A Woman Her Age

January 27, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 21 Comments

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#165 Prompt: …the suitcase lay open…

Betty picked at her cuticles and stared at the bed. The suitcase lay open waiting for her decision. Yes or No? Fred had been adamant. “No, you’re not going. A woman your age has no business traipsing off to Europe. “I won’t allow it.”

The bucket list she’d written years ago, placed Paris as number one. She wasn’t getting younger, it was now or never.

He won’t allow it?

Fuming, she stomped across the room, jerked open the dresser, grabbed a hand full of underwear, and threw them in the suitcase.

“He’ll get over it.”

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Happy New Year

January 1, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / Leave a comment

I won’t bore you with New Year’s resolutions, I won’t keep.

Instead, I want to thank you, my readers and friends for helping make the Cow Pasture Chronicles a success. 2014 was a year of growth for the Cow Pasture and me. I’m thrilled you decided to be a part of it all and look forward to another exciting year, whatever it may bring. I hope that will include lots of laughter, fun and writing!

To you and yours, may 2015 be a blessed and prosperous new year!

I Bit the Apple

December 5, 2014March 12, 2018 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 4 Comments

Samantha Paige Images

I feel a little like Eve. I bit the Apple, tasted the forbidden fruit. Yep, my eyes opened, and I threw the inferior Windows out, well the window. Unfortunately, once you’ve taken a bite, there’s no turning back. Now, I’m ruined and so is, unfortunately, my Apple.

Seems one can screw up an Apple in a heartbeat while reading recipes, cooking, and imbibing in a taste or two, of wine. Apparently, Apples detest getting wet, even a tiny splatter. In fact, they throw a fit, opening the very application you never knew you had and will even attempt to send emails on your behalf. Unruly is an understatement. I lost all control.

After a trip to the Apple doctor, I was given good news and bad news. The bad, my Apple had succumbed. “The sauce did it,” the cute little technician said. I didn’t ask which sauce. My mind was already taking a pantry inventory, God let there be wine. He continued, “The good news is we can bring it back to life.”

I swallowed. “How much?”

“We’ll send it off, and a week to ten days, it will be like new. Only $800.00,” he said, smiling.

I blanched then my eye caught the gleam of the table to my left. Bright, new shiny Apples flashed on display, and I swear I heard a whisper, “Wanna bite?”

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Thanks for the Laughs

November 25, 2014October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / Leave a comment

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Grateful and Guilty.”

Whether it’s a trashy TV show, extra-pulpy fiction, or nutrient-free candy, write a thank-you note to your guiltiest guilty pleasure

Dearest Comedian,

I wanted to thank you for the laughs. In the midst of the craziness of my life and our country, you make my days lighter. For a short time, I am able to listen (via headphones because not everyone likes your language) and escape the madness.

Sometimes I laugh out loud ( get funny looks when I’m out), but I don’t care. For those few minutes or hours, I get to listen to you talk about things most won’t say out loud and paint a picture that moves me to laughter, and tears of unbridled glee.

Although I do on occasion let a particular word or two, maybe three (who’s counting) slip; it is so much easier to let you do the talking. I realize my behavior may be considered inappropriate, unchristian, listening to trash or even sinful by some. I say even God has a sense of humor and for anyone who says otherwise, well… let them walk around constipated with a prune face. For me, I’ll stay tuned with a laugh at the ready.

Your most grateful,