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I Object!

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I Object!!

Objection overruled. get attched

Now grab a paperclip and get attached. 😉

You are hereby lawfully subjected to more photos of Mia the Pocket Puppy, aka my current obsession object of affection. The versatile pocket puppy (suitable for all ages) can also be used as a sock puppy. Unlike a sock puppet Mia can speak for herself.  AND [this is the fun part] she eats, cries, bites, pees, poops and barks just like a real puppy.

Prompted by the weekly photo challenge: Object

“Just Pose”

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“The photo challenge this week is juxtaposition. To juxtapose… as in placing two or more things side by side but for creative reasons let’s really look for contrast.” That’s all I said…

See what happens when you ask for input in my house? You get puppies nestled in pockets, a monkey riding a bobcat and me hiding behind a bunch of balloons. Oh, I tossed in the photo of the bee but it’s an old shot. We’ll consider that juxtaposed to the new.

It’s juxta puppie
I live inside a circus…
“just pose”
Just Bee-cause

Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition

My Genetic Beginning

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Cotton, peas, your friends, your seat, your nose… There are a lot of things you can pick. Family isn’t one of them.

Photographs of family and friends are scattered throughout this blog so instead of taking a new photograph for this challenge I thought it would be fun to share a few old ones.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
When I realized I’d rather be behind the camera.
It was a merry Christmas
My paternal grandmother.
Four generations of women.

Windows & Portals to the World’s Stories

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Regarding this week’s photo challenge Cheri’ said, “They are portals into the world’s stories.” I thought how true and instantly recalled a reader’s question about writing scary characters. “Do they scare you when you’re writing them?” she asked. To that I replied, “Yes, sometimes they do.” So what does that have to do with windows and stories?

Well throughout writing one particular story I studied the views from both sides of the window near my desk. I would imagine the male protagonist lurking outside as I typed into the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes I would creep across the lawn and peer in, imagining how he (Max) saw things – where he might hide outside that window as he studied Abigail. I have to admit it felt pretty creepy. Max wasn’t really a bad guy (okay maybe that is debatable) but there were times I had to turn on the security lights, make sure the windows were locked and the Glock was loaded.

I’m not just kidding.

The relationship between me and that window will never be the same but there will be other windows. As a matter of fact here are a few recent views that might inspire a [not so creepy] story.

Looking in at an adorable puppy.
Looking out at an abandoned winter playground.
Looking in at a lonely table.
Looking out at the shepherd.

The Start of Something Wonderful

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A wintry daybreak, a delightful fruitcake and a fire I made for myself…

I know starting a fire [intentionally] is not really a big deal unless you’re me and not everyone loves fruitcakes unless they’re family. By the way why are we expected to love the crazies we just so happen to be related to? I don’t know but I honestly do adore a real fruitcake. Fruitcakes need love too.

I have never pawned a loved one off, hid them out of sight or used them for a doorstop like some individuals will ashamedly do. You know I’m still talking about the cake right? As far as kinfolks…

I left a cousin in front of a Las Vegas liquor store in 1988. He worked there as a doorstop until he got too old to squat now he works part time at the newsstand as a paperweight. No, really! It’s a wonderful job – it just doesn’t pay anything. I think he is beginning to realize that. At least he can start a fire.

It seems even the dumbest sexiest men are mini MacGyver’s.  My husband (who is smart and handsome) can ignite a blaze using only his thumbnail and a gnawed wet toothpick.  I on the other hand need sixty-eight ounces of starter fluid, the Sunday paper, two wax logs and a large box of kitchen matches. Accidents and burning bridges does not count. Well that’s how it use to be. As you can see I’m better now. “Necessity is the mother of invention.”

I didn’t coin that phrase, heck I didn’t even invent fire but upon seeing the beautiful purple sky I knew a change in weather was occurring. A cold front that could challenge my lady MacGyver skills and I am happy to tell you I fared well under such pressure.  With a bundle of twigs and a mere twitch of the nose the fireplace was aglow. Okay, the bic and gasoline might have spurred the small conflagration but still it was the start of something wonderful.

Prompted by a cake sent from India (thank you Joseph), a cold front and this weeks photo challenge: Beginning