Well, The Food Was Good…

What the   #$%&*#@!?   happened?

It was like some one stole the 49ers playbook before the coin toss – then the niners found their spare copy at half-time. Not, however, in time. We were soooo close that it hurt. But close only counts with horseshoes and hand-grenades.

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My daughter slaved for 2 days making appetizers for the family Super Bowl party, so we ate like kings while we screamed, prayed, and cursed (with the unsatisfying words you use in front of children).

We were exhausted from rooting, eating, and chasing the naked toddler (more on that some other day), that we all crashed around 9:oo pm.

Except for me, who had to write about it, and express my disappointment about the loss. I am NOT disgruntled with the guys, they did great and I’m so proud of them! We got to the Super Bowl!!– only 2 teams can get there, and WE were one of them. It was not our year to win the game, which sucks a lot, but that’s how it is sometimes.

So… – you lick your wounds, then suck it up and move on.

49er-logo   GO NINERS!!

National Wear Red Day

Ah, February…

If y’all read the memo, you know about wearing red today.

FYI- tomorrow is Groundhog Day.

Yawn. My brain is not witty or clever tonight/today, but I wanted to say “Happy February” and show off my February header image.  😉   We’ll be going up to my daughter’s place today for Super Bowl festivities, so you may not hear from me until Tuesday. Maybe Wednesday.  Many things have been disrupting what sanity I have left. If any.

TTFN,

Jodi Lea

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Header photo credit: Pink Sherbet Photography via photopin cc

WWC: Observing the Details

Author’s note: I found this challenge extremely hard, so that means I need to work on this skill. I depend too much on dialog and characters thinking about everything to convey surroundings. I always discover how I can improve my writing when I take on a weekly writing “assignment”

Thanks Daily Post Writing Challenge !

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Lacy looked around the small office while waiting for coach “Coup” Cooper, to wrap up a phone call.  “Have a seat, I’ll just be a second” he whispered, gesturing to the handset. He moved his free hand with an opening and closing motion. That was ten minutes ago.

She wondered which seat he referred to. There were two chairs in the room, a swivel one with a warped back that coach occupied, and the other was piled high with magazines and newspapers. A half-eaten meatball sandwich sat on top of the leaning tower of paper, looking (and smelling) like exploded pizza.

The front wall of the office, including the door, was glass. The room stayed dark regardless of light shining from the gym beyond.  “This is Rocky’s gym”, Lacy thought. She almost expected to see him at the punching bag, or in the roped off platform ring. This gym was not a popular franchised business. There were no aerobic or Jazzercise classes offered here.

The non-glass walls had faux dark-walnut paneling that mocked the laws of physics by sucking up all available light.  A gray metal bookshelf  facing Coup’s desk, held boxing and body-building related paperbacks and VHS tapes. The four shelves were beyond dinged, and not aligned with each other. A dusty VHS player waiting on the bottom shelf for someone to use it. On the end of the 3rd shelf,  sat a lovely ceramic pot, with long-dead flowers – it was the finishing touch that made the room totally depressing.

By the time Coup hung up the phone, Lacy had mentally reorganized the room and was anxious to start working on it.  If she got the job, that is.