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Sam and Me ~~~ The Great Mouse Debacle

Good morning People! Hope your weekend is off to a great start!

Earlier this week at my house we had a wee mouse problem. Notwen, my male cat caught a mouse and decided to play with it in my office. While he was playing with it, the mouse got loose and ran inside the motor compartment of my treadmill. That’s when the debacle began.

First I had to take the motor cover off the treadmill, hoping all the while the mouse didn’t decide I looked like a better place to hide. Sam meantime is trying to get the mouse for all his little heart would let him. The cats? Sleeping.

I got the cover off the motor and sure enough there was the mouse! It made a run for it with Sam on its long tail!! All over my room!! With me ‘ekking’!! The cats? Sleeping.

I have a small bookcase against one wall and the mouse made a run for it! Sure enough it got under it with Sam close behind him. So there I was, wondering how to get the mouse from under the bookcase without having to unload the many, many books on it! My knee was killing me, my tooth hurt and Sam was going nuts! The cats? Sleeping.

So I had this long metal rod, told Sam to keep a sharp eye out and swept the rod under the bookcase. All the time hoping once again the mouse didn’t decide to run straight to me, because people, me with a bum knee, I wasn’t moving too fast. This was after a rest in my chair drinking some cold water and listening to Sam snuff and sniff under the bookcase. The cats? Sleeping.

So I get down on the floor, groaning and moaning because I’m old and my knee hurt like hell. Sam is standing at the ready and I sweep that metal rod under the bookcase. I at least was smart enough to sweep it to the side away from me. Out comes that long-tailed little rodent as fast as his legs could go! Straight toward the treadmill again! Sam right behind him and this time Sam caught him!! Yea Sam!! The cats? Sleeping.

I yell at Sam to drop it! He drops it and I give it a hard rap with the metal rod. It’s dead. I’m huffing and puffing like I just ran 10 miles. Sam is looking at me like, “Mom can I eat it now??” The cats? Finally woke up and sauntered in for a bored look.

I yell at Sam not to eat the damn mouse! He looks hurt. I grab a bag to sweep the now dead mouse in, hoping it really is dead and not going to get up and run up my leg. The cats? Laying down watching us like we were weird……yawning.

I manage to push the dead mouse into the bag and close the bag, all the while Sam is looking like I stole his favorite chew toy. The cats? Sleeping…..again.

I hobble out to the kitchen, put the bag with the dead mouse in the trash bag, tie close the trash bag and hobble it out to the dumpster. Sam following my every footstep, wanting his new toy back. The cats? SLEEPING!!!!!

So I of course had to make a Sam and Me comic out of it. Enjoy.

(c) JLPhillips 2014
(c) JLPhillips 2014

 

**Please click on comic to make it larger**

 

Posted in Blog challenge, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, writing

Friday Fictioneers ~~ Sept 26, 2014

Yes, I know it’s only Wednesday (some places Thursday). But I will be busy Friday getting a tooth pulled (Ouchy) and so thought I better get this out while I can. Plus, as soon as I saw the picture prompt something came to mind. I thought I better write it down while I still remembered it. (old age sucks LOL)

FF is where around 100 people write a 100 word story based on the same picture. It’s a wonderful way of honing your writing craft or just reading some great writers.

Rochelle is our fearless leader in this shindig. Thank you Rochelle!  Click on Rochelle’s name and it will take you to her blog. That’s where you can read her amazing stories every week, or you can scroll down till you meet the blue critter, click on him and be taken to a land of many stories. Or even better join us!

 

Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford
Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

 

 

Genre: Mystery (99 words)

 

 

“99 bottles of beer on the wall! 99 bottles of beer!”

Stew and Jem fell on the floor giggling like the fools that they were. Each had a bottle in both hands, gulping from them in turn. The off tune singing slowly fell silent.

Shadows emerged and hefted the two men.

“Eight men so far tonight.”

“Yeah, it’s amazing what you can catch with a few words whispered, an unlocked door and a sleeping potion.”

Stew smiled and belched loudly in his sleep.

“Hope he enjoyed it, cus where he’s going he won’t see another drop.”

“The Master will be pleased.”

 

 

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Sept 19, 2014

Hello people! Once again it’s time for that world-famous Friday Fictioneers!

