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Daily Prompt: Comedy of Errors

Today’s daily prompt is: Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did — fiction encouraged here, too!

I might be cheating just a tad today, because I am going to re-post something I wrote a while back on my other blog. It fits this prompt to a T! Also, it’s pretty funny and it’s a true story!

Readers that have followed my food blog for a while have read about this particular instance. (Actually 2 instances….so far). So please forgive me, but I think it bears repeating for those who haven’t read it.

Here we go………..Instead of sending you to my other blog, I’m just going to copy it here in its entirety.


The Adventure of Grocery Shopping (or how I got run out of the store by a little old lady)


Today I had planned on posting some cool off treats to help with the heat wave that many are experiencing. But,  I have a story to tell. It happened last Tuesday at the Safeway supermarket. Now my neighborhood Safeway has a promotion going on,    the first Tuesday of the month is Seniors Day. They get a percentage off of their purchases and it can be quite a savings. And no matter how early you go to the store there are literally busloads of Seniors! Now I  try to avoid going to the grocery store on the first Tuesday of the month, not because I dislike old people.  Quite the contrary I adore old people! After all if I’m lucky one day I will be one of them!

Nope, I avoid going because, well, this is going to sound a bit strange. I avoid going because I am an old people magnet! Yup, you read that right. I attract older people like….like…..the ice cream truck attracts kids. They are drawn to me, always have been. Even when I was a child, I would draw old people.  And they wouldn’t  pinch my cheek and tell me how cute I was (although I have to admit I WAS pretty darn cute!) Oh no!! They would tell me their life stories! Not that I minded really,  they always had some interesting stories to tell. It used to irritate me just a bit back then, but as I grew older I came to appreciate those old people and their stories! And, after last Tuesday I just might have some interesting stories to tell some kid when I get old!


Now this is how it went……….

I was in the pasta aisle. I wanted some gluten-free pasta and was looking to see what  was available. I had a taste for pasta…..I wanted pasta……but I had no gluten-free pasta at home. So there I was, minding my own business and wondering if I wanted the rice noodles or should I try the brown rice spaghetti. Out of the corner of my eye I see this old woman coming down the aisle using a walker. I remember smiling to myself because she was one of those old “characters”, you could tell just by looking at her. She wasn’t one of these typical  white-haired “old ladies”. This one had flaming red hair, obviously from a bottle, but still I couldn’t  help but admire the choice of red on top of her head. It was eye-catching to say the least. She moved pretty slowly and her face was made up with powder and rouge and her lips were a deep red. Her blue eyes behind her large black framed glasses had a sparkle to them, so you just knew she had some stories in her!

I smiled at her as she approached and moved a bit closer to the pasta to give her plenty of room to maneuver that walker around me. But, instead of going around me she stands next to me and gives me the biggest smile! It was the kind of smile that if you were having a bad day, that smile would cheer you up. She notices the gluten-free noodles in my  hands and in this sweet high-pitched voice says “Now what would you want with those make-believe noodles? You want a good dish, you gotta use good old egg noodles.”

I bite back a laugh and tell her that I’m doing a gluten-free lifestyle.

“What kinda lifestyle?” she shoots back at me.



I explain that I’m changing my lifestyle to get healthier.

She looks me up and down and says in her high pitched….oh and did I mention CARRYING  voice……..”Honey, why would you want to change your sex because of health???”

I kind of laugh and state, I’m not changing my sex. I’m changing my lifestyle!

“Well I just never could understand these sex changing people. If God made you a woman why would you want to change into a man??!!” she asks. “You make a pretty good-looking woman, so stay that way!”

Now, I can feel myself blushing , because several other people have entered the aisle and of course were eavesdropping shamelessly. And they were all staring at me like I was something they had never encountered before.

“I bet your mama would have something to say about you wanting to change into a man!” she says.

“I DON”T want to change into a man!” I state quite firmly and  can feel a bit of hysterical laughter bubbling up.

