Melli’s Alphabet Photo Challenge

Melli, our hostess with the mostest, presents:


Week Seven: M & N


An M, on the mountainside above Honolulu.


A closer look.  I started to turn it so you could view the M right side up, but the sky on the right and the horizontal buildings were just too hard on the brain.


There’s an N, right there on the side of the drum.  See it?


An M, and an N and a W!  Jackpot!  But mostly an N.

If you enjoyed this alphabetical vingette, please be sure to visit Melli and click on her links to see who else is playing.  And if you REALLY enjoyed it, grab a camera and play along.  It’s never too late to start.  Next week’s letters are O and P.

Time For a Change

The Goal

The first Monday of a new month, the promise of Spring in the air, the thought that summer is coming — and a lot of nagging from a friend — lead me to pick March 2nd as the first day of a New Me.  I made a plan, set a realistic, attainable goal (two pounds per week), and decided to eat more sensibly and exercise more.

The Exercise

At work, twice daily if the workload permits, colleagues quietly gather in the conference room, close the door, and toss a Walk-Fit tape into the VCR.  Then we turn on the presentation screen and “walk” a mile (making the day’s total two miles).  Each of us marches in her own little section of space beside the conference table.  We “walk”, we talk and we giggle.

When I joined the group, I increased its number to four.  Two weeks later — yesterday — nine people arrived for the 3:00 p.m. exercise session.  I’m thinking that if our group continues growing, we’re going to have to ask the boss to take that dang big table out of the middle of our gymnasium!

The Diet

I went to work yesterday and one of my colleagues greeted me at my desk with a SLAB of homemade New York Cheese Cake covered in fresh strawberries and REAL whipped cream.  She said, “I made it myself.”

I looked at the luscious dessert.  I looked at her.  I looked again at the luscious dessert — fresh strawberries and real whipped cream — and I said,  “I thought we were eating sensibly and exercising more?”

She said, “Yes.  I’ll see you in exercise class.”

So, my first meal on my, New Me, campaign was a hefty slice of cheese cake smothered in strawberries and whipped cream.  You know, I just might be able to stick to this diet ……

Punny Monday #9

What verb (action word) does this photo represent? EMAIL your answers and leave a comment designed to either help or confuse your fellow game players.

The first contestant to EMAIL me the right answer wins a featured link in my blog which will display until next Monday when we’ll play this little game again. Enjoy.

PLEASE, do not write your guess in the comments. It spoils the game for the other players. Your guesses will be shared when the game ends.


What is it?


March 2nd, 2009, 7:25 a.m. — Mar — announce

Wacky Wild Guesses

March 2nd, 2009, 12:o6 a.m. — Jientje — measuring

March 2nd, 2009, 12:14 a.m. — Paco, for Alice — an ounce of prevention

March 2nd, 2009, 12:18 a.m. — Caryl — shotput, shotful, full shot, blounce, flounce, bounce

March 2nd, 2009, 12:21 a.m. — ArtsyGEL — milk shotting, milked, milking

March 2nd, 2009, 12:29 a.m. — Thom — Measure Up

March 2nd, 2009, 12:37 a.m. — Polona — Engage

March 2nd, 2009, 5:30 a.m. — Melli — Milky Way; Measure; Flounce

Overheard While Passing

I spent yesterday cleaning the condo. I worked alone with the windows and doors open, and once again enjoyed the sounds of a child-populated neighborhood.

Two brothers returning from the basketball court:

Little: “Pleeeeze! I promised!”
Big: “Nope. I’m like God. I don’t care what you promise. I want to see what you DO.”

While wrestling a huge box of garbage from the condo to the dumpster, a group of children — two girls, three boys — came around the corner of the building. I heard gasping and giggling so I pause to look down. They were all looking up at me. I briefly wished they were my students and I could ask for help.

One of the boys said, “Oh, oh. I know that look! Let’s get out of here.”
As they turn to flea a girl answered, “Yeah. Before she makes us work!”

Mother and son at Wal-Mart:

Son: “I want …” and he rattles off a whole list of things.
Mother: “If we get all that we won’t be able to live in our house.”
Son: “But I want to live in our house!”
Mother: “Good.”
Son: “But what can I have?”
Mother: “Fifteen minutes to be quiet and let me think!”

You might consider this next conversation odd, but remember, this is an island and it is surrounded by water and that which lives in it. Two of the favorite foods in Hawaii are fish and seaweed — both of which come in a surprising number of varieties.

Teenage daughter: “But I want fish for dinner.”
Mother: “Daddy didn’t catch any fish. We don’t buy what the Lord usually gives us for free.”
The daughter, with that look of disdain upon her face which only teenage girls can achieve, reached both hands into the cart, then pulled them out holding bottles of water.
Mother [heavy sigh]: “What kind of fish?”

And I’ll Huff and I’ll Puff and I’ll —

— make certain you have no internet at all.

We expect we’ll land in Kansas any time now.  We’re in the midst of a major wind storm.  It has made the internet erratic and undependable at best.  There is a high wind advisory in effect and isn’t scheduled to be lifted until 6 p.m. tomorrow evening.

The wind is wet and chilly.  Hawaii has had record lows this winter.   Even OC put on his wind breaker today when he went out to catch the bus.  One day of cycling into 50 mile an hour winds was enough exercise for him for the week.

So, I don’t know when this will post — the net blinks on and off like Christmas lights — or when I’ll get to be back on line without great frustration and cussing.  I’m trying to get everyone visited but it’s slow going!

Three Word Thursday #3

Welcome to Three Word Thursday #3. This week, joining the quondam word-list, we have opprobrious, quondom, & casuistry. We also have a whole list of perspicacious writers.  If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment than click on the names of the other players and go see how they used the words.  You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.

