Tablets are, like, SO COOL!

Game of Groans

Think about an object, an activity, or a cultural phenomenon you really don’t like. Now write a post (tongue in cheek or not — your call!) about why it’s the best thing ever.


“I would, like DIIIIIEEE  without my tablet, you know?  I mean, it’s like, you can EVERYTHING with it.  I’m like, text? email? sext? group chat? and a lot of other things. Like, all my friends have a tablet. It’s like, the most important ummmmm—accesorie–acessory—accessorie—oh, I don’t know, but you know, it’s like, you HAVE to get one! You can, like, carry it in your bag or backpack so it’s always there when you need it, which is like ALWAYS   I mean, you know, I like LOVE my tablet!  I feel really sorry for people who don’t have one. I mean, what are their parents THINKING?  It’s, like, CHILD ABUSE not to get your kid a tablet!  I even use mine to do, you know, like, HOMEWORK!  And that’s why my parents got me one, so I can, like, get better grades.  Like in English, when I have to, like, SPELL things a certain way.  I mean, I don’t get why there are rules for spelling.  I’m like, just spell it the way it sounds, right?

Anyway, I think every kid needs a tablet.  It’s, like, a nec……necc. . . . .neccesitie?  of life! You can stay up with your friends all day and all night.  You can, like, flirt with guys you’ve never even met!  It’s so fun!  And I’m smart enough not to hook up with some PERVERT, you know?

Get a tablet!  You’ll reely love it!

Most is the new Up

_(Most)_____ is the new _(up)_____

Click over to your favorite blog, and pick out the 4th and 14th words (that aren’t “the” or “an”). Drop them into this phrase:

“_____ is the new _____.”

There’s your post title. Now write!


“Just tell me the truth!” cried the visitor. “All I want to know is, what is your most? Can’t  you understand plain words?  What is your most!  You must tell me!”

“My most what?” I exclaimed.  “You are the one who doesn’t understand!  Most needs something to modify.  Like, most loved, most tasty, most relaxing. . . .you have to give me some help here!”

“NO! NO! I’m talking about what is MOST instead of what is LEAST!  It’s not that hard!”

“Ok, just calm down. What do I have the most of? What is most compelling, what is least compelling?  Most really can’t stand alone, you know.  It needs something to modify, or if it’s used as a pronoun, as in “most don’t agree,” there has to be an antecedent somewhere, like Slobovians, which you’ve been talking about already.  And then it becomes a modifier again.  Look, do  you want me to diagram this for you?”

“Agggggghhh!  Why do grammar teachers have to make things so complicated? All I’m asking you is what is your MOST!”

“I can’t answer that.  I really can’t.  I don’t know what  you want to know about my MOST!  Do you mean, for instance, “She has more money than he does, but I have the MOST”?

“All right.  You win. We’re just not communicating.  I asked you a simple question:  What is your most.  You can’t give me a simple answer.  So I give UP! I don’t know why I have to give UP instead of give DOWN, but this language makes no sense anyway.  Goodbye.  I’m not staying where I can’t communicate!”

“Well, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you can’t communicate, but if you leave, I will be the MOST UP that I’ve been all day!”


Simply the Best

NASA is building a new Voyager spacecraft that will carry the best of modern human culture. What belongs onboard?


How modern? Who gets to make this decision?It’s important who makes the choices, because the world view of one person is going to be vastly different than another’s. I don’t think I can answer this one at all. Everything that comes to mind is at least two or three decades out of fashion!

I could go on a rant here.  I could talk about the way our US Constitution is being shredded; about the millions of babies we have legally “terminated,” about the complete breakdown of morals and standards that used to be universally accepted.  I could, But I won’t.

I suppose the most amazing advances of modern times would be in the field of electronics. There’s something new coming out every day, it seems.  It’s hard to keep up, unless you have piles of discretionary money sitting around waiting to be spent.

Along with technology, there are also advances in medical science. People are living much longer today than they were 100 years ago.  They’re not always cogent, because of diseases like Alzheimer’s, and it’s sometimes hard to know if we’ve really gained anything by living longer. The body keeps going, but the  brain no longer can keep up. Still, we’re seeing wonderful things being done for sick children, and even the treatment and rehabbing of veterans is pretty astonishing, if they can just stay in line long enough to get help.

Okay, you can see I’m feeling a little  blah about this prompt.  Cynicism has set in, and I’d better stop before I create more trouble than I want to deal with.

Dream, Dream, Dream♫

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.


Maddie never could remember her good dreams.  They seemed to float away on a wisp of cloud when she woke up, to be carried away into the Neverland of dreams that never came true.

The bad ones, though, she never forgot.  She remembered dreaming of a terrible witch who was constantly chasing her. She’d hear the THUMP THUMP THUMP of the witch’s footsteps following her wherever she tried to go. The worst part was when she dreamed that she couldn’t lift her foot off the ground to take the next step, or that her fastest running speed was slower than a baby’s first tumbling steps. She would cry, and scream.  No one came to help her. It was always dark, and she was always alone.

