Category Archive:Moose Nuggets

I am not sure WHO decided that with December should come rain and thawing temperatures. It has been hovering in the high 20s – mid 30s all week. Today? 41 degerees and raining in town at 7 a.m. Bizarre.

Of course with the rain comes thawing and compacting of our snow . . . and lots of standing water. I know full well that the city will be by tomorrow sometime – probably just about the time I want to leave for work – to plow the road and will leave a huge, icy berm for us to deal with. I’m having enough trouble getting into and out of the driveway now with all the slushy ruts. The other thing that will happen is the wind that is kicking up out there right now will blow away all the clouds and we will go back into the deep freeze. Frozen ruts are NOT fun to maneuver through.
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So – out I go with old clothes, my old motorcycle boots (winter boots? nahhhhhhh) and work on the lower part of the driveway. Ugh! Heavy stuff it is, too. Got most of the area behind my car shoveled down almost the gravel and decided it was time to take a break. Grab some water, transfer stuff from the dryer to hangers and put in a load of towels – oh, and chat here as well.

I have a pot of tater soup on the stove to fortify myself before going back out. Not sure if I will get Hubby-Moose’s side of the driveway done, but he has a bigger vehicle that sits up higher – and 4wd as well. So, I think he’ll be okay.

Remember my motto . . . I live in Alaska – I make my own fun.
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Bouncing inside my skull
Like poisonous darts
The words wanted out
You bastard!
You bitch!

You unspeakable unprintable word

To stoop so low as
To bring her here
To invade
My sanctuary

My peace
Now shattered

Outside
Visible
Composure
Perfect grace

Welcome to my home
Dan has told me so much about you

And left much to my
Imagination

Won’t you come in?
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This is my entry for Trifecta’s Challenge – Week 3. I can only imagine what life would be like if we did not censor our thoughts and allowed such to come out to play. There might be a collective sigh of relief – or a world shattered beyond recognition.

Along South Central Alaska’s coastal highways are posted signs that say ESCAPE ROUTE. Among other signs such as AVALANCHE AREA ENDS (I was in an avalanche area? Shiver), these can pull you up short if you are unaware.

Alaska has many earthquakes every day. Some might cause a Tsunami. In such a case it’s best to be aware of the perfect escape route.

Would that LIFE had such signs for us when we face “interesting” situations:

ESCAPE ROUTE
Do not pass GO
Enter here
EXIT ONLY
ONE WAY
TURN BACK

All too often I miss the “subtleties” of such signs.
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Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge this week is ESCAPE. The above is my take on the word. Now, it’s YOUR turn. Ready? Set. Write!

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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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.