weekly perk. #11

weekly perk. something positively uplifting every week from her sandra's head. what sandra thinks.

I have nearly lost the entire week without posting this. [Hey, my weeks are Sunday to Saturday… I’m not late… yet!] The days just sort of slipped by me this week… writing alphabet posts… taking care of my sick son [junior-man-flu]… trying to find new and exciting things to cook for dinner. [Ask me about my ‘chili mac and cheese’… God it’s good.]

So… random good-happy-perky stuff this week…

My daughter loves to ask us what our favorite [color, food, season, holiday, movie, whatever – you name it] is. As an extension of this, a few days ago, she decided to divide a sheet of paper into four sections and label them – herself, her brother, Dad, and Mom. In each, she drew a picture of the person doing a favorite activity and she wrote something at which she thinks we’re the best. I need to dig this out of her pile of artwork/schoolwork so I can post a picture, but for now…

She drew me sitting on the sofa with my laptop, writing, with a cup of coffee on the table beside me. Apparently, this is what she pictures when she thinks of what Mom loves to do. She’s not wrong… at least as far as non-adult activities go. It was adorable. Maybe it makes me look lazy… but at least it wasn’t what she drew for Dad – two pictures: one of him eating pizza and the other of him sleeping. Ha!

My favorite, though, was what she wrote about me. “Mom, you are the funniest and smartest ever.” She is awesome. And I love that my kid thinks I’m funny.

My daughter is pretty much a constant source of entertainment. As is obvious by her insistence that I “powerpuff” myself:

me: powerpuffed.

There you have it! The picture of me you’ve all been dying to see for months! You’re welcome.

On an entirely different note, this week, my blog surpassed 400 followers. I still can’t believe that. Like I’ve said before, I’m sure about 20% of those people actually read regularly (or fewer), but I don’t care. It’s an incredible amount of support and love. And I’m not going to be all modest and humble about it. [Not at the moment, anyway.] To me, this means my writing is enjoyed and appreciated. I have fans. [You may cheer now… hold up signs… do the wave.] Maybe using the word fans is pushing it. I’m okay with pushing it.

Thanks for reading, my generous and kind friends. And please – don’t be shy. If there’s something you’d like me to write more of – anything at all – please let me know. And if you want to throw words at me for the a-to-z challenge, please do! I will consider all suggestions. I haven’t written anything yet for letters i through z, except for m. Talk to me!

Until sometime next week…

Stay perky, my friends. But not so much that I have to drop-kick you.
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h is for hot. #atozchallenge

hot.

h is for hot.

In the darkness of night
A stripe of moonlight
Painted across your chest
I stare while I undress
And gently crawl into bed
Lay a sweet kiss on your head
You touch my cheek and sigh
Lift your body over mine
I whisper into your ear
Sorry I woke you, my dear
But you’re irresistibly hot…
~
Don’t be sorry, love, I’m not.


A to Z challenge — a letter a day throughout the month of April (except Sundays) until we reach z.
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fiction friday 20: the massage. (part 3: the end) (m)

fiction friday.


The Massage: Part 3 — the conclusion. If you missed parts 1 & 2, they are here: Part 1 and Part 2

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g is for green arrow. #atozchallenge

arrow.

g is for green arrow.

Years on an island
Lost to the world
Presumed dead
Until his return
Now living two lives
Oliver Queen in daylight
And under a green hood
With his bow in the night
An honorable mission
To end his city’s crime
Brooding hero with an arrow
He can shoot me anytime


A to Z challenge — a letter a day throughout the month of April (except Sundays) until we reach z. My theme is small.
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f is for friend. #atozchallenge

best friends.

f is for friend.
for Brian

We were mind readers
But only for each other
Volumes spoken
Without a single word
A giant hug shared
Because we just knew
Laughter so strong
It hurt our insides
Support and love
Without hesitation
Destined to be friends
The perfect combination

branch.

My cousin Brian and I were born three months apart to the day. We sat together in preschool sharing crayons and cookies. Though we lived in different towns and couldn’t see each other as much as we wanted, we had a bond that built an amazing, unforgettable friendship. It wasn’t just because he was family – he would have become family to me anyway. Brian died when we were 19.


A to Z challenge — a letter a day throughout the month of April (except Sundays) until we reach z. My theme is small.
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e is for engagement.

#atozchallenge

engaged.

e is for engagement.

Like many girls, I grew up with the fantasy
Princesses and waltzes and Prince Charming
But before long, these wishes fell out of favor
Replaced by a life better than fairy tales
Love, real and true, does not require a show
Of the romance found in every book and movie
(Oh, those are lovely stories but predictable)
Unusual gestures may seem devoid of romance
Yet such thought and love surpasses typical
And that is why I knew you truly loved me –
I deserved more than flowers and bended knee
You gave me laughter and a forever story
When you sat near me on the bed with a ring
Handed it to me and said, “Here you go.
heart hug.


A to Z challenge — a letter a day throughout the month of April (except Sundays) until we reach z. My theme is small.
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d is for devil.

#atozchallenge

devil.

d is for devil.

you love me for my innocence
but you crave my wickedness
the angelic ways of my past –
I have shattered them like glass
I could collect the pieces inside
but I choose the dangerous ride
darkness not light
wrong not right
trick not treat
sexy not sweet
you love the angel I used to be
but you adore the devil in me

devil.

(oh… you knew these wouldn’t all be so innocent!)

A to Z challenge — a letter a day throughout the month of April (except Sundays) until we reach z. My theme is small.
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c is for crush.

#atozchallenge

crush.

c is for crush.

I was barely thirteen
When I saw you the first time
The epitome of tall dark and handsome
And I remember the day
You smiled and spoke to me –
It was only hello
But you knew my name
And my heart turned to mush
Hearing the beautiful voice
Of my very first crush


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