Halloween: From Me to You

Sunday, October 31, 2010

A very short holiday post. We here in Kentucky actually celebrate Halloween on Halloween. Kentuckians have a hard time with two times; daylight savings time and holidays that float. In the spirit of the day I will not be wordy or inventive, just celebratory.

Allow me to wish you a most eerie holiday and supply you with a festive dance. Growing up in 70's this is from one of my favorite cult movies and yes I can do the dance. So here enjoy and do not worry dance diagrams are provided.

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But just in case dancing is not for you, I still have a treat. Feel free to chair dance while listening to the music. I thought this song title appropriate. Enjoy..

Happy Halloween!



What Drives You Back to Bed...

Saturday, October 30, 2010

This must be my “Trick” day. Waking up at 3:30 in the morning this is what has finally driven me back to bed.

From 3:30 to 5:30am I tried to be as quiet as a church mouse. Bumped, stumped and mashed every extremity I have. (It is hard to whisper swear words.)

From 5:50 to 8:30am I managed to screw several things up related to blogger. Sent a message for help, got spam in return. (Sort of like finding a toothbrush in your Halloween candy.)


There is a Monster Among Us...

Friday, October 29, 2010

There are monsters among us. None of us are safe. Do you know monsters? I’ll bet you do. This is my story of a monster that walks among us.

The monster has no face; still, is in every face you see. It possesses not those wicked fangs. It is not hirsute beyond compare nor does it exude the demeanor of the dead. Quite simply, there are no signs when this monster is at hand.


Have You Seen These?

Thursday, October 28, 2010

As a continuation of a busy evening, I have a busy day to get through. The storms left a real sense of fall in the air and I have noticed everyone is in the trick or treat spirit. So in the sentiment of the season I thought I would share a couple of humorous Halloween photos.

First though, I'd like to thank everyone for stopping by yesterday and commenting. As you know I have a hard time handing out awards, I think you all deserve one. Any who, let me say you are special and not unnoticed. Now.. the photos.


A Worded Wednesday....Awards

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

In lieu of being wordless I have awards to acknowledge. Funny how blog awards are a blessing and a curse, don’t you think? Receiving them means someone has read your written words and felt it worthy of a badge. Then you are cursed into sending them on and having to sit for hours stewing over whom, whom do I send this on to?

The other day Ms Nancy at NR Williams, Fantasy Author awarded me a lovely acknowledgement. Nancy has a wonderful blog and I love her hump day improvisations. Besides she hosts a really good party. So hop on over and visit her.

The rules are as follows:
  • Post the award and thank the person who gave you the award and link back to their blog.
  • Share 10 things about myself.
  • Give 7 blogger friends the award and link back to their blog.

So, 10 things huh? Here goes.


Do You Know a Nefarious Thief?

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

In the quite of the morning she knew. With dew drops glistening and the songs birds singing she knew and darkness fell upon her. Over night her world had become merely to duck and cover. “When and how did I become this silent victim?” she thought.

The night had allowed a nefarious thief to creep in and take all that had been so real to her and then vanish. “I do not want folks to pity me,” she thought as emptiness filled her soul. She tried to scream, “I will not give you credence,” but the evil had left its mark.


Up In Smoke

Monday, October 25, 2010

With the snap of a lighter she lit the skinny poison stick. Exhaling, smoke mesmerized her from yesterday to tomorrow and the thoughts of a life vanished in a wisp of smoke. The curled, dancing trail reminded her of an evil seductress.  It called her name, moved in beauty and left her wanting more.

Every movement of her hand left a gray twirling trail of wonder, a sign of whence it came and yet it would vanish as if never there. “How apropos,” she thought, taking her eyes away from the seduction of the smoke.

As she looked away the sound of rain gently falling broke the trance. A smile managed to curl itself upon her face. The smell of freshness strolled right in and escorted the memorizing smoke deep into nothingness. “Thank you,” was all she could mutter.


Blog Fest: My Top 10 Television Shows

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Today I am participating in Alex’s Blog Fest where I am to note my “Top 10 Television Shows.” Now me being a Baby Boomer I grew up when 3 channels were all you had to chose from and you watched real entertainment.

I have never been one to just sit and watch television though. As a kid I would rather be outside playing and this continued up into my forties. Now there just is not a lot of great television to watch, thank goodness for PBS. So here is my list.


My Lonely Little Morning Star

I gaze out at a small orange band of color; almost dawn. There just to the left holding onto the last few twinkles of night is one lone star. Like the pulse of my universe this star beats in simple white. I stop to watch the lifeline and ask, “What happens when the sun out shines your beat?”

