Trifextra: Mother

Trifextra writing challenge:

This weekend’s Trifextra is the first of its kind.  This weekend we only need 32 words from you, because we’re giving you the 33rd.  Your challenge is to write anything you want, in whichever form you please, so long as your response is exactly 33 words and includes the word “mother.”

She didn’t mean to let go. “Get down from there. You are such a fucking drama queen.” Hollow eyes turned toward us. Mother was a good climber. She wouldn’t have just let go.

I’d just like to take this moment to say that life is hard. Every character in my little story is hurting, they just are expressing it differently. A few moths ago a childhood friend’s husband killed himself. Leaving a wife and three kids. This Trifextra brought in the possibility of abuse, but a lot of suicides are more about things going on inside the victim’s thoughts than any external pressure.

I don’t mean to go off on a tangent, but this subject is too real to ignore. A lot of kids are hurting because they lost a parent this way. They justify, rationalize, and when all else fails, they blame themselves.  It is possible also to be there, without really being there, for your own kids or other loved ones. I struggle with this. I don’t want them to grow up thinking I just let go. Maybe this mother’s day we can all love where we are and however we can. Love is worth hanging on for right?

6 year old rules

She got a bag of jelly beans from school for doing some paper. I told her I don’t like jelly beans. She stopped what she was doing, sat straight up with a shocked look on her face and said “then you’re not part of the family”.

Is this jelly bean cult family? Ex-communicated over some candy beans…so sad…

dickhead: Trifecta

Alright, I might not have been the first one to go here, because I haven’t actually read very many of the others, but this week’s Trifecta:

What should I do…hmmm…poetry? Okay, I like to keep things short. No pun intended.

Penis Poem

You learn it when you are just a teen

The brain in boys is most often between

Their legs, of course, you know that it’s true.

Without its control, we wouldn’t have you.


Here is a little confession…I don’t listen to much music. I used to. I’m not sure exactly what happened, except I had kids which make life noisy enough. I also stopped driving, which was where I had listened to the radio the most often.

Anyway, there are a lot of my good blogger friends who reference songs quite frequently. El Guapo does it every day, and JoeHoover has a cover version contest thing. Hotspur and Lizzie put music videos up sometimes, and today Brian Westbye was talking about it. Anyway, maybe you all are trying to tell me something. Maybe if I play music, the kids will be quieter, or at least it will be easier to tune the screaming out.

So, in honor of all my music loving friends, I am going to try it for a while…just having music playing around the house, and see if the volume of my children is any different. Here is a video of a song I like that I stumbled across when looking at Joe’s cover contest:

PMS is real. Lock me up.

For the past few days I have added something about being hormonal to many of the comments I have made. Since it appears that I am the only one who is talking about this, I feel a responsibility to address … Continue reading

Search Term Treasure Hunt:

For some reason I have been thinking about search terms that people use to find out blogs a lot. I get the occasional freak, but I would really like more ammunition for future blog posts, so I had an idea.

How about you all give me some of your craziest search terms, and I will string them all together for a future post. That way, next time someone types in “alligators dancing in their mother’s underwear”, they will find my blog.

What do you think?

Weekend Trifecta

Where to start…

1. Thanks to everyone who liked my vulgar post. It got second place. Weird huh.

2. I prefer to write humor (did you hear that SNL producers?), but I’ve been feeling a little morbid lately. I blame Joe Hoover for this.

3. Trifecta has a weekend challenge too. Here it is with my entry:

And now on to the Trifextra Challenge.  This weekend, we’re turning to the literary greats, specifically F. Scott Fitzgerald, who once said:  “Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.”  A quick scan of current theory will tell you that the usefulness of the exclamation point has almost always been a source of contention.  There are those who believe it a perfectly worthwhile member of the punctuation set, and there are (even more of) those who believe it simply has no place outside of dialogue.

The editors of Trifecta are certainly not linguists, but we have noticed, time and again, that an exclamation point often disrupts the flow of an otherwise smooth piece of writing.  It almost instructs the reader as to how he or she should be feeling in response to the writing!  (Saw that?)

This weekend’s challenge is to give us a story or snippet of a story which includes, in exactly 33 words, a justified exclamation point.  Make us believe that your exclamation point simply needs to be in your story.  The writer with the most believable exclamation wins.

She clutched his lifeless body to her chest.

I’m sorry ma’am. This is a crime scene now. I know you must feel…

Don’t you tell me how I feel! This is my son…