It is day 18 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Home at Last". Visit Nicky's post for more homeward bound entries.
Home is all the things you know by name: a family of dishes, books, and clothes that waits for you to choose among them every day. We're ready for you is what the chorus in your house sings. Your fingerprints are grinning on their faces.- Michael J. Rosen
For most of us, no matter how grand the vacation, or exotic the location, there really is no place like home.
About 10 years ago, we were on our way home from our annual Florida vacation. We left the beach a little before 9 a.m., and after a few stops, crossed the Savannah River just before 5:00. Dinner was ribs and oysters at a lakefront restaurant, then we continued driving until 10 p.m. We stopped for the night in Columbia, SC, about 3 hours from home. Two bad hotel rooms later, we were on the road again. At 2 a.m. we were home at last!
Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
All About Dood
Our black and white cat's official name of record is R.P., but I started calling him Doodle, which eventually got shortened to Dood. Rosie usually takes center stage, so I thought this would be a good time to let Dood shine a bit. He is such a little dude and really does love his Rose buddy.
I'm feeling a little stressed out.
I don't get no respect.
This is my spot in the sun.
Can you see me now?
Are you talking to us? Whatever, dude!
Saturday, February 16, 2013
A Musical Birthday
Music is a broad topic and covers a lot of territory. I don't have one favorite type of music, nor one favorite song, genre or band. But for today's prompt I chose Bon Jovi. For over ten years now I've been a fan, from the first time I heard "Thank You For Loving Me", to their latest single "Because We Can".
So for my birthday this year we have tickets to a show in the "Because We Can" Tour next month. This will be our second Bon Jovi concert.
"Because We Can"
Friday, February 15, 2013
Or Else
It is day 15 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Or Else". Visit Nicky's post to see what else is going on. This is also posted for Friday Flash 55.
We had been warned over and over that we should straighten up or else, but those were just words.
So the moment that glass broke, our fate was sealed. Mother Superior rapped her ruler on the desk as we stood silent before her.
I guess now we will find out just what "or else" meant.
Edit: For story background, click on the link above.
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So the moment that glass broke, our fate was sealed. Mother Superior rapped her ruler on the desk as we stood silent before her.
I guess now we will find out just what "or else" meant.
Edit: For story background, click on the link above.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Is it a Blintz or a Crepe?
It is day 14 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Where can I find a good blintz". Visit Nicky's post to see who's still hanging in, and where they go for a blintz.
This is the Sweet Sage Cafe in North Reddington Beach, FL. We found this place last fall, and from the road it looks like a tiny little place, but there's plenty of seating inside plus a gift shop chock full of souvenirs, jewelry and pretty knickknacks.
The patio is even more quaint with signs, decorations and figurines everywhere. They are open for breakfast, brunch and lunch, and the food is very good.
I'd never had crepes before. I know you're asking how could anyone not have had crepes. I like to try new things, especially while I'm on vacation, so when I spotted them on the menu I jumped at the opportunity. I chose the banana & coconut, and they were warm with creamy filling and tasty toppings. Hubby and I split this for breakfast.
Now from what I've read there is very little difference between crepes and blintzes. However, since these are crepes, I can't tell you where to get a good blintz. But I can tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed my first crepes, and highly recommend them, and the Sweet Sage Cafe. It would be a lovely place for a Valentine's Day Brunch...if it just weren't so far away.
This is the Sweet Sage Cafe in North Reddington Beach, FL. We found this place last fall, and from the road it looks like a tiny little place, but there's plenty of seating inside plus a gift shop chock full of souvenirs, jewelry and pretty knickknacks.
The patio is even more quaint with signs, decorations and figurines everywhere. They are open for breakfast, brunch and lunch, and the food is very good.
I'd never had crepes before. I know you're asking how could anyone not have had crepes. I like to try new things, especially while I'm on vacation, so when I spotted them on the menu I jumped at the opportunity. I chose the banana & coconut, and they were warm with creamy filling and tasty toppings. Hubby and I split this for breakfast.
Now from what I've read there is very little difference between crepes and blintzes. However, since these are crepes, I can't tell you where to get a good blintz. But I can tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed my first crepes, and highly recommend them, and the Sweet Sage Cafe. It would be a lovely place for a Valentine's Day Brunch...if it just weren't so far away.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Unintended
It is day 13 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Unintended". Visit Nicky's post to see what the others never intended to do.
