The Terrible Night Before Christmas

A brilliant Xmas present. THANK YOU~ ~~dru~~

Myths of the Mirror

My month of writing short stories comes to an end. I’ve finished the outline for my next book, and in January I’ll be plugging away on chapter 1. That’s exciting, but I’ll admit this diversion has been a bundle of fun.

This final tale won the Kellan Publishing contest for this week, and I’m happy to report that I’m ending on a humorous note. Once again, Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!

This story had to fall between 1000-1500 words, and use the following words/phrases: Santa Claus, Popcorn, Photo Album, Black Cat, Train, Slide, Police, Sled, Typewriter, Horn, Alarm, Church, Glue, Bow, Fire, Dragon.

The Terrible Night before Christmas

The whole escapade started with the black cat. Santa leaned forward in his rickety office chair, puffing on his stumpy pipe and wreathing his head in smoke. He pecked with two chubby fingers at his typewriter, finishing a last letter to a second-grader in the Bronx…

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Positive Quote 14.12

Persia is on a roll today. THANKs Again. ~~dru~~

Blog of a Mad Black Woman

We make war for the love of one’s country. We must make peace for the love of humanity.

~ Anthony Douglas Williams

Have a blessed day all. ❤

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Just Saying 14.12

Well Said but We’ll See. ~~dru~~

Blog of a Mad Black Woman

Just because today is a terrible day doesn’t mean tomorrow won’t be the best day of your life. You just have to get there.

~ Unknown

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South American Flair

Now there is a town with civic pride but can you imagine keeping it pristine? I LOVE THESE PICTURES and they are very festive so after my last downer post, I’m reblogging for the enjoyment of all. THANX for a great post OBT. ~~dru~~

My OBT

Jessica Devnani

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Surrounded Besieged Distraught and Alone

Well they have turned off my water AGAIN today, that makes three times that they have warned me in the last two weeks and one whole week before where they did it intermittently without any warning what so ever.  I know our infrastructure needs to be repaired and replace; I know this is good for my neighborhood and my community but I also know I’m going out of my mind…it is oppressive and brings out high anxiety, particularly to me a person with “bathroom issues”.

The noise of the drilling and cutting, the noise of the pounding and digging, the noise of the “good-hearted” work men shouting at each other makes me cringe and want to go back to bed.  When they pound or drill hard enough this 80 year home quivers in its boots.

I can’t get a shower, I can’t do laundry, I can’t wash dishes and worse yet; this irritation and anxiety is making my bathroom issues far worse.  I shouldn’t take a Xanax in the middle of the day, I REALLY SHOULDN’T have a beer, ear plugs don’t work and I’m going coo coo bonkers!  Thank gawd this isn’t the day I’m being taken out for a Xmas lunch at the Mission Inn; cuz I can’t get a shower.  Oh I’m wallowing just plain wallowing….my Internet keeps going down and I’m going to blame that on them too.

I feel alone and abandoned and just want to sleep and I got 6 whole hours of the stuff last night and should be entirely rested and refreshed. Last week “those men”, they walked up onto my yard and unhooked the hose and turned the spigot on full blast until all the “stored” water in the pipes ran out.  Now if they’d left the hose hooked up they could have placed it by my scraggly rose bushes and given them a good water.  They could have laid the hose under the lemon tree and gave it a good water; they could have knocked on my door and told me what they were doing and asked how I wanted to handle it.  I was there right in the front room, right by the front door but not a whisper of what they were doing.  Mostly they let the water run out through the hydrant across the street but this time they let some run from my spigot – which runs my meter up.  I called the City and said I wouldn’t pay my bill one penny over what it was on the last bill.  We’ll see what happens.  I don’t water my lawn anymore….just the trees, bushes, and potted plants; so this run off just encourages all the fck’n dead weeds that now comprise my front yard to become Zombie Weeds.  I want to buy fake snow and spray all the once dead but now recovering weeds white for Xmas.  That should put an end to their reign!  “HE” won’t let me or fund the project and I’m out of moola until the 3rd of January…so sigh.

My Stomach hurts.  I’m going in to get an antacid and a beer….so much for AA, today.  It sounds like the great gawd of dentistry is drilling a cavity just off my front yard AND they are also drilling for oil across the street.

DON’T YOU DARE WISH ME A MERRY CHRISTMAS….DON’T YOU DARE WISH ME A MERRY CHRISTMAS~

SEE:  https://saywhatumean2say.com/2016/12/10/whats-your-personal-christmas-carol/

  ~~dru~~

Be like a bee

Unfortunately the World moves thru the life of a bee disturbing, everything. ~~dru~~

British Christmas traditions: the brussels sprout

Why the Brussel Sprout

Notes from the U.K.

What is it about the British and brussels sprouts at Christmas? I address this topic because judging from my search engine queries it’s what people want to know. Or at least what one very determined person wants to know. Within a few days, I had at least five variations on the question Why do the British eat brussels sprouts at Christmas? It may have been more. I lost track in there somewhere. Why the person kept coming back if I hadn’t already managed to answer the question I don’t know. Determination shading into obsession?

Anyway, the question matters, and I’ve addressed it before but I don’t feel I did it justice. Because I sidestepped several crucial facts.

Irrelevant photo: Gorse (that’s the yellow stuff) and heather (that’s the purple). And grass (that’s the green and the tan.)

First, if Google is to be trusted (it’s not) you can spell the vegetable with or without an…

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Brussels sprouts at Christmas: a crisis update

The Great UK Christmas Debacle! ~~dru~~

Notes from the U.K.

What’s the latest crisis in Britain? A super-pest, the diamondback moth, attacked this year’s British brussels sprout crop and supermarkets are struggling to keep their shelves stocked with this all-important Christmas vegetable.

What will become of us all, my friends?

And this isn’t only a Christmas issue. It seems people have taken to using brussels sprouts out of season by adding them to smoothies and salads and stir fries. Next year, we’ll start seeing them in cakes and cookies. And as a nice green layer in a trifle. They’ll taste terrible, but won’t they be pretty? And hey, they’re good for you. Mmmm. Eat your dessert, kids, and you can have some main dish.

If you’re not British enough to know what a trifle is, it involves whipped cream and custard and fruit and something cakey and something else alcoholish. Unless all the ingredients except the whipped cream have been replaced with other…

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Feline Navidad

Who can say more….? ~~dru~~

bluebird of bitterness

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