Do You Like My Toy?

Oh, you may think it’s just a noodle,
But it is really more than that,
You can wave and say “toodle”
Or you can wear it under your hat.

You can eat it with a meatball,
Or cover it up with cheese,
When they are gooey worms,
Sister cries, “Get it away from me, please!”

“Do you like my new facial hair?”
“Do you want to floss your toes?”
I really, really love to share,
Uh-oh, it’s on my clothes.

“Avast, dare cross me sword!!!” I say,
“Ha, you’re never going to get me!”,
Mommy comes in and yells “Hey,”
“Stop playing with your spaghetti.”

BlogBattle by Rachel Ritchie. Word of the week…SPAGHETTI… JOIN THE FUN!!!


Feeling Froggy

Intercepted by #72 Liam Wilson at the 89 yard line. Twelve seconds on the clock, I’ve never seen him run so fast. The crowd is going crazy…

“Froggy, Froggy, Froggy!”

#47 going for the tackle and he slams to Li-AMAZING!!! HE’S STILL RUNNING. Jefferson and Williams going for the kill. WHAAA-DID YOU SEE THAT JUMP? I CAN SEE WHY THEY CALL HIM FROGGY!!!  He’s approaching the end zone… TOUCHDOWN!!! HE DID IT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! THE BULLDOGS WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! What a great game this was. This is it for tonight ladies and gentlemen, remember to walk in groups. This is Jessie from BFHS, HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!

Meanwhile in the locker room.

“Wow, I can’t believe this! We are champions! Whoa!”

“Liam I can’t believe it!!! But… how do you jump so high.”

“I don’t know Carl, I just do.”

“We haven’t seen anyone jump so high since… Fred.”

The room fell silent.

“Why did you have to open your mouth Carl?” Miles objected.

“Who is Fred?” Asked Liam nervously.

“Fred was in the football team 4 years ago, he used to jump high like you… He helped score the winning touchdown  at the 2011 championship…” Carl stops abruptly.

“What?!?” Liam asked anxiously.

“He disappeared the night of the championship, right after the win and no one knows where he went.” Miles finished without hesitation.

Liam’s laughs, “that’s it, some ridiculous urban legend. I’m going to the party guys, I will see you there after I pick up Jenna. Later!”

“Miles, man, why didn’t you tell him about all of the other disappearances?”

“Because it’s just a stupid urban legend. We all know that the superstars got scouted to good colleges, that’s what they did!”

“Who the hell told you that bed time story, your mommy? ”

“No, your mommy!”

They square off..


“Coach! He-”

“I don’t want to hear it, go home! Don’t ruin a great night! Great job out there… where’s Liam?”

The silence said it all.



As Liam is walking to his car, he hear rustling near the trees. “Guys, you’re not funny!” But no one answers. Then coming out of the sees the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

“Hello handsome, where are you going?”

“Uh… To a party, we just won the state championships.”

“Ooooh… How fun! Wish I could go…”

“You can go with me.”

“What about your girlfriend?” She asks getting closer… “She loves you, you know.”

“She’ll get over me.” He looks down at his phone turns his ringer off.

“Mmmm, do you really want to break her heart over little ‘ol me?” Her lips are close to his.

Instead of answering her he kissed her, but as soon as he did, he started to choke.

“What happened? Frog in your throat?” She frowns at him…”why is it that you men think it’s okay to break a girls heart? I used to be ugly you know… Until I kissed a frog thinking he would turn into my prince, instead I ended up beautiful. The frog then asked me to make me a wish. So I wish to test men of their worthiness, if they are… Worthy that is, they get one wish, if not they end up like you, now what do you have to say for yourself?”

Liam’s throat finally is clearing up, he’s finally going to give this crazy witch a piece of his mind when “ribbit” is all that comes out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry, were you trying to say something?” And she walks into the night leaving the Liam croaking the night away.

Tuesday BlogBattle Word of the week Frog

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Giddy Up!

“‘I’ll make sure to set you up with someone who’ll show you the ropes. That’s what he said to me and then paired me with Gero.”

“No way, he didn’t! Gero! After HE took your job at the last ranch!!!” Sara still chewing her steak. “Then what happened?!?”

“I walked the walk, cool as a cucumber-“

“Uh-huh, in other words you tripped and made a fool out of yourself.” I hate how she chews one bite 50 million times.

