Trifextra for the weekend: A pair of fairy-tale endings

       The nerve!

His words made a loop through my mind:

Honey, we’ve been stuck in this paradigm too long,
budding dreams buried underneath mounding reality.”

Fantasy’s relationship potential began to topple to truth.

Fast forwarding to the next scene…

You’ve too much nerve for an ill-paid, two-bit reporter.

Honey, watch your princess paradigm topple underneath that veiled façade encasing you.

Viewing the news footage, my brain replayed our final conversation in loop.


This weekend’s Trifecta challenge:

This weekend we are asking for exactly 33 words, 30 of your own and three of the following:

topple     paradigm     underneath    

nerve     honey     loop

Okay. Why not have it all in the numbers’ game?  I’ll see your 3 words & up you the other 3…plus the additional 27. Twice. (Which technically disqualifies me…so feel free to either pick from the pair or eject me, altogether, from the game. I always wanted to be the bad guy in one of those cheap-shot Westerns. “Give me a shot…of water…with a lemon…in a dirty glass. Um, or a clean one would do just fine, thank you.”)

In this numbers’ game, we had 6 words; I rolled out 66 with them – working towards achievement of the beastly 6-6-6, which is the Trifecta of “man’s numbers,” thus denotes that it never holds anything good for humankind. Sounds like it’s time to fold ’em.)

Alas! Tragically, as the photo and the set of stories depict, neither we nor princesses, unfortunately, can always have it all – including the ever-elusive happily ever after.



I recall seeing this photo several years ago, but it’s now so prevalent on the Internet, it’s difficult to obtain an original credit (as no one seems to provide it). I linked to the following URL in obtaining this image:

And truth in editing and such, I’ll not go so far as crediting Prince Charles with ever having the nerve to affectionately call Diana ‘honey’ either. (And maybe she was actually saying, ‘The Nerd!’ at the beginning. It’s sometimes difficult to get close enough to The Royals to be certain of what they truly mean.)

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Pics from my Very Short Spring

Despite the exceptionally wintry spring, here are a few representative pics of what has been Springing up around this time of year for me (sometimes with just a quick snap of my i-phone when something strikes my fancy, like my son playing baseball or the goslings at my work – and in all cases purely unedited, due to current time constraints).

Today’s quick post is in response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge on The Season of Spring.

Be sure to follow the link above to check out Cee’s lovely pics (as she’s much more the photographer – I’m just the picture taker), as well as many other beautiful representations.

Adding a Little Sweetness to Life


Just a little note to my blogging friends to say how very much I admire your work, as well as your thoughtful comments.

Please excuse any perceived absences in my own comments or visits as of late, as I’m currently re-mixing a batch of research methodology – and it’s taking quite a bit of taste-testing (as it’s still a little sour on my brain!).


Beyond that, it looks as if my son’s baseball team is headed to the State! (whoop whoop! But what a busy time that is!)

Meanwhile, I hope you’ll keep periodically stopping by the lemonade stand for a swig or two. 🙂

xo – j

Word of Mouth

It surprised me when she started to talk. I thought she’d already learnt her lesson; thought she’d learnt it well. Hadn’t we personally been burnt by others’ hateful remarks about our past? Yet there she was, right in the midst of that nasty little gaggle of busy-bodies who passed gossip around like it was a plate of afters ready to be devoured. The look on her face was what wounded me most – that look of pure satisfaction in herself as those spiteful words leapt from her hissing tongue. I couldn’t help but wonder to whom she was doing the most damage. I wasn’t sure how much was being done to her victim. Yet I was certain there was a great deal being heaped upon her soul. As the poisonous venom dripped off her tongue, the others greedily gobbled it up as if it were a tart, juicy piece of ripe fruit. Come to think of it, maybe it was – just like in the Garden of Eden.

 Tantalizing words that tangle the tongue,

Seduce the brain once the brash deed is done.

Back away!

Flee the wrath!

Their fire flicks the teeth,

meandering wrong paths

as if they have feet.

Oh, turn your head from their creative conception;

Their lustful spice will ruin your perception.

This sweet kiss bestowed will steer you towards death

by the one leaned so near,

who has poison on her breath.

© jody love 2013


One picture + a 1st line prompt  (provided this week by Maggie, winner of thespeakeasy #108)

+ a little creative thought =

“The Sad” is Bad


When did loneliness happen?

Did it just show up on your front porch one day, ring the bell, and make its way inside? Did it formally announce to you it was here to stay? Was there a particular date when it arrived?

Or was it more subtle than that? Did it skirt around you for awhile, deliberate in taking note of your preferences; glancing for opportunities to sneak into your life the minute you hadn’t filled it with activity?

How deliberate were you in extending an invitation? In allowing its entrance? Me? Oh, I really don’t remember anymore.

