Saturday, August 31, 2013

Saturday Centus - Week 176

 
 Jenny Matlock
 
Welcome to week ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SIX of Saturday Centus. 

I've been catching up on my back reading!

Did you see me sneak out to your blog and leave a comment?

Gosh.

You guys are good.

Friday night I asked Mr. Jenny for a prompt for this week.

I didn't like his word, but I'm going to use it anyway.

Then it will be more of a challenge for me.

Just like the last several weeks, you can't actually use the word in the writing.

At all.

The word this week is:

TREASURE

  The prompt this week is the word 'Treasure'

Number of words:  Exactly one hundred but don't use the word 'treasure' anywhere in your writing.  
Style of writing: Any
Pictures: Any

Please keep your writing G rated...cuz I blush easily.

Please display my link button or just a hyper-link back to Saturday Centus. Be careful to link your SC URL to the Linky and not just link to your main blog.

E-mail me directly with ???'s or ask your question in a comment and I will do my best to get back to you as soon as possible.

Feel free to link up any time between now and next Saturday...
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Thursday, August 29, 2013

Ethereal?

Man.

I tried and tried to be clever and come up with something about little kids fighting over Lucky Charms...

you know...ummm... cereal?

ummm...

blush...

Instead I was forced to write something serious.

And moderately depressing.

Be assured this is fiction written for the word prompt 'ethereal'.

Everything is good with Mr. Jenny.

And, sadly, we are nowhere near close to winter here in HeatStrokeVille, Arizona.

Read other offerings using the same word prompt by simply clicking here.

Ahem.

Here's my hundred words.




Standing in the winter air
Believing things that just aren’t there.
Misreading things in time and space.
This fall is hard…
…this fall from grace.
Standing in the winter sun
scarce believing things you’ve done.
Don’t you see my weeping face?
This fall is hard.
…this fall from grace.
Can’t you see me dissolving here
like forest mist?
Can’t you care?
I’m waiting in the winter light
Pretending things will be all right.
A wisp of heart and soul and face…
This fall is hard…
…this fall from grace.
To not be loved is no disgrace…
This fall is hard…
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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Alphabe-Thursday Letter O



Good morning class.

Welcome to round seven of Alphabe-Thursday! Today we will be studying the outrageous letter:


Please link directly to your Alphabe-Thursday URL (if you don't know how to do this let me know!) and please continue to visit the five links before and after your link and leave a comment. Minimum of 10 links visited please. You can visit more if you like, of course.

I also want to let you know that each week I visit every blog. If it appears I haven't visited your blog by the following Friday afternoon, please let me know!

If you have any difficulties with your link, please make sure to include the number of the link when you e-mail me. It is really difficult for me to find you easily otherwise.

If you have any questions about Alphabe-Thursday or problems doing your link just post it in a comment or send me an e-mail. I'll do my best to help you as quickly as I can.

The McLinkey will be live from 1:00 pm MST time Wednesday afternoon in an effort to assist our lovely "friends across the pond" and continue through 10:00 am MST time Friday morning!

And remember.... link back to this post, you need to be registered as a follower of my blog, PG posts only, and you must visit at least 10 other posts...perhaps consider starting from the last posts and work backwards. The links will stay live after the final post deadline has passed so you can even wait and visit over the weekend or whenever you have more time.

Please don't be ornery. Link up your "O" post now!
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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Painted Alphabet Letter N

Okay.

Seriously.

Oral surgery is nasty.

I am still knocked on my butt from all this work, but I think there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel.

I keep telling Mr. Jenny I've changed my mind and I want to un-do all the surgery...

...but he says it's too late.

Darn him anyway.

Sigh.

Anyway.

I only finished this letter N sign because I had started it several weeks ago.

I think it turned out pretty nice!

 
 
 Signs are hand-painted and available in my Etsy shop...you can see the mini link at the top right of my blog or click on any picture for a link!  No stickers...no stencils...my designs.
 
This post is linked to Alphabe-Thursday's Letter N.   To read other N offerings, just click here.
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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Saturday Centus - Week 175

 
 Jenny Matlock
 
Welcome to week ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE of Saturday Centus. 

I liked doing just a word prompt last week.

I'm looking forward to reading your offerings, too.

Unfortunately this oral surgery has kicked my butt more than I planned and I'm still laid up.

