Friday, May 25, 2018

Swords To The Right -FF - May

Today’s post is the monthly Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday
of every month. Funny Friday is a collaborative project. Each month one of the participants
submits a picture, then we all write 5 captions or thoughts inspired by that month’s picture.
Links to the other bloggers’ posts are below, click on them and see what they’ve come up
with. I hope we bring a smile to your face as you start your weekend.

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Here’s today’s picture. It was submitted by Jules of The Bergham Chronicles. Featuring none
other than little GiGi.

1. Swords to the right, snowmen to the left, MOM grab a sword and help!

2. Unguard you scoundrel. Mom what is a scoundrel anyway?

3. Light saber fight? I'm ready!

4. Put up your sword and fight like a Jedi or die Mr Snowman.

5. Mom! Take my picture!! Would this make a good blog shot??

Click on the links below and let some other bloggers make you smile:
The Bergham Chronicles

Baking In A Tornado   

Southern Belle Charm  

Friday, May 11, 2018

Brunch at the cafe - UYW - MAY

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them. 

Let's be fancy and go have "brunch at the cafe" my buddy said. Sure why not, we had nothing else to do. So the five of us walked down to the corner cafe. It was very busy and thankfully one table left. Six chairs but one was broken which was no big deal since there was only five of us. I moved it aside. Then...
She sauntered in, looking as fine as a macaroon. Delicious, delicate but you could tell there were layers of mystery inside. Standing next to the fountain, she glanced around and only one chair was open, the broken chair. The thought hit me, ditch your buddies, no reason to be united with them on such a fine day. So I did just that. I walked over and said hi, offered her a tour of our lovely town under the night stars and crescent moon glow. She gave me a smile that would melt your Popsicle, reaching her delicate hand to caress my cheek. "Aww aren't you sweet." as her eyes lit up. I thought this is the one. Then he was there, standing next to her, the heat of their bodies standing so close was like opening a red hot furnace. I slowly backed away and went back to my buddies.
My buddy punched me in the arm just as I lifted my cherry cream soda making me slosh some on my sleeve. "HEY MAN look what you did!" He pointed. I turned and there she stood. She leaned down and ever so slowly whispered in my ear "this should make them green with envy" and she kissed my cheek, slowly, seductively. She stood, caressed my chin and said "see ya around lover boy" and off they went.
My heart was racing, they were slapping my back, atta boy! and cheers all around. Reaching up to touch the spot her lips had pressed against I felt like the luckiest man alive.
WOW what a doll!

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado            
On the Border                     
The Bergham Chronicles               
Southern Belle Charm               
The Blogging 911                    
Part-Time Working Hockey Mom  
My Brand of Crazy                 

Your words are:
Macaron ~ fountain ~ broken chair ~ united ~ ditch ~ crescent
It was submitted by:             

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Ode to My Sock

Welcome and happy May 9th. Today a few of us are sharing our take on the theme "lost sock memorial day" in poetry form. Who came up with this memorial? I'm thinking a mom with several kids who never have matching socks. In her exasperation and possible venting, she spoke to the right person and Viola! Lost Sock Memorial Day was born.

Ode To My Sock

Opening the drawer
I see no more
Where have the socks gone 
In the hamper?
In the trash?
Maybe between the washer and wall
I can't find them all
Searching high
searching low
did wings grow
did they take flight
Once more to the dryer
nothing but lint
back to the dresser
finding not one hint
purse in hand
to the store I go
to buy one more pack
or should I lack
forget socks
forget shoes
bare feet it is

Poem 2
Where are my socks he said
look in the drawer
Do you think I'm a bore
Of course I looked in the drawer
 to the dryer
look insider her
nothing but lint
not even a hint
Where did they go
did someone hide them
but who
are they in my shoe
not in the shoe
not in the basket
not in the drawer
what ever will I do
wait for part 2...

Be sure to stop by the other participants links:
Karen at Baking In A Tornado
Diane at On The Border

Friday, May 4, 2018

Cat Burglar SS - May

Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week 10 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts. 

Sit down and let me tell you the story of the cat burglar. Back in 1989 my husband, then boyfriend, was deployed to Iraq and for the first time I was alone in our home for what felt like eternity.
I did have Max. My orange tabby. He was my buddy, my snuggle kitty and companion.
I was in bed one night and kept hearing a noise outside. Concerned because there had been issues in our neighborhood with break-ins.
Finally dozing off, tossing and turning, I hear something in my hallway. I'll admit, I'm a little freaked out. Laying there trying to decide what to do. Okay this is long before cell phones or cordless phones. I did have a baseball bat near my bed.
Staying very still, listening and watching for any movement. Then it happens...the toilet flushes. I'm like OMG this jerk has broken in and now is using my bathroom?!?!
Ever so slowly I scooted to the edge of the bed, reached for my Louisville Slugger and rolled on to the floor. Low crawling toward the door, I froze, the toilet flushed again. Dear lord what was he doing in there?
Inching toward the hallway, listening and trying not to breath. I make it to the door, ever so quietly I stand up. Bat in hand, ready to swing, stepping into the hall and making my way to the bathroom door. I see it is standing wide open, gee guess he's not a shy burglar.
Simultaneously I jump in the door way, flip on the light and scream. Don't ask me why I screamed I guess I thought it would scare the burglar into submission.
And then, the toilet flushed.
There, sitting on the seat, entertaining himself with the swirling water...was Max. My cat was flushing my toilet at 3 a.m.
Relief flooded me and then I was mad. This dad gum cat had woken me up at 3 a.m. all because he was entertaining himself watching the water swirl in the bowl.
Then the laughter hit. I must have laughed for an hour. I said to myself, I can't wait for him to call and tell him all about the "cat burglar".

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

Baking In A Tornado                  
The Lieber Family Blog              
The Bergham Chronicles               
Southern Belle Charm                 
 The Blogging 911                   
Never Ever Give Up Hope           
Cognitive Script                        
Part-Time Working Hockey Mom  
My Brand of Crazy                    

Your “Secret Subject” is:
Tell a funny story (true or made up) about your pet (or a pet you wish you had).
It was submitted by:         Cat