She looks at me earnestly and says “From what I have heard it’s not want you might WANT…but what you feel you have to do to feel good about yourself”.  And in her carrying voice she whispers to me loudly. ”I will pray for you, and I will tell all my friends to pray for you too!!”  as she pats my  arm.

By now I am ready to run out of that store and never come back!  But I don’t. I stay and try to defend myself against a little old lady in a walker. And of course more and more people are entering the aisle. I mean who wouldn’t right? They probably heard her on the other side of the store and wanted to see the lady who wanted to change her sex!

So I try AGAIN to explain to her that I am NOT changing my SEX, that I am staying a woman! I realize I am saying this in a bit of a loud voice. I think to more convince all the other people in the aisle then to convince the red-haired old lady. I’m not angry, actually I find myself wanting to laugh hysterically and bite my lip so I won’t offend her and do just that!

I start slowly moving down the aisle hoping to end the crazy conversation and get out of the store with some dignity intact! With each step  I take she takes one with  her walker. All I can remember thinking is, I am NEVER coming again on the first Tuesday of the month. I smile at her and tell her I have an appointment (which I didn’t)  and have to go. And I tell you, for an old woman using a walker, that lady could move when she wanted to!! She is pretty much keeping pace with me as I move out of the aisle and to the registers to check out. Now I didn’t  get everything I wanted from the store and realized I had both the rice noodles AND the spaghetti noodles in my hands, but all I could think was escape!! So I get checked out and I can hear this sweet old lady behind me talking to some friends about the woman she met who wanted a sex change.

As I finish checking out and grab my bag of noodles and start for the door I hear behind me, in a high-pitched and CARRYING voice, ”Now don’t go getting that sex change operation without talking to your mama first!” As I risk a look behind me, there is that nice old lady and a big group of her friends, AND the cashiers all looking at me. Some had smiles and some looked confused, but they were ALL looking at me!!

I just dash for the door and the safety of my car. I get in and breathe a huge sigh of relief and just start……laughing! I couldn’t  stop laughing!!! I’m laughing till tears come and I glance out the side window and see this poor little old man just staring at me and start laughing even more! He’s probably thinking I’m crazy, but hell all the others thought I was crazy too. So what’s one more????

So the moral of the story is this……watch how you word what you say to old lady characters, or it might just land you in the situation I found myself! (But I still laugh about it, and no….I AM NOT going back on the first Tuesday of the month!)


 Now is that not a comedy of errors? 

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Daily Prompt: Happily Ever After

Today’s Daily Prompt is : Happily Ever After

“And they lived happily ever after.” Think about this line for a few minutes. Are you living happily ever after? If not, what will it take for you to get there?


Happily ever after, what every little girl dreams of. Most little girls I should say. When I was growing up I didn’t think about a “happily ever after”. I never thought much about the future at all.

I took it one day at a time. Did I want a happily ever after. Sure, why not? That would have been the best scenario. I’ve always been more of the ‘here and now’ girl. Never looked too far off into the distance. Saves on disappointment. Cynical right?

I did have a few select dreams of the future. Those precious few that I kept to myself, with a promise I would try my best to make them come true. Somewhere along the way I almost lost those few dreams. Almost.

They got hidden and misplaced when life turned nasty on me for a while. Now, today, they are firmly in place. A little battered, a bit dusty, even a smidgen bruised. They came out of hiding and are now established in my future once more.  More important, they are in my present as well. No more hiding for them!

What are they you ask? The first one has been to become a writer. It was firmly planted when I was taught how to read and I immersed myself in that  first book. I have always wanted to write, to become a writer, to see my words in print. I’m working hard on that dream every day now. It has healed from its bruises, it has shaken the dust from its misty form. My writing dream has risen from the ashes like a Phoenix, brightly burning once more.

The second and last dream was to accept myself as who I am. I am a flawed human. I have given myself permission to be flawed. To make mistakes. To be imperfect.

I always felt I had to be more then I am. I strived to be that perfect woman.  I put so much pressure on myself that I was always unhappy. Now, I take that pressure off. I don’t want to be perfect anymore. I just want to be me, warts and all. Perfect would be perfectly boring.