I'll be by to visit you soon, though...I promise.

And in the interim let's try writing EXACTLY one hundred words ABOUT one word again

Just like last week, you can't actually use the word in the writing.

At all.

The word this week is:

ETHEREAL

  The prompt this week is the word 'Ethereal'

Number of words:  Exactly one hundred but don't use the word 'ethereal' anywhere in your writing.  
Style of writing: Any
Pictures: Any

Please keep your writing G rated...cuz I blush easily.

Please display my link button or just a hyper-link back to Saturday Centus. Be careful to link your SC URL to the Linky and not just link to your main blog.

E-mail me directly with ???'s or ask your question in a comment and I will do my best to get back to you as soon as possible.

Feel free to link up any time between now and next Saturday...
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Alphabe-Thursday Letter N


Good morning class. Welcome to round seven of Alphabe-Thursday!

Today I  will share the nice letter:


Please link directly to your Alphabe-Thursday URL (if you don't know how to do this let me know!) and please continue to visit the five links before and after your link and leave a comment. Minimum of 10 links visited please. You can visit more if you like, of course.

If you have any difficulties with your link, please make sure to include the number of the link when you e-mail me. It is really difficult for me to find you easily otherwise.

If you have any questions about Alphabe-Thursday or problems doing your link just post it in a comment or send me an e-mail. I'll do my best to help you as quickly as I can.

The McLinkey will be live from 1:00 pm MST time Wednesday afternoon in an effort to assist our lovely "friends across the pond" and continue through 10:00 am MST time Friday morning!

And remember.... link back to this post, you need to be registered as a follower of my blog, PG posts only, and visit at least 10 other students (perhaps the 5 students before and after your post). The links will stay live after the final post deadline has passed so you can even wait and visit over the weekend or whenever you have more time.

Please share your nifty "N" post now!
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Poor Mr. Jenny...

I asked him today to be honest with me.
 
"Tell me the truth," I said.
 
He agreed he would.
 
"Does this dental surgery make my face look fat?" I asked him.
 
He gulped.
 
And then said, "Not really."
 
Liar!

I highly recommend if you try a sinus lift, five bone grafts and a broken molar extraction that you DO NOT ask this question.
 
And that you gracefully accept any and all pain medications that the oral surgeon offers you.
 
Yowser.
 
And...
 
OUCH!
 
Be back soon!
 
And Alphabe-Thursday will be happening this afternoon as scheduled!
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Sunday, August 18, 2013

Forbidden

This 100 word micro-fiction is written around the word prompt "Forbidden".  To read other links using the same word, just click here.

The sweet tartness was complex on my tongue.
…big, elegant flavor with a hint of minerals and unctuous fruitiness.
The crisp flamboyance made me take another bite. 
Juicy flesh dribbled down my face and I wiped it away with my grubby hand.
Hidden by the arch of verdant green, I greedily grabbed more.
I was alone.
I gorged until suddenly a cramp seized me tightly around the gut.
Moaning in pain, I fell to the earth.
I glanced at the stones bruising my flesh.
I was naked.
Apple cores littered the dusty ground around me.
When did I get naked?
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Saturday, August 17, 2013

Un-painted Alphabet for the Letter M

M is such a marvelous letter.

I had soooo many good ideas for signs this week including Mary had a Little Lamb, Make Haste Slowly AND Mary did you know.

However.

A very, very mischievous tooth decided it would be fun to shatter and then annoy me with a bone AND a sinus infection.

To punish the little mongrel, I'm having it extracted on Monday morning along with lots of other fun dental surgical icky stuff.

So.

Instead of painting.

I sat around my house moaning and groaning.

Cuz.

Hey.

That's what I do when my whole face hurts.

Since I can't show you pictures of my un-painted Letter M's, I'll just show you some signs I painted before...

Typography style. Marigold  hand-painted wooden sign 16 x 19

 
Monkey See Monkey Do hand-painted wooden sign 12" x 12"
 
  
 Signs are hand-painted and available in my Etsy shop...you can see the mini link at the top right of my blog or click on any picture for a link!  No stickers...no stencils...my designs.
 
This post is linked to Alphabe-Thursday's Letter M.   To read other M offerings, just click here.
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Saturday Centus Week 174

 
 Jenny Matlock
 
Welcome to week ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FOUR of Saturday Centus. 

