer pieces. You’ve got the knack. You’ve got talent. You can do this!"
“Ha! What do they know? No, that’s not fair. They were probably just being nice, and who knows maybe they really enjoyed my scribblings but that doesn’t mean I’ve got any real talent."
While she was ranting to herself about her inability to put any coherent words down on paper, she glanced at a magazine lying on the table and saw a quote by someone whose name she didn’t recognize. It said “Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self” by Cyril Connolly.
That struck a chord with Janet. "Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me. I have been so worked up about trying to find the right plot, and the right storyline. What do people want to read?"
"Yeah, that counts for something, but it’s not everything. For a story to be good, you need to put yourself into it."
Finally! She put her pen and paper aside, and turned to her keyboard and began to write. This time from the heart.
Written for Magpie Tales.
Written for Magpie Tales.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Quote of the Week
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