Alphabe-Thursday Letter K

Good morning class. Welcome to round seven of Alphabe-Thursday!

We will be kicking up our heels for the letter:


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Pretty darn close to being autograph worthy...

At least I think I am.

 

So.

 

Here's what I did.

 

Prepare yourself.

 

It is going to be glorious.

 

I.

 

Jenny.

 

Matlock.

 

Used an electronic coupon at the grocery store.

 

GASP!

 

Right?

 

Seriously.

 

I did.

 

All by myself.

 

I.

 

Used.

 

An.

 

Electronic coupon off my smart phone.

 

Is that what they're called anyway?

 

Electronic?

 

I dunno.

 

It doesn't really matter what they're called...

 

And I can't really be expected to have total cyber-brilliance at my age.

 

But, the fact remains.

 

I used a coupon from my iphone...

 

AND it worked!

 

AND I saved $1.40.

 

AND I only looked moderately dumb while I did it.

 

What a day, I tell ya.

 

Pretty darn close to being autograph worthy...

 

RIGHT?

 

Feel free to send a self-addressed stamped envelope and I will sign and send one of those old-fashioned, not cool, actual PAPER coupons back to you with my autograph.

  

Just in case.

 

Since I mastered this huge feat...

 

who knows what I'll go on to accomplish next!!!!!

 

Blush.

 

Sigh.

 

Cry Baby?

So.

One of my daughters.

She is cool.

Very, very cool.

And creative.

Very, very creative.

 

The other ones are cool and creative, too, but I'm focusing on this daughter at the moment.

 

And, no.   She's not my favorite.

 

Anyway.

 

This daughter is the one with the with the  lip-hiding baby, Remi.

 

She's the one leaving this week for a very, very, very long international flight.

 

The baby has never flown before.

 

Sure, he looks sweet and cute and like he wouldn't make a peep...

 

...but looks are deceiving.

 

Yes!

 

He is cute!

 

Yes!

 

He is sweet!

 

But peep-less?

 

Ummm.

 

Not so much.

 

He is a talker.   And a squeaker.  And although he doesn't cry much, when he does it is with wild abandon and great volume.

 

So the very, very cool and very, very creative daughter came up with an idea.

 

She's going to pass these out on the plane.

See that little orange thing at the bottom left?   That's a set of earplugs.

 

I hope if Remi decides to be noisy on the plane, his cuteness will help people from getting annoyed.

 

But this cleverr little idea might help just a bit, too.

 

Prayers and good wishes for their safety would be much appreciated!

Saturday Centus Week 171

 

 
 

Welcome to week ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-ONE of Saturday Centus. 

This weeks prompt seems like it should lend itself to Sci-Fi, but let's make it a little bit harder.

Okay?

Anyway...

 The prompt this week:  'Ground control to Major Tom'

Number of words:  No more than 107 total (including the 5 words of the prompt)

Style of writing: Romance (yeah, I know...the heat is getting to me!  You can listen to the song on You-tube (link on prompt) for romantic inspiration - MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)

Additional Pictures: Any

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What doesn't burn you makes you stronger...

Okay.

If you're not in a mood for dark, don't read this link to week 170.   Go here to read other offerings and I won't feel bad at all.

This 107 word story is inspired by this picture prompt.

 

We are joined at the heart…

Forever.

 High-tensile wire…

 imbedded

 in the fibers of me.

 I cannot separate where you end...

 and I begin.

I watch you...

 almost a stranger now.

Breathing shallowly in your sterile bed…

And I wonder

 if you wonder...

and if you remember

that I remember…

that we were once joined at the heart?

Or have the dirty needles you use to forget

Made you forget

 

That we were once joined at the heart?

Or does it just not matter at all…

 that you walked again into the flames

While, I.

I broke.

…and broke…

 

 and fell into a ring of fire…

 Heart first?

Painted Alphabet Letter J

I've just been painting up a storm for "J" week.

I think it's because it's too hot to go outside!

 

  For my childhood memories ...

 

16" x 15"

 

And I love this saying...

