The Homecoming

Ever thought of collaborating with a fellow blogger? No? You should…it’s fun and gets those creative juices flowing in a whole new direction. This is the first collaboration for me, with the talented and wonderful writer Deb at crazytraintotinkytown, a favorite of mine since the beginning. She’s a twister. Want to know what that means? Read her…you’ll get it. Hope you enjoy, but better yet…hope you try this for yourselves. Deb and I are working on another piece together, so stay tuned for that…it’s another wonderful tale.

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A Hum-Dinger

Sunday has always been my favorite day.

Different stages of life have meant different reasons for the feelings of a Sunday.

Tot

Walking to church with a silly bow in my hair, but happy just the same because the Brothers always had candy.

Teen

Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Telephone marathons

Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Twenty-Something

PRE-K (pre kids):  

Lazy day in bed with my husband, a little of this, a little of that

Those luxurious stretches that give you the most peace you’ve felt all week

Laughter, music

Sleeeeeeeeeeep

Food

A little more of this, a lot more of that

Sleeeeeeeeeeep

POST-K (post, well you get it):

Skip it, blocked it out, everyday is the same

Damned Looooooong

Thirty-Something

MID-K:

Huh?  I’ve forgotten what day it is and I don’t have time to remember it anyway

Forty-Something

Ahhhh, starting to come back to me now.  I think I remember what this is like

Oh hell yeah

Only now it’s “Get Ooooooooooout…you’re hogging the bed!”

“But, seeing as you are up now, can you feed the dog, walk him, take the chicken out of the freezer, turn the music on, bring me some coffee in a couple hours?

Mmmkay?

Aw, thanks hon.”

Fifty-Something

Trying to re-figure it out

So far, it’s still my favorite day, just not sure why as all the days kind of run together

But when something reminds me it’s Sunday, I smile

(after I cringe ’cause I thought it was Thursday)

But I DO still think Sunday is a Hum-Dinger of a day

So, I’ll Hum a little something for ya

Happy Sunday all

🙂

 

Feeling Sluggish? Not such a bad thang!

I absolutely hate staring at this blank page when what I see staring back is, well, a blank page and my mind is also, a blankity blank.

Makes me feel sluggish.

So…naturally, when that happens, I go looking for that day’s alter ego.

And as luck would have it, I found it, or rather, it found me.

We shared some quality wine-time (before it got drunk and the mosquitoes showed up and ruined our party)

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Too bad it ended so early because I was quite enthralled with these tales of a slug’s life.

Admittedly though, a tad runny at the mouth.  Ewww.

Oh excuse my manners…I’ll introduce you.

Everybody?  Meet my new friend.

If I tell you its name, I’ll ruin the lesson, so new friend will do for now:

Hello
Hello

What I learned during our luscious liquid lunch interested me enough to want to share it with you.

So, if you’ll allow, the slug‘s life lesson begins.

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Did you know, that in addition to being a major part of his mobility requirements, his slime is actually a defense mechanism?

Yeah, I mean, who the hell wants to eat something that gross?

Nothing it seems.  Smart little cuss.

And…as luck (? you’ll see) would have it

(kids, cover your eyes..this is for mommy and daddy)

it’s also a huge part of their (shhhh) sex life.

I KNOW!

Imagine?

(Okay, here’s where the third glass is starting to take affect.  He fell off his perch mid-sentence and landed on the table; like a cat; feet first!

(that’s a joke…their whole body is one giant foot really)

one too many
Oops. Schorry – Hiccup!

To continue…

Of course, we humans secrete our own slime of a sort (well…we do!) but it’s nothing compared to these love bugs.

Slugg-ette drops chemicals into her slime letting Slugg-O know she’s ready.

Months go by…haha, not really but imagine how LONG it takes ol’ Slugg-O to mosey on over?

You might think sweet little Slugg-ette would get sick of waiting…but to hear my new friend tell it…

Slugg-O is packin’ heat and proud of it!

(So the signs on the garden wall are TRUE!  Call 1-900-worththewait for a slimy good time!)

His slugg-o-schlong is HALF the size of his body!

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Ahem…sorry, was daydreaming.

Anyway, Slugg-ette is staying put!  She’s in for the loooong haul.

Once they do manage to mingle, their foreplay can last for hours!

(No surprise there, after waiting all that time? what’s the friggin rush)

But what IS surprising is these little rascals are into…

(kids? still covered? good)

K-I-N-K!

Absolutely!

Biting, tail lashing, licking up each others goo….Grrrrrrross!

But hey, whatever flexes your hose right?

Another interesting fact…and this is why I didn’t give you my new friend’s name…

Because Slugg-ette is Slugg-O and Slugg-O is Slugg-ette, if ya catch my drift.

Yeah, so I’ll call him/her Slugg-ett-O

(anyone else hearing Pinocchio music?)

What this means is that they are both hes and they are both shes and they can BOTH get  preggers at the same time for gawd’s sake!

(My head just exploded.  Who’s your Daddy?  Baby Mama?  I’m so confused!)

But all is not wine and roses for these poor dude(ttes).

Sometimes, when they are done with the fun, their fun parts aren’t having any fun a’tal.

Why?  Because their schlugg schlongs can get stuck in their own goo!

And as it hardens mid wham-bam thank ya man/am, before ya know it?

SUPER GOO-ED.

Gulp…and the only way out?  Can ya guess?

Don’t – it’s a gawd awful picture.

I’ll just tell ya.

