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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
| Gumballs are the bane of my existence. The jerk that built this subdivision many years ago planted free trees for the new homeowners, and you guessed it he planted gumball trees. Man probably has a hardy laugh from the grave each year watching people falling on the spiny pin-balls. Its like leaving an eternal banana peel behind. Not to mention, gumballs make yard clean up a gargantuan task. I am trying to convince my spouse that paying someone this year to do the dirty work is an option. We shall see! |
| Do you ever stop worrying about your kids? My oldest has large swollen lymph nodes, headaches and chills without fever. I been kicking his butt for a day and a half to see the doctor. Soon he will go and part of me is worried about what it is and the other is worried that he won't go. Motherhood is never finished. |
Been awhile since i got to enter the "Screams" contest and it was quite fun to dip my toes in again. Love the stories and the great people that are a part of this team. Eerie Tales work a different part of our brain, I think and often the imagination is allowed to stretch a bit farther. Give it a try for a change of pace with your writing. You will feel instantly welcome by these fine folks. Here is my latest effort take a read. Love the prompts!
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| We have a visiting cat and his name is Aethelstan,Stan for short. He belongs to my oldest son and visits for weeks at a time. I did not go seeking a feline companion for the large beasts that already reside here. At first it was absolute chaos watching the dogs chase him through the house. They were as afraid of him as he was of them. Stan was eager to defend himself if needed and very willing to plan surprise attacks from the hidden furniture caverns of my home. You haven't experienced true comedy if you haven't witnessed a 100 pound dog jump straight up in the air as the cat flies by and whacks him in the head as a good morning kiss. The cat is gone before the dog even knows what hit him. However, the cat's attacks are not limited to the canine population.As I pour my morning cup of coffee, the little minx likes to jump between my cup, my hand, and the pot ensuring that I am fully alert for the morning. Stan has a fishing-pole like device with a furry mouse on the end as one of his many toys. The cat carries the whole thing through the house looking for an eager participant for his playtime game. The dogs only have an interest in ripping apart the mouse on the end leaving us people to defend the feathery creature. This ends with us playing with the darn cat in corner and it is a 30 minute exercise of high jumps and leaps. The dogs often become jealous of the attention afforded the cat and toss their own toys into the mix. So life around here is never boring and it seems very quiet when the cat returns home. I have to plan my laundry excursions around when the cat is away otherwise it takes twice as long because he helps. Like i said, I didn't go looking for a cat but Stan makes things interesting. |
| Went and played Archery Dodge ball for the first time this week, Definitely an interesting adventure. It is played with arrows that have rubber stoppers on the point. You spend the hour shooting at the other members of your group. It can be painful when you get hit but for the most part it is not. Most of my effort was spent just getting the bow ready to shoot and hoping it went farther than 2 feet. It was very fun but I discovered that I am not an archery star. My boys were very good. But the biggest discovery is the pain at using muscles that have laid dormant through the years. My arms ached for days from stretching that darn bow. Would i do it again? Yes, it was filled with family fun and laughter. And for one short hour it felt like the days before we heard of life being quarantined. |
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