The Grinch who stole Monday was a one legged frog….
Friday’s Free-for-all (Re-writing Rhymes & Riddles)
Taking another stab at Writing for Children
Pete and Repeat sat on a wall
Repeat fell off
Now Pete can finally move on
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TBT (Summer Blowout)
Summer Blowout
Throw Back Thursday just became Rollback Thursday.
Remember (fifty or 100 years ago) when you could buy books for .25¢ to .99¢
Well we’ve partnered with Google Books/Google Play so you can throw it back to the good ole days.
When the chief suggested these penny sales (I’m talking 25¢, 33¢, 49¢, 54¢, 78¢ and 99¢ books) I was like, Whoa. I don’t think you can do that.
When he assured me we could indeed, I was quite amused.
So it appears we are slashing prices and doing away with dollar$ for the entire month of August. I know it’s cRaZy but it also makes cents.
Now if Starbucks would follow suit…
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Wordless Wednesday (Reading People)
Tuesday’s Tell-All (My Life is a Bad Reality Show)
In May I introduced the newest member of our family, Pretty Kitty Puddin Jam.
In July I talked about Pretty Kitty Puddin Jam wanting to be a star and the attitude that ensued.
Now I have to tell you…
Hold on, this has been a hard thing for me to understand…
[sigh]
Pretty Kitty is…
Pretty Kitty Puddin Jam (aka PKPJ) is….
Oh hell Jam is a Jim!
I know! I am so naïve… so unsophisticated!
I was also a bit distraught when I found out.
I tried to normalize the situation by calling him Jim but he refused to answer. By this point I was so flustered I threatened to have him castrated… emasculated… de-dinglized.
He snubbed the threat and mewed, Pretty Kitty Puddin Jaaam.
“No!” I argued, “You are a tom – a Jim! Girls do not have tally-whackers!”
PKPJ then he purred two words that clarified everything –
Caitlyn. Jenner.
[Blubbering sigh]
I conceded to let him keep his male genitalia but no more news rags or television AND no more pretty bows!
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Mad Monday. (I’m rooting for you, go Monday go!)
We Six Remained (from Getting Me Back)
If I should die before I wake…
Run little hamster,
I pray the Lord my soul to take
run as fast as you can.
-0-
Sister, did you see the man,
the one with the bloody stone?
Brother did you feel the pain,
when the bullet hit the bone?
-0-
Cousin did you smell the smoke,
did you lie so still and quiet?
Uncle did you hear him choke
as the flames rolled over Zion?
-0-
Father could you hear their screams,
do they haunt you late at night?
Mother did you see their dreams
before the dreadful plight?
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A precious linctus to make me feel
Another to help me sleep
And if God can hear a dead man’s prayers,
I pray my soul to keep.
-0-
Now I lay me down to rest
among the torn and drained
where millions died beneath the crest
yet, we six remained.
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No Such Thing As Ghosts
Ernest Hemingway’s study in Key West, Florida.
Note the portrait in the background. Sorry, I don’t know who the artist is but I thought it meshed well with the poem No Such Thing as Ghosts. I snapped this photo last February after a long ride through the keys with Ernie. 😉
No Such Thing As Ghosts completes chapter 17 in Unjustified Favor (Clan Destiny Book III) after an ordeal forces Lawrence Jeffcoat to rethink his beliefs.
… ghosts were manifestations of irrational fears and folklore. Ghouls, phantoms, spirits – those were make-believe stories invented for campfires and fiction.
Embedded images leave their trace
Like fossil shells have marked their place
Many share this tiny space
Though each in their own time
The essence of an empty room
The hint of a gardenia’s bloom
A peek in to the sixth sense loom
All treasures of the mind
Shadows catch the outer eye
Wind railed whispers cross the sky
Nothing ever really dies
They simply pass beyond
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August is Hell and That’s Just Peachy
Did you know August is National Peach Month?
The first thing(s) that came to mind when I read the notification was:
Ham’s Orchard – a peach orchard not far from here that sells peach ice cream as well as a hundred other things; The Peach Orchard Ogre – a short story I wrote years ago, and August Wolf – another story.
What do these things have in common?
Nothing other than giving you a glimpse at how my mind works, a lame promo and a reason to say, “August is hell and that’s just peachy.”
Oh, and the GIF is kind of cute too.
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(Doo Doo Doo) Lookin’ Out My Back Door
Tuesday’s Tell All (Personality Shots)
I told you last week that we were going [back] to the beach or maybe I implied it with a photo. I do tend to live my life in snaps and captions, that’s just how I roll. Yep – I am a rolling stone. Never mind the moss clinging to my body that just means I roll a little slow. Don’t snicker; remember The Tortoise and the Hare? The Tortoise and the Hare, baby!
On these occasions I try to lay the camera down and enjoy the moment… let my hair down … and sometimes my guard.
It is not always easy or even do-able but I did it; I relinquished the anal rigidity and chillaxed and guess what? I found out I am not the only one who can take a picture or take control.
The camera caught us tired and sunburned after a day at the beach; fresh out of the shower, pouting, pondering, laughing and maybe crying; discussing or just waking up. Some would say we were caught at our worst. I would like to believe we were at our finest; vulnerable and real and in natural form.
D call’s this collection Personality Shots. Thanks D.
What a clan!
These are only a fraction of the photos taken and a small portion of my tribe.
Sorry, the characters of the Clan Destiny series couldn’t join us, this was a G rated adventure.
The Real Janna Hill in 