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Untitled Masterpiece: Vignette #232: Defining Goober
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A struggle for survival layered in a legendary old Hollywood mystery driven by a love story. Chapters One to Twenty Six. Vignettes 1 - 140. BOOK TWO: YESTERDAY ECHOES. Thursday, September 8, 2011. Vignette #232: Defining Goober. Billy rushed into the living room. “Okay, the world is definitely coming to an end.”. Reese shoved his little brother from behind Ripley. “Guess you’ll be calling Sarah Palin.”. 8220;What would I call that thing for? 8221; Jesse sniffed. Billy put his hands on his hips. ̶...
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The Chicken Dances On: January 2012
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The Chicken Dances On. Thoughts, tirades and general insanity in one million words or less- AUTHOR DOES NOT GUARANTEE SPELLING. Monday, January 30, 2012. It is perfectly fine to be single. There is no crime and/or shame in being unattached. It is a perfectly respectful state to be in, as opposed to say perpetual terror or Delaware. And then there’s Newt Gingrich’s take which is “Married? Now let’s run for President! Now I am not knocking marriage. I am sure it is a perfectly wonderful state. I kn...Howev...
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The Chicken Dances On: A Spot For Me
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The Chicken Dances On. Thoughts, tirades and general insanity in one million words or less- AUTHOR DOES NOT GUARANTEE SPELLING. Thursday, February 17, 2011. A Spot For Me. It’s very hard not to think spring when temperatures here in Tennessee are averaging ten degrees higher than normal. This is what my Grandmother would call a False Spring. No doubt before the end of March we’ll get whomped with chilly temps and at least one more snow. We no longer have a garden. Growing up, we always had a huge gar...
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Untitled Masterpiece: May 2011
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A struggle for survival layered in a legendary old Hollywood mystery driven by a love story. Chapters One to Twenty Six. Vignettes 1 - 140. BOOK TWO: YESTERDAY ECHOES. Monday, May 30, 2011. Vignette #215: Tardis Landing. I am so mad right now I could spit nails right into your eyes! 8221; Tippy steamed as the doctor squirted gel on the pregnant woman’s belly. 8220;Ever hear of a free clinic young lady? 8221; The doctor stopped his work to look sternly at her. 8220;I was embarrassed.”. 8221; Claire asked.
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Untitled Masterpiece: July 2011
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A struggle for survival layered in a legendary old Hollywood mystery driven by a love story. Chapters One to Twenty Six. Vignettes 1 - 140. BOOK TWO: YESTERDAY ECHOES. Friday, July 8, 2011. Vignette #228: Solid Plans. And she was right. Ian found Clare on one end of the couch silent; Ralphie at the other. Both of them were staring unmoving as though daring the other to blink. “You two sharing a Vulcan mind meld? 8220;I think he’s plotting to eat my brain.” Clare said, refusing to blink. 8220;Dinner will ...
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The Chicken Dances On: June 2012
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The Chicken Dances On. Thoughts, tirades and general insanity in one million words or less- AUTHOR DOES NOT GUARANTEE SPELLING. Sunday, June 17, 2012. I Am A Weeping Willow. Every family has a funny story, oft told to the subject’s chagrin, at gatherings and inopportune moments. One of mine, God knows there are many, is the story of my cousins and me playing in my Uncle Delmar’s front yard. 8220;What’s the matter? 8221; the adults demanded. For those unfamiliar with the now probably forgotten yard game, ...
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The Chicken Dances On: My Letter to Santa
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The Chicken Dances On. Thoughts, tirades and general insanity in one million words or less- AUTHOR DOES NOT GUARANTEE SPELLING. Wednesday, December 15, 2010. My Letter to Santa. I am sorry this letter is so late. I’ve been trying very hard to get in the Christmas spirit. It’s not been easy, but I hope this reaches you in plenty of time and can forgive my procrastination. Mom and I lost most of our glass and antique ornaments. I’m just looking at it as another thing I have to let go of and move ...Anyway,...
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The Chicken Dances On: My Silent, Yet Deadly Visual Shame
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The Chicken Dances On. Thoughts, tirades and general insanity in one million words or less- AUTHOR DOES NOT GUARANTEE SPELLING. Monday, January 16, 2012. My Silent, Yet Deadly Visual Shame. Do my socks really have to match? Am I violating some unwritten rule I was never made clearly aware of if I cover my feet with two not quite the same colors? Has this deviation set me up for heartache and disaster? Will the butterfly effect cause wars to start and children to starve? Should I take immediate action to ...
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The Chicken Dances On: October 2010
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The Chicken Dances On. Thoughts, tirades and general insanity in one million words or less- AUTHOR DOES NOT GUARANTEE SPELLING. Saturday, October 30, 2010. I’ve never been big on sweets, unless of course its dark chocolate or cheesecake, and costumes always seemed to get me in trouble, so Halloween was never a really big holiday for me. However, with the changes in my life, I seem to be spending the day looking back wistfully. I do remember in the third grade I dressed up like Phyllis Diller. Yes, I ...
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The Chicken Dances On: September 2012
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The Chicken Dances On. Thoughts, tirades and general insanity in one million words or less- AUTHOR DOES NOT GUARANTEE SPELLING. Monday, September 10, 2012. A Celebration of Life. This evening I attended the funeral of another great lady of my lifetime, Mrs. Carrie Taylor. This was a simple, quiet, tiny, tiny woman who radiated love and warmth with every breath for every day of her life. She turned 101 on August 10 and passed away on September 9. Anyway, I unwrapped this little box to reveal a beautiful p...
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