Whatever the case, somewhere along the way, I had to resign myself that it wasn’t going to go away. So I named it. Well, I just call it “The Sad.” By being able to tell others “The Sad” is always with me, it helps me not to feel so alone anymore.


This week’s writing challenge from Trifecta is quite DELIBERATE (and I deliberated on how to work in all forms of definitions, one way or another – – one ended up below the piece). However, for the challenge itself, Trifecta only accepts the 3rd definition, with the word in its exact form. So here’s what we’re after to deliberately meet this week’s challenge:

1: characterized by or resulting from careful and thorough consideration <a deliberate decision>
2: characterized by awareness of the consequences<deliberate falsehood>
3: slow, unhurried, and steady as though allowing time for decision on each individual action involved <a deliberate pace>

  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.


I would also deliberately encourage you to NEVER invite “The Sad” to reside with you. “The Sad” will work to convince you you don’t need friends, you don’t need help, and you don’t need to keep yourself from sinking further into despair. Deliberately tell “The Sad” it’s time for you to get a new set of friends.



A Mom’s Versatility

In Honor of any “MOM” who:

-Can deal with a bouncing baby, an about-to-bounce check, bounce her work schedule, and don her sports bra so she doesn’t bounce too much while running around.

-Could solve our country’s deficit by teaching our House & Senate how to stretch a George Washington further across the Delaware.

-Reminds us all how she told us so while multi-tasking to resolve the issue with the so-and-so.

-Paints her toe nails while responding to mounds of e-mails and selecting her favorite pinterest thumbnails.

-Is positive she has the right to take you out of this world if you get too sassy because she wasn’t feeling so sassy the day she brought you into it – but she did it anyway.

-Is certain that no one is ever good enough for you – and you are better than anyone out there actually deserves (but this probably won’t stop her from trying to get in your business and/or set you up) – remember, we love her anyway!

-Stands in harm’s way when the microwave is running or if anyone dare consider putting damaging preservatives inside your body.

-Never disowns you, regardless of the number of stray animals, body piercings, tattoos, or bad choices you came home sporting.

-Never, ever, ever leaves you. Long after her physical presence has grown weary of being caged in this temporal realm, her legacy lives on and spreads in all those hearts she’s captured.

-Is always out of this world wonderful – BECAUSE WE SAID SO!!!!!


Sometimes “moms” never have children. They are the special women (and sometimes even men!) in our lives who extend themselves to us and love us even when we’re undeserving. They may even be close in age to us. They have lived, loved, and lost. But when we’re near them, we know we have gained.

From Cuddly Coat Closets to Public Cubbies


“Sheesh. That was the ickiest, gooiest, yuckiest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Yeah, me too. Ya’ wanna’ try it again tomorrow?”

“I guess. Grab our coats before Ms. Stuffy catches us in here.”


Whew! Fancy a guess at what this weekend’s Trifextra challenge wanted drizzled into our 33 word count? The buzz word was:

ONOMATOPOEIA. Easy for you to say! (In this case, not the word, itself – but at least one of its kind).

The word oozes from your lips, making it fun to chant; but to jar your memory, it means a word or phrase that imitates the sound when spoken aloud.

For instance, if you didn’t like Yoko Ono’s voice, her last name might become an onomatopoeia for you.

In short, its inclusion makes writing more fun and active for the reader, who can “hear” parts of the story.

And for the record, yes, I can still hear that smooch from many years ago. 😉

WHERE in the World is WARLA? I mean, MARLA?!

TRUE CONFESSIONS: I’ve been cheating on my blog site today (but let’s try to keep that little indiscretion between us, okay)? Instead of fulfilling my commitment here, I’ve been out flirting and frolicking around with another blog site – honored to be a guest blogger for the e-Mazing Marla. If you’re interested, you can check out my naughtier side here: . And even if you’re not interested, I would suggest checking out Marla’s fun-filled blog when she gets settled in to her new abode in South Africa! Whirled peas, -jody

MarLa Sink Druzgal

Our ever engaging and entertaining friend, Marla, has gone MIA!! (Well, some of us may know where she is. I’m not saying for sure that we do; I’m not saying we don’t. But if we did, we might not be telling…. Okay, if you insist. She’s moving to South Africa.) Meanwhile, she wasn’t using this blog site, so we thought, ‘What the heck? It’s empty.’ And we moved in.

Actually, Marla invited me over for the day. She even asked me to be your hostess with the most-est. That got me to thinking (yeah, I do that occasionally)…I’ll bet you’re already missing her! Yep, me too. So I thought we’d play a game. (Okay, maybe Marla gave me the prompt. I’m not saying she did…I’m not saying she didn’t.)

I just figured, if I was Marla and this happened to be my blog, how would…

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So Who Invented Dad?

“They say necessity is the mother of invention,” quipped my grandmother, grasping onto the jar lid with her rounded piece of rubber. I heard the air let loose from the seal as her small wrinkled hands passed me the mason jar that I’d been prying on for the past hour. Okay, for the past 5 minutes.