It was a long restless night as I tossed and turned with words and phrases spinning their way through my head like a whirling dervish, spitting out snippets of stories that will never be written. I guess that's what happens when writers try to wring out wrinkled words like a well worn dish rag.
I had thought of writing about when Dood moved inside to live with us, an unintended addition to our family.
Then there was the dream I had while pondering this dilemma where my mom and I were shopping at a mall. We were walking and talking and were several stores away when I realized I was still carrying a dress that I hadn't paid for. Since it was quite a walk back, I told her to sit and wait while I returned it. Unintended shoplifting.
But none of these seemed worthy of the challenge, so feeling the pressure of this mind-numbing insanity, I tossed and turned some more as the hour of dawn approached.
Disclaimer: When I entered this challenge, it was never my intention to present such drivel for public view.
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| I think he's too stressed. |
I had thought of writing about when Dood moved inside to live with us, an unintended addition to our family.
Then there was the dream I had while pondering this dilemma where my mom and I were shopping at a mall. We were walking and talking and were several stores away when I realized I was still carrying a dress that I hadn't paid for. Since it was quite a walk back, I told her to sit and wait while I returned it. Unintended shoplifting.
But none of these seemed worthy of the challenge, so feeling the pressure of this mind-numbing insanity, I tossed and turned some more as the hour of dawn approached.
Disclaimer: When I entered this challenge, it was never my intention to present such drivel for public view.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Hello Mr. President
It is day 12 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "The Day I Met Abraham Lincoln". Visit Nicky's post to see more creative stories.
The year was 1863, and President Lincoln was about to make a speech that would be known forever more as the "Gettysburg Address."

150 years later...
Ready as I'll ever be so here goes
Press start
Set date to 1863
Turn dial clockwise to 150
Press launch and close eyes
Count to 5
Open eyes
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States."
This is truly amazing. It worked. I don't believe it. Well, I always knew it was possible. At least I thought it was possible. I hoped it was possible.
Oh the doors this could open. We have the chance to relive history, to right wrongs, and to learn what we should have learned the first time. We can prevent diseases, save lives, and maybe even prevent wars.
As I look around I see a crowd gathering. Abraham Lincoln is taking the stage. I am about to witness the famous Gettysburg Address. This is terrific, huge, earth shattering, but as with much technology today, in the wrong hands this could be dangerous.
As I study the crowd, one thing I didn't think about is my appearance. I stick out like a sore thumb. All the women we were wearing long dresses and bonnets. The men were dressed in suits and hats. The plain and the fashionable alike had turned out to hear their President, and here I stood in my 21st century clothes with my mouth agape, staring like some deranged fool. That should raise some eyebrows.
Fortunately, for the moment all eyes were on Lincoln. His speech was important and everyone was riveted. "Four score and seven years ago..." It sent chills up and down my spine. I'm standing in the middle of one of the most written about periods in our history. I had to pinch myself to believe I was really here.
All the years of research, late nights and testing paid off, and now, like the rest of the audience, I stood with eyes glued to the stage. Only unlike the others, I had future knowledge of where the country was headed and how hard the next years would be. A shattered country, continued war, loss and years of rebuilding afterward.
He finished speaking and amid thunderous applause he walked out into the crowd, shaking hands and speaking with constituents. Then he noticed me standing there still staring like a crazy person, my eyes following his every move and my camera case hanging from my shoulder.
"I say there madame I don't believe you are from around here. Might I ask where you are from?"
As he approaches me, I'm thinking this is fantastic...no wait, it's a disaster. I could be in real trouble here. I put all my efforts into getting here, with little thought to what I'd do after I got here so I can't explain my presence.
"Hello Mr. President", I said, "I don't think you would believe me if I told you."
And that is how I met Abraham Lincoln.
The year was 1863, and President Lincoln was about to make a speech that would be known forever more as the "Gettysburg Address."

150 years later...
Ready as I'll ever be so here goes
Press start
Set date to 1863
Turn dial clockwise to 150
Press launch and close eyes
Count to 5
Open eyes
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States."
