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Thursday, November 7, 2013

November 7th Challenge

Hi, it’s Christina – 


Greetings y’all. I hope you had a wonderful evening. Last night my hubby and I watched the CMA Awards. Did any of you? It was interesting.


 
Brad and Carrie were rather funny, most of the time. Although, I’m not quite sure about the feuding skit; I guess I missed some juicy gossip and the meaning behind it went over my head.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Their bit with the Duck Dynasty guys was hysterical.

 
 
I didn’t much care for Eric Church channeling Metalica, but I was moved by Alan Jackson and George Straight’s tribute to George Jones.

 

 
The tribute to Kenny Rogers was also sweet, especially when the entire audience sang along with Kenny and Jennifer Nettles to Islands in the Stream, and when Darius Rucker started with the words "You gotta know when to hold um...". I will admit, I had never heard the Kenny Rogers' song Rascal Flats played, and I really thought I knew them all.
 

 
 
Husband and wife dynamic duo, Blake and Miranda, both walked away with their fourth awards for male and female vocalists of the year.
 
 


Kacey Musgraves looked none too pleased when Miranda won. Media had been predicting for weeks that Kacey would be sweeping the awards this year, and I guess she bought into all the hype. She’s still very young and has not mastered the grace yet to hide her disappointment when all cameras are upon her, but she will. The girl is crazy talented and will be getting her fair share of awards in the future.


 
 
Kasey did win for new artist of the year. Florida Georgia Line won for single of the year and duo of the year.

 
 
 Lee Brice won song of the year for “I Drive Your Truck”, a song that still chokes me up even though I’ve heard it a million times. When the award was presented, we got the back story for the song. It was inspired by a soldier who lost his life in Afghanistan and his father who still drives his truck (in the song it’s a brother).

 
 
 

 
 
Little Big Town won for vocal group of the year and Blake Shelton won for album of the year.

 

 
 
  
 Now maybe it was just me, but Tim McGraw didn’t look well. He sounded marvelous, but something just wasn’t quite right. He appeared overly thin, his face was drawn and gaunt, and those ridiculous high-waisted grey pants he was wearing didn’t help. He is doing another movie right now, so maybe he needed to lose weight for the roll. I hope that is all it is and he isn’t ill, for the sake of him, his family and his fans.

 

 

 

  
Unsurprisingly, considering this was the last year he could win the award because he has announced his retirement, George Straight won for entertainer of the year. The same thing happened years ago when Garth Brooks announced his retirement, but unlike Garth, I think Mr. Straight will stay retired.

 

 
 
 
 
 
Speaking of Garth Brooks, because of his mega worldwide stardom, in 2005 the Country Music Association created an award called the Pinnacle Award for singers who become a global phenomenon. Until last night, Garth Brooks had been the only recipient of this prestigious award. Now he has company. Miss Taylor Swift has joined him in the country music elite. Not too shabby for a twenty-three year old. What a beautiful, classy woman she’s becoming.


Now you probably know more about country music than you ever cared to know. Sorry if I bored the non-country music lovers, but I do love country music, it is predominantly the only music I listen to, so CMA awards night is special.

I hope you have a great day and happy writing!


Your Last Challenge:

 

Something old, something new…

 

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue and a sixpence in her shoe. We have all heard this, and if you are a woman who has gotten married, you probably made sure you adhered to the poem, well maybe not the sixpence, but do you know why you did?

The poem originated in the late 1800s and it was the supposed good luck charms to ensure the bride of a happy, successful marriage. The “something old” was there to ward off the “evil eye”, which could render her barren. My something old was my grandmother’s cross necklace, so I guess I was doubly protected. The “something blue”, traditionally the garter worn by brides, was also a tool to ward off the “evil eye” in the form of a distraction. Think about it, the bride was all in white, the groom in black and white, the only color around was the blue garter which the groom would throw, drawing the “evil eye’s” attention away from the bride. Of course my garter was blue. Do the make them in any other color for brides?

The “something borrowed” is supposed to be from a woman who has already been blessed with children. Are you noticing a theme here? My borrowed was a handmade handkerchief from my aunt. She had one child, so I guess I was covered.

There is no information on the “something new” or the “sixpence in the shoe”, but I would say the new symbolizes a new beginning and new life together, and the sixpence is to ensure you will never be without funds. Let me tell you, by the end of the night, the penny in my shoe was becoming rather annoying. At one point, when I took my shoe off so I could wiggle my toes, the penny fell out and rolled across the dance floor. Now there was a sight; me in my voluminous white dress, chasing a coin across the room.

At the time of my wedding, I had no idea as to where the traditions had come from or what the meanings behind them were, yet I still made sure I adhered to each and every one, as I am sure many brides before me have done and many brides will continue to do in the future, whether they know why or not.

 


(Twenty-three years and counting.)

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Your Next Challenge is:
 

The countdown has begun…
 

You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

July 24th Challenge

Hi, it’s Christina –


I had a nice surprise last night. My son popped by. He didn’t stay long, but it was nice to see him. I’m not really caring for this not seeing him every day thing. I know it happened to all parents, and I knew it was time for him to move out, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I miss him, his sisters miss him, and although he doesn’t say it, I know his father misses him too. AND in less than a month, my daughter’s leaving as well. Just shoot me now.

They need to spread their wings, to grow, to become their own people, find their own way. I get that. I encourage it and I am very proud of them for doing it. I just can’t seem to get the Carrie Underwood lyrics out of my head, “Don’t forget to remember me.” I can’t even imagine what a mess I’m going to be four years from now when my youngest one is gone too.

Ugh, enough of that. I can’t get all bummed out and still be able to write. I think I will be giving you folks another photo challenge today though. I have a bunch of good ones saved, and no new challenge is calling to me at the moment. Hope you all have a great day, and happy writing!


Your Last Challenge was:

 

Write a story containing the following three items: Beach Ball, Ice Cream, Lifeguard

 

It was a glorious beach day. It was hot, but not oppressive. The sky was crystal blue with wispy white clouds, the water was refreshingly cool, and a gentle breeze blew from the ocean to the sand keeping the bugs at bay. Perfect. You couldn’t ask for a better day.

The teenagers I brought with me were frolicking in the waves and I was stretched out in my chair engrossed in a juicy book when a shadow fell across me. I shielded my eyes and looked up. There, standing before me, was an extremely fit, handsome man, holding a beach ball.

He smiled. “I believe this is yours,” he said as he held out the beach ball.

I glanced around our encampment to see if our ball was missing. When I didn’t see it, I stood and scanned the water to locate the kids to see if they had taken it with them. It took a moment to find them, but no, they didn’t have a ball with them.

I sighed, “It appears to be. Thank you.”

 “I watched it roll from your blanket.” He pointed to the lifeguard stand. “When it rolled under my stand, I jumped down and got it for you.”

 “Thank you.” I said as I reached for the ball. “Sorry to have troubled you.”

 “It was no trouble. My shift is over and I was looking for an excuse to come over and introduce myself anyway.” He admitted and handed me the ball. “The Fates must have wanted us to meet as well.”

Oh my God! It was like every teenage fantasy I had ever had. A day at the beach, I catch the eye of some hunky lifeguard, we end the day sitting on my blanket, watching the sun set, eating an ice cream cone. But I was hardly a teenager any more, yet here was this hunky lifeguard, who was around my age, and for some reason he had singled me out.

 

Hmm, this one may just end up being a real story…

 
Your Next Challenge is:

 



You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.