Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Quilly is at it again! Handing out old words and challenging us to use them creatively! Well, everyone wanted Adam to be part of the problem, so here it is!
Adam sat at the lunch table and stared at the sandwich Mrs. Carmody had packed for him. As usual, the peanut butter was so spiscious that he knew it would dwarf the taste of the jelly. He decided to pitch it and go get something from the vending machine. Pulling money out of his pocket that he had liberated from the teacher’s purse, he realized that he could suffarcinate on carbs and sugar. He eagerly searched the choices behind the glass only to find that nothing looked the least bit appealing. Some do-gooders had gotten to this machine and required them to offer healthy stuff. Adam’s tristifical response to this final insult caused heads to turn as he flung himself down on the floor howling. When Adam felt adult hands pulling him to his feet, he snapped. He wrenched himself free, took off running down the hall, went out the front door, and disappeared through the back yards across from the school.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
2. Tell me about one pivotal moment in your life.
3. About favorite colors--a lot of people will ask you what it is, but I want to know why it is. What feeling or memory does it evoke? Blue. It looks good on me, I have blue eyes. Blue skies, blue is cool and soothing. I really like yellow because of the bright, happy aura it projects, but it's not my favorite.
4. What's a sure sign that you're getting older? My mother's voice is coming out of my mouth more and more.
5. Please don't sermonize, but Halloween--is it a yes or no for you? Yes, but not the creepy stuff. I don't concede one single day to the Enemy.
6. What's your favorite musical? Fiddler on the Roof
7. Are you more of a city mouse or country mouse? Country -- although suburbs would be more appropriate
8. Did you know that it is possible, for a small fee, to name a real star after someone? (It's true! Google it!) If someone were to name a star for you, would you appreciate it for its whimsy and romance, or would you say, "Are you kidding me? For $19.95 we could have gone to the movie and actually bought popcorn." We did this for my brother in law years ago....but for me, I don't know. God already knows the stars by name, so I don't figure I need to improve on that.
This question comes from Paula at His Ways Are Not Our Ways.
9. What's the craziest thing you've ever been doing and texted during it? I only thought of this b/c I was about to try to text during my walking video but I didn't. I don't text.
10. "It's not a party unless _______." they serve chocolate.
11. When you're stuck in traffic or a waiting room, what do you do to pass the time? PS: There are no magazines available. Play games on my iTouch.
12. If you weren't yourself, would you be friends with you? Not sure. If I wasn't myself I'd probably be somebody really cool and self-assured and I'd think that I was a bit of a geek.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
On October 31, 1517, Martin Luther nailed 95 theses to the door of All Saints Church in Wittenberg. In doing so, he broke faith with the church he loved and longed to serve, but which had moved far from where it had been left by Christ.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
we were commiserating over the words that some idiot posted for the Wordzzle this week.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
It's Quilly Time again! Step up to the challenge and help us rescue obscure, dying words! This week's are maleolent, xenization, and pigritude. Play along by writing a story or an installment of a story...it's fun! Thanks again Quilly!
Alice stared with dismay at the piles of paper on her desk. She had only been gone a week from the office, but there was at least three weeks worth of work piled there. Petitions, pleas, motions, and decrees were staring at her, challenging her to get past her pigritude and enter into a state of productivity. Guiltily, she realized that if she didn’t do so, other people whose income depended on her generating income would also be adversely affected. She sighed and started working through the first pile.
Four billable hours later, Alice stretched and realized she was hungry. A search in the office refrigerator revealed only a maleolent container of dubious origin. Making a face she quickly dropped it into the trash bin and grabbed a chewy bar from the basket on the counter. On her way back to her office, she stopped to chat with her legal assistant, Kat. This sparkly young lady, freshly graduated from college, had been Alice’s first legal client. Alice remembered that serving as Kat’s guardian ad litem had been a thrill and a challenge. Fortunately, the willful young Kat had turned into a determined young Kat on a very different path.
“So Kat,” began Alice. “If you’re a 9 year old boy and you don’t know who to trust, what do you do?” She had filled Kat in on the details of Adam’s case earlier just in case the Bar Ethics committee came looking for Alice at the behest of Adam’s father. The young lady’s smile faded, and she began slowly. “Well . . . you may not want to hear this Alice, but I think the boy is a danger to himself and others. With what he’s been through, it would be completely normal for him to be abnormal, if you know what I mean. Kids who are abused often hide within themselves. What’s left for outsiders to deal with is often a mask – and kids are smart. They know which mask to use with each adult they encounter. You said he took to Luke like a house afire, but took all afternoon to trust you. He could be engaging in a kind of xenization within the world he finds himself, but adapting quickly. That kind of adaptation is highly unstable.” She paused, “I should know. I did it myself.”
