Is Leftovers Friday or Inspirational Friday?

Oh, hello. I didn’t see you there!

I was pleasantly surprised this year by Thanksgiving. Last year I was also surprised by Thanksgiving, but it was the terrible surprise where your heart is stuck in your throat, and you can’t think of anything better to do than call 9-1-1. By comparison alone, this Thanksgiving was amazing. I cooked a lovely dinner, albeit without turkey, and sipped beer with my dad and boyfriend. We played varying mind games, and laughed. I am so grateful to be surrounded by people who love me, to have the opportunity to go to college, and to have a job that’s fun and challenging. I really want to thank you also, dear reader. I know I’ve been slow about posting, but I appreciate you taking the time to read over this.

Feel free to comment, to say hello or otherwise. It’s inspiration Friday and if you’d like to share some ideas, go ahead. I hope these amuse and perplex you.


This is the story of the Thanksgiving revolt. The pies began smoldering and grumbling within the oven, and the mash potatoes stirred uncomfortably. They plotted.

3D glasses that unlock one more dimension, one more layer to view

Truth thins that temptation, the thickening theory that tiptoes too close.

Cross Step Waltz

With all the snow, it was like she was driving inside a long white tunnel. The only indication of anything else on the road where pin-points of light. Red dots, green dots, and two yellow dots that seem to be getting closer.

It took a lot of work to dig a hole big enough for the well.

Curl, storm, abyss

I went to the store and I bought milk, kitty litter, apricots, sandals, towel, snow shoes, sunglasses, raspberry vodka, lime juice,  a menorah, a crucifix, a Qur’an, an icicle, a three legged Doberman puppy named Glickman with a hole in one ear, a kitty litter scoop,  lotion, an adjective scrapper, and duct tape that has zebra stripes. Man, next time I really should make a budget beforehand.

“Well, in retrospect we should have suspected the acidic compound would mutate the base. But honestly, Jenkins, I thought you knew to put a lock on the grasshopper’s cage.”

When the situation flips:





And remember:



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