Posted in animals, art, comedian, comic, entertainment, family, fantasy, Fiction, humor, life, Personal, photography, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, writer, Writing on September 20, 2016| 2 Comments »
Posted in animals, art, comedian, comic, entertainment, family, fantasy, Fantasy/Scifi, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, literature, photography, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, writer, Writing, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on September 19, 2016| 57 Comments »
I hate it when I’m working late at night. All’s quiet and dark, when my cursor starts moving across the screen like the pointer on a Ouija Board. It scares the crap out of me. I’m like, “Grandma?”
Posted in art, books, chick lit, entertainment, fantasy, Fantasy/Scifi, Fiction, literature, love, photography, romance, Thriller, Uncategorized, writer, Writing on September 18, 2016| 35 Comments »
“My first mistake, falling in love with my enemy. My second, not killing him when I had the chance.” The first line of The Novel With No Name and hasn’t been started yet. What do you think?
I was challenged to try First Line Friday by Rami Ungart at https://ramiungarthewriter.wordpress.com/. Okay, Rami I accept your challenge.
You can play along at home. Here’s what you do.
Posted in art, entertainment, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, photography, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, writer, Writing, tagged Short story on September 17, 2016| 8 Comments »
“I can’t believe she wants us in at six. It’s one in the morning,” I’m complaining to the rest of my team members on the verge of another meltdown.
“I’m exhausted,” another of my team members, Kevin confesses.
We pile into the waiting taxi, a minivan that can hold us all.
“We’re in Paris and we haven’t seen anything that isn’t between the hotel and the office.” Sarah agrees, sounding as frustrated as I feel.
The van pulls to a stop in front of the hotel.
“We just have to hold it together for just two more weeks,” says Kyle, our 6’2” cheerleader, trying to rally us as he opens the van door.
I climb out of the van.
“We’ve been working like this for six weeks. I can’t think anymore,” I say, yelling at the rest of the team on the verge of another meltdown.
Kyle grabs the back of my head and shoves my face into his armpit.
“What are you doing?” I ask or maybe scream, smacking him with my ineffectual fists.
“Calming you down. Male musk has a calming effect on females.”
“Do I seem calm?” I’m still struggling to extract my head from his armpit.
“If you would just let biology work,” he says, finally releasing my head.
“I’m going to let anatomy work if you ever do that again.”
Posted in art, books, comedian, comic, entertainment, fantasy, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, literature, Personal, photography, sarcasm, short story, writer, Writing, tagged minds eye on September 15, 2016| 13 Comments »
Top 7 Reasons the Mayan calendar ended in 2012
Because the author’s chisel broke.
Because the author accrued a lot of vacation.
Because someone got carpal tunnel syndrome.
Because an overachiever got really far ahead.
Because they ran out of flat rocks.
Because the dirty English came with their chicken pox.
The great Mayan calendar maker’s strike of the 5th century B.C.
Posted in animals, comedian, comic, entertainment, family, fantasy, Fiction, humor, life, photography, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, writer, Writing on September 13, 2016| 2 Comments »
Posted in art, comedian, comic, entertainment, family, fantasy, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, love, photography, romance, sarcasm, short story, writer, Writing, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, life, writer, writing on September 12, 2016| 262 Comments »
Instead of writing, I’m writing a blog post about cleaning out the closet in my office.
First thing, the closet is filled with empty containers. No wonder I don’t have room for anything in here. I next encountered three alarm clocks still in boxes, funny since I’m always late.
Just found my Gramms’ old photo album perfect distraction. I can flip through these for a while. Ah, my eyes! There’s a picture of my Gramms in her industrial brassiere and a man’s tie around her neck drinking whiskey from the bottle. No, it wasn’t taken yesterday, she looks about twenty. I see what Gramps was attracted to, but I wonder who’s taking the pciture?
Four beanie babies I’ll set those aside for the kidlings.
Cloth grocery bags I never take to the grocery store. Perfect for storing the twenty plus empty containers.
