Well, I've hosted and cooked the last seven, and they've been awesome. That's not me being all arrogant. That's people coming back every year, and for Christmas, and for Easter. So either my cooking is super awesome, or no one else wants to host.
So I can't really think of the worst Thanksgiving meal--my mom and Grandmother always made stellar meals, so it wasn't one of those. I even ate the Brussels Sprouts as a child. I also loved spinach and liver, so take however much stock you would like to in that last statement.
I imagine that the worst TG dinner I've had would have been any I've eaten in camp. Because really, when any meat hangs out in a steam tray for hours, it's pretty gross and dry.
Hmm.
This blog is a platform for my writing practice, and you are welcome to read it and to comment on it. There will be rants; there will be raves; there will be essays, and there will be fiction. And sometimes, there will be Verbal Diarrhea.
Wednesday 14 December 2016
Wednesday 7 December 2016
WWW: What can happen in a second.
Everything can happen in a second. Life. Death. Love and hate. You can win a race in a second. Or, by a second. You can win a race by a tenth, or even a one-hundredth of a second.
Everything can happen in a Blink of an Eye. And since you can probably blink a few times in a second, lots can happen in a Blink.
Take your eyes off the road for one second, maybe because you hate the song that's playing, or maybe because your kids are screaming at each other and you turn your head for just one instant, you Blink your eyes only once, to yell "Shut up!", and when you turn your head back around, you don't have your second left.
You can't react in a second. Your second is already used up. No more blinks. Just eyes wide open in fear, and that sickening feeling of sliding into nothing.
Okay, somebody's in a dark mood.
Next week's topic: The worst Thanksgiving dish you ever had.
Everything can happen in a Blink of an Eye. And since you can probably blink a few times in a second, lots can happen in a Blink.
Take your eyes off the road for one second, maybe because you hate the song that's playing, or maybe because your kids are screaming at each other and you turn your head for just one instant, you Blink your eyes only once, to yell "Shut up!", and when you turn your head back around, you don't have your second left.
You can't react in a second. Your second is already used up. No more blinks. Just eyes wide open in fear, and that sickening feeling of sliding into nothing.
Okay, somebody's in a dark mood.
Next week's topic: The worst Thanksgiving dish you ever had.
Monday 5 December 2016
Monday's Muse 2016-12-05. And Some Random Shtuff.
I have nothing snarky, today. Probably because for once I'm not tired, exhausted, fatigued, or bitchy. Yes, I need that much redundancy; it all applies equally and differently.
I was cleaning off my dresser yesterday because I thought that maybe it's a bit unfair to require my children to keep their rooms clean when mine is a disaster. I mean, washing, drying, and folding-ish my clothes is sometimes too much, never mind actually putting it away.
That, and my blouses were getting wrinkly. And, I couldn't find a pair of socks. I mean, sure, I could find 15 socks, but none of them actually matched. Although there were a couple days that I didn't care. Okay, more than a couple.
I digress.
I found a book called 642 Things to Write About by the San Francisco Writers' Grotto.
I bought it in either February 4th or April 2nd, 2015. The receipt's still in it. I think I've looked at it every now and then, and probably thought, "these might be good writing exercises." At least someone else would be coming up with the ideas.
All I seem to be able to think about lately is kid stuff, like laundry and lunches and getting out the door on time in the mornings and seriously if you don't stop wrecking your toys I'm going to give them all away and what sticky mess did you just touch me with?
Except for when I'm driving. I come up with some pretty cool writing ideas when I'm driving, but I can never remember what was making me laugh out loud all by myself in the car. Or, maybe I'm just crazy. Whichever.
So then I thought, since my usual Muse seems a bit busy lately, and even though I could go on and on and on and on and on about some of the really bad writing I've had thegag me pleasure of reading (BMBR's coming to a computer near you real soon. Or not. You've seen my track record!) lately, how about I use this book as my muse for a while?
642 things. One thing a week. That would only take - -no that can't be right - 12.35 years? 😅ðŸ˜
Oh. No. Not Monday's Muse.
Wednesday's Writers' Workshop.
Because I could go on and on and on and on about some of the "SRSLY" how the eff did you get published? crap out there. (And yes, seriously must be spelled this way in this instance.) So I don't want to get rid of Monday's Muse just yet.
Topic One, from Page One: What can happen in a second.
See you Wednesday!
I was cleaning off my dresser yesterday because I thought that maybe it's a bit unfair to require my children to keep their rooms clean when mine is a disaster. I mean, washing, drying, and folding-ish my clothes is sometimes too much, never mind actually putting it away.
That, and my blouses were getting wrinkly. And, I couldn't find a pair of socks. I mean, sure, I could find 15 socks, but none of them actually matched. Although there were a couple days that I didn't care. Okay, more than a couple.
I digress.
I found a book called 642 Things to Write About by the San Francisco Writers' Grotto.
I bought it in either February 4th or April 2nd, 2015. The receipt's still in it. I think I've looked at it every now and then, and probably thought, "these might be good writing exercises." At least someone else would be coming up with the ideas.
All I seem to be able to think about lately is kid stuff, like laundry and lunches and getting out the door on time in the mornings and seriously if you don't stop wrecking your toys I'm going to give them all away and what sticky mess did you just touch me with?
Except for when I'm driving. I come up with some pretty cool writing ideas when I'm driving, but I can never remember what was making me laugh out loud all by myself in the car. Or, maybe I'm just crazy. Whichever.
So then I thought, since my usual Muse seems a bit busy lately, and even though I could go on and on and on and on and on about some of the really bad writing I've had the
642 things. One thing a week. That would only take - -no that can't be right - 12.35 years? 😅ðŸ˜
Oh. No. Not Monday's Muse.
Wednesday's Writers' Workshop.
Because I could go on and on and on and on about some of the "SRSLY" how the eff did you get published? crap out there. (And yes, seriously must be spelled this way in this instance.) So I don't want to get rid of Monday's Muse just yet.
Topic One, from Page One: What can happen in a second.
See you Wednesday!
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