Friday, September 19, 2014

It's all about the hair

I found my blog.  It was just sitting here, all alone, waiting patiently for my return.   It's good to be back. At least there wasn't any nagging or whining from this bored blog, unlike Cat, where nagging and whining is an art that must be practiced over and over again.

Speaking of Cat, he sends his regards and complaints.  It's the usual - not enough food and the peoples not doing what he wants, whatever that is.

I've been a bit busy. There is a some serious remodeling going on around here and my arms nearly fell off from painting.  Photos coming at some point.

I've also been the lawn care person his summer and have spent plenty of time outside sans makeup and wearing old clothes.

So there I was, trying to unkink a wild hose in the front yard when our local weather girl drives by and shouts "Reffie, Reffie!"  Well, actually, she didn't call me that but you get the picture.  I know her from the gym so I've seen her without the makeup and styled hair from appearing on television, still looking gorgeous.  Life isn't fair.   Me?  Well, I kind of looked like this:

Wild-hair woman wearing weird clothes.  No, I wasn't wearing a dress and I don't have an ocean in my front yard. We do have moles and I was hoping one of the mole holes would open up and swallow me but no such luck.

"Yeah, hi's up?"

Later, I giggled at myself for caring. She is also a realtor and was driving around looking for lots for sale for a client.  She lives nearby.

Today I was out for a hilly run, dropping sweat here and there, and I encountered someone else I knew from the gym.  I did have some makeup on and was wearing running attire.  A hat contained the hair.  This time it was a guy and he was mowing his yard.  He stops the mower to chat with me.  I'm thinking "Wow, how nice" and then it occurred to me as I'm looping around his neighborhood that he approaches mowing just like he approaches his workout.  Do a bit, stop and text, do a bit, stop and chat, do a bit, take a phone call....   You get the picture.  People are funny.  He must have some serious ADD.

Yes, we are still mowing around here.  The grass is green and still growing as some of us here in north Texas have had enough rain and moderate summer temps to keep our yards alive and thriving.  I'm still in need of a predator for those grasshoppers, though.  They love my perennials.

That's enough for now.  I hope your summer was grand!

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Chapter Three - The End?

I dreamed I was with Hubby and he was acting strange.  At some level, I was thinking this wasn't my husband.  What was my first clue?  The nose ring.  It had to be the nose ring.  When I asked how long he'd had it, he said for several months and I interrupted with I guess you've been taking it out every day before you came home, huh?  He sure didn't seem himself. Then it was the strange driving,  not able to stay in the lane, like something was taking over his body. 

Whoa!  Maybe I'm on to something here.  Is this a dream or some strange alien reality? 

Be quiet.  You will wake her.  We need to work quickly.  Let's test the device, that nose jewel we gave to the other one. Good.  She is primed and ready.  When the time comes, she'll know what to do.

As they left this last time, they forgot the most important thing - the cat's treat.  Missing his nom-nom, Oreo Kitty clawed the heck out of the two invaders.   Cat Scratch Fever may make us feel sick but it was a bit more than that for them.  They made it as far as the middle of New Mexico before the entire crew succumb to the illness.  There wasn't much left of them when their ship was found by that group of explorers

We'll never know what Reffie was supposed to do....or will we?

Chapter One

The Visitors (Chapter Two)


Friday, June 13, 2014

The Visitors - Chapter 1

It had been a strange month.  The weather got warmer and the weeds grew taller.  Reffie was busy with lawn and garden tasks and going to Spin class.   She told Cat and Evil Twin that she had been feeling odd, like her mind and body were somewhere else.  While mowing, she felt possessed, compelled to make strange crop circles.  The neighbors complained about the hideous yard and the bright lights and strange noises during the night.  Evil Twin smiled, nodded, and patted Reffie on the back for encouragement.

Last night, Reffie felt restless but tried to sleep anyway.....

Chapter 2

Stay tuned for Chapter 3.