 

16" x 11"

 

And a Christmas one, too!

 

13" x 11 1/2"

 

And this cool sign was Just not finished last week.

 

I have it sitting in my office and it is cracking me up every time I look at it!

 

24" x 10"

 

   

 Signs are hand-painted and available in my Etsy shop...you can see the mini link at the top right of my blog or click on any picture for a link!  No stickers...no stencils...my designs.

 

This post is linked to Alphabe-Thursday's Letter J.   To read other J offerings, just click here.

I don't know you...

I haven't walked a mile in your shoes.

 

Or even a block.

 

I don't know what pain you are suffering...

in mind or in body.

 

I don't know your worries.

 

I don't know your sad stories.

 

I don't know about the phone calls you got before you came out today...

 

...or the news your best friend just told you on the phone.

 

I don't know you.

I'm sorry that sometimes I feel quick to judge you.

 

That sometimes I get snappy with you when you reach in front of me to grab the frozen peas at the grocery store.

 

I'm sorry that I don't offer you a smile.

 

Or a compliment.

 

Or a kind word.

 

Or a non-glare.

 

I don't know you.

 

And I am going to work on that.

 

I am going to work on my tolerance.

 

And I am going to smile at you today and tell what a pretty shade of purple your t-shirt is.

 

I don't know you.

 

But I'm really sorry that things feel so awful right now.

 

 

Alphabe-Thursday Letter J

Good morning class. Welcome to round seven of Alphabe-Thursday!

Today we will be juggling the letter:


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I'm finishing up visiting your I's right now!

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Please jump up and post your letter "J" now!

I think I've led a sheltered life.

...I wonder if it was spending my teens and early twenties in rural, rural Ohio.

Or perhaps it's because I never thought of painful things as entertaining.   

You know?

 

(and, yes.  I have read 50 Shades...so there!)

 

However.

When I was going through my nail and Groucho Marx eyebrow debacles last week, I spent a LOT of time talking to Sylvia, my hair styling lady.

 

After we covered the subjects of cooking in the crockpot during the hot months and what our favorite I-phone apps were...

 

Yes...We are intensely intellectual individuals...

 

We started talking about waxing.

 

It was kind of a natural segue from crockpots and I-phones because she had just informed me that she would wax my eyebrows AFTER coloring them...

 

And then she asked me if I also wanted a Brazilian.

 

"A Brazilian what?" I answered.   "You mean one of those big, brown nuts that taste like dirt?"

 

She giggled at me.

 

"No, silly.   A Brazilian wax!"

 

"Ummm...I don't even know what that really is," I replied.

 

"You know?   When you get waxed DOWN THERE!"

 

"Oh, heck no.   No waxing for me.  But...ummm... thanks anyway.   I didn't even know you did that stuff here."

 

"Well, we do."

 

I pondered this for a minute.

 

"You know, Sylvia.  I don't even know what the difference between a bikini and a Brazilian wax is."

 

She looked surprised.

 

And then she explained.

 

I'm sure I looked pretty surprised.

 

I actually was pretty surprised.

 

"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked.

 

"Well, yeah.   Some.   Do you want to try it?"

 

"Ummmm...no.   No, but thanks a lot anyway.  I think we'll just wax my eyebrows."

 

And I thought the whole concept while she was yanking out my eyebrow hair with little strips of fabric.

 

Yeah.

 

Ummmm.

 

I think I'll stick with living a sheltered life.

 

And think about the fact that not ALL knowledge is GOOD knowledge.

 

Ha.

 

Ha ha!

 

If you live a sheltered life, too...

 

YOUR WELCOME!

 

And if you have ever attempted this kind of waxing...

 

May I offer you my sincere condolences.

 

Blush.

 

Fables and fictions and wondering...

I've been keeping a close eye out to see if there might be a Pied Piper in our neighborhood?

Our feral kittens and cats are gone.

All of them.

You might remember when I wrote about the feral cats. 

Yeah.

Well.

They are all gone.

Mr. Jenny and I drove through the neighborhood this past weekend looking.

And not a one is to be seen.

Anywhere.

