Thursday, April 30, 2009
the window to
the next door in your life.
the next window
in your heart is
the door to
every door you open
is the window
to your heart.
seek not the window
but the door
your heart desires.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
tell me whatcha know.
been slow on the uptake
outta the loop
life gets in the way
of what we'd rather do.
take a minnit
to thin it
keep it simple and sweet
fun on the fly
with you is a treat
swing on by
don't lose your place
fill in the gap
with your own kinda charm.
boo hoo again at the end it's time to go.
Friday, April 24, 2009
When I was in grade school, we had one choice for
our beverage during lunch. Milk.
White milk in a glass bottle with a cardboard disk
pressed into the neck of the bottle to seal it.
The seal had a half-moon perforation that had to be
pried up in order to insert the paper straw in the bottle.
When I was in first grade the milk cost 2 cents a day.
A dime for the week.
By the time I got to eighth grade (this was before Junior High
and Middle School were invented) the milk cost 5 cents a day.
Highway robbery, wouldn't you say?
Friday lunch was always special because we had two choices
that day. Plain old white milk or CHOCOLATE milk.
Need I say which one was the choice for most of us?
The food they served in the cafeteria on Friday was different, too.
This was a public school but, they didn't serve meat on Friday.
This made Mom happy because she raised us Catholic and, back
then, Catholics didn't eat meat on Friday. Ever.
So, one Friday we might get a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl
of tomato soup. Another Friday might be tuna casserole or a
tuna salad sandwich. Dessert was usually fruit or pudding.
To this day, if I get a craving for any of those foods listed above,
I automatically think of chocolate milk.
Today, in the grocery store, I decided I wanted the fixins for a
good tuna salad tomorrow. Friday. I also made sure to grab a
bottle of chocolate milk. Plastic bottle, unfortunately. Oh, well.
I think I remember Thursday was spaghetti day.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
UPDATE: Please vote for your favorite by 11 pm Thursday.
Remember, for the winner, Sparrow sends a care package
to a member of our Military serving in harm's way.
(shadow) Wait for me!
Why can't I go with you now?
I'm telling mommy.
where have I been while
you were getting old and wise?
Well, maybe not wise.
I promise not to
move in with you when I get
senile. Just shoot me.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
at Tammi's this morning.
To quote the quiz:
"You Are a Lynx
You are a quiet observer of the world around you. Your wisdom comes from listening carefully.
You've always been extra sensitive and aware. And it's made it difficult for you to fit in.
You see past people's outward personas. You are able to penetrate a stranger's soul.
What you've learned about people is both beautiful and ugly. And you keep these secrets to yourself."
Well, now.Understand that I don't often put much nevermind in
these kinds of things but, this made me take a deep breath.
The only thing I see that I can dispute, just a bit, is the
very last line. Because I write. I write what I know and feel and see.
However, I am, indeed, one who keeps confidences.
People trust me. Of that, I take much pride.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
across this place: Gravity Well.
I'm not a big fan of science fiction, usually, but
this writer has a way of keeping my attention.
Worth a look. Also added it to my sidebar.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
"Oh my pretty girl." he whispered.
"You wore the garter belt I like so much."
He almost regretted killing her quite yet.
Married five years. They both wanted children.
Or, so he thought.
Her first mistake was leaving the birth control pills in her
lingerie drawer. With a bracelet he'd never seen before.
People get careless when their deceit goes on too long.
That was six months ago and he'd been collecting evidence
and plotting ever since. His original plan did not include killing.
He wanted to catch her in the act, beat the shit out of whichever
prick was there and, spend some months making her life miserable.
In the end, though, the idea of long, drawn out drama was not
appealing. Better to end it quickly and move on.
When his job necessitated traveling, he called her every
morning and she called him every evening.
Turned out that schedule left her evenings free for other things.
When he saw this week's schedule had him working two separate
projects, he decided it would be the best scenario for covering
his tracks. He wasn't due to come home for two more days.
That would explain why the vase of roses was still on the dresser
with a card that said, "Can't wait to see you tomorrow. Love, Joe."
The dead, naked guy beside her on the bed was Sam.
Sam's neck was twisted in a most unnatural angle. As was hers.
No blood. No mess.
He reached up to close her eyes and pull her skirt down a bit.
He couldn't help but leave her, his wife, with a tiny bit of dignity.
Living in a heavily treed area with distant neighbors made it easy
to hide his car and walk unnoticed to the house. With several
hours of moonless dark still in the evening, he'd have no trouble
going back the way he came. He'd be back at the hotel in plenty
of time to make his morning call to her. And leave a loving message.
Perhaps Joe, the bouquet-guy, would be the one to find this scene.
If not, he'd make another call tomorrow night, leave another
message and then call her sister to ask if she'd seen his wife.
Either way, he would be the broken-hearted, grieving husband
however he got the tragic news.
He walked to the bedroom doorway and looked back to say,
"It was fun while it lasted, wasn't it?"
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
has come across some disturbing information about our
soldiers serving in Afghanistan. They are being charged
exorbitant prices for internet access to family and friends.
Click on the link above to get the whole story and let those
in charge know this can't wash!
Then go visit Vampire06 at Afghanistan Shrugged to get a
current report on what our soldiers are doing over there.
Scroll down a bit because he posted a great big Thank You
from his Team for all that has been sent to them from us.
Leave comments, please. It means a lot to them to hear from us.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Today it is 50-something and the next few nights are
predicted to be in the low 40s.
Don't take this as a complaint. Really.
The sun is shining, the sky is a beautiful, clear blue and
the Spring Break crowd is almost gone. What's not to like?
Unemployment benefits got beefed up by $25 a week.
That's good because the job market sucks worse all the time.
The company that laid me off in December had another
lay-off in February, the remaining employees are still working
only 32 hours a week and management is now trying to decide
if it would be better for them to shut down completely for the
month of June or go to 24 hour work weeks.
(That was a very long sentence.)
I applied for a job that I think would be very cool.
No response yet from the employer. I will be persistent.
I have no idea why my toe is purple.
I didn't stub it. It is not swollen but it is slightly ache-y.
Go ahead, you can admit it... you're drooling over my exciting life.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Friday, April 03, 2009
What I mean is, there is a three-way tie at Allatwitter
between Big Cat, Troll and me. So, Sparrow is having a
Haiku-Off to declare a winner for the week's contest.
UPDATE: Voting continues until Saturday 11 pm.
The tie-breaker topic is: MOON.
thin clouds across the
moon like a fine lace curtain
billows on a breeze.