13 Minutes
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13 things that I can do in 13 minutes.
1. Drive to The Boy’s school.
2. Talk about the nature of openness and acceptance to The Boy
3. Watch The Boy receive and reply to ten text messages. Fastest thumbs in the west.
4. Listen to The Girl complain about The Boy complaining about the nature of openness and acceptance.
5. Watch the first half of Bleach on TV.
6. Come up with 100 more words for my NaNo book.
7. Come up with three titles for my NaNo book.
8. Discard all three titles and stick with the old one because none of them were any good anyway.
9. Visit half the people who have commented here.
10. Watch the computer get all jammed because I opened too many tabs at once, go get a bowl of cereal, read the mail, and try to figure out another 100 words while waiting for everything to pop up.
11. Make Ramon Soup.
12. Eat supper. Yes, that does include chewing.
13. Come up with an idea for a list of 13.
Yea Olde Construction Project
We have one of those construction projects going locally that never seems to change. According to the sign posted on the edges, there’s suppose to be a major hotel/shopping area going in, but all we ever see there are rocks.
Most likely it was one of those grand ideas that crashed and burned with financial upheaval. That or it’s a weird practical joke, because sometimes the rocks move.
Do you have any projects like that going on around you? Are yours as “pretty”?
Force of Habit
I have posted at least once a day every day for 1031 days. I thought maybe I’d take today off. Apparently it’s easier to simply post.
Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
It’s Aliiiiiive!
Jack: Huh. What’s with this couch?
Jack: Eeeek! Run away!
Today’s theme is alive
Previously in Jack and Jill: Banzai
The rules for Photohunt can be found here.
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Suzie’s House 188: Buying Books
He found me in the tables set up in front of the Eastside branch of the public library during one of their sporadic sales. Ben hopped off his skateboard, tucked it under one arm, and ambled up with his oh-so-serious curious puppy look.
“What are you doing?” He leaned over the table to see which books I’d pulled from the boxes set on the table. They were, of course, Romance novels. He wrinkled his nose and looked away.
FF55: Deadline
Hurry! Time is running out. Hurry, hurry.
First make dinner. Then clear the dishes. All the while have your mind on the problem. Boot the computer and surf to the site, get everything set up
because pretty soon G-man will be posting.
Gotta have something fast. If I’m too slow, I’ll have no chance at
Yahtzee!!!
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
13 from the Bucket List
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Adena from Food, Fun and Fotos posted a Thursday Thirteen last week that got me to thinking. It’s a bucket list. I’ve seen them before – lists of things you want to have done before you kick the bucket. This time I wondered, what should I put on my own bucket list?
1. Reach the top of Mount Everest. Think I could take a helicopter? I don’t want to climb it, I just want to be there.
2. Set foot on every continent in the world. I’ve got three down. Four to go.
3. Set foot in every state in the United States. I’ve got Two to go. I’d have gone there already, but Mr. Al has no interest.
4. Drive somewhere really, really fast. Ok, I’ve already done this a few times, but I’m thinking faster. Like Bonneville Salt Flats fast.
5. Ride a camel more than three feet. That picture taking session on the Great Wall? Doesn’t count.
6. Ride an elephant.
7. Ride in a hot air balloon.
8. Reach the NY Times best seller list.
9. Hit the USA Today best seller list.
10. Win a Rita award.
11. Win a Nebula.
12. Ride in the space shuttle
13. Finish and publish the Dunraven series.
Ok, I kind of veered off into impossible dreams, but I’ll still stand by it.
Mr. Al Goes Exploring
He started working on another historical series, but I talked him into writing for NaNo, and seriously doubt he will be providing me with any new posts just yet. So I asked him to let me have any more of the kind of pictures I’ve been posting over the last week. Instead, he gave me this:
Home
Inspired by Belinda’s 55 last week.
Home is opening the door
and walking into a mess;
Mr. Al’s newspapers piled and scattered, history books and potato chips,
The Boy’s skateboard right where I’ll trip over it,
The Girl’s entire shoe collection unavoidable as a toddler’s toys,
My quilt parts draped over table and chairs.
Panic! Better clean. Family will be coming to visit.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Hunting Season
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It’s hunting season around here. The other day my son’s best friend complained bitterly that he will be required to go out into the woods and kill things. He hates it, but he will do his best because that’s what is expected in his family.
My own grandfather was an avid hunter, but by my generation, it had fallen by the wayside. It’s given me a different perspective on things like deer. Yum.
Mostly, though, I wouldn’t even be aware of it anymore but for the camouflage clothing in the department stores.
Do you hunt or know any hunters? Do you think it’s a barbaric practice that should be irradiated, a useful past time, or irrelevant?
Rabbit Rabbit
No, no. I didn’t forget. How could you think such a thing?
Anyway, I wish you all rabbity good luck.
