E is for.... Excitment.

   I couldn't think of an E post. My muses must have been sleeping...Then my stepson called.  He was talking so fast on the answering machine all I got was “Hey Pop its me....”

   So what is the post you ask.... Excitement.
  
   Excitement, changes a person. You can just see and hear them morphing into an other being right in front of you.  They stand up taller. Their eyes light up. Their voice get stronger and higher. And the words literally explode out of them.

    If that person is a fast talker usually...go luck trying to listen to them. My ears are can not listen that fast. I just try to catch the major words as they fly by, and fill in the rest.

   An other thing about Enthusiasm is it is contagious and highly addictive. Luckily they haven't found a cure for it yet. But I am sure some evil person is out there as we speak trying to find one.

    I wish today is that everyone out there in the blog-a-spear catches it.

 “Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.”
 

 Gloria Steinem

D is for Dancers....

   Okay, how could D not be dancers. I have had a love affair with musicals all my life. Not to mention having taught ballroom (think Dancing with the Stars) and country western (Urban Cowboy). Yes, I even taught a little disco...very little, I started teaching in the final days of the disco craze.

   So today is dedicated to some of my favorite dancers.  How many do you know.

    Gene Kelly                                                      Fred Astaire

Donald O'Connor                                              Danny Kaye










Vera Allen                                                         Cyd Charisse

                                                                    


















And more recently...

Mikhail Baryshnikov                                        Gregory Hines

Patrick Swayze                                                Savion Glover

                       

   If you have never seen these people dance, do yourself a favor and check them out on youtube.

C is for creative cussing...

   First off I would like to give Giggle, Laugh, Cry credit for this blog. She had a B blog about ... are you ready “Butterfly butts”. Her daughter recommended it, saying its funny. She was right. Her mom said her daughter used “Butterfly Butts” like most people use “Oh, Shoot”. It got me thinking about cursing and the creative way we use it.
  When I was younger, I didn't cuss... at least not the words you hear today. Today, thanks to having to fill out multiple copies of government forms...I would make a sailor proud...but not my mom. So I am trying to clean up my act....again, and it reminded me of all the ways people cuss when they don't want to get caught cussing.

Some of my favorite examples are...

 

Yosemite Sam's  “Dag Nabit” or is that one word...

 

Ritchie Cunningham's  “H...E...double toothpicks”...

 


Marty the Zebra in Madagascar “Sugar...Honey...Ice...Tea” I had to hear this twice before I caught it.  (Okay, okay I like cartoons. Who doesn't? That and comedy are 2 more favorite C words.)

   So I have come to the conclusion that I agree with Mel Gibson's character in “Signs”. Curse words are not so much the word as how you use them. So why not use something that makes you smile and gets you out of the bad mood your in.

   I am sure you all have examples of creative cursing yourselves. Why not share them in the comments below.

Artwork by Pamela Jo

B is for Blue Bonnets...

   This time of year is a special time for Texans. It is time the bluebonnets and other wildflowers put on a spectacular show. The show is free. Everyone is invited and it can be seen on roadsides all around the state.

Image via Wikipedia

   There are pictures going back generations of Texas families and children posed in the middle of a field of blue. These road trips are still made today. Drive any highway in Texas and you will find cars on the side of the road next to the bluebonnets with cameras out.

   In honor of this annual event, I am posting the poem the Legend of the Bluebonnet. Enjoy...

The Legend of the Bluebonnet

The Texas fields are covered
With a blanket of deep blue.
But for a little Indian girl,
This would not be true.

Texas land was buried and dry.
Rains just would not come.
Indians danced and prayed for rain,
And beat upon their drums.

The Chief made a proclamation.
He appealed to one and all.
A prized possession must be sacrificed
Before the rains would fall.

The Indian camp was silent,
While each person searched his heart.
But when it came to sacrifice,
With possessions they would not part.

Suddenly a little girl stepped forth,
Holding her blue-clad doll.
She placed it in the roaring fire
and raindrops began to fall.

The rain brought forth the grass,
Among its blades, flowers of blue.
To be a sign for all the time
Of a love so pure and true.

Author Unknown

   If you would like to see more of these beautiful flowers check out the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center here.

A is for Apple...

Click here and check out everyone else...

   Today is April 1st... April Fools day. But more importantly the beginning of the A to Z Challenge.  One post for every letter of the alphabet, everyday except Sundays.  It starts today with A and ends April 30th with Z.  Check out all the other protectionists (over 800) by clicking on the picture above. I decided to start with a fridayflash fiction story ...after all it is Friday, April 1st.

A is for Apple....

“A is for apple...J is for Jacks...Cinnamon toasty, Apple Jacks.”

    Ahhh, how I hate that jingle. It has been stuck in my head for weeks now. It just keeps repeating over and over and over and over.

    I can't sleep. I can't think. My nerves are so on edge the Doctor had to prescribe Amitriptylin for me. Even that doesn't get rid of it. It just tones it down.

    I wish I had been born into an Amish family. They have the right idea. No television, no radio, no outside influences. My life would be so much better now without them.

    If I had never seen a television, I would have never seen that commercial. If I had never seen that commercial, I would never have gotten that jingle stuck in my head. If I had never got it stuck in my head, I would not be crazy now.

    Most of all I wish that guy had not told me he was the one that wrote it. He seemed like a nice guy.... too bad.

©2011 Pamela Jo

And so the Madness Begins....