Friday, December 31, 2010
Do Better! 2011
Short and simple. My goal for 2011. Do better. Personally, professionally, physically, spiritually, socially, economically. Do better.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
All I want for Christmas
I am craving this two piece luggage set. It's a fake python print in an outrageous fuschia pink and orange print. FABULOUS! I LOVE IT!. I have been scouring the internet for this set a cheaper price but not one seems to have it. It's discontinued. Kathy Van Zeeland is the designer and she has a matching print slouchy purse.
It is for sale on ebay for $199.00 plus shipping and handling. I know, I know its a small forture for a rolling suitcase and a matching dome bag. Both are just the right size to carry on an airplane. 
The dome bag slides onto the handle of the suitcase so that you can easily pull them both through the airport with ease.
I've got the money but I'm trying not to make this an impulse purchase that I will regret later. I am trying to clean out my closet sell some unused stuff on ebay to get $200 to buy this set. That would be all right wouldn't it be?
What would I use it for? I go to one or two overnight retreats during the year? Sometimes a scrapbook retreat and one or two writers retreats. I go visit my husband's family out of town 4 to 6 times a year. We travel by car but I hate the navy blue duffles or the brown suitcases that he bought so these would be fun to use.
So this is all I want for Christmas this year. Except may a color e-reader like an ipad with 3G or at least the matching purse to go with this suitcase set. It looks like this.
Should I buy it?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Tuesday Morning Flash Fiction
I took a class on writing flash fiction and many of the participants formed a group to work on crafting compelling and interesting stories in 1000 words or less. The moderator/instructor gave us four words to include in a 400 word story. The words were bulldog, intimidate, fundamental and concrete.
Here's what I wrote.
It began without warning. The waves squeezed, tightened and washed over her core. They slammed into her pelvis, her back and her sides like the surf pounding into the shore during a hurricane. She ran her hand over her belly feeling the taunt skin and the underlying muscles momentarily harden into concrete.
“Two more weeks, you’re not due for two more weeks. Now stop it.” She ordered trying to intimidate the muscles into submission even though a part of her realized they had taken on a life of their own. The muscle loosened and she turned back to the work cluttering her desk.
The cheerful voices of her employees and the aroma of various homemade foods spilled out of the conference room and carried down the hallway further distracting her from the fundamental assignments she felt compelled to complete. For a moment she considered rejoining them at her baby shower but she had much too much work and they all wanted the shower more than she did.
Another contraction rocked her body, the numbers on her computer screen blurred as her eyes glazed over from the pain. She sank back in the chair realizing that she no longer had control of the body she once propelled through several triathlons. Stubborn like a bulldog with its jaws locked on its favorite bone, she refused to give up and turned once again to the work before her.
The gush of amniotic fluid signaled the inevitable and she struggled to her feet. Gathering some things from her desk, she headed out barking orders to her staff. Startled employees rushed to her side offering reassurances that all would be taken care of.
She settled into the passenger seat of a car as employees gathered around the car shouting
words of encouragement. “Your husband will meet you at the hospital.” Her assistant said taking her laptop and briefcase before handing it to a co-worker. The assistant climbed into the driver seat and started the engine.
“Hey.” She screamed realizing that she was alone without the items which occupied most of her time and attention. “Go back and get my stuff. I’ve got work to do.”
“Yes, you do have work to do.” The elderly woman steering the car said. “But you won’t need anything from the office."
Here's what I wrote.
Labor
By Pamela Anderson-Moore
It began without warning. The waves squeezed, tightened and washed over her core. They slammed into her pelvis, her back and her sides like the surf pounding into the shore during a hurricane. She ran her hand over her belly feeling the taunt skin and the underlying muscles momentarily harden into concrete.
“Two more weeks, you’re not due for two more weeks. Now stop it.” She ordered trying to intimidate the muscles into submission even though a part of her realized they had taken on a life of their own. The muscle loosened and she turned back to the work cluttering her desk.
The cheerful voices of her employees and the aroma of various homemade foods spilled out of the conference room and carried down the hallway further distracting her from the fundamental assignments she felt compelled to complete. For a moment she considered rejoining them at her baby shower but she had much too much work and they all wanted the shower more than she did.
Another contraction rocked her body, the numbers on her computer screen blurred as her eyes glazed over from the pain. She sank back in the chair realizing that she no longer had control of the body she once propelled through several triathlons. Stubborn like a bulldog with its jaws locked on its favorite bone, she refused to give up and turned once again to the work before her.
The gush of amniotic fluid signaled the inevitable and she struggled to her feet. Gathering some things from her desk, she headed out barking orders to her staff. Startled employees rushed to her side offering reassurances that all would be taken care of.
She settled into the passenger seat of a car as employees gathered around the car shouting
words of encouragement. “Your husband will meet you at the hospital.” Her assistant said taking her laptop and briefcase before handing it to a co-worker. The assistant climbed into the driver seat and started the engine.
“Hey.” She screamed realizing that she was alone without the items which occupied most of her time and attention. “Go back and get my stuff. I’ve got work to do.”
“Yes, you do have work to do.” The elderly woman steering the car said. “But you won’t need anything from the office."
Friday, July 2, 2010
Great Romantic Movies ~ Love Jones
So I'm watching just a little bit of the BET Awards re-run and I catch Nia Long and Lorentz Tate reciting a bit of their poem from the movie Love Jones. So with a little help from my friends at YouTube and Google, I bring you one of the best "I want to get to know you better" poems in movie history if not eva.
Love Jones is a 1997 romantic drama film Written and Directed by Theodore Witcher. It stars Larenz Tate and Nia Long.
Dariaus( played by Lorentz Tate) a struggling writer meets Nina ( Nia Long) a photographer as he is going into the club and spontaneously renames this poem for her before he recites it. Enjoy.
"I'm the blues in your left thigh, trying to be the funk in your right."
Love Jones is a 1997 romantic drama film Written and Directed by Theodore Witcher. It stars Larenz Tate and Nia Long.
Dariaus( played by Lorentz Tate) a struggling writer meets Nina ( Nia Long) a photographer as he is going into the club and spontaneously renames this poem for her before he recites it. Enjoy.
"I'm the blues in your left thigh, trying to be the funk in your right."
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