This is truly amazing. It worked. I don't believe it. Well, I always knew it was possible. At least I thought it was possible. I hoped it was possible.
Oh the doors this could open. We have the chance to relive history, to right wrongs, and to learn what we should have learned the first time. We can prevent diseases, save lives, and maybe even prevent wars.
As I look around I see a crowd gathering. Abraham Lincoln is taking the stage. I am about to witness the famous Gettysburg Address. This is terrific, huge, earth shattering, but as with much technology today, in the wrong hands this could be dangerous.
As I study the crowd, one thing I didn't think about is my appearance. I stick out like a sore thumb. All the women we were wearing long dresses and bonnets. The men were dressed in suits and hats. The plain and the fashionable alike had turned out to hear their President, and here I stood in my 21st century clothes with my mouth agape, staring like some deranged fool. That should raise some eyebrows.
Fortunately, for the moment all eyes were on Lincoln. His speech was important and everyone was riveted. "Four score and seven years ago..." It sent chills up and down my spine. I'm standing in the middle of one of the most written about periods in our history. I had to pinch myself to believe I was really here.
All the years of research, late nights and testing paid off, and now, like the rest of the audience, I stood with eyes glued to the stage. Only unlike the others, I had future knowledge of where the country was headed and how hard the next years would be. A shattered country, continued war, loss and years of rebuilding afterward.
He finished speaking and amid thunderous applause he walked out into the crowd, shaking hands and speaking with constituents. Then he noticed me standing there still staring like a crazy person, my eyes following his every move and my camera case hanging from my shoulder.
"I say there madame I don't believe you are from around here. Might I ask where you are from?"
As he approaches me, I'm thinking this is fantastic...no wait, it's a disaster. I could be in real trouble here. I put all my efforts into getting here, with little thought to what I'd do after I got here so I can't explain my presence.
"Hello Mr. President", I said, "I don't think you would believe me if I told you."
And that is how I met Abraham Lincoln.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Quote of the Week
It is day 11 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Road Trip". Visit Nicky's page to see where everyone else is going.
The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land. - G.K. Chesterton
The world is full of amazing places, and we often seek out the foreign and exotic, yet some of our greatest adventures are right in our backyard. A road trip is a great way to see your own country through fresh eyes.
This was taken in Cherokee, NC last fall. I believe this is the Hiawassee River, which is a tributary of the Tennessee River.
The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land. - G.K. Chesterton
The world is full of amazing places, and we often seek out the foreign and exotic, yet some of our greatest adventures are right in our backyard. A road trip is a great way to see your own country through fresh eyes.
This was taken in Cherokee, NC last fall. I believe this is the Hiawassee River, which is a tributary of the Tennessee River.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
The Mayors of Winston-Salem
It is day 10 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "The Mayor". Visit Nicky's page to see what the other long-suffering participants have written.
Winston and Salem merged into Winston-Salem and was officially incorporated in 1913. Oscar Eaton was elected as the Mayor of Winston before the incorporation, and he served until 1917. Until then there were mayors for both Winston and Salem.
During Mayor Eaton's tenure, a lot was done to bring Winston-Salem into the 20th century such as the paving of First Street and the opening of the Salem Water Plant. Also the Public Works department was established, and in 1915 the first police cars were purchased.
During our official 100-year history, Winston-Salem has had 18 mayors. Of those 18, George Coan served two non-consecutive terms during 1929-1935 and 1943-1945. There were two who served one-year terms. R. J. Reynolds (I think you'll recognize that name) from 1941-1942, and J. Wilbur Crews from 1942-1943.
There were two mayors who served for 12 years each, Marshall Kerfees 1949-1961 and Wayne Corpening, 1977-1989.
The current mayor, Allen Joines has been in office since 2001. The majoral election is coming up later this year, and Joines is seeking a fourth term.
Image Source: Winston-Salem Mayors' Biographies.
Winston and Salem merged into Winston-Salem and was officially incorporated in 1913. Oscar Eaton was elected as the Mayor of Winston before the incorporation, and he served until 1917. Until then there were mayors for both Winston and Salem.
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| Oscar B. Eaton |
During our official 100-year history, Winston-Salem has had 18 mayors. Of those 18, George Coan served two non-consecutive terms during 1929-1935 and 1943-1945. There were two who served one-year terms. R. J. Reynolds (I think you'll recognize that name) from 1941-1942, and J. Wilbur Crews from 1942-1943.
