Sioux's Book Blurb Friday #3

I didn't think I'd have time to play this Book Blurb Friday thing, but I'm managing to fit it in. It is amazing what you can cram into a day when you put your mind to it. Now granted, I'm not spending much time with these because I want it to be F.U.N. When I start to stress about this word usage or that, I'm going to quit. Just saying.

Check out Sioux's blog for the details of this 150 word book blurb and give it a try.

Today's photo:

 

Here is my 76 word book blurb:

STRANDED

Lily and Logan were best friends before they could talk. Quite the opposites, they both had a stubborn streak—neither would give. When Logan insisted on having the Volkswagon van checked before their trip, Lily shrugged. Stranded in an unfamiliar country and not speaking to one another, they had no idea someone lurked beyond the bend. Would they put aside their hard-headedness and pull together—or would something else take place surprising both Lily and Logan? 

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And on a side note: Today my momma, if still alive, would have been 99! She's the one that helped me let go of fear to do this blog. See my first post.

Where Is My .... ?

You can ask my husband Norm, he’ll tell you. I lose something about every day.  He claims I’m always asking, “Have you seen my blah-blah-blah?” 

I’m pretty sure there are little invisible munchkins around that take off with whatever it is I’m trying to locate. They wait until I ask Norm. Then he’ll go to the very spot I just looked at and he’ll hold it up and say, “Is this what you’re looking for?”

Norm wasn’t around when I went to the Post Office to pick up something and had two of those light orangish slips that you have to give to the clerk. I had them sitting on the console inside my car. I parked, grabbed the slips, my phone and my purse. I walked ten feet, about ready to walk in, went to put my phone in my pocket and realized the papers were not in my hand. I looked around, checked my pockets. Went back into the car to look – maybe I thought I picked them up. No papers. I knew I picked them up. Called my husband. “I know you’re going to find this hard to believe, but I just picked up two slips to take into the post office and now they’ve vanished.”

“Check your pockets.”

“I did.”

“Check the car.”

“I did. I swear, they’ve just disappeared.”

“Oh, you’ll find them.”

Well, I didn’t find them. I went back inside and rang the bell where you hand the slips to the clerk and I stated to the man, “From the time I walked from my car into this post office, I happened to lose the slips needed to get the returned mail. Can you check for me anyway?” I’m sure the man thought – poor ole lady and he took down the address and went searching for the mail. I was able to pay the postage due and leave the post office. I still never located those slips.

My husband sent me an email recently titled Lost Keys and it went like this:

            They weren’t in my pockets. Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My husband has scolded me many times for leaving my keys in the car’s ignition. He’s afraid that the car could be stolen.

            As I looked around the parking lot, I realized he was right. The parking lot was empty. I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.

            Then I made the most difficult call of all to my husband: “I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen.” There was a moment of silence. I thought the call had been disconnected, but then I heard his voice. “Are you kidding me? he barked, “I dropped you off!

            Now it was my turn to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”

            He retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop that I didn’t steal your car!”

And I had to laugh. I could see me doing that very thing.

Do you lose stuff?

Sioux's Book Blurb Friday #2

 

My friend Sioux is bringing back Book Blurb Friday that Lisa used to do. You write 150 words or less book blurb based on the picture.  You can see last Friday’s for a little more detail about my take on doing these, and of course check out Sioux’s blog for all the details.

 

 

I love this picture. I love old doors and this knob/handle, wow. Can I do a book blurb justice on this photo? Doubtful.

But here is my 95 word book blurb:

Beyond the Blue Door

Fear gripped Amanda. Her heart nudged her to go through the door. Her intuition hinted her world would never be the same once she passed through that door. No longer able to deny her heart nor her intuition, she pulled the door open and stepped through. Nothing could’ve prepared her for what awaited her on the other side. She remained. Now part of that special door, Amanda gently nudges others to do the same. What lies on the other side? Relive Amanda’s journey and then you too can choose to go beyond the blue door.

What's the Weirdest Food You've Eaten?

 

Image from: Paprikahead.com

A friend suggested that a good blog post would be to ask, “What is the weirdest food you’ve eaten?”

I’ll start it off. My mom made gizzards and gravy for dinner when I was a kid. I’d spoon those rubbery innards floating in gravy over egg noodles. And I loved it. I ate them like a pig getting filet mignon instead of corn hash. Serve gizzards and gravy now to any kid and they’d leap from the table begging to clean their room instead. Hey, there’s a way to get something done by kids.

Those were good size gizzards I ate back then, so I’m not sure what animal they were from because the gizzards I happen to see occasionally in whole chickens (sometimes there aren’t any) look pee-wee compared to the gizzards I gobbled up as a kid. But since the gizzards were cooked in gravy, they became tender—well, as tender as a rubbery organ can become.

Even the name gizzard doesn’t sound appetizing, does it? I was the kind of kid that tried anything put in front of me, and usually ate it with gusto! Gizzard Gusto!

What’s your weird food?

Sioux's Book Blurb Friday #1

My friend Sioux is bringing back Book Blurb Friday that Lisa used to do. Check out Sioux's blog for all the nitty gritty details, but basically, you write 150 words or less as a book blurb based on the picture. I’m not very good at this and mine always tend to be really short. I usually just write the first thing that pops in my head, trying not to strain my brain too much, otherwise it hurts too bad, then I want to quit, become all self-conscious, worrying about every little word and hey, this is just supposed to be fun. F.U.N. I don’t have time for anything else but FUN. Sometimes I have a hard time with FUN.  And after reading Sioux’s blurb, I started to compare what I wrote and thought, wow, didn’t even realize there was a clock in the picture, durp, but oh well, F.U.N.... F.U.N.... F.U.N....

 

My 66 word book blurb:

HEADSTONE

Taking a break from her stressful job, Joannie played on the beach having fun, she created what she imaged her headstone to be. Find out what transpires when Joannie loses her best friend suddenly, and while walking through the cemetery after burying her dear friend, she discovers an exact headstone like the one she created on the beach. Was it a sign of things to come?