This week’s words are: extreme, heel,whisper, latest, clerk
I’m going to go back to #findmolly and see where the words take me.
Willie stared at the photo on his phone. Molly. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Not that he wanted to. He loved her. He also couldn’t get the words ‘he got her’ out of his mind. What did her sister mean? “Who would take Molly?” he whispered.
Dennis, his former partner on the force, strode up to him. “So, I talked to the clerk for the parks service. The latest is that this pool has been closed for a month. I don’t know who would want to break in here, but there’s nothing to be had. It’s been empty. Even the racoons don’t want anything to do with it.”
“I see.” Willie scrubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. “Why would someone do something so extreme as to leave Nikki here and in such bad shape? How is she?” he asked. “They won’t let me see her.”
“The bruises are nasty and she’s got a concussion, but they’re keeping you away because they’re worried you’re the target,” Dennis said. “You haven’t given up looking for Molly and it’s been almost a year. She’s gone. She doesn’t want you and she’s not coming back. Get that through your head and move on.” Dennis turned on his heel and walked away.
Willie gritted his teeth. Now he remembered why he’d chosen not to be partnered with Dennis–the man quit too easily and wouldn’t chase leads. Now he wondered what in the name of God Dennis knew. He’d been too quick to dismiss this case and too quick to decide Molly was gone. What did he know? Was he the ‘he’ Nikki referred to?
This week’s blog post concerns a TV Show/Movie/Book that could be about me.
Oh boy… I’m rather at a loss. I don’t watch much television that’s not true crime. I have no desires to commit a crime and I have no desire to do someone a mischief, so I’m pretty sure true crime shows aren’t going to be the story of my life. I love the show M*A*S*H, too, but I’m not a doctor and I’m not that fast at one-liners. Then again, I don’t have a personal writer to write my lines. All I’ve got is me. Lol. I don’t watch reality TV because I can’t stand the jerky camera angles and I hate watching the car races when they use the drone video because it makes me nauseous.
As for the movies I watch, I’m not going to be an Avenger any time soon and I’m not a member of the A-Team, so those don’t apply. Oh and I won’t turn into cartoon character, so Disney movies are out, too.
Books…I’d rather write them, then try to figure out which one seems the most like me, so that’s sort of a non-starter.
I guess the closest I could come to a book/tv show or movie being sort of, kind of about me would be parts of Are You Being Served? I’m good at being dingy when I’m not trying to be and I try to help, but it doesn’t always work out. I hated working at the five-n-dime I worked at back in the day because customer services wasn’t my thing. I won’t lie. I hated being yelled at when someone didn’t get what they wanted–lottery tickets that weren’t winners, products that weren’t in stock or products that weren’t what they expected them to be. I can say I did have an experience where a child aimed his toy/plastic gun at me when I was ringing out his mother’s purchases when I ran the register and I told the kid not to aim at people. Instead of the mother telling the child not to aim at people, she chewed me out for reprimanding her son. Mrs. Slocum, a character from AYBS? has a similar thing happen, but it’s a water pistol and she does get shot in the face. Not fun, but it happens.
What about you? What book/show/movie would personify your life?
This week’s post concerns Five Items I Can’t Live Without. In some ways this is easy. In others, it’s hard. Are we talking items as in VERY generic? Or five things around the house? So I’m going to answer this a couple ways.
Here’s the generic list:
Clothes – I’m not a nudist and haven’t been since I was two.
Socks – I hate having cold feet.
My fitness watch – I appreciate knowing how far I’ve gone and that I’ve met my goals.
My otter bracelet – the tot had an otter toy and there’s a long story with it, but suffice it to say, the bracelet reminds me of tot
my wedding ring – it’s just part of me.
So here’s the list of stuff that’s not really stuff, but I still can’t live without it.
So there we go. What about you? How would you answer this one?
This week’s post concerns my Favorite Holiday (and a recipe).
My favorite holiday is Halloween. I don’t have any great recipes to go along with Halloween because I’m not much of a cook. Why Halloween? I hate being scared. I hate being startled. That said, I do like the inventiveness of the holiday. I love seeing how others decorate their space for the holiday. I like seeing the different displays and the interpretations. My tot loves to decorate our house for the event and even created his own sculpture to use outside. It’s pretty cool. I don’t have pictures of his work because he gets protective of it.
This show scared the living hell out of me, but I still wanted to watch it. There’s a creepy old guy who tells a ghost story, ghosty pirates that show up and it gets scary. Now, being five when the show came on TV, I was scared. But I loved it – because I could turn it off. You can’t turn off a haunted house.
The other reason Halloween is my favorite holiday is something that Garfield says… “Halloween’s my kind of a holiday. It’s not like those other stupid holidays. I don’t get pine needles in my paws, there’s no dumb bunnies, no fireworks, no relatives, just candy. Boom, you go out and get candy. It’s as simple as that. Simple, that’s me.”