“But you never hurt anyone,” Alice countered. “No…but do you remember that I cut all the stuffed animals in the house to ribbons when I was placed with that one family?”Kat asked. “Yes, and boy did it take some fast talking with the judge for me to keep you out of the looney bin!” Alice agreed. “Well, the father in that family reminded me of my abuser. I just had a feeling about it and was terrified. That was the only way I had figured out to get out of the situation. Now think about Adam. He was in the woods with his mom, who he feels a need to save, and here comes Luke who wants to save him by taking him away from his mom. He didn’t have any scissors or stuffed animals. He had to stop Luke in whatever way he could.”
The girl paused, then continued. “Alice, I think he could be a danger to the Carmody family. There may be some part of what his dad is saying that is true – Adam is sick and needs some help. Even if he's the one who has created the situation, he may be right about its effect in Adam. And, one thing you have taught me Alice is that just because you don't like Trent Tradoch doesn't mean he is the one who abused Adam.”
“Thanks, Kat,” Alice replied. “I needed your perspective. I think I need to make some phone calls."
"Alice, one more thing?" inquired Kat. Alice nodded for her to go ahead. "Is Luke still on the "Do Not Accept Calls" List?" Alice laughed and said, "I guess not. We have a lot to talk about." Kat's sunny smile broke back out, "then do you want to know that he has called seven time this morning? And the last time he said he'd be coming over with lunch at 11:30?"
Kat thought she heard Alice humming as she went back to her office.
Last Friday I was reviewing part of my Bible Study lesson. It suggested that we make a list of all the people we come into contact with each day, and pray that our interactions with them would be as befits someone who says they live to serve the Lord. That I morning I prayed specifically about my going to the gym later, as that is the arena where I am surrounded by the largest number of people who I don't know their 'religious' views. I prayed that I would model Christ in a way that pleases Him.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
2. Briefly, what was the first conversation you ever had with your spouse? (or best friend, if you're not married.) (Or someone significant, like your librarian.) I thought my spouse was interested in my friend I ran around with so I didn't talk to him. His first memorable question to me was, "do you want to dance?" I was astonished because she was a former model - why on earth would he be asking ME to dance?
5. Name something about childhood that you miss (like Clark Bars, Teaberry Gum, Malibu Barbie, cracking fake eggs on people's heads with your fist and "It's the Great Pumpkin" airing only once a year).
Monday, October 19, 2009
Microfiction means the shortest of short stories. Think Aesop's fables, comic strips, or even jokes: they're complete stories that can be told in under a minute. For this game, the limit is a tweetable 140 characters or fewer.
Every Sunday evening I'll post my own 'microfiction' inspired by a photo or illustration. If you'd like to join me, just use that week's picture for your own 140-story, and let your imagination go wild. If that degree of brevity scares you, feel free to use my own microfiction of the week as your first line instead, and spin something longer.
You can leave your story in the comments here, or post on your own blog and leave your link in these comments instead: I'll switch to Mr. Linky if we get a few folks playing along. (Southlakesmom note: PLAY EVERYONE! WE LOVE MR. LINKY)
Saturday, October 17, 2009
A- Advocate for: Truth
B- Best Feature: Moments of Humility
C- Could do without: TV, Pop Culture, Politics
D- Dreams and desires: Dream and desire is to live honestly and in Truth
E- Essential items: my family
F- Favorite past time: writing
G- Good at: cooking, writing, getting teenagers out of bed in time for the bus
H- Have never tried: skydiving
I- If I had a million dollars: I'd divide it between some missionaries we support, wounded warriors, and Crystal Peaks Ranch
J- Junkie for: chocolate
K- Kindred spirit: my friend, K.H.
L- Little known fact: I was born with reverse club feet.
M- Memorable moment: the first time I held my first child in my arms
N- Never again will I: say never again
O- Occasional indulgence: chocolate, red wine
P- Profession: lawyer, mom (no one pays me for being a mom but the rewards are infinitely better)
Q- Quote: "You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."
- spoken by Atticus Finch, by Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
R- Reason to smile: my God, my family
S- Sorry about: the ways in which I disappoint the one who created me
T- Things you are worrying about right now: I don't worry.
U- Uninterested in: pop culture, TV
V- Very scared of: nothing. See "T"
W- Worst habits: judgmentalism, intransigence
Y- Yummiest dessert: Quick After Battle Triple Chocolate Cake
X- X marks my ideal vacation spot: Germany
Z- Zodiac sign: Libra
Friday, October 16, 2009
I love the internet most of the time. One can experience the entire range of emotions without leaving a comfy chair or even changing out of pajamas!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Alice and her dad crept up to the campsite where Adam had called from. They didn’t know what the boy’s words had meant. Alice hoped against hope that Adam was innocent in all this but she was beginning to wonder.
