Small Fry's Story
MY RECENT POSTS
- Images of Me
February 01, 2014 04:28PM
- Planting Seeds
January 29, 2014 01:31PM
- Weather Poem for My Sibs
January 03, 2014 11:39AM
- Goodbye, 2013, you rat bastard
December 31, 2013 05:56PM
- Pet Peeve Poem
December 26, 2013 11:32AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Fantastic! Love it!
February 08, 2014 10:03AM
- “Hi LunchLady, That was a
tough situation, indeed. I
handled it as
January 30, 2014 11:15AM
- “HA! How funny..."onward"
has been my other one-word
January 29, 2014 03:29PM
- “Hi Danagram. I like
this; it's funny and
like a b…”
January 29, 2014 03:04PM
- “James: Ah, yes, I lived
in a place where we had to
a bucket of
January 04, 2014 11:50AM
Small Fry's Story's Links
Danagram's recent posts on various versions of the Google autocomplete led me to Google myself, which is kind of fun to do every now and then. Or so I thought. I typed in my first and last name. I went straight to the "Images of" link.
The first few images… Read full post »
It's been years since I was an avid horoscope reader, but the other day I checked in for the latest guidance for Pisces.
My horoscope (on Yahoo Shine) talked about keeping a positive outlook when things seem to be going nowhere. Specifically, it told me to give credit to even… Read full post »
My sister from Arizona emailed those of us in the Northeast to see how we were fairing in the current storm. I responded with a poem:
From the Internet comes your knowing
Of scenes back East full of snowing and blowing
Through and through, it surely is true… Read full post »
Goodbye, 2013. Good to know you won't ever repeat.
You were like the smelly house guest who kept circling back in to town with nowhere else to stay.
You were an onslaught of heartbreak and heart palpitations, of depression and anxiety, of unemployment and then pittance pay for wor… Read full post »
Making that list of things I miss
Made me feel so great.
So why not make a list
Of things I only sort of,
A little bit, not altogether hate.
We call them pet peeves
Conveniently tucked up our sleeves
Those pestering… Read full post »
I miss the inside jokes the most. I miss having a cat or two in my life. I miss doing cats skits for that most appreciative audience of one. I miss his ever so nerdy attempts at swearing, trying to sound like a badass. I miss "Captain Obvious" and his alter… Read full post »
My siblings nicknamed me "Poop Scoop" when I was young, or should I say, when I was old enough to clean up after the dog. I was the youngest of ten, so there was no fighting it - this nickname of excremental tidiness.
Funny thing is that I don't remember… Read full post »
My sister Mary has a lot going on in her life right now as she helps out a friend of hers who just came out of a coma after being hit by a car several months ago. I emailed her three weeks ago to check in and see how she's doing… Read full post »
I kept having a dark vision flash in my mind. It was an image of me being put through a huge grinder…my whole body, except for my head - poking out at… Read full post »
I have a lot to learn and I wonder if I'm not alone. Of all the things to feel overwhelmed about in life, I can certainly work myself up into a mild frenzy about the many, many books I still need to read, the many subjects I still need to study.… Read full post »
This dream has visited my sleep hours countless times during stressful phases of my life: I arrive at what I think is a regular rehearsal for a play in which I am the lead. I show up to find everyone else in hair, make-up, and costume; the murmur of the audience… Read full post »
I think I'd probably slip into calling him "Marky" pretty quickly if I were to see him or talk to him now. He's the next sibling up from me - about seven or eight years older than me. Marky used to build the greatest snow forts out in the front yard.… Read full post »
Gina gave me the nickname "Small Fry". She was my sister Mary's best friend and she was like family. Everyone in our melting pot of a neighborhood respected Gina. She was a strong, smart woman - which I could see even as a kid - Gina was not to be messed… Read full post »
In a few of the episodes of Little House on the Prarie, Caroline Ingalls was the cook at the town hotel. I vividly recall the moment I watched her crack an egg on the side of a mixing bowl, and with that same hand, open the two shell halves and let the… Read full post »
In an effort to break from this ridiculous and limiting streak of perfectionism that I've carried with me all my life, I am challenging myself this week. Instead of writing a blog post in Word and then editing and re-thinking and hovering over it before I copy and paste it here,… Read full post »
I’m currently reading Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s book Gift from the Sea. In the most recent chapter she talks of the need to be “loved alone”, meaning to be the only one loved by another – to not have to share the love. When a mother has more than one child, she… Read full post »
An old friend used to always say to me: “That’s quite a set of balls you have, lady.” She zeroed in on my strong, gutsy, outspoken side, on my need to say it like it is. (Unfortunately she had to liken it to male genitalia, but whatever…) I like that powerfu… Read full post »
Well, it’s been a while, but I am back to this little blog that I started three years ago. I stepped away feeling intimidated, of all things. I’ve identified myself as a writer since a young age and have never experienced intimidation in regards to this aspect of my life. … Read full post »
She is a medical miracle. And, I don't mean in a good way. Her 82 years have included The Depression and lots of depression, 10 children with 2 or 3 miscarriages sprinkled in, chain smoking, nearly 30 years of active alcoholism, about 12 years of recovery from alcoholism, physical an… Read full post »
Someone recently asked me "When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?" No recollection of any brilliant ideas like "A doctor!" or "A fire fighter!" came popping up in my mind at that time. But the question stayed with me, and the next day… Read full post »
I went to several stores yesterday trying to find a hand fan. The one I bought at Big Al's Dollar Lots a few years ago broke. It was green on one side with a black smiley face. I should have bought several dozen.
So, off I went to TJ Maxx, a… Read full post »
Whether the inspiration came from watching En Bruges or Dexter I can’t quite be sure, but I do remember turning to my husband and saying, "Maybe I should live a life of crime."
Without hesitation he laughed, "You would be so bad at that!"
"No I wouldn’t" I defended with the… Read full post »
Over a couple of decaf cappuccinos this morning, me and the hubs were discussing my budding career as a writer. The topic: my future blog.
Now, my husband has a talent for stating information as fact when he really doesn't know completely what he is talking about. This morning, for… Read full post »