“Anyway, I went around, introducing myself, making a good impression. You know, this ain’t my first rodeo. I even had girls swooning over me, you know?”

“Poor things, they don’t know any better.”

“Will you just swallow already? And listen, I’m a great catch! I mean… That’s how I got you, didn’t I? You fell right into my arms and stayed there when I lassoed you!”

“Yeah Bill, but that because I didn’t know any better.” I watch her swallow her third bite in 30 minutes, wondering why I always invite her out to eat. Oooooh that woman really know how to make a man crazy!

“Sara, why is it that after all of these years, you’re still single?” This is the fastest bite I see her swallow, it must be a personal record.

“Bill, what in the world are you talking about, crazy old man! There is no other cowboy that can tie this gal up like Cowboy Bill.” 

“I thought you said you know better.” 

“I never said that, I said back then I didn’t know better, I never said I learned anything.” We lock eyes.

The doors open breaking our gaze… “Okay you two! Lunch break is over! 3 o’clock rodeo starts in 15 minutes… Bill, you’re up with Sara. Sara, you’ll be in the saloon. Bill, you’ll be replacing Gero.”

“Sure thing boss, but why?” I can see that Sara wants to know too.

“The man done lassoed Bucky instead of Boots and the bull done hurt him good. He’s going to be out for a while! You’re lucky break Bill.” He walks out.

“Well Sara, looks like it’s you and me at the ranch just like the old times.”

“We have a conversation pending.”

“Dinner at Rowdies?”

“Giddy Up Cowboy.”


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Sealed with a Kiss

As I clutch what feels like 500 pound worth of textbooks, I stop dead on my tracks. There he is… walking… my way. James Johnson. He has these deep blue eyes, and a sideway smirk that makes my knees weak.


Did he just say “hi” to me? Respond, say something, Taaaalk. “Um, hi!” Smooth Liz. Duck your head and walk away. Walk,walk,walk.


I froze in place feeling like I’m going to vomit and slowly turned around.

“You going to class, right?” He said with that heart melting smirk.

“Yeah.” why wouldn’t I?

“You swimming today?”

I forgot about swimming… “Yeah… Are you?” I look at my shoes, avoiding his eyes… I’m uncomfortable.

“I was considering skipping, but… wanna be partners?”

“What about your horde of girlfriends?” That came out wrong. He raises his eyebrow at me his smirk morphed into a full smile.

“I dumped them all, just so we can be partners in class.”

We both laugh. “Alright, see you in class.” I walk away, I don’t want to let him know how jello he makes me. He always has.

Six o’clock couldn’t come fast enough… I ran back to my dorm where I tore the place apart looking for my bathing suit completely ignoring my roomie.

“Psycho much? I just cleaned, you know… Like 5 minutes ago.” She sounds so aggravated.

“Sorry Mish, but J.J. just asked me if we could be partners at swi-”

“WAIT…. J.J. as in James Johnson?” She was now on top of her bed. “What about his hordies?” She asked amused.

I couldn’t help but laugh…”I asked him about it, it just slipped out and he said heeeeeee DUMPED THEM TO BE MY PARTNER!!! ”

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” We scream as we jump on top of the bed.

“Okay-okay-okay…. Get out of here before you’re late! Later, you are going to tell me all about it while you clean this mess.” Her face lit up.

“See ya later roomie!” I literally ran to class and nearly slam right into him. “Sorry.”

“How come we stopped hanging out?” His question threw me off.

“You mean like after middle school?” That was like… 5 years ago.

“Yeah, we always had fun” he looked hurt. Which made me angry.

“Once we got into High School, you had a bunch of girlfriends which hated me. You stopped talking to ME. Why are you even asking me?!?”

“Because you were with Brandon and he knew I liked you. He knew I was going to ask you to… Anyway, when I came back from vacation… you were together.”

Fuming I held my anger, instead I whispered. “We were NOT TOGETHER, we were friends. Besides, he told me you were going to ask my sister out.You could have told me, instead of just ignoring me.”

“What difference would it make anyway?”

“I have missed you this whole time! Wondering why you would like my sister and not me.” I am glaring at him now.

“J.J., We need to talk.” We both look at Jessa and her horde.

Tears start prickling my eyes as I turn away and I hear him turn away himself.

No way am I going to let this happen. Not after my feelings where reawakened. I turn around and pace toward them. “Excuse me.”

“Remember the surprise game we played? We’d closed our eyes, opened our hand and we’d give each other something we’d have to guess what it was with our eyes closed?”

