#WW Late Again

I've been putting in too many hours at work recently, and I'm tired! It was almost eight by the time I walked in the door, so here's something a few teachers could use but wouldn't dare. Thanks, Lisa!

#MM The Missouri Waltz

Nowhere on the internet can I find the words to the Missouri Waltz song that match the ones we sang at the football games, so I'll share from memory. Forgive me if I'm off after all these years.

Mary Margaret Truman was the daughter of the pres.

She lived in the White House with her ugly mother Bess.

There was no sense debating

her high social rating.

She was a member of Pi Beta Phi.

Trouble in the White House there was nothing left to do.

Mary Margaret Truman grabbed her father's fifty-two

and she went to Missouri

and started a brewery

so let's

drink 

Busch!

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Weekend Warrior Writer's - Middle Grade

Weekend Writing Warriors

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After attending an SCBWI conference, it looks like middle grade is what's selling, so I'm going to switch focus to another unpublished manuscript, MRS. ZIMMERMAN'S DONUTS. It's the story of a fifth grade outcast taken under the mismatched wings of a new boy in town. Is that cruel not to answer the door from last week? Sorry.

Here are my first eight lines. Please tell me if you'd keep reading––actually that may not be the right question since many of you write dirty romance novels and wouldn't turn the page of any kid's book, but humor me. I'm looking for an honest critique that will help me bring my work up to the publication level. Thanks!

CHAPTER ONE

 

            Randy slammed into my shoulder with a “Move it, Will,” on his way to Harrison Zimmerman’s desk. Telling me to move was better than putting an /L/ in on my forehead and getting the class to chant loser until Ms. Benson's face turned red. The kid bounced on his toes while kissing up to Harrison, who had the power to share glazed, creamy, chocolaty, or powdery treats. 

“Keaton told me your mom’s making a new kind of donut.”

            Harrison’s tongue swept across his upper lip like a fat frog grabbing his fly––not the zipper. “It's called The S’More––Chocolate, marshmallows, and gram crackers.” His beaming meant­ his stupid end-of-the-week party with the The S’More as the guest of honor. On Monday guys will boast about Mrs. Zimmerman's homemade donuts dipped in chocolate sauce or gooey cherry filling.

#WW: After Fifty Shades of Gray

#MM Dogs Play Bluegrass

I was going to skip Music on Monday this week after just getting back from a conference and being tired, but after seeing this jewel, I couldn't resist. Hysterical!

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Weekend Writing Warriors : September 14

Weekend Writing Warriors

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After last weeks post, I figured I'd jump ahead to this snippet from chapter two where Ben is curious as to why some stranger would call him "Benito." And yes, you missed it, but the weird dude and friend chased Ben.

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       I debated about how much to tell my worry wart mom who'd freak if she knew about the guys who chased me, yet curiosity and fear bugged the shit out of me. I took two steps away from her and then spun around to head back. “Is my real name Ben, or is it short for something else?”

       “Why you ask?”

       “Someone called me, Benito.”

       The color drained from Mom's face as her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her shaking fingers. Our conversation was cut short when the doorbell chimed and was followed by a loud pounding sound. I stared at the door without moving.

      

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My Week So Far

It's Thursday night, which means time to post on Catch My Words. I could post about my week. First off, in our city, a large gang of teenagers brutally attacked

Kroger employees for entertainment. These sickos laughed and smiled while kicking the foo out of defenseless strangers. Maybe my soap box about lousy parenting would be appropriate, but even good parents sometimes find problems with their kids. Such as the memorial service I attended on Tuesday for a brilliant and handsome former

student of mine––who had two excellent parents. Although he was certainly smart enough to keep up with Sheldon Cooper of Big Bang Theory fame, and would have enjoyed a molecular discussion, too, he died from a heroine overdose. No. I don't want to write anymore about these sad situations, nor the e-mail from the superintendent about 220 teachers being excessed out of jobs, four of them from our school. How many kids can we squeeze into one classroom? So basically, it was a sucky week.


Those who have followed me for some time know that I'm typically not one to write downer posts. So let's talk about small stuff that fits better with my humor blog. This morning, my sandal broke, but luckily I keep old tennis

shoes in my closet for kickboxing. I put them on and looked tasteless and tacky all day, but it's better than being barefoot. Little did I realize, these shoes are messed up, too. Now this, I can deal with.

#WW The Little Rascals

Then . . .

Now . . .

Musical Monday - Trains

This week's topic is "Trains" so my favorite childhood stars The Monkees sing Take the Last Train to Clarksville.

Next up is Ruby Gloom singing Train Wreck.

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