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Hint Fiction: The Visitors

They were quiet, their business done quickly, but something woke the geek girl, Reffie.

"Thank goodness that was only a dream!" 

Ah, a story within a story, leaving you wanting more.  Hint Fiction prompted by Jayne.  This blog has been ignored too long.  Join us and go see what the others have done over at Jayne's blog.

Monday, March 24, 2014

The Cat's Got Her Tongue

OK.  Maybe it's not a problem with her tongue but those undead folks that have been visiting here lately.  More on that later.

As usual, I'm not being properly cared for around here.  I got a box, though, and I really like it.

My throne, it awaits me, and sinks under my massiveness.

Oreo Kitty here, trying to scratch life into this blog.

I was noticing that the female, Reffie, has been ignoring this blog.  I tried to encourage her to write but she said some gibberish about being busy with races, home projects, and getting ready for spring. 

One done sprung
In between sleep times, I have to beg for food.  This is no life for a cat.  I want OUTSIDE where I know there are yummy things to munch like those silly birds and squirrels I chirp at from my window.  Reffie told me the squirrels were being silly, the boy squirrel was trying to climb on top of the girl squirrel and make little squirrels.  Well, that sounds goofy but I bet I could eat a little squirrel in one gulp.  I'd be happy with anything in my food bowl right now.  Sigh.

Oh, and those undead?  Reffie and Hubby watched a show called The Returned.  It is French with English sub-titles and is about these dead people that start to come back.  Oh, and there is sex and nudity.  Reffie enjoyed it.  Evil Twin (E.T.) is still trying to figure out how to bring back the dead.  As usual, she is blaming everything on Aliens.

Ironically, I am also E.T.


** up comes a hairball from all that laughter **

I need a nap.  Reffie will clean up this more ways than one.

ET photo swiped from the Internet.  Reffie claims the other two.

Friday, February 28, 2014

28 Days of Writing - And then my head exploded

In the beginning, I was so innocent.  Then she said it is ONLY 28 days of writing.  It will be over before you know it.  It was like the Olympics, only without all the repetitive commercials or Bob's eye infection, or blabbering figure skating commentary....or Johnny Weir wearing Tara Lipinski's underwear.  They just kept going.  I was sad during the closing ceremony, though.   I loved that bear, that bunny, and that giant KITTY!  I was glad the kitty didn't try to chase the bunny.  Mine would have.

What was I saying?  Oh yeah.   Those cheesy folks were LIARS. It was 28 days of labor. Thank goodness I wasn't delivering a baby. On the other hand, it was 28 days of fun and laughter.   I enjoyed reading everyone's posts and those that wrote stories deserve all the gold in Canada.....or was that California?

Anyway, it had to be aliens that allowed me to post for 28 consecutive days. 

And then my head exploded and Cat ate my brains.


We were fooled in more ways than one.

Cat is a Zombie.


Some of the others may be Zombies today, too.  Enjoy the brainz.

Thanks to the Cheesy folks for hosting this challenge!

Photo borrowed from this site.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

28 Days of Writing - How did you find out?

We've got everything ready, all of our ducks in a row.  Cat has groomed himself six times for the occasion.  Our guests know the drill - pick up Reffie for a birthday drink but instead drive to the bungee-jumping park.  Reffie will be so surprised.


Hey, how did you know what we were planning?

Oh, please.  We are the same person, you dufus.


Enough already.  ONE. MORE. DAY.

Sigh.  Where IS that bottle?

Go find out if these folks are plastered yet.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Naked and Lost

Let's check in with Reffie and her hiking group one last time.  It looks like the folks in the tent are stirring......

Alice: It feels wonderful to have slept so well last night. 
Joe:  Ugh.  Keep your voice down.  My head hurts.

Alice:  Pffft.  You hogged that rum we had last night.  You have a hangover.
Joe:  Sigh.

Alice:  Um....anybody seen Reffie?

The others start looking around inside the tent, turning out sleeping bags, stepping on legos barefooted, and calling out to her.