The cat food and water has been untouched for five days.

The ugly black birds that like to sit on the waterfall at the end of our pool are back.

I saw a spider on the sidewalk yesterday morning.

The cats are all gone.

And I don't think in a good way.

But our neighborhood is so urban that I wonder how they might have been trapped or removed otherwise.

I checked Craigslist.

There are no ads there for Pied Piper services.

Or ads requesting Pied Piper services.

My stomach feels kinda/sorta sick over this.

And, trust me.   Don't google feral cat elimination.

Remember how badly the Pied Piper story ended?

In the year 1284 after the birth of Christ
From Hameln were led away
One hundred thirty children, born at this place
Led away by a piper into a mountain. 

Yeah.

I need to cancel our appointment with the TNR (Trap, Neuter, Release) people.

And I need to hope that wherever these poor cats went, they didn't have to suffer getting there.

Saturday Centus Week 170

 

 
 

Welcome to week ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTYof Saturday Centus. 

It's a word prompt this week!

And, really, it's not because we're dying in our triple digit monsoon temperatures here.

Okay.

Really it is.

But do with it what you will!

 The prompt this week:  "I fell into a ring of fire..."

Number of words:  No more than 107 total (including the 7 words of the prompt)

Style of writing: Any

Additional Pictures: Any

The regular restrictions apply: PG, no splitting of the prompt, play nicely and visit the other entries, any style or genre of writing you prefer.

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Painted Alphabet Letter I

I had big intentions for the letter "I" but they went amiss.

 

So.  

 

I have two (and only two) to share this week.

  For my childhood memories ...

 

 

16" x 8 1/2"

And this one.

 

This is one of my favorite new sayings.

 

16" x 19"

   

 Signs are hand-painted and available in my Etsy shop...you can see the mini link at the top right of my blog or click on any picture for a link!  No stickers...no stencils...my designs.

 

This post is linked to Alphabe-Thursday's Letter I.   To read other I offerings, just click here.

...cuz only 'was' can break your heart...

This little work of fiction is linked to week 169 of Saturday Centus.  Dang.  I could have definitely used another 100 words here.  My delete and backspace keys got tired on editing this to a mere 100 words.

To read other offerings using the same picture link, just click here.

Ahem.

The little shop had been slow and I noticed the tearful lady standing outside the display window for the tenth time in as many days.

Going quickly to the door I asked if I could help her.

 As she turned away I gently asked, “Why do you keep coming back?”    

 Her lip trembled.

 “That sign,” she said pointing.  “It was my daughter’s favorite poem.”

 “Was…”  I said.  “Was?

 She turned away.

 “Wait!” I shouted.  I ran inside, grabbed it, and held it out.   “Please take this…”

She hesitated and then she did.

Sad.

 ‘Was’ can be a terribly powerful word.

Groucho who?

So yesterday I told you about my whole multi-tasking embarrassment attempting to get a pedicure while getting my hair dyed.

Sigh.

When I got back to the salon, my hair cutting lady, Sylvia,  shook her finger at me.

 

Wow.

 

Yeah.

 

Like THAT would stop me next time.

 

ha!

I know Sylvia quite well so I don't know why she was surprised that I was trying to maximize my time.

Geez.

Anyway.

She motioned me toward the wash bowl.

As I saw down I saw a sweet, older lady sitting at the dryer right across from the wash station.

"I love that color of lavender you're wearing," I told her as I sat down.

She smiled at me and told me it was her favorite color!

We smiled at each other.

Sylvia informed me she was going to dye my eyebrows, cut my hair and then take my eyebrow color off.

I felt her dab some stuff on my eyebrows and then wash my hair.

When I sat up the sweet, older lady looked shook.

"My word!" she said.  "Oh.  My word!"

Hmmmm...

I didn't realize WHY she said that until Sylvia turned my chair toward the mirror.

MY WORD!

OH! 

 

MY!

 

WORD!

 

Multi-tasking...

Ahhh.

 

Multi-tasking.

 

How us everyday people survive our lives.

 

Sometimes, though...

