Sunday, December 30, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 22: That's Just Wrong

Happy Holidays!

I'm finally able to transfer this post from my brain to the laptop. Usually I get to it earlier but we had a power out and I've been sitting around studying physics and hoping for the lights to flicker indicating that I can charge my dead cell phone and that my heat would come back on. It's cold here in Canada this time of year.

Last week ended with Andie relieved at the sight of boy and pup snoozing on the new sofa. What horrors could possibly come from that?

Missed last week? You can find it here.

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I slowly walked around the couch to toss a blanket over the sleeping duo when the malodorous stench assaulted my nostrils. Tempest, curled into my son, had had an accident. All over the brand new couch.

It wasn't a pee accident. It wasn't even a solid accident. No, Tempest, the little hellion, had streaked slimy green crap all over the week old sofa, and my gorgeous baby boy was sleeping in it. My eyes slammed shut as I breathed through my mouth.

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Clearly there are some things I know about from personal experience... I just tell myself that I love my dog. Then I leave and hope to god someone else stumbles across it and will clean it for me...

I hope you're all enjoying the holiday season, see you next year.

Happy New Year! (And Happy 10th Birthday to MY baby boy, who celebrates on January 1st!)

KSJ

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Sunday, December 23, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 21: Stuffing

Happy Holidays!

It's that time again, and I'm not talking about it being Sunday. It's Christmas vacation and I'm off school until the New Year. I'm so stoked!

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I walked into the living room with my eyes closed, wondering with every step what horrors awaited me.

Jeremy had been diligent about cleaning up after Tempest, even after she had torn all the filling out of the couch and dragged it through every room in the house. She had shredded all the laundry in his hamper and had spent a week crapping out fluff and denim. He had cried when he found his favorite stuffed animal headless but hadn't turned his back on the dog he had rescued - by stealing.

I opened one eye because that always seemed to trick my brain into thinking that things could be significantly less terrible than they actually were.

Boy and dog were both sleeping on the new couch, which seemed to be intact. I breathed a sigh of relief and my other eye popped open.

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I hope you're all enjoying the season. We have had our first "snow fall" and my pup (who turned eight months yesterday) didn't know what to do with himself. Today we are going to the park. I'm hoping that the dogs have left some snow for him to roll in.

Check out what I'm reading today by following this link.

Merry Christmas!

KSJ


Sunday, December 16, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 20: The Tempest

Christmas break is around the corner, and I'm pumped for it. A few weeks off school, I'm taking a week off work, and I'm hoping to get some much needed down time to study and (possibly) finish Fall From Grace.

I signed up for Six Sunday late this week. And by late, I really mean that it was three hours and five minutes to the deadline. I was considering not participating, because I'll be honest. I haven't put pen to paper in almost a month. Not seriously, at any rate. My notebook has bits and pieces that I've come across here and there, but if I was looking for at least six sentences strung together cohesively, I was looking at Cornwell's Unnatural Exposure or Evanovich's One For The Money (just watched the movie, it didn't disappoint).

And so my lovelies, today I am making this up as I go along. Enjoy!

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Tempest ran circles around my feet as I tried to get from the front door to the alarm pad. Someone was home, or someone was in trouble for not crating the beast while the house was empty. She had already proven herself capable of tearing the place to shreds in under two hours.

I tripped over her again, and felt the now familiar twinge in my still tender foot. This was not going to be a good day to be me, I could already tell. The baby started howling somewhere, and I reached down to make sure that mine was where she was supposed to be.

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I'm being hustled off the blog to play with the Boomaster. He's growing up so fast. Later on, when he's in bed, I'll catch up on reading here.

Have a great day, guys!

KSJ

Sunday, December 9, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 19: Felix

The last two weeks I have been posting sentences from a conversation between Andie and her five year old son, Jeremy. (To get the full effect, read them in order starting with Episode 17 and Episode 18.)

This week I'm posting the final six from this conversation.

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"You can't fire peristalsis Jer."

"Why not. My dad says you can fire anyone."

"He does a very special job and he's the only one in the whole world who can do it."

"So you don't have a Perry? I bet yours is called Felix."

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I hope you're all having a great day :)

My dog is going bananas (he ATE a pair of eyeglasses on Thursday and seriously needs some park time to get those lenses to pass). (Kidding about the lenses. Not kidding about bananas.) While he plays I will be reading posts from other authors by going here. Spend some time checking them out.

Thanks for stopping by this week, and leaving your feedback.

Have a great day,

KSJ

Sunday, December 2, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 18: Firing Mr. Stalsis

It's Sunday, again, and I would be excited but I have to work later, which means my beautiful weekend has been cut short. Too short. Yes my lovelies, it has been rudely tampered with. But I digress.

Last week I posted the first six sentences of a conversation that the five-year old Jeremy was having with his mom. You can find that by following this link. This week is the continuation.

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Who indeed, I thought, and found myself smiling, almost against my will.

"The dude who puts the food in your tummy." It was almost the whole truth.

"Can I replace him? He is working too slow. My dad would say he needs to be fired."

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I have long found it amusing how kids have to specify that someone is theirs. My dad. My mom. My younger brother used to do that all the time, and I constantly had to remind him that his dad was my dad too. To this day he still specifies, as though I don't know who his dad is...

Until I need to race off to work I am reading fabulous groups of sentences by the glorious authors here. I invite you to go see their work.

Until next time!

KSJ