Thank you Rochelle, for hosting us every week. You do a most fantastic of jobs!

If you don’t know what FF’s is all about….where you been??? Kidding. Sort of.  Anyway, FF is where around 100 people write a 100 word story based on the same picture. It’s a wonderful way of honing your writing craft or just reading some great writers. Either way click on Rochelle’s name and it will take you to her blog. That’s where you can read her amazing stories every week, or you can scroll down till you meet the blue critter, click on him and be taken to a land of many stories. Or even better join us!

If my story today is bit odd, I blame it on meds I’m taking for a toothache. LOL That’s what I’m sticking to.

 

 

Copyright - Dawn Q. Landau
Copyright – Dawn Q. Landau

 

Genre: Tongue in Cheek (100 words)

 

I been working on placing these stones just so for nigh on 60 years. Old woman Hessa they call me. I be old and my name is Hessa, so I guess it fits.

I was ‘told’ to do this many years ago. A booming voice woke me up one night from a sound sleep.

“Hessa!  Make a mighty patchwork of stones on the ground. Work it daily. Pick the best rocks and lay them end to end. You will be rewarded greatly for your faith!”

So I work every day to make this perfect.

 

I just wish I could understand why the voice sounded like my cousin Will’s.

 

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I’m So Vain, This Post Is About Me! ~~~ Share Your World Week 37, 2014

Hello People! Hope everyone’s week is going super good.

Yes, it’s that time of week again when you get more than your fill of ME! 😉

Cee over at Cee’s Photography is the host of a weekly question challenge, where you answer four questions about yourself. Thanks Cee for this little bit of fun every week. Go ahead and visit Cee, she has more great challenges and beautiful pictures to look at.

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List three pet peeves.

1. Rude People.

2. Complainers. Now, I’m not talking about people who have illness’ or chronic pain or something like that. Usually these people are ones that complain the least! No, I’m talking about people who have a good life, good job, money in the bank and STILL find something to bitch about. Or people who complain about everything! Nothing is good enough, no one is good enough. Life sucks! I’ve known more than my fair share of people like this. They could have a million dollars, an easy life, good health and still complain. I’m just glad to be breathing every day. LOL

3. Drama. I hate drama! Not the kind you find in movies, TV shows or in books. I’m talking about being with someone and they make a scene in public, embarrass you in public. There always has to be some drama in their life and they want to tell you every. single. detail. These people usually don’t last long with me. Now again, I’m not talking about people who do have something life changing going on in their lives and need someone to talk to. I’m a great listener. I’m talking about drama queens or kings. They stub their toe on a chair leg and all of sudden they are dying! You all know what I’m talking about. You probably know, or have known someone like that at least once.

 

What makes you unique?

Besides just being me? Not a damn thing. LOL

Actually I’m of the school of thought that every one is unique. We all have unique talents, unique things that happen in our lives. Unique ways of looking at the world. Some maybe just a bit more than others. But under the sun we are all unique in some way.

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What would be your ideal birthday present, and why?

At this moment in time? A maid. Or a maid service. Since I hurt my knee a couple of months ago my house has turned into one gigantic mess. I hate it, but am limited to what I can do right now. The knee is getting better every week, but it’s a damn slow process. So with 3 animals living with me, my house is one big hairy mess! I try to do what I can every day, but it’s a never-ending ball of a mess that keeps getting away from me.

 

Which way does the toilet paper roll go? Over or under?

Well, the ones my cats don’t decide to destroy, over of course. I learned my lesson while living in Texas years ago. I had a roll that you had to reach on the bottom to grab the end. Well there was a surprise waiting for me one day. A black widow spider! Good thing I’m short so noticed it before actually touching it! Since then the end is always on top! Oh and you never saw a person move so fast in your life! Wiping or not! That spider had to go before I could do anything! LOL

 

 

So there you go folks! More of me you didn’t want to know. 🙂 So how is your week going?

 

 

 

Posted in Blogging, Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, poetry, postaday, Stories of my life

Aging ~~~ A Poem

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Aging

 

I sit, looking at my reflection in the mirror
One year older, another year added
Age is just a number they tell me
Nothing to be concerned about
It’s how you feel inside that matters
Then some days I must be 105

I see the silver in my hair
New lines in my face
Wondering how did I manage to get this far
What happened to all my plans? Dreams?
Now I seem stuck, here in the land of numbers
Neither can I go back nor forward, yet.

