I took a break. Actually, the computer I had hooked to the internet broke. I wasn't knowledgeable enough to know the password for the wifi of my router was on the side of the router. As usual I am swamped with other things to do. It was nice to take a break.
Like all things when you step back, you make observations and decisions. With my blog, I've decided less is more.
I enjoy the trifecta writing challenges. Twice a week I will make a post to enter their challenges. By Tuesday of each week, I will post a piece of flash fiction for trifecta. Then by Saturday, I will write a 33 word response to their weekend challenge. By Thursday, I will make a personal post. It might be a movie review, book review or what's up with me.
I love the friends I am making with the blog. Lots of generous, upbeat people which I need in my life. You would think tapping on a computer would be isolating but for me it gives me a chance to get out and meet folks.
I've hooked up with twitter. I will never tweet much. Clever one liners are not that common. I never volunteered in classes because I always liked hearing what someone else thought. My twitter handle is @annbennett12 or http://twitter.com/annbennett12 . Note the 12. One day, I think I will look up and follow the other Ann Bennetts, my twitter clones. Unless one is a drag queen, he would be an original.
I have promised myself that I would not make political statements. Not that I don't have convictions. Its just that 1. I am not a political know it a - I still change my mind; 2. There is no one way to skin a cat; 3. Like someone who disagrees is going to change their mind - We all got our own point of view.
I have two other blogs that I plan to contribute on a weekly basis.
http://www.scienceladybug.blogspot.com/ is very active and I have only 40 posts and pages on it. It is designed for science teachers. My commitment is to post at least once a month if not weekly. Currently, I am putting together instructions for polyhedron activities. I don't get many comments but I do get a lot of "hits" and little spambots. I know teachers work hard.
http://www.5korbustyeah.blogspot.com is not very active and personal. I have fought the battle of the bulge for the past 30 years. I've made peace with the battle but it is an ongoing struggle. I sign up for three 5K's in the winter and early spring. Anyone who knows me, I hate the heat. Being a native Georgian, I appreciate the irony.
Anyway, this old butt is in training. Sign up for my races if you live nearby. I do recommend that you don't sign up for a 5k more than 50 miles away. A long journey starting at 3 or 4 am is not a way to go. I pack my breakfast, brew a pot of coffee, get dressed, feed my dogs and head out. I get up around 6 am for family duties so it is not as big a burden on the few 5K's I do.
The blog is more to motivate myself and hey if it helps someone else, wonderful, wonderful. The person I care the most about is someone young and beating themselves up about being overweight. I know they struggle with the problem and I hope they don't define themselves as overweight. People my age usually know there is much more to life than your appearance. Unfortunately time can be rough on all of us.
Well you know my plan. Take care, Ann
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Friday, October 25, 2013
Dang that Purple Sneast
Trifecta Writing Challenge - 33 word tale describing a beast that resides in unlikely places.
www.trifectawritingchallenge.com
This beast, the purple haired Sneast, is pretty sneaky. He comes around when your notepad or recorder isn't handy.
That purple haired Sneast
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This beast, the purple haired Sneast, is pretty sneaky. He comes around when your notepad or recorder isn't handy.
A thief of a beast,
That purple haired Sneast
Who steals my rhymes.
How do I forget that purple hair,
When random thoughts lurk.
As I do housework,
The beast, the Sneast, feasts,
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Phantom Pain
This story is in response to trifecta writing challenge 100.
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This is as close to magical thinking as I like to get.
The itch would center into a pinprick, sometimes it would spin. Bobby Mann could never scratch the leg was long gone in Vietnam.
Alice was a perfect housekeeper. In the lost quiet time from her passing, Bobby kept the house an immaculate shrine to her good taste. Bobby was glad to meet someone who wanted to listen to what he said.
The doorbell startled Bobby from sleep. Laying the half read paper neatly on the end table, Bobby used his crutches to get to the door. Looking through the peephole, two clean cut men stood. He recognized Joshua James with a bottle of window cleaner.
Opening the door, the smaller one grabbed him by the shoulders, Bobby realized what was going to happen so he dropped to the concrete slab porch and pretended to faint.
“Geez, I thought the old man would put up a fight.”
“Lets grab the goods.”
His left arm shield his head from the worst of the impact of a kick.. He briefly entertained the idea of getting up to run. He couldn't get up off the floor much less start now.
“Damn, this house is 1950s. The television ain't worth anything.”
“What a waste of time.” the shorter one walks to the doorway empty handed.
Joshua knocks Alice's porcelain birds to the ground. Bobby stifles a cough from the ammonia of the window cleaner spilled on the floor.
“You fool. You said he could recognize you.”
The shorter man leaves.
Dishes and glasses crash. Bobby imagines his phantom leg lifting to trip Joshua.
“Identify me old coot and I'll be back.”
Joshua takes a leap to stomp Bobby and slips on the ammonia. His head hits the hard concrete first.
The face of Bobby's buddy killed by the land mine that took Bobby's leg flashed in Joshua's face.
Bobby could feel a hard hit on the leg that was a phantom.
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This is as close to magical thinking as I like to get.
The itch would center into a pinprick, sometimes it would spin. Bobby Mann could never scratch the leg was long gone in Vietnam.
Alice was a perfect housekeeper. In the lost quiet time from her passing, Bobby kept the house an immaculate shrine to her good taste. Bobby was glad to meet someone who wanted to listen to what he said.