The twinkle of the star slowly ebbs and with one last twinkle, winks and says “goodbye.” The sun does seize this moment and declares for all to hear, “I’ll take this morn.” The explosion is in a glorious array of victory splendor; daybreak is here. Oh my, the sun has won. The lonely star has gone. To where has my morning star gone?


It is a Halloween Party and I'm....

Friday, October 22, 2010

Yes I’m at a Halloween party, N.R. William’s party. The cyber event of the weekend, can you see me yet? Where am I and how will you know me?

I’m over here in the far right corner; see me? I’m hopping on one foot, waving my free, non-smoking beverage hand. Oh, I forgot I’m in costume you do not recognize it’s me. Well, do you see a short woman dressed in black?


Grave Mortal Danger; Who Me?

I am sorry but I have to get this off my chest. Apparently, yesterday I put my grandmother and mother in grave mortal danger. Who me, the one who loves their grandmother and mother more than anything?

As you know or in case you don’t, one day a week I spend with my mother and grandmother; yesterday was that day. The weather was good; we had plans and thought all would be grand, NOT!

We started with a routine trip to the chiropractor to get our bones adjusted, followed by a stop at the cemetery. Fall colors and feeding the ducks, nice time. Again, our day was totally routine and enjoyable. It was time for lunch.


Can I Share My Lessons With You?

Thursday, October 21, 2010

With this being my first full post after my road trip I thought I might share with you what I actually learned. Have you ever done that, took a trip and then get home only to wonder what did I learn from that?

I do it every trip, sort of like the trip was meant to be an experience and I need to relish the lessons. This trip was no exception and now that I have had a day to think about it there were definitely some lessons.

Travel companions are easy targets but worth a mention. This trip I traveled with a very old, dear friend and her blind dog, the lesson? When a friend tells you they need a break and invite you for a road trip be forewarned it will be a long trip.

My travel companion talked the entire way, every waking moment and if she was not talking she was singing or humming. Being totally southern her accent is as thick as whipping cream and her speech as simple as it comes. Lesson here is to make sure you take a bag of saltwater taffy with you.


Wordless Wednesday: A Road Trip

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Our road trip began by heading through the mountains and heading all the way to the coast, 11 hours. We had 3 women and 2 dogs so pit stops were often. I've decided this post will be minimal words and mostly photos. I hope you enjoy.

Our first sunrise.

Poor fisherman had a hard time with these birds.

I loved the sea jewels left each morning, low tide was @ 9am everyday.

Dolphins at sun rise.

More treasures.

First sunset.

These little birds fascinate me.

I can still hear this sound.

Little guy was lonely.

Sun rise.


Beach patrol. Fragile Mouse.

Sea Oats at Sun Set.

Waves at sun set.

Sea oats at Sun rise. Last Day.

Our drive home through the mountains.

I'm still trying to get back on schedule and hopefully tomorrow things will get back to normal. I hope everyone is still here. By the way the trip has screwed up my "O" so if you see one missing blame it on the beach.

Peace my children...


It's A Blitz; A Blogging Blitz

Monday, October 18, 2010

In an intense, energetic, concentrated attack we blitz you. Actually that is the definition of blitz but that is not the point. I’m here to tell you a story. Where were you in May of 1977?

Well, I was at the drive-in not knowing my baby sister was being born. Back then there were no cell phones or pagers, if you missed it, you missed it. Now I hear you asking, “What was so important you would miss you sisters birth?”


Can You Say: "Road Trip!"

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Hey, I’m not really here. No I’m not and right now I have no idea where I am.  By the time you read this I will be well on my way to a weekend adventure, a long weekend adventure. Fun right? Where am I going?

Before I divulge my mystery destination allow me to digress a bit. I have spent the last two days packing and preparing for this long, over due excursion and you know what? I realize now why I love backpacking.

With backpacking you take only what is required for survival and can fit in your pack. If it has a chord you do not need it. If you asked yourself will i get to…you don’t need it. If you cannot use it, eat it or wear it, leave it at home. Sounds simple… right? On the other hand, you have civilized traveling.


Animal Write Blogfest: A Dog

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Today I am participating in a blogfest. Our host is Dayana Stockdale at Writing from the Wrogan. The fest wants us to write from an animals POV and below is my entry. Please feel free to pop on over and read the other entrants.

Here on the deck I stand absorbing in what I know to be all mine. I have a strange sensation, someone or something has gotten in. “I know you are there, show yourself,” I demand. My ears, they raise like sonar on a ship and an attentive stillness takes hold of me. With my posture now rigid, I tune in to what I know is there. Who dares enter my domain?

The morning is like night, a fog gently rolls in and wild aromas titillate my senses. There, in the back corner I see movement, slight but it is there. “I see you, show yourself.” I shout, hoping to startle and get the upper hand. “I will chase you down.” 