He nods.

“Close your eyes.”

“But I don’t have anything to give you.”

My stare made him immediately do as I said and he closed his eyes.

Before courage escaped me, I kissed him very softly on the lips. I backed off… But he just stood there with a weird look on his face. So I kissed him again. “I gave you a kiss, so you can hopefully feel how much I have always cared. I am not asking for anything back. You can go with Le’ Miz over there.” I turn around and walked away.

I walk away, pretending to be  cool, but my heart was going a million miles per hour. I just had my fist kiss in college…and it wasn’t exactly what I expected. but I don’t know what to expect. Fireworks, sirens? (Sigh). There I go, I gave it away and now I just pray for the best.

Class was a breeze…No matter how much I try to swim to the bottom of the pool, my tush floats to the top. So since I no longer qualify for my lifeguarding certification, I just played the victim. I got to “yell” for help and people in class saved me.

Walking back to the cafeteria, I start thinking about the menu. It is Thursday…roasted turkey with mashed potatoes, sa-

“Liz!!! Liz!!!” He runs right in front of me.

“We need to go back…” he looks crazed. I have  nothing to say. “I didn’t get to give you something when we played the game. Close your eyes, give me your hand.” I do as told. “I am sorry I can’t give you my heart, I already gave it away.” Tears start coming straight from my heart as he says this. “I already gave it to you the day we met, so all I can give you is a promise, I promise that we are going to be the best of friends again, that we are going to have fun just like we used to, that I will never let you go again.” It was then that I felt his lips on mine, soft and sweet. I opened my eyes.


“Sealed it with a kiss.” He smiled and extended his hand. It was as sweet as when we were kids.

#BlogBattle Tuesday by Rachel Ritchie.

Today’s word is Horde.

Handcuffed to an Oath

“…miracle weight loss…” “…Jenner transition…” “19 Kids and Counting cancelled…” “…Kardash…”

“Hi honey, how was your day at work?” I ask my husband as he enters our living room. He looks at me with those exhausted eyes after a 16 hour day at work.

“It is so crazy! I see the same thing every day…these kids getting into trouble, the parents calls us because they can’t control them and they want us to scare them straight, which I refuse to do. They say the teachers are not doing their jobs, but really they are afraid of these kids.” I watch as he drops his shoes and plops on the couch. “There are bullet holes in their walls, they know who did, but won’t tell us because they are not “rats”. How am I supposed to do my job if they don’t talk to me, but I am supposed to go find their kid in a neighborhood where people have illegal guns and hate me. As I am walking around, people are yelling “pig”, they say I’m harassing them, as if I had nothing better to do.  It turned out, the kid wasn’t missing, he was just hanging out, trying to get away to cool off after a fight he had with his parents.”

I sigh and say “I told you not to take this job! I hate it!!! I don’t care about who needs help, I care about you coming home! I worry about you, you have too good of a heart, always want to help…but people don’t care, they just see you as some jerk in uniform, they see you as a racist just because of the color of your skin AND your uniform!!! They don’t know who your wife is and they spit when you walk by, they yell ugly things at you…” I feel the anger boil…the tears from my fear of losing him…he senses my fury..

“I help a lot of people, you know…that little girl that was hiding in the closet when her house was being robbed, she gave me a hug and was so happy to see me, she was so scared, poor thing.” He knows I have a soft spot for children.

“So?” I am not giving in so easily, I still hate his job. “Quit your job, we’ll sell the house, we’ll both work…get a small house in the south, close to the beach…please?!?” That’s it, my heart done squeezed the tears out.

“My love, this is who I am…my life has meaning…I help people, there is more good than bad in this world, I just get to see the bad every day. People need help…who is going to do it if I don’t?” He’s serious.

“Batman, Superman…I don’t care as long as it’s not you!” I say crossing my arms to show that I still don’t care. And of course he puts his arms around me now, making the tears flow more like a river. I know my face is blotchy and I can’t breath through my nose.

