Completed New Moon Gibberish

 As promised here is the final result of "New Moon" that my friends and I created.

New moon lost her last sliver as she does every month but this month was different. The air had changed into something that space did not understand. Star raced across the sky and stole

the last of her parents' money. The universe was in trouble and she was the only person who could save it. 

but she had better things to do. As ADHD ran in her family her attention would wane as quickly as the moon. A pickle caught her eye 

and she had no choice but to0 shoot after it. She knew it would taste

garlicky... it would go perfectly with CHEESE, but that reminded her

of a time so much better than this one, when she was full and bright. The night sky lighted up in her presence. 

Suddenly, a duck appeared with a gun!

"You're all driving me quackers!" he exclaimed.

That is when New Moon suddenly found the courage to face the ridiculous star. Taking the gun from the duck she shot the pickle into stars mouth, shutting it forever. Old Space returned and New Moon was finally stuffed with enough cheese and garlic to light up the sky. 

Controlled Patriots of Standard Word Abuse (C.P.S.W.A.) that contributed to this story in order are:

Myself   
Elisabeth Hirsch
Craziness abounds
Summer Ross
Hart Johnson 
McKenzie McCann
Alex J. Cavanaugh
Alleged Author
Myself

These are for you, my talented and playful friends. Thanks for playing and see you next month.

Have a wonderful and playful week-end everyone!

King of the Road

When my son asked me if I wanted to go to work with him for a day I didn’t hesitate. He has a lonely job that requires an immense amount of concentration, steady nerves, and patience. He is “The King of the Road”, a truck driver who wheels his way through the tight streets of Oslo every day. 

King of the Road 4.10 meters high and 11 tons of steel

 

If you follow my blog you have heard me talk about him before.

My son who I call “The Actor” has a very busy life, so the chance to spend some time with him is something I treasure. His job as “King of the Road” makes for very long days but when he is finished with work he is involved in many projects. He is the leader for Rounen Events-Banzaicon, which is a convention for those interested in Asian pop culture. This year the convention in Larvik is expecting 500 guests and a crew of 100. He is also on the board of Larvik Theater and Utgard L.A.R.P. Live, responsible for technical support, lights and sound. He has worked several festivals and now he is joining a group of Renaissance musicians playing the Jews harp and guitar.

Climbing up a ladder into his truck, I fastened my seatbelt and waited in anticipation for him to turn the key. The sound of the engine was quieter than I expected but I could feel the power as we rolled our way out of the parking lot. We started the day picking up deliveries which consisted mostly of paper and organic products. His deliveries change every day so he never knows where he is going or what he is hauling. Sometimes his route is treacherous. The haul can be very heavy to handle and the roads can be very small and winding, with mountains on one side, and cliffs on the other. My daughter asked me while I was talking to her on the phone, “Has he scared you yet?” She had driven with him the week before and from what she told me, there were several times when she had to close her eyes and pray. I guess I got lucky that day because the only thing that made me nervous was that he would get a ticket for parking illegally while we went off to eat lunch in Oslo. Finding a parking place for a big truck is not an easy thing.

 

Trucker Momma for a day

At the end of the day, after all deliveries were made, I climbed out of the truck happy that I had spent the day with my son. When your children are little it is easy to take for granted the time you spend with them. I remember wondering if I would ever have any time to myself. Those years go by way too fast, and before you know it they have moved out, and the time you get to spend with them is limited. Time with your children is precious so grab it whenever you can.

What fun have you had with your child lately?

New Moon

 Time for some gibberish people, let's start the week with some fun. Today there actually is a New Moon so I thought it fitting to use the moons invisible face for today's game.

The rules are easy. Minnie starts a story line written in Gibberish and those that want to play continue on the storyline from the last comment posted, in the same style. If you decide to play along there is a certificate at the end as well as membership to my elite group called the Controlled Patriots of Standard Word Abuse. (CPSWA) If you don't understand or have not played this before you can click on the following link to see more about how the game is played. GIBBERISH a game for silly fun.

New moon lost her last sliver as she does every month but this month was different. The air had changed into something that space did not understand. Star raced across the sky and stole...

 (Your Turn)

"Time to rattle those brains of yours. I did my part, lets see what you got!"

Completed story posted soon. How soon, depends on you guys. Have a wonderful day!

One Good Teacher

Every year before the first day of school we would go shopping for new clothes and school supplies. While my brother and sisters rummaged through the department stores looking at clothes I would always sneak away and head straight for the school supplies. I have always loved the smell of lead on pencils, erasers, and paper. 

 School has already started for some and for some school is about to start soon. When I was very young I loved school, I got good grades and I even remember some of my teachers names. This all changed when I started Junior high school and my parents decided to build a house in the country. We moved away and this city mouse did not fit in well with the country mice.  After a year of being beaten up and bullied I got tough and one day I decided to ignore my mothers advice and I beat up the biggest bully of all. Needless to say, I got suspended from school and my new attitude created quite a stir in this little community. Skinny little blond girl stopped playing with “Barbies” and listening to the “Monkey’s.” I traded them out with knives and “Grand Funk Railroad.” I hung out with the BAD crowd and even helped organize a school lock-out because of teachers like this:

We all cope with puberty and school in different ways. Fortunately for me I discovered a new teacher during one of many stays in detention who lead me to gymnastics, which led to horseback riding, which led to choir and school musicals. So you see there may be times when your children do not think they need an education. Times when they struggle to find themselves and times when you just want to give up. All children really need is a cause, something to make them not want to give up learning. It happened to this “Rebel without a Cause” and all it took was one good teacher who took the time to see something more in me. 

Have any of you ever had a teacher like that?

