Just thought I would share a good laugh with everyone. It reminded me of this post I wrote a while ago!
It seems I may have taken the fortitude of the Red Squirrel completely for granted when waging my war on the furry little bastards.
I entered the battle with the most humane of intentions. I brought home a live-trap so I could capture and relocate the hairy little mercenaries that have been seeking asylum in the walls and ceilings of my home. With my dog and I at sentinel posts, we have been rendered helpless and can only try to figure out how the bristly little vermin have been able to extricate themselves from their metal incarceration -twice! – and re-enter the sanctity of our home.
I have not yet reached the moment when I clench my fists, indignantly throw my hands into the air and scream, “This means war!”. I am certainly bordering on enough sleep loss and misguided rage to window shop in the hunting section of the local Home Hardware.
I have warned my co-workers – if I come in to work on Monday with traces of black dye under my eyes and remnants of any camouflage, things did not go well on the weekend. I can only hope if I reach Defcon One that I am a little more adept in the woods than Elmer Fudd!
“Shhh. Be vewy, vewy quiet.”
I have a strong penchant for all things creative and I’ve dabbled in many of them. Since I was a young child, I could always find ways to express myself artistically. When I was still in single digits I would spend hours at a time at our summer cottage painting birds on old cedar shingles. I was no Rembrandt but I must say they were pretty good. My parents were slightly concerned that I was not spending more time outside until they came to the realization that I never complained that I was bored and they didn’t have to find things for me to do.
Exploring that creativity was like opening the door to a new world. My affection for writing began at the tender age of eleven and that passion has always been my true love. Being able to paint my images with words gave me more freedom because the images came from my head and they were an original creation, not an imitation of anything else.
The poetry continued through high school but the writer in me found great competition with the sketch artist lurking in the shadows. I would spend hours, most often during class, sketching and shading a large collection of pencil drawings and thus continued my artistic journey. Oil painting, photography, wood carving, sewing and cake decorating are all part of my creative arsenal and I enjoy being able to dive into the bag and pull out a different weapon when the mood strikes.
Tonight, once again, I get to trade idioms for icing and decorate a going away cake for a friend. I used to make wedding cakes as a side business and loved it. It was three hours of being able to lose myself in a process that would begin with a blank canvas and turn into something beautiful. The cake above was a cake I made for my mom on her 65th birthday. Everything on the cake was made by hand and all edible.
Perhaps my love of words stands above the rest because words are forever. Cakes will be eaten, pencil and colors may fade, but words and phrases are always readily available and they do not need a time or a place to be written. They linger in the recesses of my brain and stand ready and waiting, longing for the chance to be freed.
Though we have many loves throughout our lives, we always remember our first true love. While the writer in me may step aside to allow the myriad of other hobbies to bubble to the surface, those words will wait for me because they know my heart belongs to them.
Family and friends aside, is writing your true love or do you share a passion for something else?
DJMatticus over at The Matticus Kingdom is having a Scavenger Hunt. I am having a rather quiet afternoon at work and thought ‘what fun!”, so I’m sharing this with all of you in hopes that you’ll join in the merriment!
Here is what he’s after:
Let’s do a scavenger hunt!! Doesn’t that sound awesome? I have no idea how it is going to work!! And, yes, I’m so excited about that I am using the double exclamation points on purpose!!
How about this:
Go forth, using whatever methods you like, and bring me back whatever you think best represents:
1) The Jester (he obviously had to be writing!!)
2) The Queen
You’re the best friend
that I ever had
I’ve been with you such a long time
You’re my sunshine
And I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
You’re my best friend
3) The Little Prince
4) The Kingdom (couldn’t live anywhere but a mountain top)
5) The End of the World… or, for bonus points, The World NOT Ending (it may look like the world has ended, but there is always a soft place to land.)
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I f&*king hate winter.
Well, now that WAS fun…..hope you all take a minute or two to participate!!
Blessed by a Greek Goddess
with powers beyond the norm
inducted into the proper ranks of Amazons
to her destiny she was sworn
donning her star spangled britches
a female legend was born
Written for the Trifextra weekend challenge: This weekend we’re having some fun with the prompt, some super-powered fun, that is. We’re asking you to write the origin story to the superhero of your choice in exactly 33 words.
(image credit: walkswithin.com)