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Saturday, November 27, 2010

Six Word Saturday's

Vacation is over! Back to reality!

Wow, these six words were designed for me this time!

Have been gone for two weeks in Florida and drove all the way through yesterday.  Long ride and I watched the little thermometer reading from the inside of the car drop from 85 to 33 yesterday.  Wearing shorts when I left and a quick change into sweat pants to continue the ride home.  Bummer.

Having to admit that I would have given up everything to stay in Florida and miss the winter up north, it was not possible.  Even asking the people we met there to kidnap me, I begged, had them almost convinced!

Oh I heard the usual -- "It gets so humid in the summer in Florida, you won't be able to stand it."  Uhmmmm... I would gladly change six months of winter, 54 inches of snow in one night and sub zero degree's for beads of sweat and spending tons on deodorant for three months.

How can it be that one day I am swimming in a pool, laying in the sun and the next I see my breath when I talk?

Enough of my rant.  I don't live in Florida and today I am pissed about it, sitting in front of my fireplace!


Friday, November 12, 2010

MagPie Tales

The Death of a Woman

It was one of many he had given her
This one, meant something more
She was going to be his, in every way.
Soon, it would be their wedding day.

She found it hard to believe
That her family had given her, to him
There were no feelings, no love
No bells ringing up above

Her hatred grew day to day
It would dishonor her family if she would refuse
They would earn money from the arrangement
Much had been given in their engagement

Sadly, she would not love this man
Be forced to do things she didn't want
Bare his children all in pain
All her crying would be in vain

She laid the necklace in the satin box
The symbol of a powerful man -
that owns a woman that cries her self to sleep
It will be many nights in her life, she will weep


Alphabet Thursday H - is for......?

I can't wait, already packed
Will miss all of you, but I have to go
Adventure is awaiting me
I'm going on Holiday, Happy as can be

Hoping I don't forget anything
I've packed just about everything
The time away will give another muse
My hands won't stay idle, I refuse

Notebooks, sketchpads, books all in a bag
We are all ready for our Holiday
Not telling where I am going
Taking pictures for my showing

I will miss all of you, and of course
In some ways my computer
But I have everything I need
Now to the word Gods, I plead

Perhaps, when I come home
refreshed, reborn, and rested
The things I put on paper, about my Holiday
Will be fresh, new things I will have to say


Leaving Sat Morning!   YEA!!!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Do you pay to play?Romantic Ideas Blog

A picture says a million words.
I've been a bad girl
But yet, I have been so good
If you could whisper to me, I am sure you would

Tell me lies, sweet little lies
I don't mind, some of them I've already heard
Don't ask me to say I love you
You already know, it wouldn't be true

You can have your fantasy
I promise to play along
Oh!  I forgot, just one thing
Don't forget the diamond ring

The apartment, the Lexus,
Vacation in the Bahama's
Cell phones, credit cards, not much to ask
A man who hides behind a mask


Three word Wednesday

Gesture, Immediate, Treasure -  Three word prompt this week

The elf gestured to me.   Perched upon a large, smooth stone, I sat.  Hand under my chin resting what seemed like  the weight of the world.

I gave no immediate response but watched him intently.  There were many rouges and magicians searching for a treasure.  Some had maps, others went on intuition.

Meeting this funny looking elf at the tavern in the City of Leeburogh, I wasn't sure if it was my luck or his good fortune to meet.

It seemed for hours we circled inside of the long, straw grass that grew in the field.  Many bore thorns and by now my leather sandals were scratched and my bare toes were bleeding,

He was dressed in a make- shift of rags and leather.  His pointed ears stuck through straggly strands of gray and mousy brown hair.  He had beady little eyes that  kept squinting, perhaps he needed something to make his sight better.  I thought to myself , if this rotund elf can't see, how will we find the treasure?

Pursing my lips, I watched him circle an area several times, and mumbling something under his breath.  I am sure he was talking some other language and it had something to do with me.  I gave a slight shrug and continued to let my eyes wander over his movements and kept a vigil of things around us.

I didn't bring my cleric books, too cumbersome to travel with and I felt odd, not holding them.  This strange elf, promised to help me find the treasure so many talked about.  It would help feed many poor people in our City.

Gnarly fingers up in the air and another gesture for me to come closer.  I slid from the  sandy rock, smoothed down my brown robes and moved over to where he was standing and staring.  With a very intense look in his almond shaped, brown eyes, he pointed to the earth below his feet and grunted  "Here!"

"You are sure?"  I asked with a monotone voice, no hint of excitement.  How could he just wander a thicket and suddenly think the treasure was buried there?

