Repost of My First Drabble

 Well apparently my Books at Large site has been hi-jacked by not so nice site.

So I am reposting my first drabble to my main blog. Without further ado (or not family friendly photos) here it is....

   Rayna from Coffee Rings Everywhere, dared everyone to write a drabble based on her picture.  I decided ever though I have never attempted a drabble I would try it.  I had so much fun writing it I think I will write more.
   A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words, no more no less.  Try it you might get hooked.

Here is my drabble....

                                                        I am Cat



I live in a temple, as it should be.  My ancestors have been worshiped since the beginning of time.

I have been adored and pampered by kings and rulers through out the world.  I have had my own servants and cooks.   I decide who I will favor with my attention.  Who will be allowed to wait on me.

I chose when, where and what I will eat.  I have crowds coming daily to see me. They call for my attention.  People of all ages try to  entertain me.

 I am cat.  I live in a temple, as it should be.

                                     This photo is by Rayna M Iyer
                                      of Coffee Rings Everywhere


 ©2010 Pamela Jo

What the heck Gaia

So I saw this posted on Facebook....





And after the summer we have had with 40 days over 100 degrees. I was sooo excited.

Yes cooler weather on the way .

Then I watched the news today and saw this....





Oh yeah. I live in Texas. And in central Texas now where drought conditions rule and temperatures are high.

When I moved here last August it was an unusually wet year and the average temperature 87. My brother said the east Texas weather must have followed me to Austin.

Well this year was unusually mild through June. The normal first 100 degree day is June 29th but this year it was July 14th. The weatherman said we might not even have 32 days of 100 or over this year. 

But it was a trick. Austin had NO rain at all in July. We even had 19 days in row over 100 that was the 3rd longest in record keeping history. That is hot. Where is a tropical depression when you need it.

I really was hoping to be able to break out the sweaters and hot chocolate soon. Well maybe in December I can put up the shorts and flip-flops.


Until then I will just have to be content with this....








#AustinTxWeather #AustinTx

I blame Geoffery

Remember this commercial



I do. And everytime I don't want to adult I sing this song.

There are many times I am just tired of making all the decisions that we all must make everyday. Most of the time I just knuckle down and get it done.

But there are times I think of this and Geoffrey's message of not growing up. I then put off my work and play.

Yes there is a lot of benefits doing just that. But if you do that to much, you get in trouble. Bills don't get paid. The house doesn't get cleaned. Dinner doesn't get cooked. Clothes don't get washed. Plans for the future don't get made and you slip into the limbo between childhood and adulthood.
 
As I look around the house at the clothes piled in front of the washer, bills piled on the table, and dishes in the sink. I hear my mother's voice in my head saying to just get to it and get it done.

 So I might as well get to it.... but wait. What is that I hear? 

"I don't want to grow up. I'm a Toys for Us kid..."

It's been awhile and a roller coaster of ride...

 
I haven't posted a blog in quite awhile. There has been a lot going on since. I was last on here. There has been so much going on.

I finally married my soul mate and the love of my life after 26 years. (He has been proposing for the last 15, I was the one who hesitated. I really don't know why).

Our wedding

We found out Jack had cirrhosis of the liver, from a blood transfusion back in 1989 that saved his life, but gave him Hepatitis C. He took medication and was pronounced Hep C negative.

We found out he qualified for a liver transplant. (Good and Bad news).

We then found out he had developed liver cancer from the cirrhosis.

3 months later we were told it might have spread outside the liver, so he was taken off the transplant list.

Then there was a Doctor who didn't think there was anything to worry about, so refused treatment. A discussion with the insurance allowed us to go outside of network to MD Anderson where we found a wonderful Doctor and staff. But the 6 week wait for treatment allowed the cancer to double in size and spread to the lung.

The only treatment available was given to him. By the time we found out it wasn't going to work. There were no trials available.

We were told the cancer was spreading so fast that he would probably not make Christmas.

Jack made Christmas and New Years, but passed away at home on January 12th.

I have been just kind of drifting these last few weeks. I have gained weight and cry at the drop of a hat. So I have decided I need to get back to my writing. I know that is what Jack would have wanted. He was after me for quite awhile to get back to writing and drawing. So I am going to try to do that.

I can't promise I wont vent my anger and frustration at life, but I will try to not be a downer all the time.

Jack on the Tall Ship Elissa at our daughter's wedding

Another Character development story

  Here is another short story for character development. We were asked to develop a character by choosing a method we either haven't used or have used the least.

So here is my story. Let me know what you think.

Ice Cold Killer...

   The tall amazonian blond walked in the door, her short red dress drawing an admiring glance to her figure and long legs. Her ice blue eyes searched the dimly lit club until she spotted her prey sitting in the back corner. Quickly scanning area around him she easily spotted his muscle-bound guard dogs in their black suits with conspicuous bulges. A small scornful smile turned up the corners her red lips as she saw Liam and his men checking her out. “This is going to be easier than I thought”

   She made her way to the bar and ordered a Margarita on the rocks, she would have preferred straight Tequila, but she need a clear head. These preppy bars always watered down their mixed drinks so she could drink all night if she had to. She turned around on her bar-stool and studied Liam Williams. She knew him by reputation but had never meet him and that's why his bosses hired her. He would never see her coming. His file was in her purse, but she could recall what it said. Dark-haired man in his early 30s, married with 3 kids, mother still living. He goes to visit her at the Sullivan nursing home everyday at 10 in the morning. Spends most nights at the Culture Club on 8th street. Looking at him she could also tell he was a narcissistic middle man with dreams above his station. If he hadn't been here tonight she would have had to catch him at the nursing home tomorrow. He was due to testify before the grand jury at 9am on Friday. The burner phone in her purse lit up to show another urgent text, she had no idea what Liam knew but it sure was making the wrong people nervous. That was the 3rd text she had received since 5 o'clock this evening. “Their going to have a nervous break-down if they don't calm down. They know I always finish what I say I'll do. That's why they pay me the big bucks.” she mumbled to herself.

   Through the flashing lights and cigarette smoke she saw Liam and his entourage making their way to the dance floor. She palmed the small atomizer of cyanide solution and made her way to the floor. She danced her way over to Liam, and pretend to stumble. She apologized purposely slurring her words and sprayed him quickly in the face as she pretended to hang on for balance. One of his bodyguards helped her off the floor and back to the bar, to make sure she would be okay. When he headed back to his boss, she collected her purse and headed for the door. As she left, the door was closing behind her, she heard a scream and a yell “Call 911 he's having a heart attack.”

   She hailed a cab and climbed in the back. She sent the text: 'DONE' smiled and threw the phone out the window. She leaned back against the seat of the cab humming to herself. The other $50 thousand would be in her account by morning.