There were two mayors who served for 12 years each, Marshall Kerfees 1949-1961 and Wayne Corpening, 1977-1989.
The current mayor, Allen Joines has been in office since 2001. The majoral election is coming up later this year, and Joines is seeking a fourth term.
Image Source: Winston-Salem Mayors' Biographies.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
The not-so-15-Minute Shower
It is day 9 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "15 minutes". Visit Nicky's page to see what the other long-suffering participants have written.
It is Saturday morning, and like most mornings I woke up hungry. Only this morning is different. Not only am I hungry (we usually go out for breakfast on Saturdays), but I have nothing to offer for today's prompt. Hubby asks if it's okay if he grabs a 15-minute shower - he's playing to the prompt you see. I say fine.
Now there is something you need to know, but would probably rather not because it borders on TMI, but here goes anyway. Hubby is not known for short showers, nor is he known for starting those showers upon entrance to the bathroom. If you've ever heard the expression "reading room", you have your answer, but there's more.
Enter Sophie. Yes, the cat, or more appropriately, his cat. That is where she likes to spend quality time with her Daddy. He brushes her. Her little pink hair brush sits next to the wastebasket, and it's not unusual to find copious amounts of Sophie hair in there after brushing session.
Back to the present. I am sitting on the bed with my notebook and tablet (and my cat) struggling to come up with something read-worthy on the subject of 15 minutes. I set the stopwatch function on my phone and after 25 minutes I had not heard the water start. Because he can't hear me over the fans, I get up to move things along. I say, "You said you were going to take a 15-minute shower and it's been over 25 minutes and you haven't even started."
Hubby: "Well, now you've got your story"
Conclusion: He finally got his shower in the time it took me to write this, which proves he can shower in under 15 minutes, and this is what you get when I've got nothing to give.
It is Saturday morning, and like most mornings I woke up hungry. Only this morning is different. Not only am I hungry (we usually go out for breakfast on Saturdays), but I have nothing to offer for today's prompt. Hubby asks if it's okay if he grabs a 15-minute shower - he's playing to the prompt you see. I say fine.
Now there is something you need to know, but would probably rather not because it borders on TMI, but here goes anyway. Hubby is not known for short showers, nor is he known for starting those showers upon entrance to the bathroom. If you've ever heard the expression "reading room", you have your answer, but there's more.
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| Are you gonna brush me? |
Back to the present. I am sitting on the bed with my notebook and tablet (and my cat) struggling to come up with something read-worthy on the subject of 15 minutes. I set the stopwatch function on my phone and after 25 minutes I had not heard the water start. Because he can't hear me over the fans, I get up to move things along. I say, "You said you were going to take a 15-minute shower and it's been over 25 minutes and you haven't even started."
Hubby: "Well, now you've got your story"
Conclusion: He finally got his shower in the time it took me to write this, which proves he can shower in under 15 minutes, and this is what you get when I've got nothing to give.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Le modèle français
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The plane landed in Paris, and after a long flight, Sylvie was tired and longed for a hot bath. Awed by the ornate fixtures, she checked into her five-star hotel.
"Bonjour Madame, comment allez-vous?"
"Je vais bien, merci. Et vous?"
"Sera Mademoiselle besoin d'une clé ou deux?"
"Une, S'il vous plaît. Sylvie followed the bellman to her room. "Merci monsieur." She tipped him and closed the door. The years of French lessons she had taken in preparation for this had paid off.
After drawing a hot bath, she poured a glass of the chilled champagne that had been waiting for her. She slipped into the tub, luxuriating in the steaming lavender scented water. As she soaked she thought about what brought her to Paris.
She was participating in Fashion Week, and her boyfriend would be arriving tomorrow, hence the champagne she was enjoying. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. At the last minute Monique was struck with appendicitis, and required emergency surgery. Although models are usually very competitive, Sylvie was genuinely sorry for her friend.
After two years of serving as backup, she finally got her chance. She would impress them with her grace and poise. She would pause at the end of the runway, turn and throw a dazzling smile at her boyfriend, her very rich boyfriend, Francois.