Am I ‘happily ever after’? I suppose in my own way I am, or at least I am  working on it.  Life has its sucky moments. Life can hurt. Life can also give you great moments of joy, peace, love and forgiveness.

I will work on being happy for my entire life. I am always a work in progress.  I just want a life with its ups and downs. With its bruises and its dust. Without them I wouldn’t know what true happiness is. I accept it all. That is my ‘happily ever after’.




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Sunday Snippets Critique Blog Hop ~ Feb 24

In this hop, participants post 250 words of their work in progress to be critiqued.  Then everyone hops around to critique others.  Don’t have a post of your own?  We’d love a critique anyway!  And next time you can sign up yourself.

Jennifer M Eaton is the host. Hop on over to her blog and read all about it. Also join us!

Want to join up?  Click here for the rules, and leave a comment to have your name added to the list.  The more the merrier!

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If you want to read my other Sunday’s posts just click on the Sunday Snippets button to the right or look at my pages. It has a page of its own! Thanks so much.

Click on over to these great writers to check out and critique what they’ve posted!

Here is this Sunday’s snippet from my WIP “The Key” a mystery/adventure. It is in first draft so it is pretty rough!

For those that don’t know what my WIP is about let me first give you a brief synopsis.

Through accidents, illness and losing her great-grandmother Edith, Phillis is the last of a once strong family. On her deathbed Edith gives Phillis a skeleton key and tells her that it is the “key to the family’s heritage.” But, Phillis doesn’t know what the key opens as Edith died before she could tell her. 

Now Phillis is on the hunt for what the key opens and also to find out more of her heritage. She is helped by Malcolm, who was once Edith’s lover. But Phillis is not sure he can be trusted. Along the way of discovery Phillis finds strength in herself and finds many mysteries about the family.

Phillis makes the realization that members of her family were killed off. They were not accidents as she had thought. Will she be next to be killed?

She must find what the mysterious key opens before an ‘accident’ befalls her!


(This is when Phillis is taking Pal (wolf/dog) to the Vet’s for the first time. It shows their interaction)

“Come on Pal, the nice Vet is not going to hurt you. I promise!” Phillis blew some strands of fiery red hair out of her eyes. It was turning out to be a very long morning.

Phillis eyed the stubborn animal. It didn’t take too much convincing to get him into her small car. Although he took up the whole back seat, he seemed okay with riding in it. Once she got to the vet’s office though it was a whole different matter. Pal absolutely refused to budge. It was like he sensed where he was and there was no way anyone was going to stick him with a needle.

Phillis could see a few other people inside the vet’s building watching her out the large window. She sighed deeply. She never thought about how she was going to get Pal inside if he didn’t want to go. Now she had to figure out something. She felt so frustrated. Phillis looked at the animal and finally saw a spark of fear in his eyes. It broke her heart and she sat in the back seat and hugged him. She thought, maybe he thought she was going to put him in here and leave him and it terrified him. That thought set her back. She hugged him harder.

“I am never going to leave you Pal, I promise. I never thought about how you might be feeling. You’ve never been in a Vet’s office before. You think I’m going to leave you behind. I never would do that!”  Phillis felt the big body relax just a little.


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Friday Fictioneers ~ Feb 22

It’s my favorite time of week again! Yes, Friday Fictioneers time! Thanks goes out again to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting. Please click on her name if you want to join and read the rules or if you want to read more stories!


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)


Make every word count.

Copyright-Janet Webb
Copyright-Janet Webb


Genre/General Fiction (99 words)


She set up her easel and paints, angling it to get the best light. Sitting on the small fold up stool she studied the broken building. Memories flooded her mind. Younger days of playing around the brightly painted barn. Grandfather and father working inside. Sparkling sunshine flooding her private playground. She picked up her brush and colors built on canvas.