Life has not been easy, still I have been blessed
I am alive, able to see dreams become reality
No matter the number in my age
My dreams never fade, not really
Some just become more important than others
They shift, like the sands in my internal hourglass

I may be older, we all age if we are lucky
It’s nothing to be ashamed of, but to be proud
I have reached an age where I may move slower
I still question things, still look in wonder
That never ages and never will
Life is to be savored at any age, not taken for granted

So here I sit, a year older, still dreaming my dreams
I look at the wonders of the world, the tragedies.
Still glad to be alive, even if things are tough
As I have the ability to change things still
To live for another day, week, month, year
Gives me that much more time to make my dreams real.

My journey continues, till when? I do not know
I’m just glad that it does. For I have many dreams to fulfill
More adventures to have, people to meet
Never be afraid of aging, that is what I have learned
It’s a lesson I take to heart, one I never forget
As I move a bit slower, but ever onward in life well met.

 

 

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Sept. 12, 2014

It’s been a long time since I wrote something for Friday Fictioneers, so I thought what better time than my birthday! (Shameless plug! LOL)

I’ve missed writing these little 100 word stories every week, so here I am again! For those few newcomers who don’t know what Friday Fictioneers is, let me explain.

Friday Fictioneers is a group of very talented writers who write a 100 word story based solely on a picture. It’s an amazing way to hone your writing craft and great fun! It’s run by the super nice and super talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields from Addicted to Purple. If you would like to know more, or are interested in joining, just click on the link and go see for yourself. And while you are there, scroll down till you come across the little blue guy, click on him and read some really creative stories! Thanks for stopping in!

My story starts after the picture.

 

Copyright – Janet Webb
Copyright – Janet Webb

 

Genre: Horror? (100 words)

 

Faith looked at her recent purchase. Beautiful. The old antique dealer said it was magical. Faith blew him off, nonsense she said. She loved it because it was big, expensive and would show her beauty off nicely.

Like everything in her life, it was to show her at her best.

She stepped in front of the mirror. Later that day, people said they could hear her screams for blocks.

When the old man heard the news, he smiled. He did try to tell her that the mirror showed people as their true selves. He’ll retrieve the mirror once again, tomorrow.

 

 

Posted in Cee's Share Your World, Humor, Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, postaday, Stories of my life

How Much of Me Can You Handle?! ~~ 2014 Week 36

canadian-snow-humoure2808f_026Hello people! First I wanted to say something before we get into the Share Your World questions.

I AM NOT READY FOR WINTER!!!!!!!

Whew, glad I got that out of my system. The reason for the tiny meltdown, is last night and this morning we here in my part of Alberta Canada are having snow. Yes folks, you read that correctly. SNOW! The other day it was 27c (81F) today it is 1c (34F) with snow. We are also supposed to get an accumulation of about 5 – 10 cm (2-4 inches). This is crazy! It’s not even the middle of September yet. I am just not ready for this crap yet.

Any readers out there in warm climates wanting to have a room-mate for say, about 6 months?? Anyone?? I don’t take up much room, promise. I don’t eat much. In fact I’ll be your cook! I’m a great cook, I cook, you eat, I stay at your house. Good deal right? No? Maybe??

Well think about it and get back to me by the end of the week (I do have a valid passport).

Ok, now on with the questions. Cee from Cee’s Photography has asked us 4 good questions again this week. Thanks Cee.

 

 

Do you prefer reading coffee table books (picture), biographies, fiction, non-fiction, educational?

I will read just about anything I can get my hands on. All though, looking at picture books is not really reading is it? Never mind. I enjoy beautiful pictures too. I prefer fiction or biographies, but like I said I’ll read anything, even my own stories!

What is your biggest fear or phobia? (no photos please)

I would have to say my biggest phobia is bees. I’m allergic to bees so that tends to play a big part in my phobia. I’m not as frightened as when I was younger, but I don’t like them to get too close to me. I was stung for the first time in years last summer. A bee flew up my pants leg and stung my shin about 3 times before I got it out. Thankfully, I didn’t pass out as I usually do, but I had to ice the shin down as it swelled quite large because of it.  The next one is spiders. Ugh.

