Jim Morrison said it best. “This is the end, my only friend, the end.”
Jim Morrison said it best. “This is the end, my only friend, the end.”
The month ends today.
Payday, Friday, a good day
to have a cold beer.
Brought to you by LouCeeL: Haiku Friday!
I read a bit about Haiku today before I wrote this and while mine isn’t traditional in the sense of topic or theme (it’s usually Nature) it does hold true to the 5,7,5 format of the teikei or “fixed form” Haiku and I find it quite fitting.
It came to me suddenly as I realized I still have 4 hours to be in the office before my weekend actually starts AND that while yes today is payday I’ve likely already spent most of it on bills. Good time to drink indeed! I shall raise a glass or bottle to toast tonight, and I shall think of you all! Just kidding, I’ll probably forget by then. Just kidding, I’ll never forget! Wait, what was I talking about?
The coupe sped down the mountain road, a sleek blur of silver flowing through the curves and around bends like mercury poured from a vial. The crisp, high altitude bore a tinge of burnt rubber as the tires alternatively gripped and spun across the tarmac.
As lightly as the driver’s skilled hands floated over the steering wheel, his passenger’s blood-red fingernails were digging fiercely into the soft, supple leather of her seat as they careened along the miles. Her face though, belied any fear or discomfort for she was grinning ear to ear. The top was down, of course, and the tinkling, magical sound of her laughter borne away by the rushing wind seemed to cling to her long tresses whipping out behind her as they drove.
The throaty growl of the car’s engine was punctuated by a whine as he down-shifted around another corner and then accelerated again headlong down a long, flat, straightway. Next to him, her eyes widened as she spied the yellow and black warning signs shooting by, first one, then another, and a then a third. Each sign bore a dire message indicating an impending danger further down the road:
Approaching the turn, with a view that stretched out over the cliff to the farthest horizon, he expertly braked, shifted, spun the steering wheel, and the little coupe fish-tailed through it as if in slow motion. She braced herself with her arms against the dash, elbows locked. The rear bumper slid along mere inches from the steel guard rail. Back tires threw up a shower of rocks and dirt cascading over the cliff. The azure blue of sky pitched first one way then snapped back while the tires once again gained purchase and they flew out of the turn as if from a slingshot.
She realized she’d been screaming and brought a hand quickly up to cover her mouth, looking sheepishly at the driver as they continued racing down the mountain. It was his turn to laugh, the sun glinting off the gold frame of his Aviators. Neither of them spoke for the roaring wind snatched all their words away until finally, impossibly, they reached the bottom and, she thought guiltily, the Heaven-sent flatlands once again.
He pulled the car over onto the shoulder in a cloud of dust and shifted into Park. The engine idled, its calm and quiet almost loud in the silence. Orange wild flowers stretched into the distance as far as they could see on either side of the highway. She bent to retrieve her barrette from the floor and pulled her hair back into the bun atop her head. The bobby pin back in place, she sighed contentedly.
“That, was incredible.”
This was a fun prompt from the brilliant minds at Write on Edge. Can you guess which item “I Spy” from their image below?
My 9 year old daughter is a Minecraft junkie. Do you know this game? It’s this crazy world building, sort of architecture, creation, maybe role playing type game and while I’ve been a gamer in my time, I honestly am clueless when it comes to Minecraft, yet my NINE year old daughter plays it for hours on end, her fingers flying across the keyboard, and she builds some crazy cool stuff. I’m always amazed and she loves showing it off to me when she’s done. Much of the time she’s online she’s chatting with friends from school who are also playing. One of her good friends has brothers who play and I believe her dad even set up a server so the kids could all play together. It’s wild.
If you’re familiar with Minecraft then you know how addictive it can be, and it’s not just playing the game. The characters and pixelated items and images from the game are everywhere now. I’ve recently found some pretty cool gift ideas for my daughter that are Minecraft themed, many featured last week on Digital Mom Blog. I’m thinking Santa may get her a few stocking stuffers of the Minecraft variety this year. But even I think thy’re cool looking, and I can’t play the game to save my life, lol. Look, I used to play World of Warcraft for hours at a time, and this game totally escapes me, I’m not sure why.
Here’s a couple of cool things I’ve seen that even Dad might like to have, and would wear/wield/use proudly in support of my daughter’s habit:
Those are just a few items, there’s thousands more out there. It’s a phenomenon. I guess. Maybe I’m just not cool anymore but oh well. I think she’d like the iPod Touch Creeper case, or maybe the Creeper face mouse pad. At any rate, I suppose as in to computers as I am, it’s kind of neat she’s an enthusiast too, although seeing the addiction from the outside, it IS a little scary sometimes, lol.