Reffie?  REFFIE?

Reffie (or maybe it's Evil Twin) comes into the tent.  "What?"

Alice:  Um...
Joe:  Hubba.
Cat:  ME-OW!

Reffie:  Yeah, I'm naked and lost my clothes in a round of Texas Hold'm downstream.  Does anybody have something I can wear?  Oh, and where did that cat come from?

Our story ends as Reffie and her group sloshed their way down the mountain.  They found the nearest IHOP and ate their fill in pancakes.  As they checked into the Holiday Inn, they made sure there were no rattlesnakes in their rooms.

These people may or may not be nekkid today.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Social Media

I've noticed I spend quite a bit of time using social media, specifically Facebook.  In general, I like it.  It's a good way to stay connected with people I don't see often and for me to be exposed to different types of people that I've "met" through blogging.   I enjoy seeing my friends' photos and knowing what's happening in their day-to-day lives.  A few jokes and videos here and there make it fun.

Of course there are things I find bothersome:
  • I don't need to know about every meal you've had today.
  • I don't need to know about your religious or political views over and over again.  In other words, that is primarily all that you post and it comes across as if you are trying to convert people to your way of thinking.
  • I am somewhat bothered if I make an effort to comment or "like" your posts but you rarely do the same for me.
  • I roll my eyes when you frequently use Facebook to promote your business interests on your personal page.
  • I know your children/grandchildren are wonderful but I don't need to see photos of them every day.
I realize, though, that it's your personal page, and I respect that you can post what you want.  Just keep in mind that you risk losing your audience if you don't show some discretion.

Finally, Facebook is a tool.  Use it and don't let it use you.  Don't let it replace personal contact with real people.....only fake people.   Ha!

Um....Evil Twin?  What ARE you posting on my page?  Step away from the keyboard, NOW!


See what the others have to say about social media today.

Monday, February 24, 2014

28 Days of Writing - And then she said

And then she said "Go swim in your own pond!" and threw me and my fishing pole out.

What did you do?

I forgot Valentine's Day.

Ugh.  That's bad.

No.  I have an excuse.  Last year I brought her a huge mahi-mahi to make for our dinner and she spouted sewage at me for a month.

Um....most women don't like to cook on Valentine's Day.  They want to be wined and dined.

In our pond, it's too much whining and not enough dining.  Last year,  I drank all of the wine waiting on dinner.  I finally cooked the fish myself while she went to soak in the hot lake with her girlfriends.

Dude, you are still not getting it.  You need to show her you love and care for her.   Actually, you need to do that every day, not just on Valentine's Day.

Well, um.....Oh, I see.  Sigh.  I guess I could gut those fish I caught and clean up my messes in a more timely manner.

Now you're catching on a bit.

Ok.  Ok.  I'll make those repairs to our nest and replace all the wine I drank.

Good job.  I gotta go.  Waddle back to your little stream and give her a big feathery hug.

Quack.  Quack.


Spend some time with some of the other animals today.  It's survival of the fittest with this darn writing challenge.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

28 Days of Writing - There are things

We rejoin Reffie and her group of hikers spending the night on the mountain.....

"Ok, folks, let's settle down.  It looks like Joe is already out for the night.  After his scare with what may or may not have been Bigfoot,  let's just let him sleep it off.

Thanks to Alice for finding that bottle of rum in her pack.  Most of you will be sleeping well.

Evil Twin, stop talking like a pirate!


Excuse me.

It might be a rough night.  I'm hoping Bigfoot is also sleeping it off but we've all heard the expression there are things that go bump in the night.  Out here, I'm pretty sure it's not an urban legend.

If you here any bumps, thumps, or kerplunks out there, let me know.   Oh, and I'll need a volunteer to investigate, 'K?  You don't expect me to go out there, now do you?


I hope it's safer over at Nicky's today.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

28 Days of Writing - It's only a dream

My weird dreams seem to get more weird as I get older.

