Mad World

The following poem is linked to week 110 of Saturday Centus.   The 6 word prompt is bolded.  I used it multiple times so only counted it once.  I'm explaining just in case you think I went over the 100 word count.  Not sure if this is actually cheating but I did it anyway...so there!  To read other, possibly less depressing, links using this prompt...just click here.

crumpled 20’s are your lifeline

I watch you as you fall

syringe debris surrounds your orbit

you could have had it all.

you try and hide beneath your hoodie

still I see the broken doll

OhGodohGod I grieve your choices

you could have had it all.

I hold my palm to greasy plexi

braced back against the grimy wall

OhGodohGod what happened here?

you could have had it all.

collect!collect!collect!collect!

the robo-voice says when you call

from the latest detention facility.

(I resist the ringing phone !

I pretend that I’m not home !

My tears burn as they flow free !

I pray to God someday you’ll see !)

You could have had it all.

And you still can.

Saturday Centus - You could have had it all...

Welcome to week ONE HUNDRED AND TEN of Saturday Centus.

That picture last week was wickedly hard to write about.

How about just a normal word prompt this week to make up for it?

The prompt this week is:  You could have had it all...

Number of words: 100 plus the 6 words of the prompt.   106 total. 
Style of writing: Any
Pictures: Any you want to share

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. Please display my link button or just a hyper-link back to Saturday Centus. Be careful to link your SC URL to the Linky and not just link to your main blog.

E-mail me directly with ???'s or ask your question in a comment and I will do my best to get back to you as soon as possible.

Feel free to link up anytime between now and next Saturday.

One cute little girl, one mediocre poem and a piece of trivial writing.

Gosh, aren't you glad you stopped by today?

Ahem.

Here is a pic of our sweet little Mo who just lost her first tooth.  I'm ridiculously weepy over the whole matter.  The mediocre little poem doesn't do her sweetness justice.

Oh baby, put that tooth back in,

Grandma's not  ready for this.

Weren’t you just born yesterday?

How did you get to be ‘almost six’?

Oh baby, put that tooth back in,

Let’s wait a year or so!

You’ve been the sweetest little child,

And I’m not ready to let you go!

(sniff, sniff!)

And now for the piece of trivial writing, which is for Saturday Centus 109.

I struggled with this picture and, honestly, this is the best I could do.  Writing 100 words around this picture prompt kicked my ... ummm...

Ahem.

“Can I go home and play now, Mommy?”

“No! Quit whining. And don’t smear your lip gloss.”

“Mom…Mom…Mommy?”

“Stop it! Quit whining. Seriously, you are such a brat!”

“But Mommy. These shoes hurt my feet. Can we go home now?”

“Stop! I mean it! They’ll be calling you in soon. And quit messing with your hair. It cost me a bazillion dollars to get those extensions put in!”

“Mommy! I have to go potty.”

“Well then hold it! You don’t want to miss your turn do you?”

“But Mommy! I told you! I don’t want to be Miss Junior Universe!”

To read other, less trivial, writing using this picture as a prompt, just click here.

PS.   I feel really bad you came here expecting my usual brilliance and got this instead. 

ha.

Haha!

Hahaha?

C'mon.   That was funny statement.   Funny and sarcastic.  Brilliance!   Brilliance was funny.  It made ME laugh at least!

Oh geez.  Never mind.   Have a good weekend.

Painting my Way Through the Alphabet

Today I have two "C's" to share. I am officially infatuated with the 'Courage' sign!

I'm having a ball  using the inspiration of the Alphabet-Thursday for this series of signs. I hope you enjoy this little painted journey along with me.

C

 is for 'Courage Roars Quietly' and 'Carpe Diem

No stencils.   No stickers.  Handpainted with my own layout.

You can see other signs in this theme by clicking on 'Painted

Alphabet' in my sidebar.

This is going to be a fun round of the Alphabet!   Thanks for stopping by.   To visit other C links, just click here.

Click Here to visit my Etsy Store.

Alphabe-Thursday Letter C

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

Today we will be cavorting around the cuddly 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 also want to let you know that each week I visit every blog. If it appears I haven't visited your blog by the following Thursday morning, please let me know!

If you have any difficulties with your link, please make sure to include the number of the link when you e-mail me. It is really difficult for me to find you easily otherwise.

If you have any questions about Alphabe-Thursday or problems doing your link, just post it in a comment or send me an e-mail. I'll do my best to help you as quickly as I can.

The McLinkey will be live from 1:00 pm MST time Wednesday afternoon in an effort to assist our lovely "friends across the pond" and continue through 10:00 am MST time Saturday morning!

And remember.... link back to this post, you need to be registered as a follower of my blog, PG posts only, and visit at least 10 other students (perhaps the 5 students before and after your post). The links will stay live after the final post deadline has passed so you can even wait and visit over the weekend or whenever you have more time.

