The greatest joy I have found in this life of mine
is bringing forth and nurturing that life which is thine.
I swaddled you and cradled you and sang to you my song,
knowing that the day would come when you were grown and gone.
Poetry
It popped in my head. I had to write it down. To get it out of my head, you see.
Unique New York
Unique New York
Unique New York
Betcha can’t say it
three times fast
Unique New York
Unique New York
Unique New York
Oh, I’m gonna put on
my flip flop shoes
and walk on down
to the Avenue
where the people all gather
in the noon day sun
everybody lookin’
just to get them some
Unique New York
Unique New York
Unique New York
Betcha can’t say it
three times fast
Unique New York
Unique New York
Unique New York
Some wanna shake it
and some wanna break it
but everybody, everybody
just wanna make it
Playin’ on a gee-tar
layin’ down rhymes
just tryin’ to get through
these hard, hard times
Unique New York
Unique New York
Unique New York
Betcha can’t say it
three times fast
Unique New York
Unique New York
Unique New York
And now this here
is the end of my rhyme
When you can’t buy nothin’
You learn to buy time
Unique New York
Unique New York
Unique New York
Betcha can’t say it
Three
Times
Fast…
Snowcraft
Once upon a time
(must’ve been ’round ’99)
a friend sent unto me
a game that could be played online, for free!
One team in red,
one team in green
evenly matched: three on three
battling in snow, oh so merrily!
First round’s a cinch.
But, hey! What’s this?
They add to their numbers
while your team blunders
on and on through thick-fallen snow.
You can’t just stop.
How far can you go?
Eventually you must meet your fate,
and though never winning, you think it’s great
and send it on to other friends.
But soon or late
this fades away as often tends
to happen to fads and other trends
until the day
(quite accidentally)
whilst googling “fort”
you hear that giggle and that snort…
and you smile.
Click to go and play the game (online for free, the way it’s meant to be).
*YAWN*
Oy. I was up far too late reading people’s entries for this week’s Speakeasy over at yeahwrite. I’ve gotten a little more than halfway through, and all I can say is WOW. Voting is usually tough, but that will be especially true this week. People took the prompt in some very intriguing directions.
There’s still room for more entries. If you’re up to it you should join in the madness.
As for me, I’m going to get some rest. I have another doctor appointment today, and I’m still in recovery mode. In the meantime, please look at this funny picture:
Gargleblaster #159
She eyed herself in the silvered glass, feeling out of place amongst lace doilies and colorless photographs in tarnished frames. The tall, stern woman in old fashioned clothing addressed her: “Victoria!” She turned and with 21st century cool stated, “The name’s Vicky.”
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You should try your own hand at the gargleblaster. This week’s prompt?
“Have all your clocks stopped?” comes from Alice Munro’s short story A Real Life. Have fun!
I have slacked off long enough.
Well, no. Not really. I haven’t been slacking. I’m just a little wobbly on my feet, so I’m moving more slowly than I normally would. HOWEVER… I do need to mention a couple of things to you guys.
Now that I’ve totally outed myself (I mean “totally given you my name”. Yeesh, you guys!) I’m going to be adding follow buttons for my Facebook page as well as tumblr and twitter.
I know I’ve complained about Facebook–a lot— but I’ve decided I’m going to make it do what I want. Oh, yes. Facebook will be my bitch. That said, I was going to make an AZ Gringa Facebook account, but those jackoffs want my PHONE NUMBER. What the hell? I gave it to twitter even though I wasn’t happy about it. I ain’t giving it to Facebook, yo. As a matter of fact, remind me to make a post about this, because WOW it is pissing me off. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE FACEBOOK MY BITCH WHEN THEY WANNA MAKE ME GIVE THEM MY PHONE NUMBER?
Did I wait too long to use this? Oh, wait. I DON’T CARE!
All righty, then. Back to business…
Please go here and vote for Tipsy Lit. because Tipsy Lit loves me and so do you so we should all love each other now. (Why do I feel like I should insert the “That escalated quickly” image again?)
Also, I think you should know that there is now a Tipsy Lit Store.
All righty, then (again).
Now, kids, I want you to know: Tipsy Lit is my new gig, and I *love* them, but Bleached Bone Valley is my baby, and you guys are my friends. Sometimes I’m going to talk about Tipsy Lit, because it’s part of my life now. But I’m still AZ Gringa, yo. And I ain’t goin’ no where.
This week may have started kind of slow, but it definitely ended on a high note.
In addition to being chosen as the new Tipsy Lit Ambassador, I also got this little bit of bling over at yeahwrite’s Speakeasy:
Is this faragin cool, or what?
If you have some time you should head over and read some of the great fiction people submitted. Congratulate Lance, Jessica, and Laith while you’re at it. Maybe head back over on Sunday for the new prompt and submit your own story. I know you have stories.
Oh, boy, do you folks have stories! 😀
Hi! My name is Jennifer Nalley…
and I’m your new Tipsy Lit Ambassador. It’s nice to meet you! 🙂
I owe an especially big THANK YOU to Zoe, Mental Mama, djmatticus, Rachael K, and Trent Lewin. You guys are the best, and I raise my glass to you. Cheers!
All right, everyone. Gather round… This will only take a minute.
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So, you may have heard that Tipsy Lit is looking to hire a “Tipsy Ambassador”. Here is the job description:
- You read through the comments of the posts we publish and leave polite, helpful and tipsylicious replies to our commenters!
- You visit the blogs of our readers and leave a “tipsy hello,” letting them know we’re visiting and be sure to leave an insightful, well thought out comment on their post!
- You search through NEW blogs, letting bloggers know we’re around, but always taking the time to read through their posts and again, don’t forget to leave respectful, well thought out comments on their posts!
- You have a snazzy Gravatar with a great pic and use the “info” portion to talk about how much you love working for Tipsy – don’t forget to link to tipsylit.com!
So I am spending the day updating my gravatar, about pages, etc. I’m putting together an AZ Gringa FB page. I’m setting up new accounts all over the place just so I can follow Tipsy Lit. Dudes: I really want this job. And I’m hoping you can help.
What I would *really* like to do is have everyone –each and every one of you– head over to Tipsy Lit and leave a comment. Say whatever you want: Talk about the weather or the book of the month (Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. If you haven’t read it yet, you really should. It’s one of my favorites. I mean, c’mon. It’s Neil Gaiman AND Terry Pratchett writing about an angel, a demon, the antichrist, and the world’s most lovable hell hound. What more do you want?) Whatever you say, though, please take a moment to let Ericka know that AZ Gringa sent you.
If you’re willing to reblog or tweet or whatever you do to get even more people over there? Well, I wish I could promise you the moon and stars, but all I really have to give right now is my undying gratitude.
So, what do you say, people? Will you help a Gringa out?
It’s hard not to go on and on once you fall in love with a plan.
Just imagine…
It’s not quite up to my usual standard, but I was too excited to fiddle with it…
EDIT: The more I look at this picture the more I think I should have said:
“AZ Gringa at Tipsy Lit:
Books, Booze, Brillance.
and now with More Boobs.”
😮
Fluff and Bunkum 