Afterward they would stroll along the Avenue des Champs-Élysées...one of the most romantic places in Paris. They would stop beneath the lamp post, the soft glow adding to the ambiance. He turned, his dark eyes searching her face. "Sylvie, voulez-vous..."
Her cell phone was ringing, drawing her away from her thoughts.
"Bonjour?"
"Sylvia, where are you? Wait, did you just say 'bonjour'? Did you forget our bridge game? Howard is already here."
Sylvia yawned and shook her head. "I'm sorry Jan, I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I just had the oddest dream. It was so real. "
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Texting
It is day 7 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "Texting". For me it was more like a test I didn't study for. Visit Nicky's page to see what the other long-suffering participants have written.
Way back in the dark ages before smart phones and home computers there was shorthand. The Gregg version was invented by John Robert Gregg in 1888. I took it in high school, (more recently than 1888) and it was probably my favorite class. All the letters and sounds of the alphabet are represented, but the key to shorthand are brief forms. Brief forms are words or phrases represented by one symbol, which increased efficiency.
After learning the alphabet and brief forms, we took dictation. This was the fun part. We started out at around 40-60 words per minute, and worked up. I think my max rate was 140 words per minute. We had to take and successfully transcribe 120 wpm to pass. The funny thing was that after taking it at 110 or 120, going back to 90 or 100 was actually harder. I think it was because we were used to the higher speed and had to recalibrate.
Thanks to modern technology, shorthand is a dying art. Now we have computers and automated dictation equipment. So how does all this tie in to texting? Although serving different purposes, the brief forms used in shorthand are similar to the shortened words and phrases used in texting. This new language allows us to convey our thoughts in 160 characters or less. That's important when we're typing with just our thumbs.
We've actually used abbreviations like these for years such as FYI, BYOB, ASAP. BTW, there are enough out there to MEGO. I'll leave you with this list of shortcuts so you can tune up your texting skills. TAFN. CUL8R.
PS - What are some of your favorite texting short cuts?
PPS - Did anyone else take shorthand?
Way back in the dark ages before smart phones and home computers there was shorthand. The Gregg version was invented by John Robert Gregg in 1888. I took it in high school, (more recently than 1888) and it was probably my favorite class. All the letters and sounds of the alphabet are represented, but the key to shorthand are brief forms. Brief forms are words or phrases represented by one symbol, which increased efficiency.
After learning the alphabet and brief forms, we took dictation. This was the fun part. We started out at around 40-60 words per minute, and worked up. I think my max rate was 140 words per minute. We had to take and successfully transcribe 120 wpm to pass. The funny thing was that after taking it at 110 or 120, going back to 90 or 100 was actually harder. I think it was because we were used to the higher speed and had to recalibrate.Thanks to modern technology, shorthand is a dying art. Now we have computers and automated dictation equipment. So how does all this tie in to texting? Although serving different purposes, the brief forms used in shorthand are similar to the shortened words and phrases used in texting. This new language allows us to convey our thoughts in 160 characters or less. That's important when we're typing with just our thumbs.
We've actually used abbreviations like these for years such as FYI, BYOB, ASAP. BTW, there are enough out there to MEGO. I'll leave you with this list of shortcuts so you can tune up your texting skills. TAFN. CUL8R.
PS - What are some of your favorite texting short cuts?
PPS - Did anyone else take shorthand?
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Raven Haven
It is day 6 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese.
This is written for the prompt "Haven". For more great stories, check out the list on Nicky's post.
Big Pinnacle in Pilot Mountain State Park in North Carolina is the nesting site of the Common Raven. They are on a watch list which means they are considered rare but not in danger from a conservation standpoint. On a walk around the base of the pinnacle, they can be seen soaring high above the trees. Even though they are part of the crow family, they soar and perform aerial acrobatics like the hawks.
The Big Pinnacle has been closed to the public since the late 70s. The old staircase by which one reached the summit finally fell apart and was removed.
I remember climbing that staircase. It was back in the 60s and I think I was about 5 years old. It's not something I would do now, but I'm glad to have had the experience - even if my memories are vague.
Not only is Big Pinnacle a haven for rare birds such as the Raven, as well as Falcons, Woodpeckers and Turkey Vultures, it's 4 acres contain rare ecological features not normally found in this area. Among these is a rare oak called the Bear Oak, which is on the Threatened list and found in only four locations in the state. For these reasons, the Big Pinnacle will remain closed in order to preserve our treasures.