Okay. 

I am STILL determined.

I am going to keep going with this until week 200...

I'm having a good time with it still!

Let's try something totally and completely different this week.

How about EXACTLY one hundred words ABOUT one word.

BUT...

You can't actually use the word in the writing.

At all.

Kind of like that game where you have to describe the word but can't use it.

I can't remember the name of that game...

...but I like it.

I think.

The word this week is:

FORBIDDEN

  The prompt this week is the word 'Forbidden'

Number of words:  Exactly one hundred.  Using the word 'forbidden' in your writing is forbidden. 
Style of writing: Any
Pictures: Any

Please keep your writing G rated...cuz I blush easily.

Please display my link button or just a hyper-link back to Saturday Centus. Be careful to link your SC URL to the Linky and not just link to your main blog.

E-mail me directly with ???'s or ask your question in a comment and I will do my best to get back to you as soon as possible.

Feel free to link up any time between now and next Saturday...
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Friday, August 16, 2013

My apologies Lovin' Spoonful.

I know you might not be able to tell, but this was actually one of my favorite songs from the 70's.   That's why I feel so bad to have totally butchered the bolded prompt.
 
But.
 
Hey.
 
As I explained below.
 
I'm hot.
 
My brain has fried.
 
But I still did it in exactly 106 words!
 
Sigh.
 
To read other uses of this prompt, just click here.
 
Hot time.   Summer in the city.

My brain’s so fried I can’t be witty.

If I wasn’t so fat

I’d wear something bitty.

All around, Arizona’s frying.

I’m sorry.  I can’t help whining.

Hot town.  Isn’t it a pity.

I didn’t take the winter to get fitty.

I’m sorry now to the gym I didn’t gitty.

All around, Arizona’s frying.

I’m sorry.  I can’t help whining.

Hot town.   Evening in the city.

Car still so hot you need to wear mitty’s.

All around, Arizona’s frying.

I’m sorry.   But I think I’m dying.

Gonna go to every corner of the city.

‘Til I find the best AC.
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All of the yummy...all of the restrictions...

So.
 
Two of our daughters have some intense dietary restrictions.
 
I have a few but nothing like they do.
 
No soy, no dairy, no gluten, no egg, no tree nuts.
 
Yeah.
 
That pretty much leaves dirt and broccoli.
 
Just kidding.
 
But almost.
 
It's hard to do good baked goods and treats.
 
Over time I've developed some great muffin and cookie recipes but they take approximately 50 ingredients each so I rarely share the recipes.
 
This morning I was heading over to visit our newest Grandlittle, Remi, and I wanted to take a treat along for his Mom.
 
I combined several recipes and ended up with this scrumptious, scrumptious berry crisp with only a few ingredients.
 
I thought I'd share it with you if you're living or cooking the dietary restricted life.


All the Good Stuff Berry Crisp Recipe
 
In a large bowl toss together:
 
5 cups of frozen or fresh berries (I used marionberries, wild blueberries and raspberries)
1 tablespoon arrowroot starch
1 tablespoon brown rice flour
1 tablespoon organic cane sugar
 
Divide evenly between two 8" casserole dishes
 
In a medium bowl combine:
 
1/2 cup packed organic brown sugar
1/2 cup organic cane sugar
4 tablespoons brown rice flour
4 tablespoons potato starch
1 cup crunched up GF cornflakes
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon salt
 
Toss in 1/3 cup melted coconut oil until evenly crumbly.  (I'm pretty sure crumbly is a word)
 
Divide topping evenly over berries.
 
Bake in a 350 degree oven for 25 to 30 minutes until juices are bubbling and topping is medium golden brown
 
Serve with DF, SF, EF coconut ice cream.
 
I am trying to hide my little casserole from Mr. Jenny.   He keeps trying to eat it.
 
It's annoying the heck out of me.
 
Seriously.
 
This is a yummy treat even for those without diet restrictions.
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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Alphabe-Thursday Letter M


Good morning class. Welcome to round seven of Alphabe-Thursday!

Today I will moderate your offerings for the letter:


Please link directly to your Alphabe-Thursday URL (if you don't know how to do this let me know!) and please continue to visit the five links before and after your link and leave a comment. Minimum of 10 links visited please. You can visit more if you like, of course.

