Here are some pics from the book signing today. My new friend Nate and I talked ventriloquism. I had a great time.
We have been painting the interior of our house. When Katie got to my office to do her faux thing, I took the door off to make it easier for her. The previous owner had mounted a full length mirror on it. No problem. I just left it on the door. Well, Sunday came, which required turning the door mirror side out and strategically placed at the intersection of our two offices and the living room for the feminine one of the household to primp properly.
After we got home from evening services, I headed for my office. Dusk had taken over the house, but I felt I didn’t need to turn on the lights yet. As I rounded the corner to the offices, a strange and frightening apparition fearlessly approached me head on. Instantly, my adrenaline kicked in, my heart shifted into overdrive, while my brain stripped a couple gears. After a second or two I realized it was my reflection staring at me.
I am still rejoicing that I didn’t scream like a little girl.
© copyright Kevin T Boekhoff
You are on a horse, galloping at a constant speed.On your right side is a sharp drop-off.On your left side is an elephant traveling at the same speed as you.Directly in front of you is a galloping kangaroo and your horse is unable to overtake it.Behind you is a lion running at the same speed as you and the kangaroo.What must you do to get out of this highly dangerous situation?
Get off the merry-go-round and go home, you’ve had enough excitement for one day!
In case you would like to read three of my latest funny stories go to:
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.
Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong and he said nothing. I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.
On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior. I don’t know why he didn’t say, ‘I love you too.’
When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But, I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep – I cried.
I don’t know what to do. I am almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.
Truck won’t start… can’t figure out why.
I have been thinking about a new career. Well, actually more of a new direction for my writing.
The downside is that there is no notoriety in it, which means it probably doesn’t pay well either. However, the satisfaction of seeing something I wrote go viral on the internet might be all I need. The direction isn’t anything new, yet it is exceedingly popular.
I am considering incognito fiction directed at the gullible. All I need do is take something from the headlines and fictionalize it as fact. Some photos and videos unashamedly edited to mislead could accompany my post as “proof.” I could spend time researching and even branch out into making up some conspiracy theories. Proof positive isn’t necessary. I just simply need to produce doubt.
Then I would need a Facebook page or some way to present these fiction pieces anonymously. That way they can be shared with a credible source name attached, like “This is True and You Know It.”
Take the salmonella cucumbers from Mexico. No don’t. They could make you sick. Unless this is only a scare perpetrated by the largest burger business in the world to put gyro fast food places out of business. Without the cucumber sauce, the gyro wouldn’t be the same. So, this could all be a hoax.
Or maybe they really are bad news. A picture of someone spraying cucumbers with something, especially if they are wearing white jumpsuits and gas masks, would be a great start. Then I can ramble on with pure unadulterated speculation to tap into the average person’s fear of things they can’t control and their distrust of the government.
Maybe it could be a story on a major pesticide company tainting the cucumber crop in Mexico with drones. By spraying salmonella on them, the sales will drop. Thus, creating a market for insecticide sales in Mexico.
Maybe I could write such things, post them and start a website that debunks the stuff I made up. Hmmm, maybe that is where the notoriety and money is.