Not of rundown and forgotten, but of bustling and worked filled days. The ghosts of the past watched with approval as an aged spotted hand brought life once more to worn,  weathered wood. It lived again on canvas, painted with loving memories.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Image vs. Text

The weekly writing challenge this week is…..Image vs. Text

Once upon a time the web was a text-only medium. And to this day, a lot of people seem to harbor the illusion that it still, kinda, is. In today’s writing challenge we pull said illusion from its horse and devour it like a pack of brain-hungry zombies. Yes, it’s time to get visual again.

Detail a three to five step story or process—anything from a how-to, to turning points in your life so far, to a story with a beginning, middle, and end—and break up the parts with eye-catching, attention-grabbing images.

So here is my visual story. It’s a story of the love between me and my dog Sam. In comic strip form.

(I did a comic strip Wednesday for ‘Sam and Me’, this is a different style I am trying. Let me know which you like best, Wednesday’s or today’s) Thanks!

Sam and Meby JLPhillips
Sam and Me
by JLPhillips
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Wednesday Comics~~ Sam and Me

Hello dear readers! I am starting something new today. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and have finally decided to just go for it.

It’s a new weekly feature I’m starting as of today. It’s a comic staring my dog Sam and yours truly. It’s called “Sam and Me” and I think it’s pretty darn cute. The dog in the comic doesn’t look exactly like Sam but I’m still working on it. I think it’s going to be a fun comic to do.  I’m going to be featuring a new comic every Wednesday. There also will be a page titled Sam and Me off to the side of my blog. Hope you enjoy the first two!


Sam and Me by JLPhillips
Sam and Me by JLPhillips



Sam and Me #2 by JLPhillips
Sam and Me #2 by JLPhillips



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Daily Prompt: A Plot of Earth

You’re given a plot of land and have the financial resources to do what you please. What’s the plan? 

This is the question asked by the Daily Prompt today. Oh how I wish this was true. One day when I win the lottery I am going to own that plot of land and live the rest of my life in peace and happiness. Where would that plot of land be you ask? Ah, somewhere quiet, where all I hear is nature.

I’d have a house built that would blend in the surroundings. Something like this perhaps…….


I would need a studio/office with lots of light for my writing and painting. I would love something like this maybe built in a tree behind the house. It would be different, with lots of light and with privacy so I could work in peace.


Then of course I would want a garden like I’ve always dreamed of. A place where I could sit and dream for a while. To watch the birds and the butterflies swoop and glide…………


Where tired friends could come and revitalize themselves in Mother Nature’s glory……………


A place where Sam(my dog) and I could go for a walk and watch the dappled shadows from the sun overhead peeping through the trees……………..


This is my plan if I had that plot of Earth and the resources to make it come true.



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Daily Prompt: Far From Normal

I’m taking a break from house cleaning, yeah I know, but it has to be done at some point.

So I figured since I’m taking a short break I would write something so I feel better about today. Housework is evil folks. I have little evil imps that mess my house up while I’m sleeping.

Wait a minute! That’s the cats, sorry. 😉


The Daily Prompt for today is Far From Normal. Many of us think of our lives as boringly normal, while others live the high life. Take a step back, and take a look at your life as an outsider might. Now, tell us at least six unique, exciting, or just plain odd things about yourself.

Oh oh, maybe this isn’t as easy as I thought it was going to be. Let me see what I can possibly come up with.  Anyone that has followed this blog for any length of time knows me fairly well. I have given out more information on here then my own family knows! Hmmm maybe I have my #1!

My older brother.(
My older brother.

1. Well I have 3 siblings, an older sister and brother and a younger brother. We aren’t close and that is stating it mildly. My older sis and I are the closest and we rarely talk. Maybe a couple of times a year, by phone. My older brother, I have nicknamed ‘The Toad’. Not nice but that’s what he reminds me of. He and I have never gotten along, at all. Period. He is a braggart, a wind bag, a know it all with an ego the size of Texas. The reason he doesn’t like me is I call him on his BS. The reason I don’t like him is because of his BS. There are other factors as to why I can’t stand the man, but for now I will keep those to myself. He knows what he did. My younger brother and I used to be really close. Not anymore. He has sided with my older brother against me for some reason. I am the black sheep of the family, they have rarely seen me in the past twenty years, yet they sit in judgement of me. Am I bitter? No not really. I’m just a realist. A lot of people who I have met through the years think it’s strange that I very rarely talk to my siblings. We can’t all be close.