With a shrug of my shoulders I smoothed my robes in place and knelt at the spot.  With nothing but my fingers I began to try and dig through the very dry and packed dirt.  Struggling, and my nails ripping with each movement I began to dig deeper.  Somehow, I didn't think the strange little elf was correct.  But, I would have to know one way or another.

The little elf was not the most energetic and I looked up at him and grumbled, "Could you please help?  This is going to take some time with only my hands to dig.

He cocked on eyebrow and wrinkled his face even more than it was.  He nodded and knelt near me.  Both of us scratching at the earth.

Suddenly, my fingers rubbed against something smooth.  I began to push away the clumpy dirt and  the top of a brown box began to appear.   The crooked, bent up elf began to scrape the earth away from the box and we yanked it out.

We looked over it carefully, both our hands sharing a side of the hand - made, rickety box.  I murmured low to him. "There is no treasure in here.  I am sure of that."   The grumpy elf shook his head and with a deep and raspy tone he muttered.  :You'll see, it will be a fortune, enough for both of us and the City"

On the box was a lock, however it was loose from age and being buried so long.  I shook and tugged at  it and it practically crumbled in  my hand.

We were excited, fingers everywhere trying to open the box.  Finally it opened and all we could do was stare without blinking or saying a word.

I looked up at the elf and our eyes met, neither of us saying a word.

Finally the elf spoke with amazement.  "Who would bury a pair of sandals?"  I wanted to burst out with laughter and a little soft roar escaped my lips. The elf did not acknowledge my amusement.

He stood up abruptly and with an angered voice he said. "May your eyes turn to jam, I am going to put these sandals on and keep walking.  Surely they will take me to the treasure."

Standing up I told him I would not follow him and shook his hand and wished him well.  I returned to my City and years later heard talk that an elf had found the treasure and was living like a King,  Chuckling to myself I knew it was him.  Good Fortune had finally come his way.


Wednesday, November 10, 2010

ABC Wednesday - Q - is for Quill

How can we forget the first poets labor
By candlelight and pondering  right words
with a dip of his quill and set to parchment.
Words we still read and admire

Who would have thought these papers
Written in pen and ink would last all these years
Most  poets long gone but are so revered.
We read their books and dream to be one of them

For their work was not done for fame or fortune
They had the passion to write
Love of the art to paint pain, happiness and pictures
With parchment and a quill.

What would these poets think of what we have
And, imagine how different their poems might be
Or would they still prefer their way
dipping a quill in ink, by candlight


Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Haiku -

Wonders of the world
Are looking for us each day
Knocking at our door

Floating from the sky
Little fluffs of lacy pillows
Make a white blanket


Monday, November 8, 2010

Pot luck Monday -Buildings-Monuments- Bricks

Please have a voice for us.
We live in abandoned buildings
No food, no water, no love
Can you afford another mouth to feed?

We promise to be good
We'll even police your yard!
There are no warm blankets for us
Just the cold cement floor of this building

There are some of us who have suffered
at the hands of people who beat,
starved , even chained us
However, we survive

Take a moment to look into our eyes
Find us a home with children who like to play ball
Don't buy expensive pets
We promise to show you how loyal we are.

We plead through people like you
Who care, you are our voices
Look for us in your abandoned buildings or yards
We are looking for you.

There are many local shelters, or people who foster pets and promise to find them loving homes.   This is just one of them -Rescue
If you can, rescue your next pet...

Picture was given to me from Kelly at the Mutthutt


Sunday, November 7, 2010

Sunday Scribblings- Friction

What was that noise?
swish, swish, swish
I tried hard to listen
   swish, swish, swish
Finally it dawned on me
My panty hose and my chunky thighs
The friction between
   swish, swish ,swish
I threw all my panty hose away
Didn't want people to hear me
Before they saw me..


Saturday, November 6, 2010

Six Word Saturday's

My dogs slobbery kisses, are love


Word Prompt - Adventure

No one would think that going to McDonald' s was an adventure.  But in my house it was.  There were seven of us in the family and when my dad would say he would treat us to McDonald's we would all cringe. 

You ask why?

Let the adventures begin!

This was in the day when a town or city was LUCKY to have a McDonald's restaurant.  I recall the .25 cent hamburger and the .15 cent fries.  Neither were a huge portion for a bunch who liked to eat!
My dad would bellow..." OK Who is going to McDonald's"?  Meekly, one of us would answer and then off to get the grub.