The Price of Silence

Herman Tinker and Roddy Stonehauser stood in front of Mr. Sturn’s desk studying their shoes as Mrs. Strictland listed their opprobrious sins for not only the principal, but their parents as well.  “Your sons are not known for making perspicacious decisions,” she said. “But the fracas they started this time was so foolish that even they couldn’t come up with any casuistry explanations for their volgivagant behavior!”  She pointed at the boys.  “Just ask them!”

The boys stood side-by-side with their eyes fixed upon their shoes.

Mrs. Tinker responded, “My isangelous Hermie surely couldn’t have done anything naughty.  It just isn’t like him.”

Mrs. Strictland raised her eyebrows and stared at Mrs. Tinker, clearly questioning the woman’s intelligence.

Mr. Stonehauser said, “Neither your innuendo about my son nor your cynicocratical glare frighten me, Mrs. Strictland.  Kindly tell me, what is my son accused of?”

“They started a fight in the cafeteria.  A half-a-dozen kids ended up in a brawl and one had to be sent to the hospital.”  It was, Mr. Sturn, the Principal who answered.

Mr. Stonehauser turned to his son, “Roddy, tell me what happened on the playground.”

Roddy looked out of the corner of his eyes toward Herman.  Herman looked out of the corner of his eyes toward Roddy.  Neither boy spoke.

Mrs. Strictland reached into the side pocket of her blue blazer.  “They had about 6 of these,” she said, and opened her hand to reveal a small octagon-shaped, corroded and tarnished coin.  “I don’t know what they really are, but the boys told the some wild tale about them being fairy treasure.  They said the coins gave magic wishes, but only if you find them, not if they were given to you.  Then they yelled, “So look for them!” And tossed the coins across the cafeteria.”

“But –” Mrs. Tinker looked quite flustered.  “Those coins are from my ex-, uh,” she looked at Herman and flinched, “-quondam husband’s numismatics collection. They’ve been in his family for years.  I don’t understand how you came by them.”

“Perhaps you should ask Herman how he came by them?”  The principal suggested.

Mrs. Tinker turned to her son.  “Tell me you didn’t take your father’s coins?”  Her voice waivered.  It was apparent she already knew the answer.

Herman stared at his mother.  His eyes were sad.  His chin quivered a bit.  He looked as though he wanted to speak, but he did not.

“That’s enough of this nonsense!”  Mrs. Stictland snapped.  “Honestly, they are refusing to speak just to goad me.  When I picked up this coin off the floor and the two of them started yammering at me about making wishes, and fairy gold, and magic.  It was all utterly ridiculous and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.  Finally I told them that if I really had a wish, I’d wish them to be quiet for the next 30 years!”

Herman and Roddy looked at each other sadly.

Mrs. Tinker made a funny gurgling noise and fainted.


Perspicacious players:

Three Word Thursday #4:

Every Thursday I will give you three new words.  You have until the following Thursday to compose a story using all three of the words.  Then, on that following Thursday, post your story.  After you post, come by here and sign in in the comments.  Then, just like up above, I will put your links up for all to visit.

The Week Four words will be: apanthropinization; paucity & zither

Got it?  Good!  In that case:  Your story is due on:  March 5th, 2009

Author disclaimer:  No actual numismatics, fairy or otherwise, were injured in the writing of this post.

Melli’s Alphabet Photo Challenge

Melli, our hostess with the mostest, presents:


Week Six: K & L

Thom stood right in our driveway and agreed this was a “K” — after OC told him to!

“L” of course.  What else could it be?

See.  L.  Of course!

If you thought this was fun, you should go by Melli’s place and click on the links to see what the others are doing.  You’re also welcome to join right in.  Grab your camera and start hunting the next two letters.

The X-Files: Office Version 1.1

At work I am clearing out the 2008 files and getting them put away in some semblance of order, and I discover a file named:

Z – Miscellaneous.


I open it and find:

Xerox invoices.


Of course.


I am surprised my predecessor didn’t file everything under S


…. for stupid.


No post.  Move along.  Technical difficulties have left me very poor company anyway.

I posted yesterday, looked over the post, liked it and went about my business.  I came back a bit later and refreshed my blog and got this bit of alphabet soup.  In trying to get my sidebar back where it belongs I tried changing templates AND upgrading my blogging platform.  Neither helped.  In fact, that last one seemed to make it worse.

I am getting email asking me what I did.  I didn’t do a damn thing.  Perhaps you should ask DreamHost.

If anybody knows of a blog hosting service that is easy for a novice to use, speak up now because I am looking for a change.

UPDATE: In order to fix the problem I had to erase Punny Monday. There was something in that particular post causing the problem. I have since replaced the post, but the comments are gone forever. I am sorry. I treasure every single comment and mourn the loss of the ones that died here.

#8 — Punny Monday — 2009

What noun (thing) does this photo represent? EMAIL your answers and leave a comment designed to either help or confuse your fellow game players.

The first contestant to EMAIL me the right answer wins a featured link in my blog which will display until next Monday when we’ll play this little game again. Enjoy.

PLEASE, do not write your guess in the comments. It spoils the game for the other players. Your guesses will be shared when the game ends.


February 23rd, 2009, 2:26 a.m. — Betty — beltway

February 23rd, 2009, 3:32 a.m. — Melli — beltway

February 23rd, 2009, 4:26 a.m. — Barbara — beltway

February 23rd, 2009, 5:03 a.m. — Thom — beltway

February 23rd, 2009, 2:20 a.m. — Jane — beltway*

Runner’s Up

February 23rd, 2009, 5:08 a.m. — Jeff — Weight Belt

* We have two winners listed because, although Jane sent her’s in first, I didn’t receive it until after 9:00 a.m. because she sent it to the wrong mailbox!  I don’t check over there any more except once a month or so!