What is your favorite cheese?

I would have to say my all time favorite is Colby. I don’t find it very often here where I live in Canada. When I lived in the states I could find it quite easily. I love that cheese. Anyone want to send me some? Now, I buy Swiss a lot, or mild cheddar. I love most cheeses except the ones that smell and have mold on it….

What is your favorite month of the year?

September has always been my favorite. Not only is it my birthday month (the 12th), it’s usually a beautiful one with the fall colors starting and cool days, bright blue skies and fluffy white clouds.

 

 

So there you have it. This week’s bit about me. So what’s your favorite month?

 

 

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The Meeting

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I took a sip of my cooling coffee and watched the other patrons of the café.  I didn’t know any of them and they didn’t know me. Or so I thought.

I was on holiday. I didn’t want to know anyone. I didn’t want to be disturbed. I wanted a little peace and quiet for a while. So in my office last week I put a map of the world up on the wall,  closed my eyes, threw a dart and where it landed was where I was going.

So, here I was. Drinking a flavorful cup of Joe, feeling the tension between my shoulder blades finally dissipating. Through half closed eyes of contentment, I watched a young mother and her tow headed young charge laugh at the antics of a small puppy at their feet through the large picture window that faced the outside patio.

My chair leaned against the wall behind me as I took in the calm scene. Old habits die-hard, my back was always against a wall,  in my business ingrained habits might just save your life.

I nodded at the waitress and held my coffee cup up for another refill. I was enjoying the quiet of the little café. Smiling to myself I thought I should have taken a holiday months ago. The waitress wandered over and poured me another steaming cup of black gold, gave me a small nod and walked away.

I heard the tinkle of the bell over the café door and casually glanced over. A tall thin man stood just inside the door. I felt a small fissure along my skin, telling me this man was here for me. I get those feelings sometimes. I don’t question them anymore. I watched him slowly glance around the half empty café till his eyes landed on me.

I stayed in my relaxed position, waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do. I couldn’t see his face yet, as it was shaded by a round derby hat and the sunlight behind him afforded him the anonymity of shadow. Through my half closed eyes I watched him walk slowly towards me. I put my cup down on the small round table in front of me and rested my hands next to it. The man stopped in front of my table.

“Hello are you Charly Cumberstoke? Better known as CC?”

I almost said a flat-out no, but my damned curiosity came into play. One of these times that same curiosity is going to get me killed.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

He gestured toward the empty chair and asked, “May I?”

I nodded. I was still cautious, it pays to be in my line of work.

He sat and pulled off his cap. I took a long hard look at his face. Narrow, with a long nose, long chin, and unusually pretty eyes for a man. Wide, steel grey with long black lashes framing them. I knew several women that would have been jealous of eyes like that. His black curly hair just brushed his forehead. I didn’t know the face, and I remembered faces. His was not one most would forget. I wanted to ask how he found me, but figured he’d get around to telling me soon enough.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

His voice was soft, cultured is how I would describe it. Wasn’t New Briton, Oz Land maybe. High end either way. What I could see of his hands clasped in front of him, they were soft, non-callused. His eyes stayed steady on mine, calm from what I could tell. One cool, long-legged man.

“Why?”

“I have a job for you.”

“I’m on holidays.”

“You’re a hard person to track down. I had to employ rather nefarious means to find you.”

“I’m still on holidays.”

I tensed as he reached inside his coat pocket. His hand stopped for a second then slowly pulled an envelope from it. He put it on the table and pushed it to me. I glanced at it and saw my name written in a bold hand across the rather pristine front.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow in question.

“I don’t know what the letter says Ms. CC. I just do as my master tells me.”

“And who would your master be?”

“I’m sure the letter will explain everything, if you would be so kind as to read it.”

I picked it up and stared at it. I’m not sure why, but I didn’t want to open it. Cowardly of me, which is usually not my problem. I guess the only way I would get answers is to read the damn thing.

“I believe I shall see if this establishment has anything of a decent tea to drink. I will leave you to your reading Ms. CC.”

With that, he got up and walked to the counter to order his tea. I looked at the letter again and with a reluctant sigh tore it open and pulled out a single piece of white vellum. As I read my heart stopped for a moment and then I felt my anger stir. Of all the damned nerve!