I also want to let you know that each week I visit every blog. I actually started on the L's this morning so I'm catching up.   Go me!

If you have any difficulties with your link, please make sure to include the number of the link when you e-mail me. It is really difficult for me to find you easily otherwise.

If you have any questions about Alphabe-Thursday or problems doing your link just post it in a comment or send me an e-mail. I'll do my best to help you as quickly as I can.

The McLinkey will be live from 1:00 pm MST time Wednesday afternoon in an effort to assist our lovely "friends across the pond" and continue through 10:00 am MST time Friday morning!

And remember.... link back to this post, you need to be registered as a follower of my blog, PG posts only, and visit at least 10 other students (perhaps the 5 students before and after your post). The links will stay live after the final post deadline has passed so you can even wait and visit over the weekend or whenever you have more time.

Please share your mischievious "M' post now!
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Deep thoughts about the dark place...

So.
 
Yeah.
 
Thank you for the kind comments and e-mails.
 
I've been thinking about this whole dark place thing all day.
 
And in the thinking, I realized something.
 
I've been here before.
 
A lot.
 
Some recently with family and health issues...
 
Some over the past few years when we lost our business and our much loved house...
 
Death, betrayal, loss, grief...
 
You know...
 
The usual.
 
But really...
 
Years and years ago the dark place almost consumed me...
 
Fueled by low self-esteem, a horrible and abusive marriage, health issues, no money, and encounters with ugly people creating ugly uncontrollable things in my life...
 
I can remember feeling totally and completely in a place so immensely dark that I prayed to die.
 
I can't really say I was suicidal because, to be honest, suicide would have taken too much effort.
 
Sigh.
 
But it was in those horrible years that I came up with a plan.
 
I made little coupons for myself very similar to this one.
They weren't nearly as cute...
 
But I told myself that I could use two coupons each month and for that 24 hour time period I would allow myself to totally wallow in my misery.
 
I told myself that I would find positive and happy as much as possible every day...
 
...but when I really needed it, I could let myself use a coupon.
 
I put them in my underwear drawer.
 
After all, is there anything more miserable than five year old underwear when you can't afford to buy any new ones? 
 
I think not.
 
And please.   Don't get me started on the whole subject of duct-taped together bras.
 
Sigh.
 
Anyway.
 
I knew those coupons were there.
 
I looked at them every morning while rummaging for a pair of undies that were more whole than holes.
 
And thought about those coupons often during the day.
 
And you know what?
 
When I went to get one out to use it, it made me think.
 
"Okay.  I only have two of these to use for the whooooole month.   What if things get worse?"
 
And I would put the coupon back.
 
On really, really bad days I would cut the coupon in quarters.
 
"Okay, Jenny.   Today you can feel miserable for six hours."
 
I would shove that partial coupon down in my pocket and somehow it made me feel better.
 
Sometimes I would cut my coupons into eight or ten pieces for 2 or 3 hours of a personal pity party.
 
But I never, ever, ever let myself feel miserable for more than 48 hours each month.
 
Some months really tested that time period.
 
Some time when we are drinking margaritas I shall tell you tales.
 
But that's not right now.
 
Right now I am writing this stone, cold un-tequila'd up.
 
In all seriousness, though...
 
I used those coupons for a lot of years.
 
Things got better, eventually and I found a new life.
 
And I felt more in control of the fear and the gloom and doom.
 
Life's funny like that, isn't it?
 
Up and down...black and white...give and take.
 
But over time, I think I allowed myself to become complacent about focusing misery.
 
I've allowed the darkness to creep back so incrementally that I haven't really noticed.
 
But now.
 
Now, I think I need to remind myself where I've been so I can survive where I am now.
 
There's always going to be issues in life.
 
No-one has a golden ticket through the worries and woes.
 
No-one is exempt from the dark places.
 
These silly coupons helped me in even darker times.
 
So I'm printing up a new batch.
 
And focusing being miserable into 48 hours each month.
 
I think I'm going to stash my coupons in my underwear drawer.
 
And.
 
Good news.
 
At least now my underwear are entirely whole and almost brand new...
 
...and the only duct tape in my house is in my tool chest.
 
And...
 
Huh?
 
Oh.
 
Oh, sorry.
 
That was probably way TOO MUCH INFORMATION.
 
About the underwear, I mean.
 
