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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Wordless Wednesday - March is Reading Month


Do you need an excuse to avoid housework and read a book? Celebrate March is Reading Month, take time to pick up a book you've always wanted to read, put your feet up and relax. Encourage a child to read for the pure pleasure.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Bubble Blizzard

This is a short story/poem created for the 50 Precious Words Writing Challenge at Vivian Kirkfield's Blog. www.viviankirkfield.com. Thanks Vivian for sponsoring this challenge.


Flubble, bubble gas and air,
Sparkle foam lands here and there.
Crazy bubbles, blow through straws,
Pop a bubble, use your claws.
Bubbles swirl, bubbles twirl,
Streams of bubbles begin to hurl.
Bubble blizzard starts to land
Floating quietly onto a hand.
Flubble bubble gone astray,
Just until another day.


Muffins with Mom – Leftovers

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My teen son called me on the phone at the end of my work day. “Ma, what time are you coming home? I want tacos for dinner.”

“I should be there by 4:30pm, I’m finishing up a few things. Go ahead and start the tacos,” I said.
“No, I’ll wait for you.”

He waited, and waited and waited.

When I arrive home an hour later, my son was stretched across his bed asleep.
He mumbled a few muffled words to me, “what took you so long?”

“Umm, I had to wooork.”

“Now, I don’t have time to eat. I have practice tonight.”

I had already started making the tacos as soon as I entered the house. It was simple enough that my son could have prepared the meal himself, but he opted to wait for me. So, wait he did.

Our back and forth banter continued.

“The tacos are almost done, you can eat a couple before practice. Then eat more after practice,” I said.

“I don’t want to eat them after practice, they’ll be leftovers. You know I don’t like leftovers.”
“I won’t put the meat in the fridge. I’ll leave it at room temperature for you. You won’t be at practice that long.”

“It will be cold, I’ll have to warm everything up. It will be leftovers.”
In that debate discussion with my son, I walked away with a new definition of “leftovers”, from a teen’s perspective.


Do you have a finicky eater in your family?