Camp!

March 9th, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, trifecta, words / 7 Comments »

Jason wants to go to camp, Jenni. We can’t afford it. I hate to hurt him, though.

Jenni handed a flyer to John. “It’ll be okay. We can sign him up for CAMP!”

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The Trifextra challenge this week was to use an exclamation point correctly. I haven’t yet read the other entries, but I am sure there are a lot of properly used !!!!s. I like to be a bit different . . . a bit off the mark . . . and was interested to find the Camp Exclamation Point website. Perhaps not quite what our editors were seeking, but there you have it.

A word about the names: I have had several friends over the years who have named their children using the same intials as theirs. It can be annoying or endearing.

Camp Exclamation Point is a legitimate camp – the above logo is from their website. If you’d like to be a part of it, check out their website.

Police Blotter

March 7th, 2012 / Categories: trifecta, words / 10 Comments »

3-7-12: Smallville police reported an altercation at the corner of Main Street and Busybody Blvd. last night. A complaint had been called in to SPD regarding two males of indeterminate age standing in the intersection pounding on car hoods with sledge hammers as people approached and passed them. SPD Chief Small addressed the concerns of the townsfolk: “This incident started when the men challenged each other to ‘feats of heroic strength.’ The only cars damaged were owned by the men in question.” Chief Small ended by stating that the investigation continues, and both men were released to third parties.

2-29-12: Harriet Manson contacted the dispatcher to report her cat was missing. Smallville Fire Dept. responded and found the cat curled up in its bed near Ms. Manson’s feet. Ms. Manson thanked SFD with freshly baked cookies.

Sarah chuckled as she refolded the newspaper and laid it onto the breakfast table. “I so love the police blurbs from Smallville, Dan. There never seems to be anything as vulgar as murder or even breaking and entering. Just the occasional feats of strength and missing cat report.”

Dan Small smiled at his wife as she adjusted his badge and gave him a peck on the cheek. He loved Smallville for the same reasons.
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Week seventeen at Trifecta we were challenged with using the word vulgar in its third definition. We have delightful police blotter reports from some of the small communities in Alaska. The above, while not being “truth”, is a fair representation of some of those.

The phone rang at 4am

March 2nd, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, trifecta, words / 19 Comments »

Stop the clanging
My head is ringing
Make it stop
Now!
This had better be good
HELLO!
Kevin?
What tower?
Where?
When?
Turn on the TV, Mom
Oh no – this can’t be
9-11-01
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Trifextra Challenge – 33 words: The phone rang at 4am. It was actually closer to 5am Alaska time when we got this call. My son-in-law called us from work on the North Slope of Alaska. I still recall his voice telling us about the towers. Mostly, I recall the silence over Kenai afterwards as all flights were cancelled. Eerie.

Wretched

February 27th, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / 12 Comments »

Jamie knew what kind of day he’d had as soon as Andy’s feet hit the step to the garage door. “Okay, kids. Off to your rooms to finish your homework. We’ll have dinner soon. Let Daddy unwind for a bit. Here, take some carrot sticks with you.”

“This business. These people. This day.” Andy’s grumblings began the minute the door opened.

“They’re blessed to have you on the team, Andy. You give them everything you have everyday, in every way. Come and sit down for a bit while I finish dinner. You can tell me all about it.”

With a quick kiss on his cheek, Jamie took his lunchbox and led Andy to a kitchen stool. “Here, sweetie, nosh on these while I start the pasta. So, what’s one good thing and one bad thing about today?”

It was something she did with the girls each day after school. Jamie hoped it would help Andy, too.

“It’s so hard, Jamie. I feel like I can’t do enough to help. I met the most wretched woman today. She was dressed in about twenty layers. I think she had everything she owned on her back. I offered to help her with her bags and she started screaming obscenities. She thought I was trying to steal them. It breaks my heart.”

“And the good, sweetie?”

“The good? She told me her story and I cried. I couldn’t help myself. Suddenly she reached into one of her (many) pockets and pulled out a snow white hanky. She wiped my eyes dry of tears. It was like I was receiving her benediction.”

Andy hung his head. “I’m sorry I was grumbling when I came in, Jamie. I love you. It just hurts to see people living like that. We found her a bed in the women’s shelter, though. So she’s safe for a bit.

“Say! Where are my girls? Come give Daddy a hug, you munchkins. Mama has dinner ready. Susie, do you want to say grace tonight?”
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above photo from Photoblog.

This week the editors at Trifecta asked us to write 33-333 words using the word WRETCHED in its third definition: being or appearing mean, miserable, or contemptible [dressed in wretched old clothes]

Make it Stop!!!! (please)

February 27th, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / Comments Closed

Kenai is being buried under snow. Yes, I know that Valdez and Cordova have gotten plenty more than we . . . but, this is HOME and affecting ME! lol

Had the driveway plowed out yesterday and it has not stopped snowing yet . . . in fact, my workplace has not been plowed and I am among many who will not be making it in to work today. Schools have a two-hour delay . . . pretty much unheard of around here.

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