But I really did want to tell you about the coupons.
 
Maybe that little idea will help you with your dark place, too.
 
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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

I'm in that dark place...

...and I don't want to be here any more.

I'm full of excuses.

And they're making me feel ill.

I'm cranky, I'm depressed, I'm tired, I'm sick, I'm down in the dumps.

Gosh.

"It's hormonal," my doctor says.

"It's all the change in your life," my friend says.

"It's coming down from  months of stress," my husband says.

"It's enough!" I say.

Enough.

It's overwhelming to think of adding a ton of things to my life to fill up all the hollow spots.

And I don't feel like I have enough energy to even find a ton of things to add.

So I'm just going to be nice to myself.

And make some small changes.

Add a few vegetables and fruits to my diet each day.

Walk to the end of the driveway.

Find my Face-ercise book and start doing those odd little facial workouts again.

I'm going to set small goals that I can achieve...and I'm going to do them.

Because that dark place gets to feeling a little too comfortable after awhile...

You know?

The dark place lets me wallow in my excuses because there's no bright lights to show me I'm even standing in the shadows. And after awhile it all starts to feel like shadows. And after awhile it starts feeling like the shadows are the way things are supposed to be.

Because...

Sometimes when you're hiding out in the shadows, things from the past start to feel like they were the sunshine. Kids being small, Grandlittles being less busy, gardens to plant, friends and relationships still alive.

And sometimes when you're hiding out in the shadows, things from other peoples lives feel really, really perfect. And everyone else seems to have it all together.

It feels comfortable to put on the 'oh boo-hoo' shirt when I'm hiding out in the dark, even though it fits badly and is super itchy and uncomfortable. 

It feels comfortable to disregard my own advice to others and to embrace myself as the exception to all the rules.

It's only when I poke my head out of the shadows that I can still count my blessings...look to the future...find joy and hope in things that I am still able to dream for myself.

I read somewhere that 'life begins at the end of your comfort zone'.

If I were a braver woman I would have that tattooed somewhere on my body.

Perhaps where it would conceal a stretch mark or two.

I'm going to try it.
 
No, not the tattoo. Do you think I'm totally crazy?
 
Ouch!

BUT...

I'm going to step outside my comfort zone and see what happens.

I'm going to find that woman who woke up in my bed each morning (no, this isn't getting kinky! blush!) who believed and embraced the philosophy that happiness was a daily choice.

I'm going to find her and drag her out into the light...

Because things are only going to change if I change them.

And things are only going to change if I quit hiding in the dark.

Nobody else can do this for me.

And while kind words and quotations and 'it could be worses' can help me on my way...

It's still me that has to do the work.

I'm going to try walking out of the shadows.

Please disregard my disheveled appearance.

I've been letting myself have a really, really bad hair life.

But I'm determined to make it better.
 
Today I will choose eating a peach and swimming for 10 minutes.

Today I will annoy my husband by saying:

"Knock, Knock."

He will roll his eyes and reply in a resigned voice, "Who's there?"

I will tell him, "Old Lady".

He will roll his eyes again and say, "Old lady, who?"

And I will say, "Gee, you are talented. I didn't know you knew how to yodel."

And things will start feeling way better in the world.

Anyway.
 
How can you hide in the darkness when there's so many wonderful knock-knock jokes in the world?

Seriously.
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Saturday, August 10, 2013

Saturday Centus - Week 173

 
 Jenny Matlock
 
Welcome to week ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-THREE of Saturday Centus. 

Okay. 

I am determined.

I am going to keep going with this until week 200...

Unless...

Well...

Unless we all lose interest before then.

Ha!

This week is another word prompt.


  The prompt this week:  'Hot time.   Summer in the City.'

Number of words:  No more than 106 total (including the 6 words of the prompt)
Style of writing: Any
Additional Pictures: Any

The regular restrictions apply: PG, no splitting of the prompt, play nicely and visit the other entries, any style or genre of writing you prefer.

Please display my link button or just a hyper-link back to Saturday Centus. Be careful to link your SC URL to the Linky and not just link to your main blog.

E-mail me directly with ???'s or ask your question in a comment and I will do my best to get back to you as soon as possible.

Feel free to link up any time between now and next Saturday...
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Friday, August 9, 2013

Thanks but no thanks!

