Category Archive:Moose Nuggets

Bodies glisten. Oiled, tanned, sleek bodies intermingle with sweat-dripping, not so sleek bodies. Hard bodies and those striving to become hard(er) bodies work side by side. A night at the gym takes precedence over another night at the movies – the bar – the couch.

After the first tremulous days of being in a new place, doing new things, and bending my body into unaccustomed shapes I’ve become one with the gym.

It’s not been an easy 7 months, but it has been fruitful. 40 pounds gone away – for good. Many more pounds must follow. Each day a new day towards life.
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VV’s 100 Word challenge this week is SHAKE. The above is a true story. I have many more pounds to go before I am sleek . . . but it is getting closer.

Bérenger ZYLA / Water Photos / CC BY-NC-ND

It was
The day after
Kingdom
Come

The mists
Cleared

We raised

Stretched
Our hands
To the sky

Stooped
slowly
To the
Ground

We sought
What was
Lost

Wondered

If we
Were found

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The Trifecta weekend challenge was to write 33 words with the above picture as the catalyst. These are mine . . . where are yours?

Stepping away from the writerly side of the Moose and posting some pics from the weekend. Took youngest daughter and two of the granddaughters to Anchorage for a spring break-like weekend. We walked (and walked and walked some more) through the Dimond Center Mall – Oil & Vinegar shop and Build – a – Bear were the fave stops . . . oh, and the elevator. Sigh, you would think we lived in a small town or something. 🙂

For your viewing pleasure I give you the girls and some of the activities we did – more to follow: (thumbnails – click for larger view)



Fun at the Anchorage Museum – lots more pics taken, but these were fun. Can you tell what on us is coldest? And, in the second, a re-enactment of daughter and niece many years ago (about 25) when THEY were 13 and visiting the museum for the first time – trying to touch the moose and hearing over the speaker: don’t touch the moose. They looked around – saw nobody and tried again only to hear: I SAID, DON’T TOUCH THE MOOSE! lol. These girls did not try to touch the moose.
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Fun at Alaska Wildberry Products – home of the largest chocolate waterfall and some pretty big critters, too. Yes, the girls are putting their hands into the moose’s nostrils – sigh.

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Fun at the Alaska Rock Gym. The girls met Josh and learned to harness up, then to practice on the small wall, first with Josh and then with Mama/Auntie as the belay-er. They did some rock climbing without ropes on the smaller walls and then Auntie watched over them with ropes and much fun. We had a couple of tired girlies by the end of the day.

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But, not TOO tired, to do some cutting up with the giant scissors at Great Cuts.

We both took many more pictures and even some video which may be shared later. Hope you enjoyed a bit of our spring break fun.

Matt Blaze / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Is this thing on? I always worry that I’ve forgotten something.

It’s hard for me to tell you these things, Susie, but now it’s time. I’m not your dad.

Your dad is . . . shoot!
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33 words! That’s the weekend challenge from trifecta’s wordy editors – write 33 words (only!) in 1st person narrative. Phew!

“What did you put in that?” Marcia sputtered, but drank it down anyway.

“Just a little doctor – aka hair of the dog that bit ya,” Andrea laughed. “Drink up, Marcie. You’ll feel better soon.”

“Wha – what time is it?”

“Nearly noon, it’s nearly noon.”

“What day?”

“Lawdie, woman. You sure ask enough questions. It’s Sunday. It’s just Sunday. I’m here. You’re here. You survived your night out on the town.”

“No. I’ve got to go. I’ve got to get home. The kids will be missing me.” She shivered. “Oh, God. Ron will be missing me. What will I tell him?”

“Tell him it’s over, baby cakes. Tell him he’s screwed his last bimbo and you are ready to do it on your own. Tell him whatever you want. He’s an ass. He’s treated you like crap for way too many years.

“You didn’t do anything wrong last night. We went out. We had a couple – okay a LOT – of drinks – but you’re still as pure as you were when I took you out. You didn’t do anything wrong. I brought you here because it was closer and you were out of it.”

“Where’s my car? Wait – did I drive?”

“Slow down. Sit down and take a breath. We took a cab to the club. We took a cab here. I’ll drive ya home in a bit when your head clears.

“Really, Marcie, you need to take some time to think. I’ll be right there with ya when you’re ready. You told me you’re ready to move on with your life. When it gets from your head to your heart you let me know and I’ll help you however you need. There’s a big life out there, kiddo. You’ll be just fine in it.”

“Thanks, Andrea. I know you’re right. I do. But, for now I’ve got to get home and to my kids. They are the only reason I exist. They deserve to know I’m there for them.

“Now, where are my shoes?”
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written for Trifecta’s challenge “Doctor” 3a : material added (as to food) to produce a desired effect.

I’ll be honest – I’ve just had a surgical procedure at the hospital and have only been home for an hour – the “good” drugs probably haven’t worn off. You’ll tell me, won’t you, if this is just drivel and I totally missed the mark in my hang-over?
🙂