Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
In the early days of learning to express one's thoughts and feelings and develop them into story, remember the instructions the teacher always gave that made you want to fling your pencil in his/her general direction?
"Just keep writing - even if you only write "I can't think of anything to write", just write that down."
Okay, Mr. Warren/Ms. Moore/Mrs. Hastedt - et al - here's what I thought of:
"Sheddup, yous. You're not helping. In fact, you're increasing my teenage existential angst to the point of diagnosable anxiety. How's that for incorporating dialogue into my work?"
Actually, that's what I think to myself now when I can't think of anything to write. I was very sweet in high school and would never have said such things, even to myself. Mostly.
Now when I can't think of anything to write, the stakes are higher. Not because I'm being graded, but because my "pencil" is an over-priced whiz bang laptop that I cannot afford to replace after flinging it.
And who would I fling it at, myself?
Oh, well...tomorrow is another day.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Let it be known you're doing it on purpose, full on, dang the torpedoes.
Score high - or low - depending on the game.
And wear these pants.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I think they're getting ready to mutiny against you on all the girls chit chat.
I won't say who's trying to stir them up but I've seen it coming.
As you can see, I distorted the type in order to make it even more difficult for this fearless soul to be discovered, but he (or she) will be forever a hero in my mind (even if it's in my mind only).
Love you, man (and or woman)!
To the rest of you I say: Stand down! (& I love you all too! Even the mutineers.)
Oh and about that Cow every two weeks thing... well, see...*ahem* we've had a lot of rain this month and well *blush* he's been home more than usual. We even took a little trip on our own, tee hee hee. Which reminds me of a PSA that I've been meaning to share, if ever you take a weekend away with your love and while there decide to buy a bathing suit because you never thought to pack yours (you're not used to being free to hang out at the hot tub at 11 at night) don't make the mistake of thinking you can find a bathing suit that would be classified as anything but indecent after 9:00pm. And you should really encourage your hubby to, um... TRY HIS ON before purchasing. It's been years since he bought one and he's gone up a few sizes since then. Not that it matters that you look like you think you're 17, or that your husband has to leave his new swimsuit completely unzipped. No, it is now after ten and surely the pool area will be empty, right? WRONG! It will not be empty and you will wind up sharing a hot tub with and 80 year old man and his bride who are both in perfectly suitable swimming attire.
Just keep that in mind, y'all.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Click here: Drowning Doesn't Look Like Drowning
Love ya more than my travel bubble,
The Hunter and Gatherer Woman
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
For some people (not me), camping is a vacation... a home away from home, a chance to "rough it" and enjoy nature. But, for other people (me) camping is a yearly opportunity to gain a fresh appreciation for a comfy mattress, a/c, warm showers, large appliances, a toilet a few steps away from the bedroom, and a lot of other wonderful things in life.