Please share your cute post about the letter C now!

It was just my imagination...

...running away with me...

...again.

So.

This morning I was barely  .2 miles into my walk...high-stepping along to the music to Flash Dance...



Hey.

Don't be a hater.

Flash Dance is cool.

Anyway...

I saw this quite old lady walking down the middle of the street wearing a tank top,shorts, tennis shoes and a hat...

I wondered why she was walking down the middle of the street, but instead of asking her, I cheerily waved and said, "Hi!"

And she kind of glared at me, but then walked over toward the side of the street and walked on past me.

I kept walking but turned around a few times and she was walking really, really slow but since she was no longer in the center of the street I thought no more of it.

When I was almost finished walking and close to home,I saw the quite old lady again.

She had barely moved from the last time I saw her.  I said, 'hi', she kind of glared and I walked on.

When I got back to my house I started worrying.

Acccckkk!

What if she had dementia and was lost?

I fretted.

I involved Mr. Jenny in my fret.

He likes when I do that, especially when he's trying to drink coffee and read the paper.

After about three minutes of progressingly ...ummm... frettier fretting,  I decided I needed to go look for her to be sure she was okay.

Mr. Jenny volunteered to drive me.

I didn't see him roll his eyes first so I agreed to his offer.

We turned left.

I fretted.  "But she didn't have any water...what if she's thirsty?"



We turned right.

I fretted.  "I think she's lost.   She's probably scared.   She might have dementia!"

We went straight.

I fretted.  "OMG, what kind of a horrible person am I?   Why didn't I ask her if she needed help?"

Mr. Jenny drove around for about ten minutes but we couldn't find her.

We finally gave up and came home.

"So," he asked while pulling into the garage, "Why did you think she needed help?"

"Well!   Gosh!   Aren't you listening.   She was walking down the center of the road!   She didn't have any water!   She probably had dementia and was lost and..."



"So," he interrupted, 'Didn't you say she had on walking clothes and walking shoes and a hat?"

"Ummm...well, yes, BUT she was walking down the center of the road!   She didn't have any water!   She probably had dementia and..."



"Jenny," he said firmly, "I think it's okay.   I'm sure she's fine."

"BUT!  She was walking down the center..."

"Jenny.   Really.  I'm sure she's fine."

"BUT!   She was..."

"Jenny.  Really.  I'm sure she's fine."

...

...

I admitted defeat.

Okay.

Maybe she was fine.

But maybe...

Well...

Ummm...

She was walking...

Okay.

Never mind.

BUT.

If you ever see me walking down the center of the street in summer in Arizona without water and I look confused...

Please!

PLEASE!

Don't tell Mr. Jenny.

I'm only telling you this for your own sake.

Because, my husband will just think that YOU have an overactive imagination, too.

Geez.

Imagine that.
...

Sigh...

Every minute of our lives is precious...

...right?

You know what I mean.

The beautiful, sad, glorious, heart-wrenching moments that make up the rich tapestry of our lives...

The minutes that stay with you...always treasured in your heart.

As I get older and go through the heartache of loss more and more...

I try to make my time count...

Which is why I have to ask myself over and over again this morning...

Why oh Why oh Why...

...did I waste so much of it watching the Hatfields & McCoys?

I know. I know.

It was supposed to be amazing.

Everybody loved it.

It was one of the most views shows on television.

We had recorded it a week ago and decided to watch it this weekend.   So we watched it.

And watched it.

And watched it.

And I kept waiting for the 'message' of it.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Wasting life moments...

Waiting.

Waiting.

In the end I realized it was about a bunch of alcoholic, self-righteous men destroying anyone and anything because...

...ummm...

...because they could.

Sigh.

Sure, there was some nice 'scenery' in the footage...I'm all about watching guys with six packs and great pecs...

...yeah...

Six packs.  Nice Biceps. 

ummm...

ummm...

...what was I saying here.

Whoops.   Sorry.   Didn't mean to go off on a tangent there.  

Perhaps the message was the irony of how a Man of God lost his faith in times of trouble and Man of ...ummm...not God found peace in his later years by embracing God?

So, yeah.   The beautiful, sad, glorious, heart-wrenching moments that make up the rich tapestry of our lives...

The curve of a babies cheek...

The scent of your favorite rose...

...and the spitting and killing.

For sure.

The spitting and killing on the Hatfields & McCoys is now a part of the tapestry of my life.

And I am so much the richer for it.

NOT!

Today I think it will be necessary to fill my life with wonderful moments to offset the six hours (less commercial time) that I frittered away over the weekend.

I will hug my Grandlittles close...

I will plan a trip so I can see our newest Grandlittleson...

I will tell Mr. Jenny I love him...

...and day dream of 6 packs.

Sigh...