July 2009 Blog Posts (220)

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My Favorite Lunch (not for folks with a sensitive ick factor)

We've been up since 3am, as the bats came circling back into the barn, and now we are up to our elbows in long-eared calves in the pens, circling, sad and lonely for their mamas, as we swing our ropes amidst the cacaphony of bawling and the propane branding pot.



He heels each calf with well-placed twine and I rebuild and rebuild and rebuild until I get a loop over the head and we stretch the calf between his big white horse and my grulla mare so he can bail off to brand and vaccinate… Continue

Added by Cita on July 31, 2009 at 11:51pm — 2 Comments

Road Trip

Earlier this month, Bobbye and I were parked along Monterrey's 17 Mile Drive, admiring the famous "Lone Cypress".

As I was focusing my Nikon, a shiny red convertible pulled in, a pair of young blonde ladies in thier bikinis clambered out without opening the doors, oohing and aahing over the view.

One of them approached me,"Sir, could you take our picture?, handing me their camera.

I jokingly asked if this was a "Thelma & Louise" road trip, or what, as I snapped several shots… Continue

Added by Dick Stine on July 31, 2009 at 1:32pm — 1 Comment

The tales they tell.

Added by Teller on July 31, 2009 at 12:40pm — No Comments

Vegas Baby

I mince down the hotel hallway in shoes better left out of daylight.



In my hands I carry coffee, orance juice, a banana and a modest stack of napkins.



I stop in front of Room 1234 and feign reaching for my purse.



I catch the eye of the housekeeper and sheepishly motion with my shoulders - I can't quite reach my purse, can you help me? - I flash her a sisterly smile.



She hesitates, then briskly and swiftly unlocks Room 1234 with her passkey… Continue

Added by Tessa Scoffs on July 31, 2009 at 11:28am — No Comments

The Name He’s Thrown Away (a jimmysong)

When a little pink foot flashes into view, Olive grabs it and soon has reclaimed from the laundry bag the whole boy. Blood has flushed his face as intensely red as his hair. Pressing her little finger into the boy’s tiny navel, she says, “Jimmy!”—“Jimmy!” the boy squeals back.



“Olive,” says Olive, pointing to herself, and the little boy repeats, “Olive!”



Dumping the boy in her father’s lap, Olive says, “Dad.”



“No!” the little boy shouts, even as he hides his… Continue

Added by Jim Eigo on July 31, 2009 at 7:44am — 1 Comment

office rush

She came into my office for yet another informal chat with the boss and as per our tacit, never brought to the light of discourse ritual, she tantalized me as I fought for control of my eyes, my mind, my desire.



My suddenly dry mouth managed to spew appropriate verbiage despite the roar in my head, and I think I successfully took in the three buttons unbuttoned bosom with eyes straining at the peripheral.



She's going on again about her unhappy life; the husband is not… Continue

Added by Daniel on July 31, 2009 at 6:31am — 5 Comments

Heat Exhaustion

Olive came dragging into the office looking like she just went through twelve hours of labor. Bleary-eyed from tossing and turning in her own sweat all night she was in no mood for a cheerful "Good Morning" from the owner of an air conditioned home.



"Good Morning Olive" said Doreen in her usual overly perky greeting voice.



"My friend Josh had the audacity to call me from Florida last night and give me crap about what wimps we are in the Northwest because we can't take a… Continue

Added by Brenda Kelsch on July 30, 2009 at 11:53pm — 9 Comments

Shopkeeper's Big Bang

After nearly a whole a day of waiting for a solitary customer to walk through the door of his shabby little backstreet bodega, he turned his mind to contemplating how the cosmos must have come into being. He pictured angels’ in a black garage of emptiness, hammering at anvils, as they pounded out dark atoms and extruded the orange glow of proto-stars. The hours soon must have become bigger than the room that contained them, as everything fanned outward in an intricate glitter, unstoppable,… Continue

Added by Brad Rose on July 30, 2009 at 6:30pm — 3 Comments

Waiting

Every morning for 66 years Ron Sedgely has walked the two miles of country lanes between his home and the railway station. There he would sit for an hour or so, faithfully waiting for the only love of his life before climbing wearily to his feet and moving sadly back along the tree lined road.



In 1943 Ron had boarded a train at this very station, and leaned out of a troop packed train for one last parting kiss from Jennifer, and although Ron was to spend the next two years moving… Continue

Added by Bob Clay on July 30, 2009 at 2:23pm — No Comments

On equity

When in a partnership of some kind, if you contribute x and the other party contributes x
All is well
When you contribute x and the other party contributes x + 1
You feel guilty
When you contribute x and the other party contributes x - 1
You feel pissed off

Added by Simon Drury on July 30, 2009 at 4:38am — 4 Comments

The Gleaming Window

I saw the light gleaming through the window exactly opposite to mine, as simultaneously I heard my parents shouting at me. A tear left my eye and I yelled ' I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU KNOW! YOU NEEDN'T SHOUT AT ME!' and with fast steps I ran out of my house.