With the speed of a thousand horses I bound, allowing my instinct to take the helm. I think not of pain or glory but of duty and honor, this is my domain. Toward the motion, galloping, I hear myself scream, “Get out, go away or else.” Then I look down, I am there; I am on it.

At the source of motion, my senses went off guard. The brazen intruder offered a passing glance and waddled when it walked, “You are just a little thing, how much harm can you really be?” I questioned of the small intruder. I step closer seeking merely to say hello. I did not see the warning sign; my senses had no clue. “Why are you stomping your feet?” I heard myself ask.

I had moved too close, fear engulfed this small intruder and without me knowing unleashed a sudden attack. The next thing I knew I went blind. It was as if hot wooden matches had been stuck in both my eyes. I heard myself scream in anguish but was sightless do much else. “Retreat,” my mind kept telling me and I grasped for a sense to escape.

Inch by inch I move backward until the distance it felt safe, and then I turned and ran. “Stop and clear your eyes,” my instincts shouted. I lowered my body and rolled my face in the moisture of the fog. “This is liquid fire,” I said and slowing my vision began to restore.

Back on the deck I felt defeated. My eyes still watering from the sudden attack I hang my in head shame. Never before had I been so instantly rendered defenseless, I have let my duty down. With my head hung low and my tail tucked tight, I begged, “Please, just let in.” 

Inside I feel rejected, a failure and simply do want a treat. I must be strong and tell the truth, “I did not chase away the intruder.” Just as I thought no praise would be offered and slowly raise my big eyes in a plea for sympathy.

There is no sign of sympathy, in fact they seem quit scared. “Why are you backing away from me?” I ask but all I hear is that funny sound. “Why are they laughing at me?” This does not call for laughter; honestly I let you down.

“What do mean I smell?” “Come here.” “What is a skunk?”

Most certainly, I do not like tomato baths.

Not sure if I captured this the best. Sometimes it is not easy being a dog and fulfilling all your instinctive duties. Thanks to Dayana for hosting and please go visit her blog.


Do You Hear a Rythmic Chant?

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

I long to just become still. To quiet my wandering ways, take time out and merely be. I seek the ability to explore my soul and revel in all that I have been. Forever doomed I wander and the universe calls my name. Move; forever move. Where does stillness really lie? 

With the whisper of the universe I shutter but continue on my way. There is no place I truly can call home and no place to be just me. With the dawning of the sun I arrive, watch silently from a far and then with darkness I am gone. Can you tell I was even there?

With the wandering comes solitude, no friend’s can I simply call. I smile at you, I kiss your feet but loneliness is what I see. Never noticing you walk past leaving footprints etched in sorrow. I will cover up your sorrow, erase away the footprints and with the setting of the sun, slip away. Am I not your friend?

I enunciate no words of wisdom but rather call to you with a rhythmic chant. I chant for you to listen, to hear my calming lull. Close your eyes, breath slowly; allow my cadence to answer the questioning of your soul. Can I not be the rhythm of your being?

This description is what I though of  when I saw the picture above. The wave to me reflects the stillness we all long to have. When we are not still it is as though we forgot our way home. Not finding home leaves us with the sorrow of solitude, but if we listen…

Close our eyes, breath slow and hear the rhythmic chant; I feel certain its cadence will calm our questioning souls.

Because if you don't listen...

Today may you actually listen to and hear your very own rhythmic chant.



Tag You're IT!

Monday, October 11, 2010

Down for more than a week she longed for her mojo to return. The bed she so loved now felt like an unwelcome stranger, stiff and uninviting. Tired of being in the company of the unwelcome stranger she summoned energy from deep within, “come on get out of bed, don’t you want to find your mojo?”

First sitting, then standing; she rose to leave the company of the stiff, uninviting one. “I’ll get a cup of spice tea and check the web,” she thought. With a head totally clogged, she wondered why someone had not just put the Vicks suave in the Kleenex, that would be so much easier.


Sunday Questionnaire

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Do not just read the snippet in the dashboard preview; come on over and look. I have been telling you and myself I needed to change things up here a bit and now I have. See anything different?

Yes, I have been too sick to write but not to sick to code, go figure. Have you noticed the new layout? Notice my new buttons? I’m really proud of these because I’m no coder.

This being Sunday I’d like to give you my sermon for the day, Flu Shots. If you have not gotten yours, now is the time. I cannot take flu shots due to an egg allergy, and thus have the flu.

One of the scariest books I have ever read was “The Coming Plaques,” and the worst plaque of all is the flu. Adapt and survive little bugger, get a FLU SHOT! Otherwise you will end up like me, wrapped like a mummy with a bright red nose, sounding like a foghorn and consuming bourbon by the gallon. (Medicine you know.)