I slowly, with my anger burning deep, put the letter back into the envelope. I waited for the stranger to sit back down.

“I had to explain to the waitress how to make a decent cup of tea. It’s amazing that she didn’t know how!”

“Never mind about the damned tea. Who are you?”

“My name is Michaels. I am Mr. Cumberstokes manservant.”

“I don’t know how my no good father put you up to this, but it’s not funny.”

“No jokes Ms. CC. Your father needs your help.”

“My father hasn’t needed me since he walked out when I was a kid.”

“I’m sure it’s something he regrets.”

I just laughed at the absurdity of the whole thing. Something stirred in my mind. Old forgotten memories. Ah, shit, I was going to go meet my father, who I haven’t seen in over 25 years. This should be interesting…………

 

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This story was done for the Daily Post’s daily prompt, Greetings, Stranger. I have also brought back my favorite character CC whom I have written about in previous stories. To read the first one, please go here. Thanks for stopping in and giving my story a read. Hope you enjoyed it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Comic ~ Sam and Me, Humor, Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, postaday, Stories of my life

Sam and Me Comic ~~ The Torturous Bed

As many of you know, I hurt my knee a few months ago. It’s been a slow, long healing process that I am still going through. What doesn’t help is that my bed is the bed from hell. I go to bed and my knee is feeling pretty good. I get up in the morning and my knee hurts like hell, I’m tired yet and I have more body aches than I can count. The only thing I can figure out is my bed is the Torturous Bed!

Well that’s my opinion. I know I need a new mattress, but I can’t afford one. Anyone out there want to buy me a new one? No? Anyone? LOL

I thought a new Sam and Me comic was in order today showing my bed as an evil thing…..hope you enjoy!

 

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Posted in Blog challenge, Blogging, Cee's Share Your World, Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction

It’s Me Again! ~~~ Share Your World ~ Week 35

First I’d like to thank Cee from Cee’s Photography for this weekly get together. Thanks Cee!

For Share Your World, Cee asks 4 questions and we answer them, it’s a nice way to get to know your fellow bloggers. Come join us!

 

 

 

Have your blogging goals changed?

Not really. I started this blog 2 years ago to put my writing out there. That’s what I still do. I needed a place to write stories and see if anyone enjoyed reading them. This blog lets me do it. A really nice bonus to this is that I have ‘met’ some really great people in the blogging community and have become wonderful friends with. It’s nice to be surrounded by good people.

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If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do?

I would have to work with the animals some how. I love animals and I want to make sure the animals in a circus were treated right. I don’t really believe in putting animals in cages for the enjoyment of humans, so my circus would be for the small animals that are able to live with people and be happy. No elephants or tigers and such, they should be in their own environment. Maybe dogs, cats, small domesticated, trained animals. They would of course be spoiled rotten. Because that’s just what I do. 🙂

 

If you could go back and talk to yourself at age 18 what advice would you give yourself?  Or if you are younger than 25 what words of wisdom would you like to tell yourself at age 45?

This is a more complicated question than you would think. I could go back and tell my younger self not to marry that Texan. He is bad news. I should have went with my girlfriend and her family and moved to another town when I was invited to join them. Would have saved years of hurt, fear and abuse. But then, my life would have changed so dramatically and I wouldn’t be where I am today or more importantly WHO I am today. So it’s a tough call.

One thing I would tell my younger self for sure though its….smarten up about your health! Eat healthy, don’t ever smoke ( I quit cold turkey 8 years ago), and watch your sugar intake! Don’t ever think that your health is something you will have forever, because if you don’t eat smart, exercise and take care of yourself, you will regret it when you are older.

I would also tell myself when I was younger to never give up your dreams just because someone else says they are foolish. They are YOUR dreams and you should follow them.

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What is your favorite comfort snack food?

Well since I can’t have sweets (I’m a diabetic) M & M’s are no longer an option.

So I will go with unsalted Saltine crackers. Sounds weird I know. But I love the taste, nothing on them, well maybe some cheese sometimes, but I can sit and eat saltines and feel comforted by them somehow. I love the crunch and the flavor.

 

That’s it for this week people. So are your blogging goals the same as when you first started?