Big Top Stage

Frizzy flaming hair and crimson globed noses present a visual cacophony that trips and cavorts into the ring. A bogus water pail trick elicits the audiences shrieking laughter. Circus; a big top stage.



This weekend’s Trifextra challenge we were given three words and asked to give back another thirty, making a grand total of thirty-three words. The words are:


Trifecta: Trifextra-Week 77

A Miraculous Journey

And Edward saw then that it was not a locket at all. It was a watch, a pocket watch.

It was his watch.

“Edward?” she said again, certain this time.

Yes, said Edward, yes, yes, yes.

It’s me.


TrifectaTrifecta’s Trifextra Week Fifty-Four Writing Challenge issued a challenge this weekend to “scour through your favorite pieces of literature and give us the best 33 words you can find.” Well this is quite a challenge, daunting in fact. I had to cheat a bit to get the 33 words. The crossed out words are those additional descriptive words that don’t take away the context of the quote. Without them, the quote is exactly 33 words.

The children’s book, “The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane” is an amazing story with adventure and an overall theme of persistence and fighting to get back to the ones you love. I love the story and there are so many great bits, but honestly, the end had me blubbering like an idiot and illustrate the reward for a truly miraculous journey.

Box Up Emotions

Shades of happy pink are abundantly splashed; purple jealously accepts next best. Angry and worn, white subdues black and navy’s careless invasion. Optimistic yellow’s smile shines brightly while gray mourns, ignored and avoided.



Linking this up with Trifextra Week 52 where they asked for a 33 word example of personification. I looked around the room and saw the box of crayons used by my granddaughters to happily and obsessively create drawings and color in coloring books. Many emotions spill forth when she is coloring. The perfect object to personify.

Trifextra Week 52

I missed another Blog Birthday. Must come with my dread of counting my own.
Here is the post that began it all. A little piece I wrote about my sweet daughter Blossom.
Happy Belated Birthday to Day In and Day Out, er, me, well US!

Day In and Day Out

Blossom is playing basketball this year and it’s her first time playing sports. I watch her with pride and a lot of empathy for the apprehension she has of it being the first time. It’s another step away and yet a step ahead.

I watch her play without “watching” her. She runs up and down the court looking into the stands to see what my reaction is and to see if she needs some “advice”. Most of the time I try to watch her in the periphery of my sight. I can see her but she can’t see that I can see her. She seems to relax a bit when she doesn’t feel like I’m scrutinizing her and getting ready to tell her how to do something. I see her relax and dribble the ball with ease and  begin to watch what’s going on a little better.

It is her…

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Tag! It’s a tagline!: Day In & Day Out

Boiling down to a few words or a sentence or two is really hard! I took the tagline I already use on my blog and enhanced it.

Thought a photo or two would make you all go ooo! and aaah!! or maybe just say What the Hell?? I’m hoping for ooo and aaah but if it’s somewhere in between so I don’t worry that you think I’ve completely lost my mind I’ll be satisfied.

At any rate, enjoy. Or not. Or just scratch you head and wonder.


Day In and Day Out


This post was inspired by the crew over at WriteOn Edge and the RemembeRED prompt this week.

We’re doing something short and sweet for this week’s RemembeRED post.Imagine your life, or a part of your life, as a title and tagline.That’s it. Give us the title, and give us the tagline.We’re looking forward to seeing your life distilled to a few catchy, perfect words.

Write on Edge: RemembeRED

Tebow: Let’s Get Real

Tim Tebow is a great guy.

Tim Tebow is a good football player.

Tim Tebow is a Christian.

Tim Tebow is a wonderful role model.

Tim Tebow is not a religion, and that’s where my problem lies with all the Tebow hype. The fervor surrounding this young man is bordering on cult like. When we started calling kneeling in prayer as “Tebow-ing” and referring to his accomplishments in one game as “Tebow 3:16″ we are mangling Christian beliefs and putting importance on a man and taking it away from God. People are defending any criticism of him as if he is being attacked for his beliefs and those criticizing him are being ridiculed and judged harshly because of their criticism. Seems a bit hypocritical to me.

Let’s get real. Tim Tebow is a man who happens to be a good football player. Believing God is intervening because it’s Tim Tebow or that Tebow is a special football player because he believes in Jesus Christ is distorted thinking. It’s true; he is blessed. Blessed with talent, but so are the other 95 quarterbacks and the other 1600 position players in the NFL, some more than others, but blessed nonetheless.