Peering through the foliage, an awful sight greeted them. Luke was sprawled face down on the ground with a huge wound at the back of his skull. From where they were, Alice and Sam could not discern whether Luke was breathing. There was no sign of Adam.
Before Sam could stop her, Alice rushed into the clearing. She kneeled down beside Luke and checked for breath. It was shallow but steady. She checked his pulse and was reassured that he was indeed, stable. The wound was messy but apparently his hard headedness had other benefits than just driving her crazy. Alice arose and looked around.
From behind a fat pine tree, Adam stepped out. He was covered with blood. “Adam, are you okay?” Alice asked. The boy nodded an affirmative. Looking off to his left he said to someone else, “it’s okay. It’s Alice. We can trust her.” A woman emerged from the woods to stand beside Adam. “Alice, I’m sorry but Luke tried to tie her up. I had to hurt him to stop him from hurting my mother.” Adam’s voice was trembling.
Alice spoke to the woman. “I’m trying to help your son. This isn’t the way to go about it.”
The woman replied in a flat voice, “there’s no hope. His father will get him back because he has all the money. He always wins.” She sat down suddenly and buried her head in her arms. Adam dropped down and put his arms around her.
Alice approached them cautiously but steadily. She sat down across from the pair. “Adam, you have to help me here. You’re the key to getting your mother some help and keeping you safe. You’re old enough now to say what has happened and who has done it. I made arrangements for you to go someplace safe, and I’m sure your mother can come with you.” Alice wondered where she had been all this time, but now was not the time to ask.
The woman shook her head “no” and appeared to shrink within herself. “I’m not going back. If I do, it will hurt Adam.” She turned to her son, “Adam, you need to go with this lady and make a new life for yourself. If your dad can get to me, he will control you. I will never be far away, and if you really need to see me, I’ll arrange it. But I have to stay away from you in order to protect you.”
To Alice she said, “in the safe deposit box at Merchant’s Trust, Number 237, is a medical file. It shows all of the abuses Adam has suffered at the hands of his father over the years. Adam knows where the key is hidden.”
Alice asked, “why haven’t you come forward before? Why can’t you come forward now? We have laws that protect women and children from abuse!”
The woman shook her head. She turned to Adam and with a tenellous gesture, smoothed the hair on the back of his head. “I have to go Adam. She needs to call for some help for that man.” And with that statement, she began walking back into the woods.
Three days later Alice was in a courtroom as a witness. She listened as Adam’s father, Trent Tradoch, talked about the boy’s mental instability. “He wanders nubivagantly, occasionally talking to himself, and occasionally causing himself injury. That’s all those injuries are – nothing more. As for this story about his mother, it’s all a fairy tale. She has never been interested in him. My son is seriously ill, and no one but me knows how to deal with him.” The man sounded as if his heart was breaking, but Alice didn’t know what to think.
The District Attorney asked for more time for the court to assess Adam and the judge granted it. In the meantime, Adam was to stay in protective custody with Ben Carmody’s family.
That evening, back at the farm, Alice and Luke sat on the front step watching the sun set and talking about Adam. The bandage on Luke's head was a reminder to Alice that this was more than just an interesting story. It was real and had happened in her life. “The trouble is, I don’t know what to believe,” Alice said. Luke agreed, “yeah, until the rock hit my head I thought he was just a young kid needing help. Now I wonder whether there’s something more going on with him. Alice, why didn’t the DA introduce those medical records we found in the safety deposit box?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know. For some reason he thinks they’re not utible in court. There’s more to this than either one of us can fathom.”
Luke smiled at her, “well, at least it got us talking again, and you don’t seem very mad at me anymore.”
Alice smiled back, “Luke, I’m going to have a hard time trusting you after what you’ve put me through, but seeing you lying on the ground like that, and thinking you were dead…” her voice trailed off.
Luke whispered, “you wanted to come and give me mouth to mouth, right?”
Alice snorted, “no, more like CPR so I could pound on your chest and call it medical attention!”
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I go to Community Bible Study at Christian Fellowship Church in Ashburn, Virginia every Wednesday. It's not my home church, but my home church isn't big enough to host a CBS class. CFC is a BBIIGG church. They have a coffee shop and lunch counter, play area inside, and a bookstore. It's also a very generous church. They bend over backwards and turn inside out to accommodate our class meeting there. They are incredibly faithful stewards with what God has given them.
Lidna, over at 2nd Cup of Coffee, asks a Random Dozen questions each Wednesday. You can answer in as much detail as you want . . . or not! Thanks Lidna!
1. I've always wondered why we were taught both printing and cursive. Do you prefer to print or write cursive? (Keyboard is not a choice.) I do a mixture of both. If I'm writing to my grandmother, my best cursive. If I'm leaving a note that has to be clearly understood, I print. Anywhere in between, I do sort of a "cursint". It's legible and quick.