2. I’m afraid of the dark. Yeah, I am. I must have night lights. I have good reasons of my childish fright, but I won’t get into them today. Maybe some day.

3. I see ghosts. Many of my readers know this as I have written about it recently. I also hear them.

4. I am terrible with math. I hate it and it hates me. Yet, I can remember numbers. One time I worked at a place that sold crafts. The ones that other people have done. We had thousands of items. Yet, I knew all the inventory codes (numbers) for every item. I just retain them. The owner of the store used to quiz me once in a while. She would call out an item and I could tell her the inventory code without looking it up. I never got it wrong. Yeah, I’m weird.

5. I am a woman who owns 3 pairs of shoes. Yes, I said 3 pairs! I have a pair of sneakers, a pair of sandals and a pair of dressy shoes. That’s it! Most men have more pairs of shoes than me. Oh and I never wear socks. I hate them. I live in Canada and never wear socks. I hate shopping with a passion.

6. I love adventure. Most people who know me think of me as quiet and reserved (ok, ok, quit your laughing!). Honest they do, but I have quite an adventurous spirit. I have traveled across the US a number of times. I have moved to places where I didn’t know a soul. I have driven a 22 foot U-Haul with a trailer behind that ( hauling my car) across the states! I also backed it up. Do you know how hard it is to back up  something that frickin long? I have to admit I did have a spotter, but still it is NOT easy, but I did it! I’m also adventurous in other ways that might surprise a few people. 😉

There you have it folks, 6 crazy facts about your truly. What about you? What’s one crazy, strange, thing about you that not many people know? Tell me, I promise not to tell a soul!



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Sunday Snippets Critique Blog Hop #1

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This is something new I’ve just joined. Some of my dear readers have read my WIP, some of the new ones have not. I’m still working on it since NaNoWriMo finished the end of November. I thought if I can get (and receive) honest and nice critiques it can only help my writing. So I’m hoping to do this every Sunday.

In this hop, participants post 250 words of their work in progress to be critiqued.  Then everyone hops around to critique others.  Don’t have a post of your own?  We’d love a critique anyway!  And next time you can sign up yourself (see below)

Want to join up? Click here for the rules, and leave a comment to have your name added to the list.  The more the merrier!


This is from my WIP “The Key”. This is towards the beginning where Phillis meets Pal (a large wild dog/wolf) for the first time. It’s a bit more then 250 words (sorry about that), but I thought I needed to show the setup and the meeting. This is a first draft! So it is rough.


As she looked around she thought she saw a small building in the woods off to her right. She started walking toward it as she didn’t think she could get back to the house before the clouds opened up and the rain came down. The winds grew even stronger, bending the trees till she thought they would break in half. The ground suddenly shook when thunder cracked right over head. She gave a jump and started running toward where she saw the log building. She needed to find protection from the storm quickly.

Running she caught brief glimpses through the trees of a small log cabin. She hoped the door was unlocked. She could all ready feel the slight ping of hail. If she didn’t reach shelter fast the hail could cut her to pieces. Gasping for breath she hit the door of the cabin just as the sky opened up with a vengeance. Hail the size of golf balls came pounding down with the high wind giving them extra force. She turned the small knob on the cabin door and gave a gasp as it gave way with a whoosh! She quickly stepped inside and slammed the door shut. Leaning her head against the door she gasped for breath. Her body was shaking with adrenaline. Thank goodness for this cabin!

