Blue Skies

Okay.
I did it.
National Blog Posting Month
for June.
Posted everyday.
What do I get?

Montana Gothic

Watch and Weep

Poppy Yearns To Be Free

Hey You!

"A rose by any other name,"

wouldn't grow in Montana

would look the same

would still be expensive


Friday's prompt at NaBloPoMo, which I'm doing today because I did something else Friday, was -- How do you feel about the name given to you at birth?

Fine.

Just don't call me late for supper.


"would smell as sweet."

Distractions

Instead of working on my writing projects of which there are two, I danced with the lilacs.

From a USB microscope camera.

From the normal Nikon.

Pass

NaBloPoMo Prompt for Thursday, June 24, 2010

Perhaps you've played this game. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse lets you have one free pass. One special man or woman who is so attractive and out of reach that if circumstances allowed it, your partner would allow you to sleep with that person. Most monogamous couples feel safe with the free pass rule as it's more theoretical than practical. Still, if your partner gave you a free pass, would you use it? On who?

Okay. I have been married for a really long time. A really long time. This is a stupid game unless your intention is to sow discontent and mistrust. It's a sucker punch waiting to land. More dangerous than -- do these jeans make my butt look big?

So, no, I wouldn't.

I would, however, give unprotected rescue breathing to Jake Gyllenhaal.

Lilac, Yearning To Be Free

Is You Is or Is You Ain't

NaBloPoMo - - Prompt for Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Do you think it's ever permissible to cheat?







Nope.

Peek-A-Boo

Can you see me?

How about now?

Wild Life

I may not be the stalking type, but I lay in wait for nearly an hour and this is what I got.

Boo

Eat Me

Friday, June 18, 2010

What's the one food you feel like you couldn't live without? What's the one food you'd rather die than put in your mouth?

Someone seems very attached to food.

I don't feel that type desperation toward food.

I do have my cravings and preferences however.

What wouldn't I like to live without?

Orange Marmalade.

I recently found I could buy my favorite marmalade online after local merchants stopped carrying it. I bought a case. Which will probably do me until I can't eat toast anymore.

What's the one food you'd rather die than put in your mouth?

I don't like squash in any form. Do not try to hide it in bread or cake and expect me to eat it. Probably left over childhood angst from when my parents garden produced a bounty of zucchini and it was at every meal. Gag me.

Bonus answer -- favorite meal? Thanksgiving.

Snakes in Reverse

Haven't done this one in a while. Thursday Thunks

1. Have you ever wondered why snakes can't slither backwards?

No, I haven't. I didn't know that. I looked it up. I knew they could climb poles and swim. And now I have thought more about snakes than I ever wanted.

2. Is divorce contagious?

No, but it is terminal.

3. Do you enjoy hiking?

Well, yeah. This is Montana and if I didn't, they'd usher me to the border and slam the door behind.

4. Is there a color of a shirt a man should just never wear?

I don't care for puce.

5. Have you read a news story this week that just made your blood boil?

Yes. If the ocean is destroyed, the rest of Earth won't be far behind.

6. Do you keep old business cards or name tags from companies you have worked for?

Hell no. Once I say AMF, we're done.

7. If you could save an endangered species, which one would it be?

Tigers. I like tigers.

8. When is it warm enough outside for you to start wearing shorts?

70s.

9. Have you ever broken a window?

No, but I want to. When I became a EMT/Fireman, they gave me a brass tool designed to break car windows and so far, all I've had to do was open the door. I want to break a window.

10. Do dogs in your neighborhood howl when they hear sirens from police cars or fire trucks?

Well, I'm usually in the fire truck, so I don't know what the dogs are doing. People point and stare though.

11. Have you tried doing something as an adult that you used to be able to do as a kid?

I momentarily contemplated going horseback riding this weekend, but quickly came to my senses remembering how so NOT fun traction splints are.

Think I'll just stay home and break a window.

Pretty N Pink

Feelings

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

What's your superpower?

Empathy.

Not that it's cool like flying would be. Or helpful like seeing in the dark might be. Or safety wise like spidey-sense could be. Or powerful like an arc reactor.