What's with the multiple versions of the classic "fear of failure" or "lack of control" dream?
  • You signed up for a college course but forgot to attend and it's time for the final. 
  • You're out walking around without any pants.
  • You really didn't graduate from college because there is a problem with your diploma.
  • You're up and getting ready.  You're in the shower but the water is heavy.  You're trying to get dressed but your arms won't work right.
  • The stairwell you are on becomes a technical climbing expedition and you just can't get to the exit door.
I've also been plagued with some strange nightmares.  My most recent night scare involved exploding fireballs headed towards the building I was working in, a building I have not been in since the late 90's.  I was using elevators and stairs during the attack. Weird stuff.  I woke up shaking, telling myself the classic "It's only a dream.  It's only a dream."  I certainly wanted to be back in Kansas with Toto.

I'm wondering if perhaps Evil Twin has anything to do with these dreams but I think that nightmare may have been the fault of a warm night and a hot cat snuggled against me.

Actually,  I have no clue.

Oh, and those stairs?  Maybe I watched this video too many times:

Stairway Illusion


Climb the stairway to heaven with the others today.

Friday, February 21, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Yes, I made that

Reffie, Cat, and Evil Twin are relaxing watching the Olympics.  Reffie remembers she needs to write something for "Yes, I made that".......

Reffie: What should we do for this prompt, you'll?

Cat:  Meow.

Evil Twin:  I think he wants to show you something he made in the litter box.

Reffie:  Ew.

Evil Twin:  I made this:

Reffie:  In your dreams.

Evil Twin:  Yeah, well, you can talk about it in a couple of days.  Dreaming is one of the prompts for this crazy writing challenge you're doing.

Reffie.  Ah, the writing challenge.  Good one.  Yes, I made that far.



Hop on over to Canada to see what the other participants made today.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Chaos

"So, how did it go with the snakes, Joe?"

"Are you kidding?  It was awful, a complete cluster eff, er, I mean it was CHAOS.  Just as I was about to snare a rattler, this huge creature came out of the woods.  It was dripping wet and obviously hungry.  It was chasing a rabbit but the rabbit got away.  He saw my snake, grabbed it and bit off...."

**retching noises**

"Ok, my stomach feels better now. Let's just say we aren't having grilled rattlesnake tonight."


Oh my.  Poor Reffie, Joe, and the rest of that stranded hiking party.   I wonder what will happen to them next?

For more chaos, check in with the cheeses.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Tastes like chicken

We join our heroes, Reffie and Evil Twin, on a mountain somewhere.  Reffie is leading a group of hikers.....somewhere.  And Evil Twin?  We aren't sure what has happened to her.


OK folks, it looks like we're stuck on this mountain overnight.  Let's get in the tent out of the rain so we can open our packs and turn out our pockets and see what we have for food tonight.


Wow.  This is an interesting pile of, er, stuff:

  • $1.53 - I hope that's not all you have for my tip.
  • 1 broken and crumbly granola bar - Ok, this looks promising.
  • 3 used tissues - I sure hope that isn't from your last trip to the bushes, Joe.
  • 2 dog biscuits - Well, um, Rover won't go hungry.
  • Rover - No, we're not that desperate.  Keep him away from that granola bar.
  • A pocket knife - Aha!

Here's the plan.  There is a reason this canyon is called Rattlesnake Canyon.  What do you think we've been hearing?  Joe, you're looking brave and I bet you're skilled with that knife.  You kill a few of those snakes.  The rest of us will see if we can get a fire going.

Cheer up, folks. They taste like chicken.


More chickens are laying eggs here.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Liars

When I was growing up, one of the worst things we could do was tell a lie.  That was very, very, BAD, and my brother and I were appropriately punished.  Well, the punishment worked.  I'm not much of a liar.

I'm not talking about white lies.  Sometimes, those are necessary in order to not hurt someone you care about or someone you need to respect, like a boss.  When your boss asks you if they look fat, what are you going to say?