Maybe that sounds greedy. Maybe it sounds miserly. I’m not wild about crowds and I don’t like being hugged. I like fireworks, but it scares the hell out of my dogs. Plus, I like candy.
What about you? What’s your favorite holiday and do YOU have a recipe? I can’t cook, but maybe I can make your recipe. It’s possible. 🙂
This week’s post concerns the best autobiography or biography. I rather looked forward to this post because I just read a book that was darn fantastic. Just as I Am by Cicely Tyson, her autobiography. First off, I didn’t know much about her, but the photo on the front captivated me. Then I read it and wow. This woman lived and she was so cool. The book reads like a conversation between friends, too. I recommend it.
And I know there may not be as many Beatles fans here, but The Beatles by Bob Spitz is pretty darn comprehensive for a biography. It’s long, but recommended because it’s in-depth. I loved it.
What books do you recommend? I’m all ears…or in this case, eyes. 🙂
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This week’s topic, which I am late to getting to is who inspired you. I’d initially thought this was a toughie. But then I got to thinking about it. It’s not that hard after all.
My dear friend, I’ll call her E since she’s not online and isn’t going to see this, is the type of person who is always on the go. Always moving, always doing, always helping. Then she fell. The fall wasn’t so bad, but she developed a blood clot. The clot moved around, as they do, and she started having other problems. She’ll need to a couple other surgeries, but one involves having her heart fixed. Now all while she’s dealt with this, she’s been so upbeat.
Then came the day she wasn’t herself. She’d come to a group meeting we had and just wasn’t herself. She’s normally on the ball and sharp but this time she wasn’t. Turned out, she was in the early stages of having a stroke.
Now on to why she’s inspired me. She’s inspired me because she sure did have that stroke and it sidelined her. She can’t go, go, go the way she used to. But she hasn’t given up, either. She’s gotten right on therapy and is home. She’s walking, talking and doing many things like normal, but she gets tired easily. She sometimes gets distracted, too. But she’s kept going. She may never get back to go, go, go, but she’ll darn well try.
That’s why she inspired me to never give up, no matter the odds.
What about you? Who inspired you? I’d love to know.
Check out the other posts and add your own. Meanwhile, this week’s post concerns the saddest book I’ve ever read.
I had to think about this one and came up with three.
The first one to come to mind was She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb. I remember feeling so distraught for the main character and overwhelmed by the situations she gets into. My heart hurt for her because she’d been hurt. I can tell you I never read the book again.
The second one that comes to mind is Charlotte’s Web. This is a cherished children’s book, but for me, it was devastatingly sad. I truly worried through this book about what would happen to the mail players and when I read it the first time, I had the luxury of not knowing what would happen. I love the book, but I can’t read it again. I haven’t seen the movie, but I did like the songs in the story. Still, it was too depressing at the end for me.
The one book that truly devastated me and wrecked me from ever reading it again is Where the Red Fern Grows. I even have some anxiety about discussing it now. I watched the movie first – big mistake – when I was in the second grade. I don’t know about you, but I was traumatized by the fact that the dog died. I know the dog was protecting the boy. I get it. But…it traumatized me. I went home that day and cried. Everyone thought I was upset about school. Well, yeah. I was upset that dog died. We read the book when I was in the fourth grade and subsequently watched the movie. I refused to finish the book and knowing what would be coming in the movie, I took the failing grade on the assignment to read the book, then took myself down to the office in protest of watching the movie. Seriously. I would rather sit in the office than watch that movie.
Maybe it’s a good book to some, but to me, never again. Then again, I’m the one who will read a book, get to the point where the dog/cat/pet dies and close the book, not to be picked up again. I’m teased at book club because I’ve DNF-ed a book that has a dog/cat/pet dying. Sorry. Won’t do it.
What about you? What’s the saddest book you’ve ever read? I want to know, yet I don’t because I don’t know if I can take more depressing books right now.
This week’s prompt is the best part of each season.
Summer – that there’s no school. There’s time for vacations and fun, but no crunch to get the tot to school.
Fall – the leaves. I love the way the leaves change, the coolness in the air, the fact I can wear hoodies….oh and dirt racing. Gotta have my dirt racing.
Winter – As much as I don’t like DRIVING in it, I do like the look of snow. I like that winter has the biggie holidays, too.
Spring – the opening up of everything. My lilies bloom – which I love – and everything seems new again. It’s the whole world on restart (at least it is in my neck of the woods). Plus I love the spring rainstorms.
What about you? What’s your favorite part of the seasons? I’d love to know.
This week’s post concerns the best gift I ever got. I hate to talk about what I’ve got or what I’ve received because it always sounds….uppity isn’t the right word, but it feels wrong. But…that’s what this post is about – gifts.