“You are being stubborn. 15 more years until I can retire-“

“That is if you’re not DEAD!!! Look at the rioting, the way people talk, LOOK AT ALL THE INJURIES YOU’VE GOTTEN FROM YOUR JOB…YOUR NECK…ALL OF THE TIME YOU MISSED OF THE KIDS BECAUSE YOU ARE IN PAIN!!! THINGS ARE GETTING WORST!!! I realize I am borderline yelling because I am so scared, scared he won’t come home from work one of these days, scared that I’d have to explain to the kids why daddy is not coming home, afraid that I will have to spend the rest of my life alone…without the man that showed me that I am someone worth loving, that I will die from a broken heart. I take a deep breath. “You are getting hurt by people that are hurting other people-“

“That I stop from hurting other people.” He says calmly…but my fear has no limit.

“For 5 minutes, because the judges always let them out.” I spat at him…

“It takes  a second to pull a trigger…I take guns off the streets…I have to believe that I am saving someone to make this worth it. Would you rather me quit my job and do something meaningless to me and be unhappy?”

“I don’t help people-“

“People like me, need people like you to keep on.”

“I hate your stupid job…” I say knowing I’m not going to win this…”Please…just…be safe.” I’m defeated.


“Don’t do anything alone!”


“Be last at gun calls.”

“Can’t promise you that.”

“Always wear your seatbelt!”

“That, I  can promise!!!” He says knowing I’m almost done with my checklist.

“Take the calls to help the old people.”

“You know I do.”

(One time he took this lady to the hospital, promised her he’d feed her cat, which he did, visited her, they even called him right before she died, he went to see her and she died right after he left.) Being out of things to make him promise, I finally say…”Please promise me you’ll always come home to me.”

“I Promise”

He knows I take promises seriously, and he promised me he’ll always come home to me, so that means he can’t die while working because he’s going to be safe, because the world needs good people like him. He has to come home now… he promised.

“What were you looking at?” He asks knowing I am obsessing over his job in my head.

“Just the news…nothing important.” and just like that, the conversation is over.

This began as a #BlogBattle story in which

the word of the week is NEWS.

Not knowing if it is suitable for younger readers I will not submit the story.

Thank you for reading!!!


Love at First Bite


How I love to wake up to your sweet scent,
I can’t keep my hands off of you,
Only if you knew the lies I had to invent,
To spend this precious time with you.

As my lips sweetly grace you,
Your warmth reminds me of the sun.
But I must say goodbye to you,
My sweet, sweet, Cinna bun.

This weeks #blogbattle word is BUN!!!

Rachael Ritchie created a weekly blog battle in which she posts the word of the week. It is a lot of fun to create these stories around these words and see what your fellow bloggers come up with. Seriously, join the fun!

Party at Jonny’s

It is #BlogBattle Tuesday again!!! Join the Fun! This week’s word is Madness.

“Dude, this party is going to be so wicked!” Jonny tells Jake as he puts on his favorite AC/DC t-shirt on. He then throws jeans at him. “Come on!!! Molly is going to be here.” Jacob puts on his jeans groaning…“I’m sick of these parties and you always end up too messed up to clean up.”

“Dude, I’ve got you covered, I used dad’s card and ordered a clean up service for tomorrow, so we can get away with murder if we want to.” Jake doesn’t like when he talks that way, it only means that he’s really up to no good. “Throw everything under the bed so we don’t have to bother with it later.” Jake sighs and does what he’s told.

The bell rings…“THE PARTIERS ARE HERE!!!” Jonny jumps and runs to answer the door. “Heeeeeeey, thanks for bringing your friends dude!”

“It’s Craig, not dude. We just wanted to see if your parties are really not lame like you say.” He pushes Jonny out of the way as his friends make their way to the living room. “Where’s your tunage?” Jonny points at the Pod connected to the boom box. “Just like I said, lame.”

Ignoring him, he starts taking the party cups and drinks out of the cabinets. He takes the soda bottles and dumps 1/4 of the contents into the punch bowl to add a little fizz. He opens his backpack and puts party hats on top of the entrance table in this order exactly: party hats, cups, soda, punch and chips. “Lame!” Craig calls out.

Meanwhile, upstairs Jake is cleaning his room obsessively. “Molly is going to be here.” He take sheets out of the linen closet and throws the dirty ones down the laundry shoot. Before he throws the pillow case down, he wiped off all of the dust he can see. “Molly’s going to be here.” He throws the pillow case down and runs to Jonny’s drawer where he sprays one too many sprays of Adidas cologne and an extra spray on his bed for good measure. He jumps at the sound of the doorbell and says to himself, “be strong”, takes a deep breath and downstairs he goes.

