No.  Not “my” Jeff.  This is fictional Jeff.  He was created by a very talented blogger by the name of Allan.  Allan wrote a response to a story prompt that you’ll find here   and I would advise you to read it before you continue.  I’ll wait…


OK.  So after reading the story, I thought I would respond to Allan’s tale with my own version of “the other side of the story”.   He very graciously told me to have at it.

Now if you’ve read the story (I told you it would be a good idea to do that first), there is Jeff (the husband) and – the way I read it – Julie, the girlfriend, and Monica, the scorned wife.  I asked “my Jeff” to read Allan’s story and he agreed that the women’s roles could be switched.  But I’m going with Monica as the wife.  I should have asked Allan (the author).

Too many names? Are you dizzy yet?  OK well, chill.  Here’s Monica’s 100 word side of the story.  P.S.  Writing a hundred word story ain’t easy.

Trying to blend in with its rough, cold exterior, Monica pressed her back against the wall behind her. She stood watching from across the street. The wind whipped around the corner where she huddled to keep warm, but she knew it wasn’t the wretched wind that was causing the chill creeping up her spine. Earlier, she watched as Jeff made his way to the rear of the hideous building. Now, as she watched him cross the parking lot to his truck, she knew she should never have come.
Monica waited until her husband pulled away, pocketed the pistol, and headed for home.

Well?  What do you think?  Should I stick to doodling?  OK maybe so, but it was fun.  Sometimes something gets in your head and under your skin and you just have to get it off your chest.  (lot of body parts here, but you get my drift.)

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Thanks for coming this far.  Have a good week everyone.



Yesterday, Jeff and I took a ride to Valley Forge, PA.   It was definitely FUN.

vf cabin

We walked and walked and then headed to the car.  When we got back to the car, Jeff saw a cell phone lying on the hood of the car.  The phone was apparently dropped near our vehicle and someone was kind enough to place it where we could find it.  Thank you.  You are an honest person, whoever you are.

Unfortunately the phone was not ours.

I suggested that we hang on to it with the hope that the owner would call.

We waited a few minutes to see if anyone showed up to claim the phone.  When no one did, we got in the car and headed to Washington Chapel, with the phone in my pocket.

vf stained glass

While I was taking some photos with my Nikon, the cell went off. I reached in to answer but I couldn’t get to it fast enough and missed the call.  DAGNABIT!

We walked through the cemetery behind the Chapel and I snapped and clicked a little more when the phone went off again.  This time, I GOT IT!

The conversation went something like this:

ME: “Hello, I have your phone.” *giggle giggle*  (I’m such a dork!)

OTHER END OF THE PHONE: “Hi!  Oh thank you! What’s your name?”

ME:  “Gemma.  And you are apparently Don.  You got a few messages here, Don.”  *more stupid giggling*

Cut to the chase.

We met Don in the parking lot 15 minutes later and we reunited him with his phone.  He, insisting, gave us $40 saying it was well worth it.  We chatted a few minutes about there being kind people in the world – still.  Good to know.

We went into the chapel and deposited the $40 in the donation box.  The money is to preserve the historical chapel that is not federally funded. (sad face)

vf donation box

Easy come, easy go. 😉

On another note, Jeff read this morning that one of the Harrison brothers that plays for the University of Kentucky (the up-until-yesterday undefeated basketball team that, of course made it into the Final Four) made a racial slur about one of the opposing/winning team (Wisconsin) players.  There were also fires set by some Kentucky fans after the loss of their team.


I realize this is not indicative of all Wildcats and their fans but, let’s try to keep it civil!!  Just sayin’.

To those of you who celebrate the Holy Day…

vf chapel



I’ve never been know to be ‘colorful’, except for maybe my language at times.  I’m more of an earth-tone kinda girl.  So these are what I was attracted to: browns, greys (or is it grays?), and reds.

Welcome to my interpretation of ‘colorful’.





All photo taken at Barclay Farmstead, Cherry Hill, NJ

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Not to seem superstitious, but the number 13 is a favorite of mine, so I couldn’t miss this one.

What was your favorite subject in school?

I didn’t like school – for a number of reasons.  This is a ‘sharing’ challenge so I’ll share.  I had very few friends in school.  Maybe my own doing, I don’t know. But it kind of spoiled school for me.  Later, much later, I attended college at the age of 47.  At that age you’re there for the learning, not for the friendships, so, then,  math was my favorite.  (I got your back, Gen).

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away” (George Carlin). When have you had such a moment?

No doubt, the birth of my son.

What’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, or numeric puzzles?

Numeric puzzles, of course.  And I love, Love, LOVE Sudoku.  Every Sunday, Jeff and I go out for breakfast.  He has to have the Sunday paper.  I have to have the Sudoku.  We sit and reach our hands across the table,  my left resting on Jeff’s right, waiting for our order.  Jeff reads.  I do the puzzle.  Corny you might say.  I say Thank God.

If you found an obviously abandoned car with $50,000 in the back seat, what would you do?

As much as I could really use the money – Uncle Sam creamed us this year! – I’d have to turn it in to the police.  I’m such a nerd.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week,

That our taxes weren’t any higher!!  I’m paying taxes on money that I already paid taxes on!  ie: Social Security.  Come on. Really?  Yes. Really.  But it can always be worse, right?

and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Next week I’m off from my little caregiver job.  I can use the time off.  And if the sun decides to shine, BONUS!


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It’s raining.  Again.  And those news smarties are telling me it’s going to be all wintery this weekend.  Really?  Wintery?  It’s nearly April for heaven’s sake.  When will these cold, dreary days disappear and make way for blue skies and sunshine.  I’m a little bit tired of this weather.  (segue into this week’s Fun Foto Challenge…)

So you want Weathered Wood?  It don’t get no more weathered than this!  Come on Mr. Sun!!!

tree and bench in rain


tree in rain


wooden shed in rain



It stopped raining long enough for me to catch this pile of firewood trying to dry out.  Poor thing has been weathering all winter.  And now, even in spring!  You weather people ARE KILLIN’ ME!


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Some of you may have noticed, I’ve taken up Tangling.  Zentangle is a fabulous, relaxing, confidence building pass time.  I was just reading a post by my amiga, Lisa, at Zeebra Design’s & Destinations.  And it’s true.  There’s always time for art.  If you have 10 minutes, you can draw or paint or start SOMETHING!  It’s calming.  It’s productive.  It’s FUN.

Here’s some of my art.  I never felt like I could really, REALLY draw, but I can.

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Take Time Out For Art…

But first stop at Lisa‘s to see the best of the best!


Saturday, Jeff and I headed over to New Hope, PA to wander the streets and take in the sites.  The weather was suppose to be nice enough (it wasn’t) and I was in a window shopping/spend some money kind of mood.  Anyway, after strolling for a couple of hours, Jeff ran to the car to refill the meter’s belly.  He lost sight of me for a minute when he got back to where I said I would wait for him.  (I lied.  I got sidetracked.)   He was not surprised when he found me half way down an alley gawking at this macabre mix of mannequins.

New Hope mannequin1

New Hope mannequin2

He knew exactly why I needed these pictures.  And another thing I need are those rose colored glasses!

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