Something in a box from IKEA called Rationell. Don’t know what it is. The only picture on the box is of a man throwing away trash. Those Swedes are so neat. Opened it. Put it together. Still don’t know what it is. I’m using it to hold notebooks on my desk.
Lots of trash, extra wrapping paper. Huge matted balls of cables for who knows what. Pictures that were never hung.
Oh dang it, Blind Dog made off with one of the beanie babies. Think it was a grey dog. Too late, Blind Dog’s chewed the nose off.
My apologies to Blockbuster. Apparently you didn’t lose that movie several years ago. My bad.
That’s about it. Wait somethings in the very back. Okay, no clue how this got back there. Tucked in the very back behind the vacuum and several large pictures is a lasso, a green lasso. I have absolutely no idea where that could have come from.
Check your closets. If you find a stray cowboy, send him round for his lasso.
Posted in art, books, chick lit, comedian, comic, dating, entertainment, fantasy, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, literature, love, Personal, photography, romance, sarcasm, short story, writer, Writing, tagged work on September 8, 2016| 12 Comments »
Random scene that played out in my head while I was trying to sleep.
Pam’s heels clicked on the tile floor. We were headed to the Friday morning staff meeting. A couple of interns almost broke their necks trying to catch a glance at Pam’s rear. She was the kind of woman who attracted attention.
“Heads up,” I whispered, “Danny’s wife is going to call you.”
Danny had only been married for six months.
“Me, why?”
“She found out Danny and I slept together a couple of years ago.”
It had only been twice on a business trip to Rio. I had obviously lost my mind.
“And that involves me why?”
“I had to throw you under the bus to get her off the phone.” Danny’s wife had turned out to be the jealous type.
“Really?” Pam was still as cool as ever.
We entered the still empty conference room. It was way too bright without coffee, which I would have had by now if I wasn’t answering phone calls from Danny’s wife.
“I told her Danny slept with you, Marcie and Barb.”
“He slept with Barb?”
“Yeah.”
“When?”
“Between you and Marcie.”
“Was he trying to make me jealous?”
“Yeap,” I chuckled.
“Huh, I didn’t notice.”
“That made it more fun to watch.” I slid into my customary seat and waited for the others to join us.
“She called me a slut,” I said, tapping my pen.
Pam laughed, not just chuckled, an outright laugh.
I continued, “Do you think I’m a slut?”
“You haven’t slept with a man in two years. That and a few Hail Mary’s and you’re practically a nun.”
Other consultants began piling in the room. The rest of this conversation would have to wait.
Posted in animals, art, comedian, comic, entertainment, family, fantasy, Fiction, humor, life, literature, photography, sarcasm, Uncategorized, writer, Writing on September 6, 2016| 8 Comments »
Posted in art, comedian, comic, dating, entertainment, family, fantasy, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, love, photography, sarcasm, short story, Uncategorized, women, writer, Writing, tagged author, comedian, comedy, family. job, funny, humor, humour, job, laugh, writer, writing on September 5, 2016| 29 Comments »
I got a call the other night from a fan of the previous owner of my phone number, AKA a John. He was looking for Raxxxxl. Gentlemen, someone out there’s imitating men, giving you guys a bad name.
The conversation went something like this –
“Hello, what’s your hourly rate?”
“Excuse me?” (It was after all the middle of the night.)
“Are you still open?”
“This isn’t who you think it is. She changed her number a long time ago.”
“How much do you charge?”
“What? No, I didn’t take over the business, I got this number from <insert telephone company name here>.”
“Oh, okay. What are you wearing?”
“Really?”
“Are you busy?”
My imagined reply –
“Getting ready to ask some strange guy over who just called for late night sex. I’m at <insert address of older brother>. Ask for me, his baby sister.”
No wait. I’ll give him my address. This post could be rename to How to Meet a Serial Killer. Gotta run, I need to sharpen my axe before he gets here.
Deidra Alexander's Blog 