Looking back over the years there have been other players and teams who have accomplished seemingly impossible odds to achieve greatness. Kurt Warner comes to my mind. He played good college ball but did not get drafted into the NFL. He went home and to stock groceries in a Hy-Vee grocery store (my favorite grocery store by the way). He turned to arena football and played there for three years before he was signed to the St. Louis Rams in 1998 where he did amazing things. On his Wikipedia page, he says he had a religious conversion in 1997, but his conversion was never attributed to his rise and prominence in the league.

Over the course of this season, my favorite team, The Denver Broncos, have managed to make it to the playoffs. AS A TEAM. Tim Tebow didn’t and couldn’t do it all by himself. No really! He couldn’t! I had my doubts and voiced them early in the season when everyone was shouting and stomping about Kyle Orton being the starter. Tebow was not being heralded as a good player because he was a good play. He was being heralded as a good player because he is a Christian and believes in Jesus Christ. His record and his abilities were a side note to every argument and reason given.

My belief is in the team as a whole to do what they can do as a team. Yes. I have rooted against them because I didn’t have confidence in Tebow as a long-term quarterback for the team. He made a lot of mistakes and lacked his own confidence. He committed 19 turnovers and completed 46.5% of his passes. PLEASE go compare his full stats against the other playoff QB’s in the league. I had cause to be skeptical. Their best chance if he was not that QB was for them to lose so they could cut their losses and have good positioning in the draft.

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Compared to:

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If Tebow continues to do good and proves my skepticism wrong, then great! But it didn’t have anything to do with God. It had to do with his ability as a player at the NFL level. He has a lot of room to improve and grow and he’s incredibly lucky to be able to work under one of the true great quarterbacks, John Elway. I’m still a Bronco girl. I’ve been a fan going back to when you had to wear a bag over your head to be a fan of the team. I love my team and I’m proud of their accomplishments as a team.

Watching the rest of the season is going to be hair pulling, frustrating, exciting and hopefully rewarding but it could be all that and disappointing if they lose. Just like every other year they have made the playoffs and caused us, the fans, to gnash our teeth and gain grey hairs watching them.

Let’s Go Broncos! Let’s Go!

Blossom-ing Into an Author

Blossom, my beautiful 9 year old,fancies herself as a writer. It’s a good thing because she’s pretty damn good!

At three, she announced she wanted to write a book and then narrated a story for me to type and print for her. She also illustrated and decorated each page. She wanted it to look like a “real book” so at the next trip to the Mart, I acquired a report cover and her book  “The Puppy and The Girl” was published. For Mommy and Daddy anyway.

When she was 5, she was absolutely in love with the Numeroff book “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” and she wrote her own “If You…” story called “If You Take a Mouse to Sundance” [side note here Sundance is small community in WY we visited that summer]. This tale was written in her own hand with notes by Mommy with correct words so I would know 20 years later what she wrote and what she wanted to say. This too was self illustrated and published by way of three staples on the left side so it would page like a book.

She tapped a little 250 word story out yesterday and shared it with her fam and friends. She asked me to make a blog post so she can get some “concrit”. I agreed because I believe concrit is good for every writer whether we are 9 or 90. I may put her onto Write On Edge and have her do some prompt writing. I think there’s some gold in them thar fingers. At least some fabulous writing waiting to burst out of her little mind onto the page.

Now, for Blossom’s Story (no title – yet)


I walked down the stairs. A cool morning, 5:00 am. Never in my life had I thought of this. The haunted house down the street. I never notices it before, but remember one vague night. I was looking out my window at the house, waiting for her. Then it all happened in a flash… A black ghostly figure staring at me, holding a fist up daring to kill. Then she vanished… ”Clara!” yelled my friend Sam. (current day now). ”Im coming!” I yelled back to her. I quickly grab a cinamon roll and head out the door to wait for Sam, Josh, and Malinda. They all came in about 20 minutes. 

My heart stops beating. A black cat crosses in front of the house. “NO!!” I scream. ”What, do you need help!!??” screams Malinda back. ”No there was a black cat in front of the house!” I reply. Josh’s face is green with terror mixed with sick fear. I want to scream and run but cant. My friends are relying on me. I fasten my backpack on my shoulder, brace myself, grab onto my friends hands, and walk to the door of the haunted house.

All I hear as we walk in our hearts beating. ”MOMMY MOMMY” yells a faint voice. I scream, grab my friends and try to run out the open door. But it shuts. We have been trapped in this haunted house. Forever. I should have said goodbye.

This is not a true story!!!!! I made it up out of my imagination. I HOPE YOU LIKE


I’ve written about Blossom several times. I’ve included links to those post below.

More about Blossom in “Beauty Unknown” and “Only The Lonely Kid” and “Doing With an Audience of One