Some Raven facts:
Speaking of Ravens, congratulations to the Baltimore Ravens on winning the Super Bowl.
Big Pinnacle in Pilot Mountain State Park in North Carolina is the nesting site of the Common Raven. They are on a watch list which means they are considered rare but not in danger from a conservation standpoint. On a walk around the base of the pinnacle, they can be seen soaring high above the trees. Even though they are part of the crow family, they soar and perform aerial acrobatics like the hawks.
The Big Pinnacle has been closed to the public since the late 70s. The old staircase by which one reached the summit finally fell apart and was removed. I remember climbing that staircase. It was back in the 60s and I think I was about 5 years old. It's not something I would do now, but I'm glad to have had the experience - even if my memories are vague.
Not only is Big Pinnacle a haven for rare birds such as the Raven, as well as Falcons, Woodpeckers and Turkey Vultures, it's 4 acres contain rare ecological features not normally found in this area. Among these is a rare oak called the Bear Oak, which is on the Threatened list and found in only four locations in the state. For these reasons, the Big Pinnacle will remain closed in order to preserve our treasures.
Some Raven facts:
- Ravens are the largest bird in the crow family.
- They weigh around 3 pounds.
- They have a wing span of over 3 feet.
- They are intelligent, with the ability to learn a series of tasks to reach a goal.
- The Raven's call can express a wide range of emotions.
- They live from the desert to the coniferous forest to coastal cliffs.
Speaking of Ravens, congratulations to the Baltimore Ravens on winning the Super Bowl.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Putting Out
It is day 5 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. This is written for the prompt "You better put out". Don't be put out, check out the list on Nicky's post for more stories.
I am the keeper of all things time, date and place related in our family.
"What time are we supposed to be there?" It's my job to remember who's house the party is at and what time we are supposed to show up.
"Do we have shows tonight?" This is a phrase often heard at our dinner table. I am also the human TV Guide, knowing what's on, when and what channel.
I take it all in stride, rinse and repeat as necessary. I also delegate!
"Hey, tomorrow is Wednesday, you better put out the trash!
"Recycles too?"
"Nope, they're next week."
I am the keeper of all things time, date and place related in our family.
"What time are we supposed to be there?" It's my job to remember who's house the party is at and what time we are supposed to show up.
"Do we have shows tonight?" This is a phrase often heard at our dinner table. I am also the human TV Guide, knowing what's on, when and what channel.
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"Hey, tomorrow is Wednesday, you better put out the trash!
"Recycles too?"
"Nope, they're next week."
Monday, February 4, 2013
Quote of the Week
It is day 4 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. This is written for the prompt "Friendship". Check out the list on Nicky's post for more friendly posts.
"Why did you do all this for me?" he asked. "I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you."
"You have been my friend," replied Charlotte. "That in itself is a tremendous thing."
― E.B. White, Charlotte's Web
The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.
― Henry David Thoreau
Friendship is more about being than doing.
"Why did you do all this for me?" he asked. "I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you."
"You have been my friend," replied Charlotte. "That in itself is a tremendous thing."
― E.B. White, Charlotte's Web
The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.
― Henry David Thoreau
Friendship is more about being than doing.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
How Doth the Time Pass
It is day 3 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. This is written for the prompt "And the next thing I knew".
Time is a funny thing. Sometimes it passes so slowly you are certain the entire Redwood forest will be petrified before you advance to first in line at the checkout. The girl with pink hair and enough body piercings to rival a punk rocker gives you a surly look, then calls someone from the cosmetic department to determine whether the brand of lip gloss you are purchasing is actually the one on sale.
What does this have to do with today's prompt you ask? Well, it is all about how fast or slowly time passes in relation to a particular event. This challenge was announced on January 12, giving the industrious person ample time to prepare. I read the prompts and assured myself I would have several posts pre-written so I wouldn't be always be writing by the seat of my pants. I mulled, pondered, ruminated, cogitated and ultimately procrastinated. I've got plenty of time. Well, time has a way of speeding up at all the wrong times, and the next thing I knew it was January 31. Oops! I had nothing, nada, zilch. So here it is day three, and yep, I'm writing by the seat of my pants...again!