Don't answer that.

The lies that people tell to cover up their mistakes are the ones that really get to me.  It bugs me that some people are not able to accept the consequences of their actions and lie in order to get out of trouble.

There are those that convince themselves that their perspective is truth.  I guess it is to them but it doesn't make it fact.

Enough of this serious stuff.  Let's find some funny.

One of the funniest lies I remember is from an episode of Red Dwarf where Lister is trying to teach Kryton to lie.

Hee Hee.  Stop hanging around on youtube and go check out the other liars.

Monday, February 17, 2014

28 Days of Writing - I faked it

Hm...."faking it" is not a strength for me.  Maybe I need to work on that.

Wait.  That could imply that everything I've written on this blog is true.  Ahem.  Well, ok, maybe I'm better at "faking it" than I thought.  When it comes to blogging, let's not call it "faking it".  How about embellishment?  Or exaggeration?    Yeah, that's better.

No, Evil Twin, I'm not misspelling "fake."  The post is not about "effing it", 'K?  I think that would be an easy post to write as I'm sure must people have wanted to say that about something in their lives at one point or another, usually involving an employer.

Most of us have also "faked it until we've made it" a time or two, knowing that we need to appear confident and "with it" when we really feel completely clueless and afraid.  I know I've had to do that a few times in my corporate days when I was standing up in front of group of people leading a IT requirements analysis session.  Not that I didn't have the skill, I just didn't have the confidence or was learning a new part of the business.  It still happens, occasionally, when I teach fitness classes, usually when I have to teach a different format or face a room full of cold stares when I'm subbing for a favorite instructor.

Oh, and I bet some of you think that Evil Twin is fake.  Well, er, maybe.  Then again, maybe not.


Find other fakes (not flakes) at Nicky's.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Shakespearean English

A couple of nights ago, I was awakened by something.  I wasn't sure what.  I had been hopeful for a restful night of sleep after all the late nights of writing.


YEEGADS!  What IS that smell?  Did the cat....?

Nope,  no stinky messy cat packages seem to be the issue.

It's an overly sweet smell.  Hey, what happened to my body spray?  It seems to have sucked the life out of the air. 

"Here's the smell of blood still:  all the perfumes of Arabia 
will not sweeten this little hand.  Oh, oh, oh!"

It was Evil Twin, of course, studying MacBeth, practicing her delivery using my body spray as blood.  Oh dear.  I think our late-night activity with the axe and that succubus might have damaged her in some way.



These people write Shakespeare better than Shakespeare himself.


Saturday, February 15, 2014

28 Days of Writing - My ears are ringing

"That is one strange ringtone."



"Oh. I didn't hear you.  My ears are ringing."

"Yes, I know that, you twerp, and those mobile phones look stupid clipped on your ears."

"Well, you said today's topic was 'My ears are ringing" so I thought would help you find something to write about."

"Thank you, but ringing in the ears is a medical condition, Silly."


"Um, if you put some tin foil on your head,  maybe you could.....  Nevermind.  Here's a banana, you monkey.  Go back to your closet.


Head on over to the cheese place and see what's ringing over there.

Friday, February 14, 2014

28 Days of Writing - It had to be aliens

Each night I hear a low rumble outside our window.  Hubby says it's just a freight train.  We have tracks nearby.    "I'm tellin' you.  There is an indention in our grass the size of a large saucer."    It's dark when he leaves and gets home.  He never sees it and it's gone by the weekend.

I'm convinced Evil Twin is helping them erase the evidence of their visit.

I've had several out of body experiences.  I'm sure I was inside that ship being tickled, er, probed.  Ouch.  Folks around town are acting strange, driving like they are possessed and weaving like they're avoiding something in the road.

I'm setting up a web cam to capture what is truly happening out there.


Pfffft.  I was convinced it had to be aliens but it wasn't. It's Evil Twin out there herding cats, coyotes, and the deer, making crop circles.  Oh, and the tickling?  Um, never mind.

