Tumbled Words

The Heads or Tails meme by Skittles is lots of fun….If she calls heads you get your choice of what to do with the word she tosses at us, whether it is poetry, photograph, a poem, story, essay, or whatever else you can imagine. If she calls tails, well, we do it her way. Today is heads. The prompt: school.

Overheard at cheerleader tryouts:

“Give me an S”

“S”

“Give me a C”

“C”

“Give me an H”

“H”

“Give me an O”

“O”

“Give me an O”

“O”

“Give me an L”

L

What’s that spell?

S. c. h. o. o. l.

What’s that spell?

S! C! H! O! O! L!

What’s that spell?

Enough already.

…And she goes to sit in the stands.

A girl leans over and states the obvious, “Why did you spell out ’school’? You were supposed to say it, not spell it.”

Her reply, “Mom said if I can’t say anything nice not to say anything at all — and school’s not nice.”

“Well, you still said it, you just spelled it.”

“Duhhh! That’s what you do when you don’t want to say bad word out loud in front of kids.”

Now, I was in a silly mood when I wrote that late last night. If you want to read something that makes more sense, click on the Heads or Tails logo and read the other entries… some serious, some, who knows!

No, not around that way.  I worked so hard on changes for my blogs today. Then I went on to play.  Now, I am doing what I should have done sooner resting my eyes. Y’all, please set a timer (cell phone works great) and rest your eyes from the computer 15 minutes every hour. Exercise or do housework, anything to keep from drying out your eyes with that computer screen.  I’m TRYING to remember, but I get lost in thought  — or playing.

You know you have bought the right computer when the photos it takes removes years from your looks!  Witness:

The tracking shows my new iMac left FedEx in CA this morning at 07:33. . . So, what do you think drove down my long culdesac at 15:02, came back and slowed in front of my house? A FedEx Express truck. Now I now he didn’t drive all the way from CA in those few hours just to give me my computer, but a woman can dream, right? He paused between our house and the neighbors’, beneath the shade of a tree, and shut off his engine. He must just be on break. I can only shake my head at the distraction. However, had he not parked there I would have missed the quick glimpse twice of a bird that had bright yellow on his wings. I have never seen one before. Of course, the other truck could be driving it up from the tiny airport. . . hahahaha. I was content to wait since my charger is suddenly working much better today — do you think the universe helped with that? Causing it to act up enough that we ordered the new computer so this one could get a breather now and then?

I don’t think so either, but it might make a good science fiction story and I have never written one. Maybe later.

He just started his engine, will he back up? Was he just messing with me knowing I was waiting, although, couldn’t set it up anyway without Leon’s muscles — the ones attached to his arms and shoulders, not the ones in his head. (Did I just write that?) (j/k, Leon)

NO! He just drove away. Such a tease. THIS IS NOT A JOKE! The truck just went back down our street — seriously! I mean it wasn’t even a minute. Same truck? This does feel like science fiction now, or the twilight zone. I rarely see them on our road.

Whether a different truck or not, he better not slow down again in front of my house. I know they are on tight schedules, I would have to play universe myself and not answer the door until he had walked all the way almost back to his truck, after leaving the note and trying to make it stay on the old decrepit door that we have a new one ready and waiting in the wings (the garage, really). See how that messes with his schedule!

Oh, you are waiting on a package, too? And, you are saying that I will then mess up your schedule? You must be younger than me, wait for it! OK, fun over, he just drove by, barely even stopped at the stop sign. . . .

Maybe, tomorrow. Besides, they will probably send it in a big truck, being so important and all, it is, after all, an Apple!

I can’t stop being silly. . . wait, I can! There is a writing contest! I told people over at MeeAugraphie, but you may not read my poetry, though you might get a laugh from some of it. Then again you may cry.

It is a “show don’t tell” contest that Missy is having at The Incurable Disease of Writing. (isn’t that a cool blog title?) You have a bit of time left, go for it! She has all the details on a sticky post. Even a prize. Start writing, I’m entering, though I had to cast aside my first entry, but you would only know why if you read MeeAugraphie.