As I sat near the river, where I always found my solace; I glanced back to the same old gleaming window where a happy life existed, where my dream was, lying in the slushy green grass, waking… Continue

Added by Smriti on July 30, 2009 at 2:22am — 3 Comments

Sadly Still

"Aw C'mon Grandad, you'll be telling me you used to have fairies in your garden and trolls in your shed next."



"But it's true, you can read about them in books. Beautiful they were, delicately floating in the summer breezes, gently alighting on the bright flowers."



"Oh yeah, pretty flowers, flying - in books! Books?"



"No really, perhaps not in books, but you must be able to find a reference to them somewhere, B-U-T-T-E-R-F-L-I-E-S; they disappeared about the… Continue

Added by NoozeHound on July 29, 2009 at 7:16pm — 3 Comments

The Brothers Phillips

(Note: this 6 originally appeared on the main site last year)



In 1911, a down-at-the-heels tool maker by the name of Andrew Phillips patented a uniquely designed screw, and only LATER did he invent the necessary screwdriver to make his new screw of any use. One year later, his brother Allen, mimicking Andrew's eccentric approach to the creative order of things, designed his variety on his brother's screw and, like Andrew, patented the necessary wrench to go with this screw, and… Continue

Added by Arthur Dubrul Daniels on July 29, 2009 at 6:00pm — 2 Comments

Space Is THE Place - A response to John Wiswell's galactic challenge.

When I was invited to comment on the comparative sizes and the vastness of space between the planets and other objects known or thought to exist in the Universe, and between our solar system and our nearest neighbor and the unfathomable galactic leap from our "Milky" little corner of the "Way" to the closest galaxy, I became befuddled because my brain shut down someplace between "here" and Alpha Centauri (supposedly the nearest star which is a mere 4 light years or 26 trillion miles away). My… Continue

Added by Arthur Dubrul Daniels on July 29, 2009 at 5:52pm — 4 Comments

In a Way

I talk about him freely, as if he was alive. Which, of course, he is. In a way. He is alive in a way that other people, who are still alive, can never be. I see and hear him clearly and that is comforting. In a way.

Added by D.T. Arcieri on July 29, 2009 at 10:54am — 1 Comment

Ooops!

It's cold and dank, dark and long, very dark and very long - so long the end is not in sight. I place my hand a few centimeters to my right and it is so cold, damp, brrrr I shiver, I wait a moment and then I realise I am stuck down here, very very very deep down here, I try to stand and slip in the water, I try to grab the cobbled slabs of mossy stone around me and slip again, thump, on my bum. I am now worried, how do I get out of here? Do I yell for help, cry, laugh, beat my fists on stone… Continue

Added by Cheryl-lee Broadfoot on July 29, 2009 at 8:19am — 1 Comment

Saved By The Boob

"Okay, Michael, remember how I showed you... stay directly behind her and watch each step as she takes it; look for a knee that begins to buckle, or a leg that suddenly isn't moving, ... be prepared always to reach in and grasp the back of her safety belt, use the leverage of your own body, hold the belt until she finds her center of balance again."



The fourteen year old boy rarely was treated like a boy anymore since his mom's recent attack of Multiple Sclerosis left her unable to… Continue

Added by Margaret Swanson on July 29, 2009 at 4:30am — 4 Comments

Captain Jack

Captain Jack dribbled into a napkin of his own thoughts as he flew his plane over the end of the world.

His left eye closed and dreamt of other things while his right eye stared straight ahead into the future of its own imagination.

As he danced with a painted lover in the garden of his secret delights, he sang a song of such beauty the world stopped turning just to listen.

Captain Jack was amazing even if it was only in his own mind.

He wasn’t born right, his mouth slid to… Continue

Added by Greg Reid on July 29, 2009 at 2:04am — 1 Comment

Age Is Just a Number

I've heard it all my life: "Honey enjoy yourself, life is short".

I always thought: "What are they talking about...life is long, very long!"

The closer I get to the end the more I realize they are right...I am on the second half of the roll of toilet paper and it disappears much faster than I anticipated.

Age is just a number, I still have my health, I still have goals, I still have dreams and I refuse to lose.

Don't assume that because my twenties are far behind me, so are… Continue

Added by Brenda Kelsch on July 29, 2009 at 1:24am — 3 Comments

Small Things

Have you ever noticed what you miss the most about someone after they are gone is not the major events, but the everyday tidbits. Catching their smell on a pillow as you lay down to sleep or on a piece of clothing. The way they like to knead your leg with their toes when they are sitting next to you and its just a matter of fact. How they naturally expose their tongue as they are in a deep purposeful mission. Each has their own million little ticks and subconscious acts that to that one or many… Continue

Added by Erick Ian Gael on July 28, 2009 at 7:23pm — 1 Comment

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