I need to stop eating right before bedtime.


There might really be aliens writing about themselves here.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Incommunicado

Exactly.  Cat, Evil Twin, and I are finalizing our report on the Aliens.  Their pie holes have been open and I'm pulling my hair out.....and breathing in cat hair.  Sigh.  I'm hoping Cat will get laryngitis, have lunch with a vacuum cleaner, and settle in for a long snooze.  Perhaps Evil Twin will fall into a soundproof hole.  I could use some peace around here.

If that doesn't work, I'm locking myself in Evil Twin's closet or transporting myself to a black hole.

May your day be filled with the beautiful silence of space.


For more of the silent treatment, check in at Nicky's.   There might be a CheesyMike spotting.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

28 Days of Writing - One Bite


Oh dear.  Those bits don't even make one byte.  One bit short of a byte.

A few bricks short of a load.

A taco short of a combo platter.

The elevator never makes it to the top floor.

One piece short of a jigsaw puzzle.

A deck with an extra joker.

Well, ok, so I just made some of those up but they fit with living with Evil Twin.

One Bite = False:
  • Can I have just ONE bite of that cake you're having?
  • I'll just have ONE of those cute little candies.
  • I'll just have ONE slice of that delicious sourdough bread.
  • I"ll have ONE small chunk of that yummy Cheddar.

I'm sure none of you ever took a bite out of each piece of candy in the box putting the half-eaten piece back in its slot.  Oops.

Stop by and visit Nicky.  She may or may not bite.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Succubus



Sigh.  Not working.




Stiff. Much better.   I'm going to get this thing out back and practice my chopping skills.

"Hey, Evil Twin, have you seen my axe?"


"Help me carry this thing. Be very, very quiet.  I don't want to wake up Hubby.  This thing was making some strange noises hovering around him in there.  It sounded a bit like a vacuum."

Go see what is making sucking noises over at Nicky's.

Monday, February 10, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Zombies

It was a dark and stormy night.

No, really, it was.

The thunder and lightning kept waking the cat....and me.  Little did we know THEY were advancing under cover of the storm.  I was looking out the window.  Somehow the lightning flashes did not show them.

The doorbell rings.  Cat jumps sky high and then runs for cover, bouncing off Hubby's crotch.  I can fell my heart pounding as I throw on a robe and some shoes.  Hubby stirs and reaches for the shotgun.  Ever since we heard about the herd of mutants living in the forest nearby, we have started preparing ourselves for their attacks.

I look out the peephole.  I don't see anything out there.  I slowly and carefully open the door.

"Would you like to buy some Girl Scout Cookies?"


Girl Scouts.  Phew.  Glancing at the clock, I realize it's only 8:30 pm, a little late for these midgets but it was an early night for us.

Perhaps the mutants will get a quick snack and leave us alone for awhile.

I hope I didn't ruin your craving for Peanut Butter Patties.  Stay indoors at night and safely check out the other Zombies.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Dylan

Huh?  As in Bob?

Well, um, let me do some checking.


What is that noise?

Oh, Evil Twin is singing.  I can't understand the words or the melody.  Gasp!  I think she is singing Blowin' in the Wind.  I love that song that she is butchering.  The cat could probably sing better.

Yep.  That's all I've got.  I'm off to find my Peter, Paul, and Mary's Greatest Hits CD.

"Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea...."

YEEGADs, stop trying to sing, PLEASE!  Dylan didn't write that one.

If you've still got some ears left, go see what the others have Dylanized today.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Damn


What a silly topic. Maybe I should write about the Hoover Dam.

Maybe not.   Oh, beavers.  I'll write about beavers.

The animals, of course.  What were YOU thinking?

A picture tells a good story so I went searching for a damn, er, dam photo.  Then I remembered our hike to Beaver Dam Lake at Yellowstone.  There were no beavers (or bears!) and I didn't even photograph the remnants of a dam, damn it.  Then I saw this photo from Firehouse Falls:

Yeah, that's right.  There's a dam.   Hubby said those folks didn't have any darn damn sense.  That was a steep incline.  I hope they counted all the kiddos when they got back to their car.

