spontaneous sunset.

I am a complex individual. (And that is a gross simplification of my disastrous brain.) But I do love that my kids have inherited some of me — the good things, anyway. (I guess there are a few…) But, of course, they got some of the crap, too. Poor kids.

I hate that my son worries a lot.
I love that he is a math genius and that he has amazing artistic talent and a great sense of humor.

I hate that my daughter loves dessert so much. And dip. All kinds of dip. (With chips, obviously.)
I love her beautiful blue eyes and her selflessness and spontaneity. And her love of creative writing.

Last night, the sunset was beautiful. But we have too many trees around our house. I grabbed my keys… “I’m going out to look for a better view… Who wants to come?

Predictably, only little Miss Spontaneity. My husband and son barely looked up from their phones. [I was so tempted to stop for ice cream on our way home. Lazy boys get none! But, now, that’s setting a bad example for my girl… right? I guess super-bitch with ice cream wouldn’t be a good thing for her to inherit…]

Off we went. Of course, time does not stand still so I knew we had to go somewhere nearby. The lake… close enough. Kind of.

Please excuse my terrible photography skills. Also, I took these with my phone. (That’s a good excuse for crappy photos, right?)

sunset.

sunset.

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the last.

the last.

He’s the one
I’m sure of it
Until he’s gone
I guess we didn’t fit

I found him
Perfect and sweet
He let me down
The scars he left run deep

It’s real this time
I know it is
But he loves her
I can never be his

When you walked in
I fell in love so fast
I was a fool once more
To believe you’d be the last.

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swash.

This is my song today… and clearly my inspiration.
(Wow… this is too old to have a video… please infer nothing about my age from this matter.)

 

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fiction friday 41: secret admirer. part 19.

fiction friday.


This is part 19 of secret admirer. ♥ (I know, it’s already Monday… so very sorry.)

[Previously posted: part 1part 2part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18]
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observation.

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six-word story.
prompt: observation

Searched. Found. Right before my eyes.

dots.

I hope you’ll visit Sometimes Stellar Storyteller to vote… and maybe even enter your own six-word story. Have fun!

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secret.

admirer.

how I met their father. part 6. the love of romance.

…is going to be late. Clearly. Since it is currently 12:32 am in my timezone. So yeah, it’s Saturday.

Sorry. Please don’t hate me (‘because I’m beautiful’). [insert pouty sad face here]

I got hurt. Physically, this time. I may actually prefer this hurt to the other kind. I suppose this is a terrible excuse for being late since I didn’t hurt my typing fingers. I hurt my back. At least I can walk now. Well, I could walk the whole time, but now I can do it without agonizing pain. As the doc told me, I need to cut back on the sexual antics. It may be time to pack up the swing. Fuck.

I promise I’m writing. I know it may not be many of you, but those who are reading this story (this story that, I admit, even I have fallen in love with) — thank you for your patience. Maybe I will stop with the delays if I can figure out how to reverse the curse that has obviously been placed upon me.

I’d better get back to writing now before I’m burned at the stake. Hugs and kisses…

red hearts.

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gravity.

gravity.

I try to escape but I’m bound
I need silence but still hear sounds
I want relief but my head pounds
I’m lonely but no one’s around
I search but I’ve never found
I tread water but I drown
I look up but still feel down
I climb but fall to the ground

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swash.

This is my song today… It just is. (Nice guitar face, John.)

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the perk. #27

Hi. Welcome to the ‘whenever the fuck I feel like it’ perk. 

the perk.

number twenty-seven.

Yesterday I visited my husband at work. His human resources department brought in a nurse to give flu shots… and I went to get one. This is not exciting. Neither was standing around in his office lobby waiting for our turn.

I don’t see my husband’s coworkers often. Maybe once or twice a year. But some of them remember me anyway. They’re very nice but I suck at making small talk. Mostly, though, it was just John and I, standing around waiting.

Then I got my flu shot… and headed home. Of course I stopped on the way home for coffee. And it finally happened. Dunkin’ doesn’t have their super-delicious butter pecan coffee flavor anymore. Damn! Summer is really over now. I tried to get through it, but it was incredibly disappointing.

I swear… I’m getting to the good part.

I texted John with my terrible coffee news.

Me: Dunkin has no more butter pecan…

Him: Sorry. This might make you feel better though…

Me: What? You have a stash of butter pecan stuff?

Him: No

Him: After you left here, I got a phone call from Tom

[Tom is a coworker and friend – my husband has known him for 20-something years.]