Now my goal is to for later today to do some writing. In the mean time I wanted to put this post up so you guys would not freak out. I need and want feedback. What do you think? Is this better or worse? Is it easier to find things? Please test drive this thing and tell me, lemon or peach?

Until later my friends… Blessed Sunday to you. 


Cleaning Out My Closet.... Awards

Friday, October 8, 2010

Since I’m still sick and needing something to do I decided to clean out my closet, that is when I found these. Awards just sitting there, waiting patiently to be handed out, why not end the week on a high note?

Before I get to the handing out I do have some real blogging issues to address. Blogger is in a state of metamorphous and I think it is screwing with us all. I have been told at times my followers do not appear, all the while I see you fine. Please if you have any problem with anything about this blog, leave a comment. Let me know, Blogger fools us into thinking what we see is what you see; not true! So can you help a girl out?


Are You Apart of "One"?

Thursday, October 7, 2010

In the gentleness of night they sleep. Their warm, soft bodies lay still against the other and calmness fills the room. There is no need for emotion, no need for senseless wanting; just the need for rejuvenating slumber and the velvetiness of a touch. Can this not be the simplest joy of living?

No they are not lovers. According to all that is written they were not even suppose to be friends. Against all forces of nature, somehow, life long companions they have become. With no preconceived agenda in their heads and listening only to their hearts, the simple feeling to need another cemented them as one. Is this not how it is suppose to be?


NaBloWriMo and Blog Dilemmas

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

NaBloWriMo is compelling me to contribute something today and I don’t wanna. I think I’ll just take this opportunity to address a couple of things that have crossed this blogs path. Do you have blog dilemmas?

I never saw this coming. After all I barely have 100 followers, so to think my blog or I are some big target for marketing never crossed my mind. Do you think of marketing when you read my blog? I don’t.

Apparently someone does. In the past few weeks I have received several solicitations to do product reviews. I am not a crafting blog or even an artist’s blog, so I can only assume I have screwed up my SEO.


Riding Out The Storm

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Such an opposing blue sky, a contrast to any color of whom dared brush its horizon. With a glance she barely noticed the sky and concentrated solely on her footing. The hike had been a long one, traveling down and down until the valley floor was with in reach. “Did I turn right or left at that last fork?” she thought.

The question was but a mental distraction, the trail a physical challenge and onward she did journey. Farther and deeper she traveled into the valley until the path grew wide and dusty. The concentration had been blinding, until now. Now the change in terrain caused a pause. From high above a raven cried, “Look at me,” but she paid no mind. Her concentration was now broken.


No Mommy He is Not Black

Monday, October 4, 2010

“Put your shoes on, we have to go,” the mother instructed. “Mom, where are we going?” the kids all questioned. ”We have to run an errand it won’t take long,” cheerfully the mother responded, “Now come on we have to go.”

Everyone loaded in the car they began their drive out of the neighborhood. The youngest of the three children sat in the back seat opposite her mother, just lost somewhere out the window. “Lynn, what are you looking at?” her mother asked, “isn’t that where your new friend Pete lives?”


WOW, 100 and I'm Sick!

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Those blasted Aliens! No, that was not a story line I actually do have an awful early cold. You know one of those colds where you wish you were 10 again and Mom could take care of you. Not an option and that is not the worst of it. How much worse can it get?

For starters as tired and sick as I am, a water line broke dead in front of my house. From midnight to 4 in the morning I listened to jack hammers and backhoes tear up the street. If the noise were not bad enough each vehicle had a yellow strobe light attached to the top. Lit my bedroom up like a disco.


Help, I've Been Abducted

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Sleep came easy to her. Three straight nights of little to no sleep had left her zapped of all energy and closing her eyes felt like heaven. In the dark, a warm comfortable bed called out, her relief was at hand. Was it? Could sleep really be her salvation?

Nine hours later the sun was peeked through a window. One at a time she opened her eyes, and in seeing the mocking sun, threw a pillow at the window. “No use,” she thought, “I must get up.” With the speed of a snail she stumbled to the bathroom. “Oh my God!” was all she could say.


Stop, Who Goes There?

Friday, October 1, 2010

In one violent motion she sat straight up in bed. Her body on full alert, her mind trailing slowly from behind, she felt the presence of another. Tension so taut it reminded her of evil, something horrible must be there. Her eyes slowly scanned the room with apprehension, “Who is there, what do you want?” she screamed.

The plea for knowledge fell silent; no words had crossed her mouth. In the silence of the darkness her head went straight to fear. The shadows are partners of the evil and with a chuckled took full advantage of her state of mind. Again she tried to speak, “Who is there and what do you want?”


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