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Karate Kid – Not

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My senior year, a dumb Tracy Lawrence song was played repeatedly on the radio.  I’m 17, in my bedroom with friends, less than a week before my drama class was preforming in public, when the song comes on. Doing a cool karate kick in the direction of my radio led to me kicking my dresser, breaking my toe beside my big one. I limped through the play.

This was written for prompt 29 over at Ketchup With Us.  Write your DUMBEST INJURY EVER.   

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Feels Like Fall

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A man named Ed, in Montgomery County, Va. makes these pumpkins.

A man named Ed, in Montgomery County, Va. makes these pumpkins.

 

 

Cooler mornings and nights, but the days a comfortable warm.  Field trips with my girls’ school to pumpkin patches, hikes, and this year The Wolf Creek Indian Village.  Not bundled up, and not exposing much skin, comfortable clothing, and still can throw on my flip flops.  The Blue Ridge Mountains are glorious with colors. 

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Guest in Jail

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Lots of 1st that everyone goes through.   I can share my first time at our maximum security jail and my 10 day stay in December 2004.  In Virginia, 1st offense driving is a warning, 2nd time is a phone call for someone licensed to come drive you home, 3rd time, 10 mandatory days in jail. Lesson learned!! 

 

***Blogger’s Note***  I forgot about the 57 words or less and had a huge story to go with this.  As I said this was in 2004, lesson well learned, don’t drive on a revoked license, but I do have to say that to have a maximum security jail in this area is not only unreasonable, they honestly helped nobody by building this. Thank you.  

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Bad Hair Day or………

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2-12-2011 hairbands

My B****y Resting Face

This prompt was done for According to Mags – Ketchup With Us Prompt 23

Freedom Is

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Freedom to me is my cousin,
standing tall and proud,
in his Navy uniform, receiving 
his medal of Commendation.
Freedom to me is knowing
him, along with so many men and women
are the reasons I can awake each day
and decide how to spend it with my
beautiful daughters. 
Freedom’s colors to me are
RED, WHITE, AND BLUE.