Suddenly a sound caught her ears. And a smell of wet dirty fur. She held her breath as her heart pounded once again. She heard the growl behind her. Very slowly she turned her head. Phillis knew better than to make any sudden moves. If it was a wild animal a sudden move might make it attack. Slowly with held breath she turned her head and out of the corner of her eye she sees something in the dark corner move. Just as slowly she turns her whole body. Inch by slow inch. She didn’t dare go back outside as she heard the large hail hit the building with such force she hoped the old roof would hold up. Whatever was in the corner hadn’t attacked yet, so she took her chances with whatever it was. Wolf? Coyote?

Looking hard at the corner where the small growls were coming from, a lightening bolt that lit up the cabin showed her a brief glimpse of the animal. It looked to her like a dog. A big dog. A big wet smelly half-starved dog. A large broken window showed how the animal entered the cabin. Probably wanting a safe place to hole up for a while. Much like herself. Phillis almost smiled. She loved animals. Especially dogs. They seemed to love her also. Edith always said Phillis almost had an unearthly way with animals. A gift Edith told her. A true gift with animals. Well, Phillis hoped so, because she was going to need it if she was going to get out of this situation.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Kiss

Weekly Photo Challenge: Kiss

Ah that first kiss. Do you remember it? Your most memorable kiss. What do you feel when you think of it? I love kisses, kissing, locking lips, sucking face, whatever you want to call it.

A kiss by a child is sweet. A kiss by your favorite Aunt is touching. A kiss by your mom is healing. A kiss by your dad is feeling protected. A kiss by your lover is exciting.

Anatomy of a kiss by ~QuiddityBoom on deviantART

There are as many kinds of kisses as there are ways of kissing. The soft kisses a mother gives her newborn. The funny kisses a pet gives you. That kiss on a cheek, or the top of your head. A kiss of the hand. Blowing a kiss to someone.

The passionate kiss of the person you love. That first kiss when you were 6 and your neighbor was 5. How sweet was that. You enjoyed it but didn’t want to say so. After all girls had cooties back then.

The breathless anticipation of some kisses. Finally getting a kiss from that person you have secretly desired for a long time and thought you would never have the opportunity to  taste their intoxicating lips.

What makes a kiss so special to you? That feeling in the pit of your stomach when two pairs of lips lock in passion. Ah sweet passionate kisses. Or hard, breathless kisses. I love them all.


Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
Be not loathe to tell them so.
Lips go dry and eyes grow wet
Waiting to be warmly met.
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted.

~ Edmund Vance Cooke

To A Kiss

Humid seal of soft affections,
Tend’rest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Love’s first snow-drop, virgin kiss.
Speaking silence, dumb confession,
Passion’s birth, and infants’ play,
Dove-like fondness, chaste concession,
Glowing dawn of brighter day.
Sorrowing joy, adieu’s last action,
Ling’ring lips, — no more to join!
What words can ever speak affection
Thrilling and sincere as thine!

~ Robert Burns

The Kiss

Soon, yes soon, we’ll have our chance,
To embrace each other in love’s dance.
A dance which I’ll take her hand and show,
The love she’s yet to know.
And yes, we’ll know it with that kiss,
The first look of tender bliss.
The hug and warm embrace will say it all,
The fear and doubts we’ve had will fall,
Fall from the precipice into the abyss,
With that first sweet tender kiss.

~P. Bere
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Friday Fictioneers ~ Feb 15


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)


Make every word count.

Come join us for more word fun! For rules and to read other people’s stories click on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields name (she is the kind hostess of this little endeavor)  then read and enjoy!

This week’s picture is:

copyright-David Stewart
copyright-David Stewart


“Now that’s just weird” Imelda stated.

“It’s art,” Fred her much quieter husband said.

“That is NOT art! It looks like something some crazed drug addict would do.”

“Now Imelda.”

“Look at it! It doesn’t make any sense.”

Fred looked at the statue and admired its fluid lines. He understood it perfectly. It’s how he felt with his domineering wife, being held back while he reached for something better. Tuning out the rant Imelda was spewing for anyone within earshot. He smiled, he knew exactly how he was finally going to shake the one that held onto his ankle, pulling him back, holding him still.