For more hell and damnation, go to Nicky's place.

Friday, February 7, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Hint, Hint

Get a clue.


I was sure it was Mrs. Peacock with the lead pipe in the library.  It wasn't.  Evil Twin deliberately mislead me.  Now she wants to play Password.  There is no telling what kind of clues I'll be getting from her.  I don't think we will make a good pair.


I always liked $25,000 Pyramid.  Having to come up with those clues under the gun seemed a bit nerve-wrecking, though.


There were and are some crazy game shows out there.  Another one I remember watching was Hollywood Squares with the same boring celebs every time.  I'm pretty sure they had an almost empty bottle out of sight of the camera.


Hm...I see Evil Twin is dropping some hints about what she wants for Valentine's Day.  I'm having some trouble here.  What do you think she wants?

Click here to find participants with a clue.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Scatterbrained

A friend of mine now calls it "chemo" brain but when her kids were toddlers, it was "mommy" brain.  She's being treated for breast cancer and seems to be doing well.  What is my excuse for this brain fog, this cruel torture?  I'm going with middle-age.  I love the knowledge and experience of being older but dern it, I don't like this sudden head full of air.

It's the difficulty focusing and the inability to go directly to the car in a full parking lot.  I wish I could blame Evil Twin for moving the car around while I shopped.  A few years ago, I was sure I lost my car.   I was searching for it in the wrong parking garage.  Oops.

Has everyone seen the Super Bowl commercials?   I particularly liked the RadioShack commercial about the 80's wanting their store back.  Hee Hee.  Along those lines, the 80's called here.  They found my brain, scattered in pieces in the university overflow parking lot.

Finally, some answers.

I've heard there are brains over at Nicky's.  Don't tell the Zombies.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

28 Days of Writing - The Empty Bottle

It's such a hard life.  I am more than just a bottle you know.   I have purpose but I am trapped in this void of nothingness.  Glass ceilings have never been more real.

Daylight gives me hope as I can see the transparent world in action around me.  I love the sun shining through me.  It feels so warm and soothing.  I am a beautiful vessel.  The dark of night is brutal, though.  I yearn for the reflective power of just a bit of light.  It's exciting when someone has to turn on a light to get to the headache medicine during the night.  Ha!  Serves them right.  They shouldn't have emptied me so quickly and put me in this state.

I call out to them to release me.  They ignore me.  WAIT!  Something is happening.  I'm being approached.  Oh, oh, MY!  This is wonderful.   I have been turned upright.  Thank you so much.  I can live again.

Wait.  WHERE are you taking me?


Sheesh.  Talking bottles.  What next?  Thank goodness the recycle bin goes out tonight.

There are others out there bumping into things because of empty bottles.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

28 Days of Writing Challenge - When Hell Freezes Over

Hell HAS frozen over, folks.  The devil has replaced his pitchfork with a snow shovel and has taken up ice carving.  If you find yourself sentenced to the place down under, your punishment might be to carve the likeness of Justin Bieber's mug shot.....FOREVER. 

Since the "hot" place is now frozen, why I am not getting all those things I asked for and was told "When Hell freezes over?"

Mystery solved.  I've been lied to all my life.

Other lies:
  • Spring will be here soon.
  • This won't hurt a bit.
  • It won't leave a scar.
  • Try it, you'll like it.
  • "You have won..."
  • This way is shorter.
  • I know exactly where I am.
  • Your face will stick that way.

I just realized I say that last one to Evil Twin all the time.

Go directly to Hell and read the other frozen entries.

Monday, February 3, 2014

28 Days of Writing - Temporary Insanity

Well of course, it's this writing challenge.  What was I thinking?  I've got things to do, a life to live, cats to feed, and Evil Twins to soothe.  Wait.  I think I have just one Evil Twin, thank goodness!

