The start of the 2016 presidential campaign went into high gear yesterday with Jeb Bush starting an exploratory committee of some sort.
Bush vs. Clinton; why does that ring a bell? Is the Bush political dynasty going to add one more feather in their hat?
I will be concentrating on looking at the campaign from both sides…the good, bad, and the ugly,
I have been in a slump…a writing slump. Actually, that’s not true…I have been lazy and doing other things. But, I’m still pressing on.
This is some dialog between Tex, a campaign manager and his candidate, Jake. Jake and Nancy, the main character, will in some weird way get mixed up with each other.
Tex with a concerned voice, “I have seen the envelope from the doctor Jake.” With a puzzled and surprised look Jake responded, “What letter Tex?” The conversation between these two powerful men continue…“The letter you left on the table. What is it about? Do you have health issues that you don’t want to discuss with me? When I took this job, I told you I needed like I would give you, complete loyalty and honesty. Here is some honesty Jake, we are even in Iowa, fucking even. We were 15 points ahead, what happened? I’ll tell you. You lost it if we do lose, which all tracking polls seem to show. So, now it’s time for you to be honest Jake. We need to get on the right track…and the only way that is going happen is if you tell me what’s going on!”
Stay tune next week to hear the ref hollar “Charging!”
Opening of my WIP…”Why Moore?” Is it catchy? Do you want to read more?
The house the Moores lived in was a three story, Victorian, that looked like it didn’t belong at the corner of Tandy Road and Sycamore Street. On this last Christmas the Moore ladies would all be together; the coldness inside the house was just as bone chilling as it was on the outside. The tension between the women has never been worse. It has been in an upward climb ever since the man of the house was brutally killed five years before. Despite losing her father and the hatred towards her mother, Nancy was determined to make the best of it.
Stay tune next week when you’ll hear the karate mom holla “Kick his ass!”
New beginnings, meaning a new way of thinking and taking care of myself. Tonight will be my first meeting at Weight Watchers. I’ve decide that I need a more organized and structured way of losing weight.
My step-son and his wife have been doing it for a few weeks now and they seem very happy with it. So, me and my wife are going to do it together. The new posts for this will be WW.
Stay tune next week when you’ll here the hungry old man holla…”Hey, I’m going to be the next Wolverine!”
A few years prior to Nancy’s mothers death; Nancy is having a conversation over the phone with her mother. It shows a little of the strained relationship between the two. Please enjoy.
The phone was ringing again. Could it be Jake with an early morning wake-up call? Nancy answered, “Hello?”
A voice that was too damn recognizable. “Nancy, this is your mother. I called you four times yesterday and didn’t hear back from you. I got worried. Are you OK?”
Nancy couldn’t believe it, thinking to herself…damn, my mother!
She answered back with firmness and sarcasm all wrapped up in one. “Yes mom, I’m fine. I HAVE been just a little busy. You know, with my job and all.” Martha was always in Nancy’s business.
With an irritated voice Martha continued, “That’s no excuse Nancy. You know how I get when I don’t hear from you after a few days. I was hoping you would be up so we could go have breakfast.”
Nancy was waiting for a more important call at the moment. Trying to be polite, “No mom, not today. I’m sorry. I should be able to clear things from my schedule by the end of the week. I’ll get with you by Thursday.”
Stay tune next week when you’ll hear the cheer leader holler…”Go Steelers!”
Well, I guess it’s time to throw a fit. Justifiably so, of course. One of my pleasures in life is going to a nice restaurant and enjoying a sit down dinner. The places I go vary…but one of the frequent places is Cracker Barrel restaurant; which I’m sure many of you are familiar with.
Yesterday afternoon was one of those times I was soooooooo looking forward to a fish and chips dinner at CB. On Friday, that is their special.
So, here’s how it went:
First, when I got seated the waitress asked me what I wanted. I told her I would like the fish and chips dinner…the cod. She said would there be anything else? I said I would like the cornbread and biscuits. More cornbread then biscuits. The start of a very bad time. 10 minutes later she came by and asked If I needed anything. I politely told her that I would appreciate it if I could get my cornbread. She said she thought I wanted it when the meal came. Where she got that, I have no clue. They always bring it right away.
Another 5 minutes later, I get my cornbread. I scarfed the first one down…remember, I was hungry to start with…now I’m starving.
Ten minutes or so later, the manger comes to the table and informs me that they had made catfish instead of the cod by accident. WTF…another 10-15 he said. He was real apologetic, but of course I was starting to see red at this time, and my hunger pains were increasing. I scarfed another piece of cornbread down.
The food finally comes. It had to be 45 minutes from the time I sat down till I got the meal I actually ordered. Well, the fish was dry, over cooked etc etc…but I was freaking hungry. Ate a couple bites of my coleslaw…stuck fork in it the third time and felt my fork hit something that seemed out of the ordinary.
It was a package of butter in my coleslaw!! I called the manager over right away. The waitress and he apologized over and over. I had lost my appetite by this time and was beyond pissed. They sent me on my way with a piece of apple pie. I don’t think I will be going back there anytime soon.
Continuing with the funeral scene; there always seems to be a family member who has words of encouragement to say. Enjoy a little more from the funeral scene in my WIP “Why Moore?”
As the two sisters stood by the casket for what seemed like an hour, an older, distant cousin walked up and stood next Mary. Speaking softly, “I hope you girls will be ok. Your mother loved you girls so much. She spoke very highly of you two all the time. I know how hard it must be to lose your mother at such a young age, but God will see you thru this trial. Goodbye girls. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”
Stay tune next week when you’ll hear the crazed football fan holler “Go Steelers!