Sunday, November 25, 2012

A Few of My Favorite Things (Trifextra)

The weekend's Trifextra challenge was a fun one, taken from one of my favorite childhood movies.

1n 1959, Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote the music for the Broadway production, The Sound of Music. One of the most famous songs from the musical is "My Favorite Things." Since its inception, the song has been covered by countless artists, and we're asking you to follow suit. Give us a few of your favorite things, in whichever form you want, in 33 words exactly.

PJ days,
Creating spectacular scratch-made soup,
Snuggling, warm in bed, under fluffy comforters,
Gathering friends and family together, celebrating life,
The dulcet tinkle of ice in a glass filled with Maker's Mark.

My Soup Is Good Food

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

I Am Not A Morning Person : Ketchup #6


I've tried the dulcet, soothing tinkle of wind chimes,
cheerful chirping crickets,
quirky quacking ducks,
Bad-ass blues,
Clamoring church bells,
And, of course, the classic screaming firehouse siren.
The sound is irrelevant. The result, the same.
I must drag one reluctant appendage at a time, out of hibernation into the cold, cruel world of another day.

Ketchup With Us

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Sixty-three for Dad's Sixty-Third

On the occasion of my father's sixty-third birthday, I thought it only appropriate that I use sixty-three words to write about how much he has shared with me over the years.  As I frequently participate in writing challenges using only thirty-three or fifty-seven words, I thought this would be a breeze.  Boy, was I wrong!  It turns out I lack enough language in my lexicon to properly honor my Dad on His Day, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway.
Here goes.  Sixty-three words for Dad's Sixty-third Birthday.
Happy Birthday, Daddy! I love you.

Little Me learning
the "right" way to
appreciate the classics.
"You've got to hear this song, Aim."

From Steve Earle to The Velvet Underground, The Roches to Pink Floyd, Coco Taylor to Woody Guthrie, Dad introduced me to songs that told stories, tugged heart strings, and took me to places hitherto unimagined. 

One of the greatest gifts he's ever given me: Dad taught me that music has charms to soothe a savage beast.

Dad & me on our Carolina Road Trip 2012