This silly little poem is linked to week 172 of Saturday Centus.   The prompt is in bold.   To read other 107 word offerings using this prompt, just click here.  PS.  It's fiction!
 
I’m campaigning as the Mayor of Stress Town

Take my pamphlet please!

I have lots of experience

As you can plainly see!

Three crazy ex's and Mom of three.

Single parent, poverty.

Being positive in spite of ick

Menopause and chronic sick

Eight step-kids and lots of Grands

I know you voters understand!

Mayor!  Mayor! 

Vote today!

Mayor!  Mayor!

What’s that you say?

Mayor!  Mayor!

There’s stinky pay?

Instead I get a parking space?

What!  Seriously!?! 

I’m out of this race!

I’m already Mayor of Stress Town.

Sadly this is true.

But at least if you don’t elect me!

I don't have to take care of you!
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Painted Alphabet Letter L

So sorry to miss "K" last week.

I ended up with some killer allergic reactions to a new medication and... ummm... well...  let me just say that painting was the last thing on my mind.

Anyway.

All is well now and I am back to as normal as I can be!  ha!

Here are my letter "L's"!
 
  For my childhood memories ...
 
 13" x 12"
 
And I love this saying and so appropriate most of the time...
 
12" x 11 1/2"
 
And please excuse me if you now have these Beatles lyrics stuck in your head.   I figure it's only fair since I do, too!   Sigh.
 
15" x 7 1/2"
 
And a Christmas one, too!  I was attempting something frosty looking hear with some silver leaf and glitter.   I like the effect but it didn't photograph especially well.
 
16" x 13"
    
 Signs are hand-painted and available in my Etsy shop...you can see the mini link at the top right of my blog or click on any picture for a link!  No stickers...no stencils...my designs.
 
This post is linked to Alphabe-Thursday's Letter L.   To read other L offerings, just click here.
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Alphabe-Thursday Letter L


Good morning class. Welcome to round seven of Alphabe-Thursday!

Today we will be learning about the letter:



Please link directly to your Alphabe-Thursday URL (if you don't know how to do this let me know!) and please continue to visit the five links before and after your link and leave a comment. Minimum of 10 links visited please. You can visit more if you like, of course.

If you have any difficulties with your link, please make sure to include the number of the link when you e-mail me. It is really difficult for me to find you easily otherwise.

If you have any questions about Alphabe-Thursday or problems doing your link just post it in a comment or send me an e-mail. I'll do my best to help you as quickly as I can.

The McLinkey will be live from 1:00 pm MST time Wednesday afternoon in an effort to assist our lovely "friends across the pond" and continue through 10:00 am MST time Friday morning!

And remember.... link back to this post, you need to be registered as a follower of my blog, PG posts only, and visit at least 10 other students (perhaps the 5 students before and after your post). The links will stay live after the final post deadline has passed so you can even wait and visit over the weekend or whenever you have more time.

Please share your lovely "L" post now!
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Tuesday, August 6, 2013

I remember it differently...

...you know?
 
...getting ready for back to school when my children were small.
 
School shopping involved jeans and sweaters and cute little flannel plaid jumpers.
 
The weather was a bit crisp.
 
Crisp enough in the morning for a small, warm jacket...
 
...or a hot cocoa send off.
 
We changed the wreaths on our houses to autumn leaves...
 
and the displays on our porches to corn shucks and pumpkins.
 
Ahhhh.
 
Ahhhh.
 
Those were the good old back-to-school days.
 
But now...
 
Living in Arizona...
 
...not so much.
 
Yesterday involved trying to find some longer shorts to accommodate a new school dress code.
 
After failed visits to 6 stores, we were hot and sweaty and cranky.
 
Trust me.
 
There were no jeans or sweaters or cute little flannel plaid jumpers.
 
There was no talk of buying fall decorations.
 
There was mostly just sweat, gasping for water and whining.
 
And my Granddaughters weren't doing a whole let better.
 
ha. ha.  
 
Our youngest Granddaughter proceeded to get ready for autumn, regardless of the heat, though.
 
 
Her perfect little jack-o-lantern teeth were just the ticket to remembering that cooler weather...
 
...and carving pumpkins are on their way.
 
We just need to sweat it out a little bit longer around here.
 
And find those mister fans so the kids don't pass out from heat on the playground at recess.
 
Sigh.
 
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