August 2011 Blog Posts (7)

My biggest vice has

always been my pride; thanks for

sacrificing yours.…

Family gatherings--Joy, joy, joy!  Sometimes not!  Cranky ones, loud ones, yappin' pets, crabby kids--but, in the end, it is all joy.  This too shall pass and David and I begin our journey of empty nester-dom!  The beginning of this transition is this Saturday as our first leaves our nest, to thrive in a NEW nest--a St. Joe's hawks nest! 

Odd how the whole thing happens.  We trolled down the aisles of Target and Bed, Bath and Beyond over the past few weeks.  Hangers, shelves, shower…

   August 15 "Quickie" Writing challenge: 

   I really like gemstones. Like most people do, because they are shiny and come in many, many different varieties. If I were to get a gemstone, I couldn't care less if it was plastic or rock, as what really interests me is its beauty and color. I remember in seventh grade, the unit we did on gemstones, about luster, streak, weight, and everything else. My favorite gemstone would probably be either Lapis Lazulli or Amethyst. Lapis…

We had an exciting visit to Yellowstone in July.  Saw a lot of wild animals including the bison pictured below that walked past our car:

I've posted an article about my trip on Yahoo:

Feeling Nature's Hot Breath at…

As the two blue collar workers and recently laid off teacher sat at the Governor's table, they feigned interest as the pompous politician stood and proclaimed with a sly grin, ""Don't attack my dog or you might get shot ... if you're a coyote!"  

Waxing and waning, he went on to regal the captive audience with how he always carries his .380 Ruger loaded with hollow point bullets when jogging on trails because of his healthy fear of snakes.

'Snakes'…

Anything is subject for a poem :

A catalog of boxing equipment, a collage of other poems,

Serpentine trail of incense, raised deer fur, old shoes pointed pigeon-toed,

Glass and steel cityscape, almond eyes of a saint, weeping tiny flowers,

Sunlight on whitewashed walls, blue shadows of stooped women,

A spring mousetrap, a trickle of blood in the…