Monthly Archives:November 2011

Punny People

November 29th, 2011 / Categories: Moosin Around / 1 Comment »

A little while back I wrote about my love for words and how my mother had instilled that love into me.

I must thank the Irish side of my geneology as well. Dad’s family carried those genes. Somewhere along the line I think I picked up the Irish gift of gab, and the love of a good joke, the turn of a phrase, the inside jokester in me sharing the inside joke. I’d like to think there were some funny people in my dad’s large family.

In our small family – hubby moose, two daughters and me – we have always shared laughter at our inside jokes. Punny people we are. Only, it was mostly I who was the punster. I did my dead-level best to get people to crack up using self-deprecating humor and plays on words.

So, imagine my delight when (after 42.5 years of marriage) I discovered just the other day that apparently I have rubbed off on hubby moose.

We were driving in his rig to the store and talking about just how cold it was that day. We both looked at his vehicle thermometer and remarked that it was 2 below zero. Without cracking a smile or missing a beat he quipped well, it won’t be 2 below forever – that’s in Mississippi.

Double take!

TUPELO – 2 BELOW!!!! bwahahahaha – you are one punny fellow hubby moose!
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Lucky Me

November 24th, 2011 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / 6 Comments »

You’re so lucky, she gushed. You have the perfect job, the perfect house, the perfect kids, the perfect husband.

Yeah, that’s what I call it. Lucky.

Little did she know that behind the perfect job lay a boss who gloated in my imperfections; behind the perfect house lay a too many years to be counted mortgage; behind the perfect kids lay orthodontia and medical bills, as well as delinquencies; and behind the perfect husband lay his mistress. Okay, the mistress lay beneath the perfect husband.

But at least I have my health.

Here’s to good health. It’s all I’ve got.
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This piece for Velvet’s 100 Word challenge (LUCKY) is not quite (okay, nowhere near) as sappy as my last entry. Purely fictional for any family who might wander by and wonder what in the world is up with the moose.
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Week 2 Trifecta

November 22nd, 2011 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, trifecta / 2 Comments »

A word to the wise, the following 333 words have a few not so nice words. Read on at your own risk.
🙂 The second week challenge is BETRAY –

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Brandi looked to her right, to the left, and back right again. Nerves were flaring, but nobody in the group seemed to notice. She was really good at not letting emotions betray her when it was timely for her to be calm.

Now, surrounded by some of the biggest, burliest, BADdest bikers she had ever met, Brandi felt small – insufficient – a speck of fly dung on the smoke-stained walls.

Beau planted his boot shod feet squarely in front of her. He carefully peeled off his leather gloves slowly – finger by finger – using his front teeth. (They were all he had left – the others had been taken from him in several bar brawls.)

“Listen up, bros. My old lady thinks she can sashay her pretty little ass outta here today. She thinks she can leave me and all of you and do it without any consequences. Ain’t that right, BrandiSue?”

“Aw, Beau, you know I love you. I just need to motor down to the store and get my lady supplies. I’ll be back before you know it.” Brandi placed one hand on Beau’s chest and the other in his crotch and winked at him seductively.

He growled and pulled her face up to his. “Just see that you’re back by 2, bitch. I won’t have NO old lady of mine pulling a getaway on me. You hear?”

“I hear you, baby. I’ll be back soon.”

With a rough kiss, Beau shoved Brandi away. She did her best to walk steadily out of the club room, pulling on her own gloves as she went. Not daring to turn to see if he was following, Brandi climbed aboard her Hog and kicked it into gear.

It wasn’t until she was a mile away that she was able to breathe again. The first step in her escape plan was complete. Now she just needed to find the Fibbies’ black SUV before Beau caught on that she had turned state’s witness on him.
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NOTE: My WORD program said I was at 333 words – then I input them here and THIS program (WordPress) said I was at 337 words, so I deleted some. I hope this passes muster for word count.

Snow on Snow on Snow

November 16th, 2011 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / 5 Comments »

The CD played and she softly sang along: In the deep midwinter, snow on snow on snow.

Melancholy touched her spirit. It was this time of year, her formerly favorite time, when Roy had left for Iraq. He’d smiled and touched her forehead with his at the deployment center.

“Ah, my sweet love, I’ll be back before the deep midwinter. We’ll be together before snow piles on snow. I love you. I’ll see you soon.”

Her heart left North Carolina that day. She missed him terribly.

Roy’s rich tenor joined her alto and she looked up to find her joy.

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I buy very little music, but one year I bought an album by an Anchorage couple with what is now my favorite piece of music, In the Deep Midwinter. The image of Snow on Snow on Snow is especially appropriate here in Alaska this year where we have had the aforementioned snows along with great winds. We are between power outages at the moment allowing me these few minutes to write. Ah midwinter!

This is in answer to Velvet Verbosity’s weekly 100 Word challenge: SNOW. You have time to write YOUR 100 words.

Arabian Night

November 16th, 2011 / Categories: trifecta / 3 Comments »

There was much gaiety in the maiden’s chamber. Servant girls twirled and tittered around one small figure. The bedding was strewn with vibrant colors. Red, blue, yellow and rose robes and veils were chosen one by one to adorn the trembling young woman.

Olive oil was combed through her raven hair. “It is most nourishing my mistress,” one of the servants chattered. Pearls and feathers were woven into braids becoming a natural crown.

“You will see. The Sultan will summon you tonight, mistress. You are the most favored maiden in his entire harem. His servants have been watching you. It is they who have ordered the goat’s milk baths which soften your skin; the vials of the purest fragrances to sweeten your aroma. He is waiting for you; you have achieved his favor.”

The girl trembled again, whether from fear or from anticipation we cannot say. Yet the slightest smile turned up her lips as she gazed into the mirror placed in front of her. The maids touched her lips with red and smudged kohl around her eyes. Costly gems were dotted upon her bronze skin in appealing patterns.

The final touch was the rose veil placed over her face. More titters went up as all the servants nodded approval of their mistress.

“It is time, mistress.”

She looked up to see the chief eunuch standing at the entrance. Shakily she stood and waited to see what his eyes would tell her. He simply nodded and turned away. The servants pushed her toward him and bowed as she passed.

The path to Sultan’s tent was lighted by torch and strewn with tightly woven rugs. The slightest breeze ruffled her veils and caused goose bumps to rise on her arms beneath the gauzy sleeves.

The eunuch lifted the tent flap and stepped back as the maiden stepped over the threshold.

“Come to me child,” a deep voice rumbled. She glanced back once to the eunuch, straightened her shoulders and went to meet her Sultan.
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Written for the first Trifecta Writing Challenge. Each week a one word challenge will be posted – the third definition of that word is the meaning of the challenge word. This week the word is SUMMON and the challenge is to write between 33 and 333 words using that word in that definition.

Fun, right? Your turn.
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