The doorbell startled Bobby from sleep. Laying the half read paper neatly on the end table, Bobby used his crutches to get to the door. Looking through the peephole, two clean cut men stood. He recognized Joshua James with a bottle of window cleaner.
Opening the door, the smaller one grabbed him by the shoulders, Bobby realized what was going to happen so he dropped to the concrete slab porch and pretended to faint.
“Geez, I thought the old man would put up a fight.”
“Lets grab the goods.”
His left arm shield his head from the worst of the impact of a kick.. He briefly entertained the idea of getting up to run. He couldn't get up off the floor much less start now.
“Damn, this house is 1950s. The television ain't worth anything.”
“What a waste of time.” the shorter one walks to the doorway empty handed.
Joshua knocks Alice's porcelain birds to the ground. Bobby stifles a cough from the ammonia of the window cleaner spilled on the floor.
“You fool. You said he could recognize you.”
The shorter man leaves.
Dishes and glasses crash. Bobby imagines his phantom leg lifting to trip Joshua.
“Identify me old coot and I'll be back.”
Joshua takes a leap to stomp Bobby and slips on the ammonia. His head hits the hard concrete first.
The face of Bobby's buddy killed by the land mine that took Bobby's leg flashed in Joshua's face.
Bobby could feel a hard hit on the leg that was a phantom.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Evening Song
Trifecta writing challenge
www.trifectawritingchallenge.com
Write 33 words about a personal fear. Each age has its own fear. I've been blessed to live as long as I have. My fear - not being able to take care of myself.
Leaves are brittle
Cooler winds blow
Tassels of sage grass glittering as they float in the sun
Wild daisy a fluff of seed.
Gloriies and drama
Lost in the quiet darkness of winter.
www.trifectawritingchallenge.com
Write 33 words about a personal fear. Each age has its own fear. I've been blessed to live as long as I have. My fear - not being able to take care of myself.
Leaves are brittle
Cooler winds blow
Tassels of sage grass glittering as they float in the sun
Wild daisy a fluff of seed.
Gloriies and drama
Lost in the quiet darkness of winter.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
No bananas
This is my 99 word submission to celebrate Trifecta's 99th writing challenge. I chose the word "Back".
This is the link to Trifecta - http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/
$256.73 was the deposit total. Alison slammed the register drawer and began to push the cart of return plants.
This is the link to Trifecta - http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/
$256.73 was the deposit total. Alison slammed the register drawer and began to push the cart of return plants.
A worn cigaret voice drifted from behind.
"You got ananner plants?"
"Not that I know".
Eloise Sasser's strong blue eye fixed on
Alison. Alison stopped walking away. The walleye seemed to know Allison
wanted her to leave.
"How do you spell 'anander'?"
"You can't spell ananner."
“No anander plants.”
The manager’s voice sings from the back, “Just
in time, Eloise, we close in five minutes and two banana trees are left.”
“I thought you said you hain’t got no ananners.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Sympathy for the Devil
"Sympathy for the Devil" by the Rolling Stones
Trifecta Writing Challenge - 33 words based on this song.
www.trifectawritingchallenge.com
Trifecta Writing Challenge - 33 words based on this song.
www.trifectawritingchallenge.com
Rhetoric
Loud and fast
On the media dial
Politicians cast
Spewing their bile
Enraging the Last
Man, woman, and child
Pausing to the chime
Of the donor’s dime
The Devil’s flag flies half-mast
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Daisy been doing some twerking
Now we have a delicate name for a delicate dog hunching the other dog. We tell them to stop twerking. Daisy has such a gentle little face and weighs 6 1/2 pounds. She also twerks her sister Buttons whenever she can. Who knew she was a trendsetter.
Miley Cyrus has the same manager as Brittney Spears. Let's all do the math.
Why the shock to the awful grind? Could it be her Southern roots? Afterall, you're a lady or a tramp. no in between. Could it be the skinny little body which is reminiscent of a teenager's body.
Could it be Cyrus is not being who she really is?
She would be part of the majority at this point. I never really bought into actors being typecast. It's more like they had 15 minutes of fame and didn't recognise it.
Some entertainers have lifelong careers. They also have the bankroll to finance projects in which they star. They study their craft so they can believably play more roles. Then promote the venture. Have you ever noticed the more they advertise a movie, the more likely it is a yawner.
One thing I like about is Joan Rivers is her honesty. When asked how she chose projects? She said she took whatever came up that was available. She seized opportunity.
Twerk and twerp sound very similar. We all need to think before we twerk. Being a lifelong nerd, I know from experience.
Miley Cyrus has the same manager as Brittney Spears. Let's all do the math.
Why the shock to the awful grind? Could it be her Southern roots? Afterall, you're a lady or a tramp. no in between. Could it be the skinny little body which is reminiscent of a teenager's body.
Could it be Cyrus is not being who she really is?
She would be part of the majority at this point. I never really bought into actors being typecast. It's more like they had 15 minutes of fame and didn't recognise it.
Some entertainers have lifelong careers. They also have the bankroll to finance projects in which they star. They study their craft so they can believably play more roles. Then promote the venture. Have you ever noticed the more they advertise a movie, the more likely it is a yawner.
One thing I like about is Joan Rivers is her honesty. When asked how she chose projects? She said she took whatever came up that was available. She seized opportunity.
Twerk and twerp sound very similar. We all need to think before we twerk. Being a lifelong nerd, I know from experience.
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