One gnaws off the other’s ‘peter piper picked the wrong place to get stuck’.

Yup…the slug version of Bobbittized!

But don’t cry for them Argentina (salt’s bad for them anyway).

Shed no salty tears, all is not as it appears.

Not only is it not fatal to the one who happened to get stuck in the prickle jar…it’s a whole new life!

Basically, your garden variety transgender operation.

Nature amazes doesn’t it?

Seems the dearly depetered goes off to live a normal, happy, Slugg-ett-O life as strictly a female.

A whole new slug.  Slugg-ette for ever and ever.

Cool huh?

That’s all we had time for during our first meet and greet; the bugs were bitin’ and Slugg-ett-O

(yeah, I asked…was still packin’)

was obviously slime-faced!

But here’s his parting shot, and if I do say, not a bad looking she-fellow when you get to know her/im

See ya ’round…ya ol’ slimeball!  🙂

an hour later
Catchya later gater!
Next time, I’ll bring the refreshments…If you dare!

Back on the Road

Inroads – encroachment

Crossroads – decisions

Dirt roads – tributaries along the way

Bumpy roads – the ups and downs

Detours – new direction to the same destination

Roadblocks – stop or find another way

Out roads – the place we don’t want to be

Every day, we choose the road we set our feet upon.  Each inch we travel is a minute step in the right direction as long as that direction is forward. Don’t stand still, don’t hesitate, don’t stop moving.

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Others will make inroads against us…don’t let them.  Do not allow anyone to take from us what we are not willing to give freely. Don’t let them sneak up on you.

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Do our hard thinking along the way so when we reach your crossroads you’ll know the direction you are meant to take. This will never be easy and we will likely be here more than once. If you take the wrong turn the first time, remember it well…and do better the next.

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The dirt roads are mere side trips; chances to meet new people, try new things, gain new insight, or just look for a place to breathe. These are the paths that make the journey worthwhile.

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There will always be bumps in the road ahead…there has never been a completely flat road and there never will be. Some are visible, some clouded in the fog of our mind’s eye…but there, they are.  We must use caution on the way to planting our flag of accomplishment on the top, and always leave a word or two of encouragement there for the ones that follow.  And remember, we are gaining strength with each step up and over to the other side. The next one will be a little easier and the one after that and the one after that.

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Don’t fear the detours, they are a necessary part of our journey. As long as our destination is clear, how we get there matters little and there’s nothing wrong with a change of scenery. Sights to be enjoyed, experiences to be treasured, lessons to be learned…Life recalculated.

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The road blocks are meant to test us. They will stop some in their tracks; end the journey because it just got too hard.  Don’t let this happen. We must use them as tools to hone our skills of adjusting, ingenuity, imagination, and self-reliance. Don’t give in and don’t give up…give ’em hell.

Bridge 3 still there

There may be times we find ourselves on the outside, what I call the out roads.  This is not a place to be. This is a place of indecision, self-doubt, fear of the unknown, and even fear of the known. The kind of fear that lives in the dark places, leaves us afraid to step forward, or afraid to move at all.  Lost.  If we find ourselves here…we must stop, open our minds, hearts, and eyes…for this is the time to ask for help.

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We can see them; the people in our lives we love and respect; lining the shoulder of the roads we’ve walked…reaching out. They are waiting, they are willing, they are there to help you back on your path. But they cannot do it for you…admit you are lost, take the hands that are offered, and begin again. One step at a time.

It’s never too late.

It’s never too late to reach for the moon.

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It’s never to late.

It’s never to late to get back on the road.

IMG_4456Safe travels my friends.

Winter Intermission…

Though I’ve been back but a moment…I’m taking an interlude.

I felt it best to leave a note on the door along with an open invitation to sit a spell if you’ve the time, and enjoy a quiet moment with some of my favorite winter moments.

I hope to see you all soon back at my place, but in the meantime, I’ll drop by yours every so often for a good cup of wisdom, a much needed smile and a chuckle, and some downright good conversation.

R

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First Times…

Calling all photogs…and friends of photogs.

As this is the time for new beginnings and new adventures for me…I’ve decided to just do it.

Yup.

I’m doing it.

I’ve done it.

What?

Something new…

Those that know me already, know I have a special friend.  My constant companion, whom I call CC.  We spend quality time together every chance we get, and I’ve shared many a special moment of that time with a lot of you in my earlier life.  This relationship is one of fun, reflection, surprise, beauty, sadness, and glory.  This special and dear companion is my camera.

Now…a fellow blogger and similar-minded friend rodposse, has put into place a photo challenge on his blog.  It’s now in its 7th week and the first one in which I am entering, and it’s a fantastic idea.  Win, lose, draw…makes no difference.  This is a terrific avenue to take to find new friends, appreciate great photos, and experience how others’ points of view can take you completely by surprise.

I invite you to visit rodposse, enjoy the captured moments in this week’s challenge…which is the element WATER.  But stay awhile and visit the past challenges, as well as his own photos.  It’s well worth the time.

Become a participant if you choose to do so, by following his simple rules for submitting your own photos.  I know more than a few of you have a great eye and take some stunning photos.  Go have some fun!

Or if you’d rather, just share your opinion by clicking on the like button for your favorite(s).  Simple.

But if for no other reason, visit just to enjoy the view.

This is the link to the challenge (and I’m shameless here, but this link will take you to my entry…However, you can navigate very easily from there, honest)

6th Challenger – The last summer

The very best to all the entrants…good luck…and keep shutterin.

Rhonda