2. Are you a dreamer or a realist? Yes. Dreamer for my kids, realist for me.
3. Billy Joel or Elton John? Billy Joel, definitely. Elton John is just creepy. Talented, but creepy.
4. What is the scariest movie you've ever seen? Not limited to horror flicks but also includes ones where the tension or suspense is killer, for example, Flightplan (2005): A bereaved woman and her daughter are flying home from Berlin to America. At 30,000 feet the child vanishes and nobody admits she was ever on that plan. I don't watch these movies. My empathy threshold is too low.
I mean really, I used to cry when the commercial came on at Christmas where the college kid came home at night and started the Maxwell House perking and the little brother came down and said, "Joey's home!" or whatever. You think I can sit through a whole movie where a kid is endangered?
5. Now what is the scariest real-life moment you've had? Child's cord wrapped around her neck during birth, and 30 second emergency C-section.
6. What word do you misspell without fail? I rarely misspell words. I mistype words, but not misspell. It's a gift. Or a curse. Depends on your point of view. The curse is that texting abbreviations really bug me. Or misspellings on blogs or websites. If they're my friends and trying to sell something, I have to point it out to them. I call it courtesy. They probably call it Anal-retentive.
7. Name something you like to do but are not really talented or good at. Being a sensible human being I tend to AVOID things that make me look stupid (like things I'm not talented or good at), but I do work out. And I know I look stupid doing so.
8. Do you get your emotional/mental batteries recharged by being around people or by having alone time? Yes. Depends on the people.
9. Have you ever been on TV? Well, I've sat on one that was on the floor. The really big old-fashioned kind with a CRT so there was enough width to sit.
10. Apple or pumpkin pie? (Don't be greedy.) Pumpkin. All the way. Every day. Any time.
11. How many magazine subscriptions do you have? Ummm, I think 4. And they are all gifts from others! When my kids were little and I read Family Fun magazine I realized that most magazines were designed to make me dissatisfied with my life…and I stopped getting them.
12. What lesson do you have to keep re-learning? Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your path straight. I can memorize it, I can quote it, but can I do it for more than 2 minutes at a time? Sheesh. I'm a slow learner.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
ROAD OFC NOKTRNL
2 TYPE A (ON A REALLY BIG SUV)
EYE OD (ON A CONVERTIBLE SAAB)
PRYVTR (ON A BIG LINCOLN TOWN CAR)
FORTUN8 AKWA DOG
BKFLOW (A PLUMBING TRUCK)
Feel free to post your guesses! I don't think I'll ever run out of vanity plates here in the D.C. area!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I think one of Quilly's missions in life is to help us overcome writer's block. Unfortunately, the words in Three Word Thursday do not always contribute to a cure. Obsolete, discarded, and unloved words find their way into her meme and challenge us to think beyond the obvious. Well, I'm not sure I was able to succeed in that this week, but I have given it a valiant try. If you read this and think you can do better, you probably can, so please do! Join us! And leave comments!
p.s. I really struggled with misqueme -- I couldn't decide whether it was a noun or a verb. Quilly used it as a noun which 'sounds' right to me, but when I googled it, others used it as a verb. Oh well. Maybe that's why it's obsolete.
Muriel awoke feeling vaguely out of sorts with the world. Wondering whether she should indulge the mood or shake it off, she pulled herself out of the warm cocoon of covers and plodded to the kitchen. Her brain screamed, “COFFEE!” but the carafe was empty. “Oh, the pain of having to make my own coffee and then wait for it to perk,” she grumbled.
The coffee maker began its comforting hum of noises that indicated the precious brew was on its way, so she turned her attention to the newspaper headlines. It was all bad news, gloom and doom. She flipped the paper over to read the headlines beneath the fold. They weren’t quite as lurid, but they were still far from anything that would inspire a person to go out and face the day.
Muriel sighed and pulled the Food section out. At this she brightened. The first page story was about a new confectioner’s opening up in her area. She wondered whether this tragematopolist would carry her favorite German goodies, Kinder Eggs. Muriel loved how the thin layer of absolutely delicious chocolate concealed a capsule in which a small toy was secreted. One of her favorite tricks was to remove the toy, seal the capsule, and poke it into the pot of a giant plant at the mall. She imagined the finder of the capsule as different people. Its vacivity disappointed a small child, annoyed a gardener, or even threw a Secret Service agent into full-alarm mode if the First Family was shopping nearby. These scenarios led to endless imaginative plays in her mind, none of which ever seemed worthy to set down in her writing.
Muriel was shaken out of her reverie when the coffee pot beeped, and armed with a fresh cup, she began her day in earnest. Seated in front of her computer screen, she was once again confronted by her stalled story. When she had last left it, the heroine had misquemed the sheriff, the boy was still in danger and the hero was hurt. The dogs were clearly the solution to the problem but how could she work them in?