Digesting Family

There are 1,019 miles between Denver and Seattle. Those miles were crossed within seconds, as I sat and watched thousands of miles away in a little town in Norway. My son met one of his aunts and his cousins for the first time, all of this courtesy of Skype Conference Calls. The call was a bit unstable but the smiles were easy to see.

Old picture of me and my sister with her husband before they got married.

If you have been following my blog then you know how my son who I gave up for adoption found me not long ago. Since then he has been discovering a whole new family from both my side and his father’s side. He went from being an only child whose adoptive parents and grandparents died, to a person with a large family. It is hard to imagine isn’t it?

Before he can fully digest one family member another one is tossed onto his plate. I don’t think he was totally prepared for such a large amount, but he is handling it with a viking appetite. It can’t be easy to have your whole world turned upside down or have a mother who keeps putting more food on the plate while saying, “Eat it up.” I guess that I am lucky he has a big appetite, but I also know when it is time to let the stew simmer for a while.

So far he has met in person two sisters, two nephews and a father. In little over a month he will be meeting me at the airport. In addition to that he has been on Skype with one brother, one step dad, one aunt and her husband, and 2 cousins. There are many more to meet and I hope with all my heart that he digests us well.

Holes are Everywhere

Holes are everywhere, have you ever stopped to notice? Usually I just go by another hole and do not give it a second thought. There are the holes in the road, the holes in the garden, holes in the house, holes in the furniture, holes in your clothes, holes in bags, holes in your wallet, holes in your teeth, holes in your writing, and the big one which is holes in your HEAD! There are a whole lot of holes out there and some of them are even people, you know the ones, the “Ass holes” that you run into everywhere.

Maybe I believe in a strange time where people say please and thank you, they have respect for elders, lend a helping hand to those in need, hold the door for the person behind, and say excuse me when it's needed. Today I ran into a lot of holes. They seem to coming out in especially large numbers today. Is it just me, or is there anyone else that has noticed this?

Coasting my way to the grocery store on an empty tank of gas, I ran over a hole in the road, then an A-hole stole my parking space. Another A-hole cut in line before me saying, “You don’t mind, I only have a couple of items.” Then she pranced in front of me not waiting for an answer. I did let that slide because I was born in that strange time which I mentioned above. The hole in my wallet spilled small coins on the floor as I was reminded by the cashier that I had to pay for the grocery bag.  Shaking my head, I said to myself “Ok, let it slide” and so I did once again. It was a long walk back to the car and much to my dismay; one of the bags did not make it. Another hole decided to rip through my day and spill my groceries all over the parking lot floor. I watched some cans roll slowly under another car and I felt my blood pressure start to pound and spread up into that hole in my head. Trying to recover my goods, the so called owner of this vehicle said to me in a rather unpleasant voice, “Do you think you can hurry it along Lady so I can move my car?” That is when the holes had finally gotten to me. I picked up the can of soup, crawled out from under his car and shoved the dented can in his impatient little paws. “For your time,” I said as he looked at me like I was insane. Then I emptied the rest of the groceries in the back seat of my car, took my “paid for” bag with hole, and marched back up into that store. Cutting straight in front of the line I threw the bag at the check- out girl and said, “When I pay for something, I expect it to work so I want my money back!” The slightly frightened girl gave me my 2 kroner back, which I stuck into my holy wallet, and then I thanked her politely. With a smile on my face I strolled out of the store watching as the heads turned to look at the crazy lady. Sometimes there are just too many holes in a day.

Diet and a Dare

Ms. Smarty pants and Giggles herself, wants to know what is in my diet. She thinks I am confusing, and for the life of me I have no idea why she should think such a thing. I just write away about the things that effect my life. There is one thing you never want to say to me and that is, “I dare you.” Those three words are like junk to me. I cannot resist them! Ha ha, I have my eye on a few others with the same brain dysfunction. So lately I have been writing about lost family, terror and death in Norway, red spit, the scary things children put you through, friends and inspiration, and finally the confusing world we are living in. 

Ms. Giggles wants to know what is in my diet; or rather she dared me to tell her. Now I can take this literally and tell you what I eat but I know that would be only half a story and not so interesting at that. So here is my daily diet as I see it.

Every morning I cough my way through saw dust, wood planks and piles of clothes and debris towards the coffee pot. I am after all living in the “Never-ending story” of home renovation. My coffee and I sit on the steps with a newspaper and skim through the day, at the same time we are NOT listening to my mother in the background telling us all the latest Hollywood gossip. So it is time for yogurt, muesli, juice and vitamins. Then coffee and I talk to our mail and check in with our Google friends. Chores come along and remind me that I cannot dawdle so I sometimes obey like a good girl should.  Sometimes I ignore those nasty chores and disappear into the world of words, guilty as charged! Lunch is my walk, I need air and instead of wasting my breath on gobbling down food I take a nice long walk. The museum and the cemetery are nice places to hang out even when it is raining or snowing, as it so often does in this country.

My diet consumes a lot of music during the day. If it is not playing in the background, which tends to irritate other family members, it is in my head constantly. Music has replaced coffee and the two of us dance around the kitchen, making some kind of meal for the evening. Protein and vegetables are the ones that usually keep me company. Sometimes a frozen Pizza or soup will sneak in and steal the show.

Saw-man spends the evening drilling, hammering and making other noises that saw-men do while I wipe off the day with Mr. TV and Mr. Internet. Some fresh night air and I am ready for a trip to the Imagine Nation. If you ask me, my diet is not confusing at all. It does tend to have its variations, but that is life, is it not?

What kind of diet are you on? Have a nice week-end everyone!