Sometimes she would dream that she could fly, and then she’d be released from the boundaries of earth and gravity and could finally escape.  She would feel safe at last–until another kid of monster came swooping down out of the darkness, nearly grabbing her with its horrible beak–just before she woke up. Awake, her heart would pound like a jackhammer until she realized she was safe in her own bed and that the dream was over.

Once, though, Maddie had a wonderful dream. She and her friends loved to play wedding, and they had some discarded formal dresses their mothers had worn.  They would dress up, find flowers to carry, and march down an imaginary aisle to imaginary music, often to be met by an imaginary groom who was undeniably dreamy.

She had a dream about that one night.  It surprised her, because she was 21 years old, and she hadn’t been bothered by her nightmares for quite some time. This dream was no nightmare. It came complete with flowers, music, cake, and a handsome groom. As she watched the dream, in that twilight stage between waking and sleeping, she suddenly realized that it was the morning of her wedding day, and everything in the dream was exactly as she had planned it to be.

And they did, indeed, live happily ever after.

No Negatives Today

Shoulda Woulda Coulda

Tell us about something you know you should do . . . but don’t.


Aw, c’mon!  I’ve already shared with you way too many of my personal  weaknesses. I’m really not in the mood for more soul-baring today. You already know I’m overweight, don’t exercise enough, etc.  You know I’m procrastinating about writing the next Great American Novel because. . . . .well, because.

You know I hate housecleaning. And liver, and snakes. Not sure what all else I’ve told you.  Probably too much.

So let’s reverse the focus.  Things I could and DID do!  Yes, I like that much better.

I started two blogs (here and here) in the last three years.  Both are doing fairly well statistically, so I’m happy about that.  And they keep me writing almost every day.

I went back to school at age 50 and earned my master’s degree so I could do private practice counseling, and that’s what I’ve been doing since 2001. Love my work, most of the time.

I learned how to make a quilt.

I have a wonderful collection of teapots.

I’ve done some travel this year, once to the Gulf Coast and once to Slovakia.  Just got back from the latter on July 14.

I’ve been gifted with a couple of herniated lumbar discs this year, something that will likely be a lifelong situation. I’m so thankful for the helpful treatment available these day. This isn’t something I’ve done and am happy about, it’s just something that happened and that I’m learning to accept and deal with.

I’m getting a new kitchen. Progress is slow because Terry has his own physical struggles, and he’s done most of the work himself. And we’ve had good help  from some wonderful friends.

I’m watching my grandkids develop into adults. This is an amazing reward.  Of course,  we still have some who are pre-teen, but it’s just fun to see them all grow up.

The trip to Slovakia was my very first mission trip ever, and I loved it.  When I was a kid, no one was doing short-term missions.  You were a missionary, or you weren’t. If I were a teen, doing a trip like this one would have me thinking hard about becoming a missionary.

I met Dan’s fiance’s parents in Slovakia–Hungary, actually–and that was just a treat. Wonderful people. Maria had to translate everything, of course.

I saw enough of Budapest to make me want to go back 🙂  

I’m enjoying my Bible more than ever.  Studying in order to write/teach the Word is a whole different thing that reading just to read.

Ok, that’s enough. Dan just came by after spending his morning giving free massages to runners/walkers in a 5K event. Pretty cool.


Sorry I Broke My Own Rule!

Well, I Never…

Tell us about something you’ve done that you would advise a friend never to do.


The first thing that comes to mind happened not too long ago. My rule for myself is that I don’t accept a friend request on Facebook from someone I don’t know until that person has answered my message inquiring how he found me. I will go to the person’s page and message him, asking if we know each other (I’m old. I don’t always remember people) and saying that I don’t typically “friend” someone I’ve never met.  Generally, I don’t hear from that person again.

A few months ago, I got a friend request from a high school kid–at least, when I went to look on his page, that’s how it seemed.  I read stuff, looked at a few pictures, and decided to go ahead and accept his request. Seemed like a decent kid, and I was curious about why he wanted to friend me.

I heard nothing more for several days. Then one morning when I was checking email, I had several queries from family and friends about this person, who had sent them all friend requests. Apparently he accessed my friend list.  I have since learned how to make that information for my eyes only. I immediately unfriended and blocked him, and urged everyone else to do the same.

As far as I know there was no harm done, but boy, did I feel stupid. 

I know better. And I broke my own rule. Duh.

So, what I would tell a friend is this:  Don’t ever accept a friend request from someone you don’t know unless that person is friends withs someone you trust. Check it out carefully. Don’t be stupid, like I was.

I’m claiming temporary insanity.  That’s the only excuse I can come up with to explain such a dumb move.