Maybe it was more like 20 seconds.

I felt the corners of my mouth twitching back and forth, one to the other. I couldn’t tell if my lips wanted to turn upward towards a smirk or downward to a frown, as it seemed like they were arguing over which would win. I reached out and took the jar, sliding my spoon in to scoop out its desired contents. My mouth watered in anticipation of the sweetness to come. But it still didn’t smother the bitterness.

“The mother of Invention, you say? Necessity, is she?

“So they say,” my grandma shrugged, opening a drawer to replace her magic rubber jar opener.

“Hmm, whatda’ ya’ think they say about Invention’s father?”

She turned and looked at me, suspiciously, the wooden drawer slowly closing behind her. I watched as her eyes traveled into her thoughts. Finally she responded, “Don’t recall that they say anything at all about him.”

We exchanged an uncomfortable glance between us.

“I knew it,” I nodded, licking the leftover honey from my spoon and turning towards the fridge to pull out some milk.

My grandmother sat at the table, sliding into the chair nearest me, still casting an apprehensive look my way. She didn’t seem all that interested in stirring her creamer into her coffee anymore. “Knew what?” Her words were as tense as her lips.

“Nobody minds bringing up Invention’s mom, do they? But they skirt around the issue of mentioning who his dad is…”

“You can stop right there with those thoughts, mister…”

“Invention, clearly then, must be a bastar…”

My old grandma had cleared the corner of the kitchen table and opened my bottom lip about as efficiently as she had that jar. Only, this time, she hadn’t even needed her piece of rubber.

She turned her head away from me, throwing her hand over her face. It didn’t matter. I still heard a gasp of air escaping from the seal of her heart. When she turned back around, she reached to straighten the worn, red and white checkered tablecloth.

I licked the red spot from my lip, then wiped what was left of my milky mustache, all before she could get a washrag to doctor me. Pulling in my tongue, I hung my head and murmured the final sound, “D.”

That was the last time I ever brought him up again.


Time to dig around in the pantry this week & come up with a story for the Speakeasy!

The first line this week was supplied by Rara, winner of speakeasy #107: “They say necessity is the mother of invention.”

That line + a jar of…whatevers (the included photo prompt) will get you access to today’s story.

What’s Your Blood Type? Mine apparently is O-Teaching-Positive!

I lost my parents very early in life. If that wasn’t already going to be a potential educational setback, I found myself pregnant at the wise age of 17 (when you don’t necessarily worry about an education because you already know everything). I don’t really want to revisit the negative aspects surrounding the particular night of how that happened. Besides, it really doesn’t matter anymore. I moved on from there and have never once regretted being a mom. I see each one of my children as a blessing from heaven; they’ve made me a better person all the way around. But I had to support us.

I graduated high school early and had to choose a career path quickly because I’d just been inducted into the adult world. The experience wasn’t as wonderfully freeing as I’d once envisioned. I was able to get an associate’s degree while working part-time and was blessed to obtain a piecemeal education throughout my early career years, eventually adding on a bachelor’s degree. Funny how, just when you believe you’ve gotten your life on course, fate chooses a different path for you to travel. Out of the blue, I was asked to begin a health career program and to teach within it. Along came my master’s degree, truthfully in a field I had never set out to master. Needless to say, I didn’t feel worthy, didn’t feel prepared.

I don’t know why, but I found myself expressing those doubts one evening at church, while explaining my career shift to those listening: “I never imagined myself being a teacher.”

That was the moment when everything connected for me, as my pastor’s wife, a teacher herself, matter-of-factly proclaimed, “Why, I don’t know how you could have expected to be anything else. Your father was a teacher. Your mother was a teacher. Your aunt and uncle were teachers. You even had a sister who was a teacher. How could you not have become a teacher? Dear, teaching is in your blood.”

One of my students working on dissecting a pig's heart. (Told you teaching was in the blood - groan, I know.)

One of my students working on dissecting a pig’s heart. (Told you teaching was in the blood – groan, I know.)  See important disclaimers below.


Trifecta has a bit of an eerie air in preference, so it comes as no surprise that this week’s writing word challenge would be BLOOD.

However, check your rear view mirror carefully. Not because anything creepy is sneaking up behind you (or maybe it is!), but because the third definition is creepily sneaky. This week’s third choice in definition is:

BLOOD (noun)

3 a : lifeblood; broadly : life

As always during the weekly challenge, 33-333 word count. Mine came in at 333 this week. See what I mean about eerily creepy? (Cue the Thriller music & the Vincent Price voice here.)

Disclaimer: No pigs were hurt in the writing of this blog. Well, except for the one being dissected. But that was going to take place anyway.

Next Disclaimer: No responsibility can be taken for any emotional damage incurred by this pig’s close family members viewing this blog site. Pigs are not allowed on this Web site. No, it was not Wilbur; so E.B. White cannot make any claims either.