 

Just sometimes...

 

Multi-tasking can be a bit over the top.

 

I shall give you an example of this.

 

It happened to my ... ummm... friend.

 

Yeah.

 

It happened to my friend.

 

I was...

 

I mean...

 

Ummm...

 

She was getting her hair colored and cut.

 

Right next door to the hair place was a nail place.

 

When the hair coloring/cutting person told my...

 

...ummmm...

 

friend...

 

...that the color was going to take 40 minutes to process because of the large amount of gray...

 

my friend decided to go next door to make an appointment for a pedicure.

 

However.

 

The little sing-song-y girl at the front desk of the nail place said, "Oh, Miss...I take you now!   I do this now!"

 

She led my friend through a crowded salon to an open station.

 

My... ummm... friend was feeling a bit conspicuous.  She was very 'foiled up' and wearing a gold and black hair smock thing.

 

A few people snapped pictures on their cellphones. 

 

Every single person in the salon stared.

 

Talk about rude.

 

Gosh.

 

It was really, really uncomfortable.

 

Everyone was staring at me.

 

I felt like a moron.

 

 

...it was even more embarrassing when the lady doing my hair walked into the nail salon.

 

"Jenny!   Jenny!   You need to get that color OUT of your hair in 12 minutes!  You better hurry up!"

 

She shook her head and left.

 

All the nail tech people giggled and chattered.

 

I hung my head.

 

Gosh.

 

I was just trying to multi-task.

 

Anyway.

 

I mean... ummm... my friend was.

 

Sigh.

 

Luckily the pedicure was done in 11 minutes.

 

...

 

And, yeah.

 

It was me that did that dumb thing.

 

Not my friend.

 

And I almost made it out of the hair appointment with no further embarrassment.

 

Almost.

 

Not quite, though.

 

...

 

And this inane little post is actually going to be continued tomorrow!

 

Alphabe-Thursday Letter I

Good morning class. Welcome to round seven of Alphabe-Thursday!

Today we will be improvising about the letter:



Please link directly to your Alphabe-Thursday URL (if you don't know how to do this let me know!) and please continue to visit the five links before and after your link and leave a comment. Minimum of 10 links visited please. You can visit more if you like, of course.

I am only one week behind in reading now!   Just letting you know that I'm surely, but slowly, catching up! 

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

This post is part of the emergency broadcast system.

 

Really.

 

It's true.

 

Don't roll your eyes.

 

Our newest Grandson is missing his lips!

PLEASE!

 

If you have any information leading to the return of said baby lips...

 

 CALL 1-800-CUTEBABY right away.

 

This is a serious, serious matter.

Lip thieves will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

 

I was feeling peculiar...

...perhaps it was surviving the geothermal mineral baths...

 

Perhaps it was just my crazy imagination...

 

Whatever the reason...

 

I'm pretty sure.

 

Or at least kinda/sorta sure...

 

...there were ghosts at the lodge we stayed at on Friday night.

 

...

 

I didn't feel the ghosts when we were driving to the lodge and stopping to peer in windows of old buildings.

 

I didn't feel the ghosts when we saw deer and antelope (at play) on our route...

 

 

or when we were driving up the miles long driveway...

...or when we checked into our lovely room...

 

...or when we explored the grounds and found these ruins...

...but when I was laying in bed and reading the literature on the property I began to feel some ghostly ... ummm... ghosts.

 

The lodge was converted in 1928 to a home for seven unruly "mentally peculiar" children.

 

Hey. 

 

Don't get irritated at me for the possibly politically incorrect language.

 

That's what the literature said.

 

Click here to see for yourself.

 

And although the lodge was later converted to fancier things and eventually donated to the Nature Conservancy...

 

Still.

 

I'm certain there was a ghost or two around the night we slept there.

 

And even though we had an amazing breakfast with a beautiful view...

 

I was happy to skedaddle out of there on Saturday.

 

I wasn't homesick or anything.

 

It was really, truly the ghosts making me want to go home.

 

"Go home...go home..." they whispered to me.

 

So.

 

We did.

 

THE END.