I met my best friend while putting out a fire, or so I thought. Smoke was coming from my neighbor’s cellar. I ran over and felt the door. It wasn’t hot, so I figured I could handle it and be a hero. Their hose was nearby. I went over, turned it on, threw the door… Read More Flash in the Pan: Happiness
That day will stay in my brain forever. I was outside in the yard helping mom with the garden. I heard this loud backfire, like a gun or something. It made me jump. Then a crazy looking hippy-van pulled up next door. Smoke was coming from the hood and there was music loud enough to… Read More Flash in the Pan: Lonely
After leaving his family, Charlie came home to only a note. Charles, Thanks for getting milk. It would’ve been nice if you brought it back before you left. Don’t worry about the kids or feel guilty. They only cry for you every night. Michael’s therapy is coming along. The shrink says he might be able… Read More Flash in the Pan: Book
SO…….The challenge was: To post a picture taken the day you read the posting about the theme of the challenge. No cheating allowed! Lucky me…….I read this post at 9:46 at night. It’s dark outside and everyone is asleep. I didn’t think the nachos I pulled out of the oven would make a great shot,… Read More Weekly Photo Challenge: Today
I suppose these pics would be better if I had actually thought of taking BEFORE shots, but my brain didn’t register that idea at the time. SO…..Imagine gramma-lavender walls with fake, vintage-cream tins, holding dried-girlie flowers and an awkward over-the-toilet shelf, with loads of annoying bathroom paraphernalia. NOW….new paint, crazy popping flower art, shelves….blah, blah,… Read More Pimped out for $80.You should see what you get for $100!
You heard it here first. I’m not making enough money at my current corner. I don’t know if it’s because I’m smack dab in the middle of a wretched economic time, or that I strap my baby to my back when I’m trolling. You know, if you visited here, you’d realize that the baby on the… Read More Turning the Corner
Before full-blown Alzheimer’s sets in, I need to acknowledge awards presented to me by some fine bloggers. I’m ashamed to say, some were given at the turn of the century and I have yet to show my appreciation. I kind of feel like Sissy Spacek in the 1976 movie Carrie. All of a sudden these awards are bestowed on me and I’m expecting… Read More I got nothing, except a bunch of excuses.
Creeping into my soul Limited to my control Scared to set it free Thinking…Let it be Last chance is given I don’t want to be forgiven For regretting an action Checkmate…no satisfaction