Do you or your kids play?
What follows is my response to Lance Burson’s 100 Word Song challenge this week: Jimi Hendrix’s “Are You Experienced?”
Lightning flashed beyond the dirt caked windows one final time. A peal of thunder rolled away as a boulder down a distant slope and then, silence. Kurt shuddered, sitting on the cold, tile floor, his arms around his knees, as a warmth began spreading through his shoulders into his chest, his heart, his mind.
“It really will be alright now, I promise,” a soft voice whispered nearby. In Kurt’s ears it sounded like bells. “You have experienced a terrible, awful nightmare, but that’s all it was, a dream.”
Kurt opened his eyes to the bright, golden light flooding the room.
The inspiration for this post was alpacas having sex. Or maybe they were llamas. Regardless, enjoy this picture of an alpaca and let that sink in a moment.
Okay, while I’m not really here to talk about the alpacas (or llamas) getting to know each other in the Biblical sense, I will say that it was a very unexpected sight and definitely one of those things that simply cannot be unseen. I’m unsure if my 9 year old daughter saw it, or if she did whether she understood what was happening or not. I was uncomfortable and I’m SO not ready to go there yet. Anyway, what I DO want to mention was that I saw this as I was driving to my aunt & uncle’s farm to have (my second) Thanksgiving dinner last week. “Next door” to their farm is a place called The Where Pigs Fly Camp.
I think this is kind of cool because my aunt & uncle know the woman, Cindy, who runs the camp. I don’t know her and haven’t met her but it’s just a neat idea for a place and I think it’s cool my family knows her. Shut up, it is. the Camp has been set up as a place that disadvantaged children can come and get the (free) experience of camping, being on a farm, being around various animals (they have a TON of different animals there!) and how to take care of them. You can read about the Camp’s mission on their web page, which you should definitely visit.
Here is a list of some of the animals at The Where Pigs Fly Camp:
and that’s not all of them! You can Sponsor an animal, helping to provide for it’s care, and they’re always looking for Volunteers. The Camp relies heavily, as I understand it, on donations and support from families individuals, and corporate sponsor-ships. Think you’d like to help? You can find Cindy’s contact information on their website, The Where Pigs Fly Camp. They’ve located in Owensville, Missouri, about 70 miles west of St. Louis and about 50 miles east of Jefferson City. Check them out! You can tell them The Stroupe’s nephew pointed you in their direction, but it’s not necessary. I’m not getting paid for this endorsement, I just thought it was a super cool idea and wanted to share.
This post was inspired by this week’s prompts at Studio30+ I haven’t done much running this year, though I typically do close to an hour on the elliptical trainer on my gym days. I listen to loud, fast music during those hours so there really isn’t much in the way of random thoughts going on in the ol’ noggin while I’m working out, but at any other given time, here’s a sampling:
This should’ve gone up last night but the game didn’t end til late and I was exhausted from driving over the river and through the woods to my aunt & uncle’s farm for a second turkey dinner with family. In keeping with the spirit of 30 posts in 30 days, there may be a second post tonight, we’ll see.
My alma mater, Kirkwood High School, won their first Missouri Class 5 Football Championship last night at the Edward Jones Dome here in St. Louis. It was a dominating performance and was very cool to be able to watch the game on TV. I played football briefly during my Freshman and Sophomore years in high school and I don’t remember the players being as good as they are now, and certainly the game wasn’t as complicated. Watching the coaches from both teams on the sidelines signalling in plays was quite entertaining.
Congratulations to the coaches and players for a great season, I’m proud to have gone to KHS and excited for their success.
Woke up from my food coma just in time to get this post up today. Here in the US we celebrated Thanksgiving today complete with the tradition of eating until we’re full up to our eyeballs. Don’t lie, you did it too.
The menu at my dad’s included:
A deep fried turkey: awesome crispy skin & so juicy, nice job Dad
Mashed potatoes & gravy
Roasted sweet potatoes: thank you for doing half w/o marshmallow, I don’t like marshmallow
Green bean casserole, a must have
2 kinds of dressing, my favorite part
Rolls, etc, and the only dim spot: canned cranberry jelly thing stuff, which was fine because it made my 9yo happy and I don’t eat that anyway.
So, dinner was a hit and I ate too much. Had both pumpkin pie AND really good pumpkin bread pudding, for dessert. It was rich, delicious, and had caramel pecan sauce, yum.
I’m very thankful for my family, and for the opportunity to do it all over again tomorrow with my mom’s side. If you’re reading and celebrated today (some of you may be Canadian) what was the highlight of your feast?
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