The best gift I ever received was an orange cat. Now, I know you shouldn’t gift animals. I know. But this was given to me and I wanted said orange baby, so that’s why it was okay. I’d seen a flyer for free kittens (I truly hate those flyers because I want to adopt all the critters) and this one was for two orange babies. I knew I couldn’t have both, but I pestered DH about at least inquiring. I had an orange cat when I was a kid and loved him, but for reasons I still don’t know, he passed away young – like age 6 – and when he did, I was the first to find him. Talk about messing up a kid… I was 9(?), I think. Yeah… So I saw these guys on the flyer and pestered. What I didn’t know was that DH knew the lady who’d rescued them – both abandoned on a country road, not really old enough to be weened, covered in dirt, yuck and fleas and one with a broken, bent tail – and she wanted to find them homes. Turns out she kept the other orange one, but the one with the broken tail is the one DH picked out. He figured no one would want the one with the ‘messed up tail’ so he adopted it. He brought the orange baby home in a Miller Lite bottles box (I guess that’s all she had and he didn’t expect to adopt right then) and part of our family. He was my grouchy, sometimes chubby loyal baby. He lived to be thirteen and passed from possible stomach cancer. I miss being visited right after we turned off the light for scritching time (he’d come in, stretch out next to me on the bed, demand to be petted, then when he was done he’d leave. Every night), his demand to watch me at my desk while I wrote (he had a box with a blanket on my desk so he’d be comfortable), he was the best stress ball (I’d pet him when I got stuck on the story) and how he looked forward to Christmas because the tree was his personal hiding spot (He loved when we’d put presents under there so he could be with the family, but hiding, too).
This past Mother’s Day, the men children gifted me with two orange babies. They aren’t my orange baby, but they’re adorable and I love them just the same. They’re young – not quite four months old – and still nutsy from being small, but that’s okay. They were rescued from a home where the young woman who owned the mother couldn’t keep the babies. We adopted two and I’m glad. Now seven of the eight babies have a home (our two included).
What about you? What’s your favorite gift? I’d love to know.
While you’re here, I’ve made the jump to Kindle Unlimited with two titles that release on Friday. The first one is a super short that’s free if you have KU. It’s called Craving. Check it out!
Craving: A Native American Mythological Erotic Romance by Wendi Zwaduk
Hawenneyu is the Great Ruler. His power is limitless, except when it comes to love. That is the one power that he cannot control.
Noya has loved Hawenneyu from afar for as long as she can remember. The daughter of Kaakwha, the old man of the sky, she is destined to live in her father’s shadow. A place where she can gaze at Hawenneyu at her leisure without fear of being seen—or so she thinks.
Hawenneyu not only sees Noya, he yearns for the warmth of her love. Can the Great Ruler and the daughter of the old man of the sky find love, or will Hawenneyu be forced to banish Noya to the Earth?
This week’s post is about my favorite book and how I’d cast it.
I’m not going to lie. This one is hard. Many of my favorite books have already been made into movies and the casting was spot on. No kidding. To Kill a Mockingbird couldn’t have been cast any better. I mean Gregory Peck IS Atticus Finch. Or how about Shoeless Joe. I can’t imagine anyone else besides Kevin Costner as Ray Kinsella or Ray Liotta as Shoeless Joe. They just fit the parts. I can’t see anyone besides Jack Nicholson as Jack in The Shining.
So I’m trying to decide what book I loved that would have made into a movie…. Hmmm…
I can think of at least one that was cast beautifully, but wasn’t a movie I would’ve made. For one, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I finally read the short story. I like Capote, but I really didn’t like Holly in the story. I liked her fine enough in the movie, but how can you not like Audrey Hepburn?
Then there’s Doctor Sleep. I loved the book. I did. I liked the Shining, too. But I don’t think Ewan McGregor was the right casting for Jack’s son. I didn’t see him as an older version of Danny. I also didn’t like the dirty old man slant to him. I got more of a vibe that he was broken, but strong. The movie made him out to be more broken and dilapidated – IMHO.
But this is about my favorite book and how I’d cast it. I’m honestly not sure. I like envisioning the characters in my head, rather than seeing how a casting director fills the role. I’d rather leave it to my imagination.
Then what are some of my favorite books? Besides the ones listed above?
Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice
Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann
Old Possom’s Book of Practical Cats by TS Eliot
A Time to Kill by John Grisham
The Right Stuff by Tom Wolfe
Notice these have already been made into movies? Yep. I would suggest skipping the film version of Cats because it was just…yuck. The Broadway performances are better.
I struggled with this one. What about you? What would you suggest for a favorite book that should be made into a movie? You have to have a better idea than I did. I’m all ears.