My creative mind needs work, so I write.  A life needs balance after all.

It's just like when I signed up to run a marathon and then signed up again to do one the following year.   I lost my marbles and some cartilage along the way.   We runners are probably more than temporarily insane, though.  Yesterday, I  did an 11-mile run with sleet pellets bouncing off my sunglasses.  At least the temps were above freezing (barely). The sunglasses were to keep the pellets out of my eyes.  Snort.  Oh, and yes, there was/is plenty of snot.

I think the cats have the right idea:  train an insane human to feed you, fetch your toys, and to provide a warm lap for your bath and naps.  With pets, temporary insanity is the new permanence.

I hope you are enjoying this writing challenge as much as I am.  ***Bangs head against wall*** There are more crazies in the asylum.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

28 Days of Writing Challenge - It was no accident

I'm not sure how much I agree with the "everything happens for a reason" philosophy although I will admit that looking back I can see how some things fell into place.  Or is that just hindsight?  It's easy to find connections in an analysis of the past.  Is it like the folks that look back at things that someone said and make it fit as a prediction because it somewhat resembles something that actually happened?  Like looking back now and finding that someone predicted Hitler.

Whoa.  That sounded deep.

Maybe it's the Aliens.  According to some folks on TV, everything unexplained that happened a long time ago had to be the result of an alien visitation.

Following the clarity of the past, I can see roadblocks here and there, as can Hubby, and perhaps because of these roadblocks, we ended up working together and meeting.  Isn't it possible that we could have met even if those roadblocks did not happen?  Let's talk quantum physics.

Ok, let's not.  I'm already lost.

Evil Twin is a believer that is is no accident that she is here to guide me in life.  That's right.  The Aliens made sure of that.

For accidents waiting to happen this month, go directly to cheese.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

28 Days of Writing Challenge - Gouda

"Just be", said the Buddha.  Actually, I have no idea if he said that but I love that expression.  I say it to Cat and Evil Twin frequently but they must be deaf or brain-damaged as there is no change in their behavior.

This Buddha guy figured it out.  It was a struggle but he found enlightenment and peace and before his statue could blink, he had Groupies.  Even in current times, he has lots of followers, unlike Gouda, who only has a few followers, primarily a Canadian named Nicky who came up with this crazy writing challenge.  Poor Gouda (and Nicky) must feel so under-appreciated.  On the other hand, I bet I could down some wine with Gouda and be perfectly at peace.

Click here for more Gouda writing slices.

Peace out.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Polar Kitty


Hello?  Anyone home?  It's Oreo Kitty here, trying to light a fire under this blog.

"Oreo what are you doing?"

I'm blogging.  Somebody's gotta do it.  Reffie is too lazy and you are too evil, Evil Twin.

It's cold here....again.  I'm told the aliens opened a vortex and transported polar bears to Texas.

"Um, what?  Are you talking about this unusually cold weather we've had?"

Yeah, that.  Brrrrr-meow.  At least it's warm sleeping between the humans' legs. 

I saw a bunny the other day.  It was being bold in this cold.

"Oreo, you are confused again.  Reffie ran a race called Bold in the Cold.  It was a 15K. It really wasn't all that cold that day, though.  I hear she did well.  She left me at home that day.  Pffft.  As for that bunny, well, stew on that one awhile."

What?  Did you say stew pot?  I know that's what the humans have in mind when they pick me up.  They are evil and want to eat me.

"No, they don't want to eat you.  They've seen what you eat and have smelled your breath and farts. Oh, and when you think they are bowing to you, they are really gagging at the stench of your flatulence."

You are not being kind to me.  I'm going to pout and then eat a worm.  Wait.  I like worms.

Cats have such hard lives.

Stay warm out there.

"1.00s, 1.50s, 1.75s for the short arms. If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably old, too."

"Boomer brain fog: What was the last, middle, and first part of what you just said to me?"