Years ago, the restaurants were small and sometimes you even had to wait outside in line.  When it was your turn to order, we would try to whisper....."21 hamburgers and 13 fries"  How embarrassing!!!!!!!!!!   Then the guy who took your order would yell it back to the cooks  "21 burgers, 13 fries!"  Everyone standing in line would look at you like you were going to feed a herd of cows.  Usually, I would end up standing there a few inches smaller than when I came in.
Having four siblings, 2 brothers and 2 sisters we were constantly picking and playing jokes on one another.  My brother who was 13 months younger than me had hurt  my feelings a day before a McDonald's adventure.

He was a fanatic about his skin, if he would have one zit on his face he would panic and cover his whole face in calamine lotion.  Have you ever seen what calamine lotion looks like when dry?  It is as if he was staring in a horror flick and just  had his makeup put on.  Cracking, peeling , hanging.... Agh... ghastly!

So anyway, he asked me to ride with him to McDonald's and so, I kept praying to the pay back Gods that he would forget the lotion on his face.  They answered my prayers and I could hardly keep from losing a tonsil from laughing out loud.

Grabbed his keys and off we went.  This was at 5 pm and the place was jammed.  People standing outside and in line.   He turned to me and asked if I wanted to go in and calmly, with a straight face I declined.

I was waiting for the door to shut and then I started screaming, literally screaming in the car.  People were turning around and looking at him and then once he stepped into the restaurant, there were three lines of people and everyone was looking at him.  He was starting to feel self conscious and I could tell by his body language that he was wondering what was wrong?  Was his zipper down...?  I watched him glance down.  Now, I was laughing so hard, I was blinking away tears.
Finally, he comes to the car and I said, why was everyone staring at you?  He just answered he didn't know and I pointed to the mirror.  He glanced and then started beating me!  I was laughing too hard to even notice any pain!  All the way home he called me horrible names and punched me.

Oh!!!!!!!!!!!  Revenge was sweet.  Now I know a lot of you will think this was a horrible thing to do.  I don't know, even as an adult, I find some humor in it.  

To me, it was a payback for all the years I was at his mercy.  It felt good to finally be the one who was on top.  But, believe me, I had to watch out for him years after.  I knew he would find something good to pay me back.  And, of course he did.

So, my adventure, at least one of them was memories of going to McDonald's and the day calamine lotion screwed up my brothers day!


Thursday, November 4, 2010

Theme Thursday

The beach is a magical place
Once you step foot on it
You will never forget
the feeling of sand between your toes

Warmed by the  sun
Tiny grains cling to your skin
Only to be washed away
by another acrobatic wave


Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Three word Wednesday Abrubt- Kernel and Wield

Three word Wednesday

My brother was a pain
Never listened and hyper to the max.
Most kids love watermelon, corn on the cob and grapes.
For me, they were food to fear

He would spit the seeds from the watermelon
once , one stuck to my forehead.
I was afraid he would shoot my eye out with one
I always ducked.

Corn on the cob was just as dangerous
Spitting kernels at me and sometimes 
when he would bite down
the kernels would squirt

He would always go into a fit of laughter,
for me it was horror
For awhile I would pretend I didn't like the food
and excused myself from the table.

One day, we were eating corn
He didn't spit a kernel
Nor when he bit down on the cob it didn't squirt 
Why the abrupt stop?

Suddenly he started to wield the cob
High up in the air, screaming like a banshee
And then it happened
Smack!  right into my forehead

I had kernels and butter dripping all over my face
He went into a laughing fit
I cried, 
Vowing, the next time I would wage war


G- is for gnat

Gingerly, the gnat , sat
grieving over the death of his grandfather.
The gnat always had good fortune
But it seemed lately his  luck was gone

It happened on a grapefruit
Cut in half and shimmering like a gem
The gnats grandfather sat too long
A fly swatter ended his life

Only grazing the side of the grandfather gnat
He was grounded in the grapefruit and
Died of drowning, gorging himself with his last breath
The little gnat grimaced at the thought

Now, he thought to himself as he took flight
Globes of grapes in his sight
Ah grandfather was greedy
I am going to grip to the grapes.


Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Carry On Tuesday - Last Night I Dreamt

Carry On Tuesday

Deeply sleeping
Last night I dreamt
Of people long gone
And woke up weeping

The dream so real
We were laughing,
talking and smiling
I knew how I would feel

Why is it that we dream of the dead?
Afraid to let go, or just want to be close
They all seemed so happy
I promised, no tears would be shed

Last night I dreamt and lost time
Only to awake and feel melancholly
It's hard to understand why they go away
Last night I dreamt, the memories are mine

Monday, November 1, 2010

The morning dew drops
Leave little beads of crystal
Fancy as they dance
The sun, their demon