Check out the list on Nicky's post for some good reads.
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What does this have to do with today's prompt you ask? Well, it is all about how fast or slowly time passes in relation to a particular event. This challenge was announced on January 12, giving the industrious person ample time to prepare. I read the prompts and assured myself I would have several posts pre-written so I wouldn't be always be writing by the seat of my pants. I mulled, pondered, ruminated, cogitated and ultimately procrastinated. I've got plenty of time. Well, time has a way of speeding up at all the wrong times, and the next thing I knew it was January 31. Oops! I had nothing, nada, zilch. So here it is day three, and yep, I'm writing by the seat of my pants...again!
Check out the list on Nicky's post for some good reads.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Hold On
It is day 2 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. This is written for the prompt "Hold On". Check out the list on Nicky's post to see who else is holding on.
Hold on
to your dreams
to your beliefs
to your goals
to yourself
Let go
of your fears
of your worries
of your problems
of yourself
Embrace
your talents
your uniqueness
your imagination
yourself
Friday, February 1, 2013
Cheesy Fun
Today marks the first day of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. For more cheesy goodness, please read all the other talented participants. Now let's get started!
I had no cheesy pictures, nor cheesy tales to tell
And long upon this I did dwell.
So for you lovely folks
I leave this bunch of cheesy jokes.
What happened after an explosion at a French cheese factory?
All that was left was de brie.
What do you call cheese that is sad?
Blue cheese.
How do you get a mouse to smile?
Say cheese!
What do you call cheese that isn't yours?
Nacho Cheese!
What dance do cheese makers do every Halloween?
The muenster mash!
What did the Cheese salesman say?
That cheese may be Gouda, but this one is Feta!
The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
When cheese gets its picture taken what does it say?
And last but not least.
Mexican, Englishman, American
A Mexican, Englishman, and an American are in a bar having drinks.
When a gorgeous woman comes up to them and says:
Whoever can use the words ‘liver’ and ‘cheese’ in a creative sentence can date me for tonight.
The Englishman says: I love liver and cheese!
The woman says: That’s not good enough!
The American says: I hate liver and cheese!
The woman says: That’s not creative!
The Mexican says: Liver alone, cheese mine!
Cheesy jokes courtesy of Jokes4Us.com
I had no cheesy pictures, nor cheesy tales to tell
And long upon this I did dwell.
So for you lovely folks
I leave this bunch of cheesy jokes.
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| Image Source: Zebedee Zebedee |
All that was left was de brie.
What do you call cheese that is sad?
Blue cheese.
How do you get a mouse to smile?
Say cheese!
What do you call cheese that isn't yours?
Nacho Cheese!
What dance do cheese makers do every Halloween?
The muenster mash!
What did the Cheese salesman say?
That cheese may be Gouda, but this one is Feta!
The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
When cheese gets its picture taken what does it say?
And last but not least.
Mexican, Englishman, American
A Mexican, Englishman, and an American are in a bar having drinks.
When a gorgeous woman comes up to them and says:
Whoever can use the words ‘liver’ and ‘cheese’ in a creative sentence can date me for tonight.
The Englishman says: I love liver and cheese!
The woman says: That’s not good enough!
The American says: I hate liver and cheese!
The woman says: That’s not creative!
The Mexican says: Liver alone, cheese mine!
Cheesy jokes courtesy of Jokes4Us.com
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Up a Tree
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| This picture makes me happy! |
In spite of all this, Rosie is still a happy cat, or as we like to say "an awesome cat". He still loves life. However, he has good days, and not so good days.
So why does this picture make me happy? This was one of his very best days lately. He loves Sophie and he was chasing her around the house. But amid chase, Sophie went up her tree. Uncharacteristically, Rosie followed - at least to the first perch. He's feeling good, and that makes me happy!
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| On top of the world. |
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| It's nappy time! |
Monday, January 28, 2013
Quote of the Week
- You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing. - Michael Pritchard
- If laughter keeps you young, then we are in good shape. Sophie is always good for a laugh. This is the bag I use for food when we're going on vacation. I should have known this wasn't a good idea. Bags, boxes, they're all fair game where Sophie is concerned.
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