Buddy, the miniature dachshund, took off with his toy, being chased by Melody Joy, the little girl. Buddy glances over his shoulder, moving a little faster as his pursuer catches up. Safety lies beneath the pickup truck, where the tiny dog hides.
As MJ kneels to look beneath the vehicle, Buddy shoots out the other side, flying behind her and heading for the house. He looks back to see her still crouching. Victory!
Melody Joy: outsmarted by a dog.
Rising at 6:30 AM, even before the sun rose this morning, I wandered downstairs. And began making more candy. And, then, I went back upstairs to finish wrapping Christmas presents. And, then, I paid some bills. And, then, I went downstairs again to finish the candy I started earlier. And, then, I blogged.
Time: 8:15 AM.
This is not normal.
Every single person in my office recommended The Dark Knight.
"It's the single best movie of the year."
"Heath Ledger is genius."
"You MUST see this film."
"What!?!?! You haven't seen it yet?!?!?!"
Even the kid at Blockbuster was in on the marketing. "You are going to love it. I can't believe you haven't seen it yet!"
I could go on. But I won't. Because I hated this film. In twenty minutes, I was done. At an hour, I wanted my money back.
I. Watched. The. Whole. Damn. Thing.
I'd like those two-and-a-half hours of my life back, please.
crouch
steaming
echoes
shadows
darkness
wrong
right
creature
headlight
desperate
panic
tempest
fury
menace
reason
surrender
reflex
Bonus:
nightmare
Someone must have left the Gate open, again. Fog is hanging out over here in our yard, so come over soon as you can to pick the little guy up and take him home.
Love,
Austin
Don't know how I managed to torque my upper back while I was sleeping, but it happened. And it hurts like a mother!
Four advil & a glass of wine help. But, I'll bet some of what they gave my dad* would work even better.
*My dad had spinal surgery on his cervical vertebrae yesterday. Apparently he's feeling so much better, he made a pass at my mom. At the hospital. In public. *gasp*
Sanity in festive foil wrappers.
Once upon a time, I worked in a group of women. Well, there were eight women and three men on my team. Now, I find myself one of two women, surrounded by eight men.
The odds were severely stacked against anyone noticing my brand new, significantly shorter haircut. No surprises there.
What surprised me was how much I miss working with all the ladies. Although, I can't say I miss the gossip. Nope. The guys gossip just as much.
. . . to do ALL one's Christmas shopping the week before the big day.
Dear Family, if you're reading this, pretend that you didn't. K?
Bathsheba caught a flash of red to the left as it tore down the street toward the mall. Neither cops, nor angels, nor hellfire would deter it from its errand. To refurbish the rundown apartment she had assumed with the Jefferson Dunleavy identity.
That and bringing Jessica Michaellson to her senses. And back to Hell.
But, for now, it was becoming a “metro-sexual.” (Whatever that was.) And getting a hair cut. Even Hell had kept up on current styles.
Satan had saddled it with a geek extraordinaire. Not-to-worry. There was always Toni & Guy.
And that’s exactly where Officer Robertson found the demon. Getting it’s hair highlighted in a salon at a mall.
“You know, spiky highlights are so last season,” she whispered to Satan’s minion.
“I thought that was you, Candice. You are as lovely as ever. The bosom does you justice.” Jefferson/Bathsheba leered. Like a drunk at a truck stop.
“Yeah, well. You know. Sorry I had to give you a ticket. We have plans for Donald Hefeweizen and Jessica Michaellson. Can’t have you interfering.”
“You must be joking. I haven’t been shopping in three hundred years. And my manicure is even further out of date. I’m just glad to get a gate-pass for once in my un-life.”
Bathsheba was admiring its newly buffed nails, thinking it was much more fun to be a man in the 21st century. What with the nails and hair and fashion. Much more feminine than the last time it was corporeal. “I’m not really interested in what Lewis has planned. I’m just wanna have fun.”
“You always were shallow.”
“Shallow, but deadly.”
“True.” Candice examined her own nails. Bitten to the quick with torn cuticles. She loved being cop. It was exactly like delivering justice from On High. Except with more paperwork. “I think we should work together on this one. Neither of us wants her to be in charge.”
. . . to be continued.
(c) copyright 2008 Jennifer J. Knighton
Snow on December 9th. Never in my whole life have I ever seen snow in Texas this early in the season. Maybe we'll get a snow day.
Science proves that your mom was right, "...happiness spreads among people like a salubrious disease."
Next thing they'll tell us is that yawns and the giggles are contagious, too.
Faith matters. A lot. Religion often gets in the way of faith. Religion, the scolding, rules-based part of religion, the part used as a lever in life or politics to insist that people follow a certain person or a certain idea... that’s not spreading so fast online.
But faith, faith is the salve we’ve always wanted and still want. Barack Obama offers a lot of people a different kind of faith, and we can see how it resonates. People want to believe, they want to be surrounded by people who believe and they want to feel good about it. What an opportunity.
-Seth Godin, Is Today's Modern Church Busy Making Meatball Sundaes?
Wish that our church leaders understood this.
Whistling at the office. Whistling Christmas Carols at the office.
friendly
companion
unobtrusive
elusive
mood
linger
undemanding
solitude
airwaves
antenna
feedback
timeless
machinery
glittering
illusion
integrity
Bonus:
syncopation
