Monday, July 25, 2016

Sunday Scribblings - July 24, 2016

This week's prompt: toenails

What makes me smile?
My brightly painted toenails
always do the trick.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

five minute friday - July 22, 2016



I walked in the door carrying with me not only my bags but the weight of the day on my shoulders. The tension was pinpointed in between my shoulder blades. I dropped my bags, kicked off my shoes and sat down on the couch. I just wanted to close my eyes and just sit in the cool darkness in my living room. It quickly became clear that sitting down was not going to be an option.

"Do you think you're helping?"

She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and I just melted. I gathered her up in my arms and just snuggled her to my chest. The stress of the day melting and a sense of calm came over me. Lola looked up at me and wiggled out of my hold. She sat next to me her eyes begging me to get up. 

"Okay fine, you win. We'll go for a walk. Go get your leash."  

A walk was just what I needed to walk off the remainder of my day. What a smart dog I have!

*My Lola would rather cuddle and nap, I wish she would pester me for a walk instead of just treats, but that's life with a pug!

Friday, July 22, 2016

3 Wood Wednesday - 7/20/2016


Fatal, Gaping, Harmonious

I'm not telling how much of this is true and how much of this I made up to fit this prompt!

I can’t remember when I fell in love with blacksmiths, but they have been my secret obsession for years. It probably started at one of those living history sites, the smithy shop has always been a favorite stop when walking around the town. There was something magical about the elemental way they can reshape metal. As a teen I’m sure it became more about staring and trying not to gape at the blacksmiths themselves. Even today, I find myself drawn to these demonstrations. Watching as they pull the metal out of the fire, shape it on the anvil and then cool it in the water. I have quite the collection of pieces created by this technique.
The pieces are scattered around my apartment as to not draw attention to the collection. The same can be said of my collection of books featuring a blacksmith. I started by picking up nearly every book I could with blacksmith in the title. Warning, just because it’s in the title doesn’t mean that’s what the story will be about (sometimes there is nothing going on in a smithy). I have such a wide collection of books it’s hard to notice if the ones on a certain shelf or two are collected together for a discernible reason. Recently I’ve noticed that it’s becoming a little hard to hide my obsession. Take my selection for my final performance piece. I chose a piano piece titled The Harmonious Blacksmith. When asked by my professors why, I made something about the style of the piece and the way it translates from the harpsichord to the piano. I’m not completely sure they bought it, but I passed anyway and now I know about this wonderfully titled piece of music. I even have my wedding planned out and it involves a blacksmiths. Well a blacksmith’s anvil but details aren’t really important. My plan is to get married in Gretna Green, Scotland. See in the Regency Period it was really difficult to get married so to elope couples would take a long trip north to Scotland where marriage laws weren’t too strict. The first town across the border was Gretna Green and the blacksmith could perform your ceremony. So how amazing will it be to get married in the old blacksmith’s shop in front of the anvil? It will be amazing! There is just one flaw in this plan, first I’d need to get engaged. So I’d need to get a boyfriend. I probably have to change my standards because some hot blacksmith looking guy isn’t going to just walk into my life. I don’t even live near a living history location and it’s not like blacksmiths are just walking around major cities. Well maybe they are, I mean there are horses on the police force. Well, that’s not important, what’s important is that I find someone who makes me happy and if they also happen to be able to make metal bend to their will so much the better.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Three Word Wednesday - July 13, 2016


carefree, deadpan, ear-splitting

Maya and her boyfriend were sitting at a table outside of a little cafĂ© enjoying their Saturday routine of coffee, scone and free Wi-Fi when an ear-splitting scream disturbed the peacefulness of the morning.  Glancing in the direction of the scream, Maya could see a group of teens in the park across the street all running towards the girl, phones drawn and at the ready to catch whatever it was that the girl was so excited about and soon they each were just as excited. Quickly they were off to hunt the next creature to capture.

“Wonder what they caught?”

“You could go over and find out.”

“And ruin the image of a grown adult who is sitting here reading the New York Times on an iPad?”

“Like you haven’t been playing on your phone the whole time we’ve been sitting here?”

“Fine.” In as casual as possibly Maya got up and walked across the street. She was just a carefree woman walking into a park looking at her phone, nothing more, nothing less. That was until she saw what they had all gotten excited about and let out a little whoop!

She quickly composed herself and walked back to the table.

“So something good?”


She looked up at him and in a deadpan manner shrugged and said, “It was decent.”

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Three Word Wednesday - July 6, 2016


Wasteful, Addicted, Bruise


Ode to an Avocado

Oh, avocado!
How I love thee (I’m sorry I didn’t love you sooner)
The smooshie goodness that is beneath your skin
The tears that form when I cut you open and;
notice the bruises from those people who squeezed you too hard.  

Oh, avocado!
It’s so wasteful when I have to scoop around brown bits
I feel sad that you were not able to be fully enjoyed
That sadness is washed away once I start to mash you
Oh how creamy and yummy you look

Oh, avocado!
You taste amazing when I start to turn you;
into something amazing like guacamole
You’re an addiction I don’t want to fight
I just want another avocado!