It is crazy how quickly the house filled up with people, there was no room to walk, no room to breath. The music was thumping as loud as the boom-box would go. Bodies everywhere, fists pumping at the beat, a line a mile long for the bathroom. Girls hurdled in groups, guys placing bets on the football game playing on the big screen TV. But there she was at the corner, Molly. Cup in one hand, munching on chips with the other while talking to her friends. Too many people to see their faces, but he could recognize her anywhere, almost as if they were linked mentally. He takes a deep breath to get some nerve only to have a coughing fit, creating attention to himself, not the good kind. Molly looks at him while her friends stare laughing, raising an eyebrow and turning back to her friends. “He’s so weird” says one friend. “Yeah, he’s always talking to himself” says the other as they hurdle in a circle to talk some more.

Jonny hurries to the front door to pay for the pizza he ordered. “That will be $222.49” He hands over his dad’s card and gives him a $50 tip. “Thanks Dude” says the delivery man gratefully. They high five and Jonny closes the door. “Foooooood is here!!!!” Jonny grabs his slices before they are gone.

Walking through dancing bodies is no easy task with pizza and two full cups, but Jake manages to get to Molly without a spill. “Uh, hey!” he says spilling some of the drinks. “Hi!” Molly replies while her girlfriends leave laughing. “So, uh, I thought you might be hungry and need a refill” he says spilling some more. “Thanks, you didn’t have to do that” She puts her cup under the new one and grabs a slice. “You look nice!”…He bites. “Thanks, you know…you should chew with your mouth closed.” Embarrassed he says “Yeah, my mom tells me that all of the time.” Wiping food off that came from his mouth, they get interrupted by a brawl…

Everyone is trying to see what is going on. “WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN HIT ON MY GIRLFRIEND?!?” Craig has Jonny by the shirt. “Dude, you were single 5 minutes ago, it’s a party, I just want to have a little fun.”

“NOT WITH MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” Craig throws a swing.

“Can you hear me?”

As if nothing happened he says “Dude, that party was wicked!!!”

“You are at the hospital, you’ve been sleeping for three days.”

“Dude, last thing I remember…um…that…he punched me!”

“Is that what happened?”

“Dude…yeah… it was a wicked party!!! Where is my brother…Jake!!!” he calls out.

“You mean Jacob.” he writes a couple of notes.

“No, mom calls him Jacob, I call him Jake.”

“You mean, your mom calls you Jacob…John Jacob.” Puzzled Jonny looks at the doctor. “Jonny, my name is Dr.Wilson and I have been your doctor for the past 3 years. You suffer from multiple personality disorder and schizophrenia. You like us to call you Jonny most days, some days Jake, sometimes Craig and even…Molly.”

Jonny’s nerves getting the best of him, he hugs his knees and stares into blank space.

“Hi Jake, I’m Doctor Wilson…”

I hope you like the madness!!!


I Stand Alone

Everyone claims this is a family,

but I stand alone.

Deceit, insults, and everyone turning their cheek

without mercy being shown.

Unjustly pointing the finger at me,

go ahead, throw the stone.

Refusing to see the truth,

while I stand here all alone.

Helping others while they step on me,

at least I have grown.

Because if it would have been long ago,

you would have gotten back a bigger stone.

How much can I take before I break

for the truth to be known.

Give me what you’ve got kid

because unlike you, I can stand on my own.

I can cry, scream, fall and get up again,

with a break behind my breast bone.

Go ahead, laugh and enjoy your victory

because that is all you own.

With my head high, I will protect mine, 

because I refuse to stay low.

So get out of my way kid

this game is for women that can stand alone.

My Angel Face

There are so many photographs

of beautiful mountains, waterfalls and ocean views

but I have the most beautiful scenery

when I look at you

Your eyes sky blue

your smile sun bright

I do not want to stop staring

when you sleep at night

“I wove you mommy” you say

“I wove you more”

beating me you answer with

“I wove you 4”

I know in my heart

I love you infinity and back

but I let you win it

and then your lips smack

I give you your kisses

that put me in my happy place

what did I do to deserve you

my sweet Angel Face

My Child

I get lost in your eyes

swayed by your smile

enchanted by your arms around me

I can’t believe you are my child

Your laughter engulfs me

my heart is in pure bliss

I can’t even explain what happens

when you give me a kiss

I can just say I love you

but it would not completely be true

those words are too tiny

to express my feelings towards you

your heart is so beautiful

so full of wonder and  love

you are absolutely everything

that I have dreamed of