And Bill Clinton turned it kind of icky -- I feel your pain.

But I do.

Empathize.

Makes me a better writer.

Garden, Garden

I'm trying to grow artichokes in my garden this year.

This poor plant is trying to tell me Montana is too hot for artichoke's tender heart.

Too hot.

Think I'll grow artichokes every year.

Don't get to hear Montana is too hot very often.

1st and Last?

This is my first camera.

This is the camera I'm using now.

Who could have known
handing a plastic camera
to a ten-year-old
would sort out like this?

Primus, volens et potens

Today I taught an EMS endorsement class to a group of First Responders.

I used a recording of Darth Vader to explain respirations, a naked picture of Vin Diesel for skin assessment and a clip from Psycho as an example of a blood-letting device for the glucometry section.

I knew someday all that time I spent watching movies would come in handy.



*Primus, volens et potens
First, willing and able.
Motto of First Responders.

Hum

If Only . . .

Thursday, June 10, 2010

If you could go back in time and meet your 16-year-old self, what three things would you tell yourself?

1. You can do it.

2. You will have someone to love.

3. It's never as bad as it looks or better than it seems, but trust me, darlin', it's going to rock.

Election Day

Spent most of yesterday shepherding citizens through the Primary election.

No one seemed too enthused about the slate.

We fed them cookies and gossiped.

God bless America.

Hope

kiddo calls this, the Resurrection Rose.

Apparently, after many disaster, it survives.

This rose, along with the cat, came to live at my house while kiddo becomes a Master of Science in England. I was given instructions to water every day and not throw it out even when it looks dead.

I watered it most days and have not thrown it out, even though, I'm pretty sure it is dead.


The cat lives on.




National Blog Posting Month

Style

Following a link about the "latest" item Mrs. Obama is wearing led me to the J Crew catalog where I decided to check out sweaters.

Sweaters.

Is it me or do all these models look homeless?


Is HOMELESS the new style?

Wait until comfy comes in style. I'll be all over that.

Ponies

National Blog Posting Month

What's the first thing that pops into your mind when you think of your mother?

Ponies.

There was a pasture filled with Shetland ponies between our house and town, and my mother always let us stop, go to the fence to feed and pet the ponies, no matter what errand she was running.

Define Irony

Remember CON AIR?



Here's another.

The Clintons stay together and the Gores divorce.



National Blog Posting Month

Define Freedom

Pronunciation: \ˈfrē-dəm\

1 : the quality or state of being free: as a : the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action b : liberation from slavery or restraint or from the power of another : independence


Besides old rock songs, dictionary definitions and the beach, freedom, to me, is living in one's skin with ease.

Beat Generation

-2- What's your favorite poem?

Pick a favorite? Don't think I can. But here's one I'm overly fond of.

Sometime During Eternity

some guys show up
and one of them
who shows up real late
is a kind of carpenter
from some square-type place
like Galilee
and he starts wailing
and claiming he is hep
to who made heaven
and earth
and that the cat
who really laid it on us
is his Dad

And moreover
he adds
It's all writ down
on some scroll-type parchments
which some henchmen
leave lying around the Dead Sea somewheres
a long time ago
and which you won't even find
for a coupla thousand years or so
or at least for
ninteen hundred and fortyseven
of them
to be exact
and even then
nobody really believes them
or me
for that matter

You're hot
they tell him

And they cool him

They stretch him on the Tree to cool
And everybody after that
is always making models
of this Tree
with Him hung up
and always crooning His name
and calling Him to come down
and sit in
on their combo
as if he is THE king cat
who's got to blow
or they can't quite make it

Only he don't come down
from His Tree

Him just hang there
on His Tree
looking real Petered out
and real cool
and also
according to a roundup
of late world news
from the usual unreliable sources
real dead

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

NaBloPoMO

Never heard of it until today. Decided to join. Crapped out on the 365 photo deal because I got behind while stranded in Europe and didn't feel like catching up when I made it home. I'm probably working on the busiest month in my life, so why not add this?

Day 1 - Promt - When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A cowboy.