Me: Yes? He has butter pecan??!?

Him: No

Him: He called me and said “Wow, your wife looks great!”

Me: Really?!

Him: He said he wanted to say hi but he didn’t want to seem creepy.

Me: Why would he seem creepy?

Him: I don’t know. Staring at your boobs? Maybe he was flustered.

Me: Yeah, right. So, how did you respond to this? I imagine you said “I guess…”

[Me waiting…]

 Me: Or maybe you just hung up on him…

Him: I didn’t hang up. I agreed with him

Me: Must be the new bra. Men like boobs

Him: He likes curvy women.

Me: My curves are nice. Imagine if he knew I wanted to have sex constantly… then I’d probably look even better…

Later when John got home from work, he seemed a bit more interested in my lady parts than he’s been lately. Fucker. He doesn’t realize how lucky he is to have a hot wife until some other guy calls attention to it…

Sadly, this story doesn’t have a ‘happy ending’, so to speak… kids and being tired and other such things… maybe tomorrow. Or someday. Apparently I need to run into Tom more often. And start flirting with him.

pretty.

wave

☼ Perky is not just a mood, it’s a way of life. That I hate.
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guess: further detail.

movie theater.

When I posted ‘guess‘, I never considered the fact that guessing would be impossible for anyone who hadn’t seen any or all of those movies. So… since they are all movies I adore, I thought I’d offer some additional information. In my (obviously expert and accurate) opinion.

Spoiler alert. These movies are from 2001, 2010, 2011, 2013… so I take no responsibility. For anything. Ever.

(1) Monsters, Inc. (2001)
When my daughter was younger, this was her favorite movie so, of course, I’ve seen it many times. The whole concept is brilliant. And Sully is such a big fuzzy cuddly teddy bear. Except a monster. The way the monsters travel between worlds, around the world… and that whole door concept — brilliant. I guess that’s why those geniuses work at Pixar and I don’t. Oh, there’s even a ‘gag reel‘… which obviously would never happen in the process of making an animated film (not like this, anyway). The sequel (Monsters University) didn’t live up to the original. But Monsters, Inc. is still one of my favorite Pixar films.

monsters-inc-scene

(2) Tangled (2010)
For me, this may be the best movie ever. When my daughter was younger than now but older than her Monsters, Inc. phase, we watched Tangled every Friday. No discussion needed. Boy leaves for school, breakfast, Tangled. I can still recite at least 75% of this movie from memory. (Truly, probably more than that.) Oh, of course if you start to analyze the story, it’s really quite dark — kidnapped girl, never knew her parents, never allowed to leave that tower. But hell, look at Cinderella. Her life sucked. Then she married a stranger. Rapunzel, though, she basically said F-you and did what she wanted. Eventually. And she did it with the hottest animated man of all time. (Yes, I know, I have serious problems.) It’s got funny parts… romance… parts that made me cry… and many many lines that are quoted pretty much daily in my house. I could go on. But I will spare you. Kind of. “I don’t know why, but overall, it just smells like the color brown. Your thoughts?

eugene dies.

(3) This Is The End (2013)
This is a raunchy, foul-mouthed, sometimes gross, depraved and just generally inappropriate film. I found it hilarious even on my third viewing. The first time I saw it was at work (before I got laid off, obviously). Yes, lights out in the conference room, my boss gave us a “movie break” with take-out lunch, and of course, blinds closed. I’m not sure what else I can say about this movie… it’s just… well, you have to see it. If I detailed a scene from it, you probably wouldn’t believe me anyway. Also, Craig Robinson is hilarious.

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(4) Thor (2011)
Living with my husband and my son, I see pretty much every superhero movie. Several times. The Marvel films are all quite good… I love some more than others. I find Iron Man both amusing and awesome… I love his character (and RDJ is perfect in that role). I really enjoyed Ant-Man, too. But Thor, well, fuck me! Look at him. Chris Hemsworth: my one ‘celebrity free pass‘ with blond hair. (Yeah, I almost always go for the tall, dark, and handsome ones… Chris has the tall and handsome. Totally enough for me. Especially if he doesn’t shave. Yum. I know, I have a problem. At least this one’s not animated.) Oh, and let’s not forget (who could?), we also get Tom Hiddleston. Of course, there is also a great story happening in this film. Although sometimes one is distracted. I do love when the story isn’t all dark and serious. Sure, some bad shit is going down but there’s still a sense of humor. Sounds like my life.

thor-movie-mud

wave

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