Land sakes (as Grandma Abbott would say), it has been FOREVER since I have been here. Where has the time gone?

Work continues to take most of my time . . . but all work and no play makes for a dull moosie. So, what is happening otherwise?


About 18 months ago I stumbled upon cross fit as a way of working out. I went into it with trepidation and fear because I didn’t know how to do any of the movements and I was sure I would be laughed at. (Oh, catholic grade school days, how you continue to haunt me) But that does NOT happen in Coach Nikki’s cross fit workouts. She is all about working to YOUR (MY) abilities, concentrating on proper form so you (I) don’t get hurt.

SCALE is the word, is the word, is the word.

I started with two nights a week – moving up to two early mornings and then three early mornings and, when Coach Nikki and her PIC Carmen opened their own box, 5 mornings a week. The schedules have changed a bit, but I am still going 5 days a week. I am getting stronger and I love our community of like-minded people.

Recently I took part in the CrossFit Games Open competition, along with several members of our Box. I had NO clue what I was getting myself into. But I am game for most anything and LOVED the stretching of my abilities. Thank goodness the PTB in the Open had a scaled division – and age divisions. I gladly accepted my place in the Masters division (60+) and made it through all 5 weeks of the competition. Placed SECOND in Alaska for my age group. (out of 3, but, shush)

So, yep . . . work . . . cross fit . . . family . . . church . . . THUD!

That THUD is what I do when I come home from work each day. (Getting up at 4:30 is EARLY)

Oh, and knitting . . . yup, still doing that. Writing? Not as much. I still have people wandering through my brain cells begging to be let out. I’ll get the there. It just may take me awhile. I am still writing a bit – have had pieces published in the Alaska Women Speak quarterly magazine several times. I just haven’t been here.

That’s me . . . how have YOU been?

Live Free. Live Strong.

p.s. 3 years ago and last summer pics below . . . will be updating soon. :)
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added a third picture from today.

He reached into his pocket and lifted out a packet. I shivered, looked around him and behind myself to make sure we were alone. This is dangerous business, I tell him. What if we get caught?

Don’t be a ninny, Susan. We’re not gonna get caught. You want ‘em or not? First one’s free, ya know.

I, I dunno, Tommy. What if my mom finds out?

How’s she gonna do that, huh? You gonna tell her? Here, take one. Here’s water to help wash it down.

I took the water and swallowed a capsule.

My weight loss journey had begun.

The impromptu prompt (see what I did there?) from VV this week, via facebook, was capsule. I don’t condone this type of weight loss, but a lot of us have fallen for this line over the years. This is how many lives of addiction start.

Velvet Verbosity

“You was robbed, Mikey! You shoulda been the winner! You want I should go back there and tell em, Mikey? You want me to take care of them for you?”

The two young men strode through the throngs outside the gym. There were jeers and cheers and much posturing.

Mikey shrugged off Pat’s hand and tugged his cap closer to his head. He winced as he touched his eye. Gonna be a beaut of a shiner there tomorrow.

“What do you think you can do, Pat? It’s all good. I’ll get him next week. Just wasn’t my week. Next week.”

written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: ROBBED.

photo credit: 2 Guys Talking Mets Baseball No credit given there for pic.


The line stretched for what seemed like hours. Richard and Gretchen were getting impatient as many of the children were.

Gretchen whined, “Mummy, when shall we eat? I am so hungry.” Richard punched her in the arm and called her a baby, but their mother simply smiled in her stoic way.

“Soon, children. We are nearly there.”

The line inched forward until they were at the head. Mother took the children by their arms and handed them to the Major Domo.

“Sir, here is my offering for the feasting.”

Without looking back she left the arena as the children screamed.

Photo credit: susivinh / Foter / CC BY-ND

This is my offering for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge. A bit darker than my normal, but it felt right for the challenge.

Fairy tales all start the same. These days they do. Once upon a time. Blah, blah, blah. But, there was a time, long ago, fairy tales started differently. Each one, different from the other. Each one had a message.

They started, “Come children, hear.” And the stories. Oh, the stories. Scarey, monsterish, loving, frightening. No blah, blah, blah.

Parents teaching their children how to live in the world of Real. Real families discovered monsters under the bed. Real families were torn apart with no happily ever after. Real sent shudders down your spine.

And, so, once upon a time began.

Fairy tales? Once upon a time? Velvet Verbosity challenges us with the word ONCE.