Jami Micros Again

Another microfiction monday. Dang I'm good...

The good folks of Iowa never caught the USSR’s most stylish spies.

Bea’s hat contained the secret plans; Fay’s transmitted them to Sputnik.

Jami Stands

Nine years ago we went to bed in one world and many of us woke up to a completely new one. A whole life my children will never know. A world in which terrorism was halfway around the world, planes were very occasionally hijacked, but never used as weapons and where we couldn't even remember the last attack on the American mainland. Tomorrow is the ninth anniversary of a world-changing event. One of the saddest things to me is that there is still nothing on the site now called "Ground Zero". To leave that land bare is an insult. Memorial, buildings - something should stand there and say "We have struck, but not destroyed!" I personally think the towers should have been rebuilt similar, but even higher. But nothing? That's reprehensible. We will never forget the events of September 11, 2001 or the lives forever changed, nor should we. I am having my birthday party tomorrow, not to try and act as though the events never happened, but to build new, good memories on that day. Our lives go on and while we pause to remember, we best honor those lost by celebrating what they lost - life. Living joyous lives is our victory over the attackers. We triumph by going on, and after that day of evil, to stand our ground, and after we have done everything, to stand. "And stand with my face to the wind With the storm beating down on this sacred ground If I stand for the grace that I've known For what I believe Then I won't stand alone No I won't stand alone" -Susan Ashton Lyrics Susan Ashton - Stand lyrics

Jami Riding in Cars with Boys

So I have been participating in an exciting new game show. It's called being in the car with my kids. Here's how it works. I drive the car, trying to pay attention to directions or making a left hand turn at a busy intersection or traffic signs and such and Eddie peppers me with questions that aren't necessarily difficult, but definitely distract when you are focused elsewhere. Here is an actual excerpt from the other day: "What is 19 plus 19? How do the wires from one telephone pole connect to the ones at the next pole? Where do lime trees grow? What rhymes with "giraffe"? What plants grow in the tundra, because it doesn't rain there and it's cold but there are animals so they must eat something." At that last one I gave up. "I don't know. Here's mommy's phone; call your grandfather. He'll know." (He did, it's lichen). Then, for the bonus lightning round, Finn will wake up and start screaming because he's done being in the car seat. This causes Eddie to shout his questions and then when I answer yell "HUNH??" after each sentence. I figure if we actually make it home without getting in a wreck or me stopping and letting the boys out on the side of the road, I win. Cone of silence, where are you???

Jami Starts Microfiction Monday

Patrick put me onto this - you have 140 characters to tell the story that goes with the picture. Sounds like fun. I can't guarantee I'll get to it every week and yes, I know today is Tuesday, but since yesterday was a holiday, I call it fair.

Looking for his lost parents, Thurston IV realized how the 3-hour tour became 3 years.He wouldn’t live long enough for the colors to appear.

Jami Doesn't Dig the Pain

The Husband and I are watching Man vs. Food, a show we watch on occasion when a food he's attempting looks particularly gigantic or bizarre. The one we have on here involves hot wings so hot that only 3 people in the world have managed to eat 12. The Scoville rating of these wings is estimated around 1,000,000, though I have to believe that is a gimmick, but it does have a habanero extract sauce, plus is dredged in hot sauce before being breaded. It's hot, is what I'm saying. SPOILER ALERT: he makes it. Then there is a commercial for the next episode where he plans to eat a chili 9x hotter than a habanero pepper. And here's the thing: I don't get it. I like spicy foods. I craved spicy when I was pregnant. Spicy - yes. But burning my tongue until I cry? Um, no. I don't get eating food that causes you pain. I like food. I eat food for fun, not to hurt. It's the same reason I hate weepy-drama chick flicks - I want to be amused, not depressed. Real life is depressing, show me something funny. Plenty of things in life hurt, my food shouldn't be one of them. I don't get tattoos or piercings, I don't run marathons, and I don't slam dance in mosh pits; hurts = no fun. I want my food to be yummers and fun to eat, not melt my face off and in a few hours come shooting out my butt leaving a flaming vapor trail. That's all.