Friday Fictioneers – University Daze

Hello everyone!  Welcome to my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.  Brought to you by,

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

The purpose of this exercise is to write a fiction story 100 words based off of a photo prompt.

Photo Prompt – Copyright –Jennifer Pendergast

InLinkz link HERE


University Daze

As she walked the grand courtyard of the University she smiled, imagining days of books and classes. She dreamed of evenings giggling with girlfriends. The ability to study along side the brightest of minds. She could almost feel midnight kisses from beaus left sweetly on her cheek.

She entered the hall and as she picked up her mop the handle brushed her growing belly. She caressed her womb and sweetly whispered, “All can be yours sweet girl.”


78 words

I hope everyone enjoyed my submission and kind but helpful criticism is always welcome.


As Always,


Woman on Pause


Friday Fictioneers – Burned Out

My submission to Friday Fictioneers.  Brought to you by this wonderful woman right here.

The picture that prompts this week’s story is below.


And the prompt photo belongs


The idea is to write a 100 word flash fiction story based on the photo.

I hope everyone enjoys my submission.  All thoughts about the work are welcome.

Burned Out

The view from the back porch of the rental cabin was exceptional. The steam darted up from his coffee as he took another relaxing sip. As he raised the mug to his mouth he noticed red in the cuticle of his thumb. He clearly missed some blood and now the weekend was ruined. He would have to return to make sure he didn’t leave any thing else behind. He enjoyed one more sip and thought, “This job is going to kill me.”

82 Words


As Always,


Woman on Pause


The link to this and other submissions is here for InLinkz


Friday Fictioneers – Therapy

Happy Thursday to all!  This is my submission this week to Friday Fictioneers.  Rochelle has presented the following:


Photo Credit:  Janet Webb

The purpose of Friday Fictioneers – Write 100 words based on the above photo.

Side Note: Thanks to everyone who commented on my story last week and I look forward to reading everyone’s this week!


The painting was judging her.  It was staring and summing her up. The painted face deciding that she had become pathetic at best.  The piece was from one of many trips with her mother to the island.  Trips filled with constant attempts by her mother to set her up with any man who looked like he had a 401K.  She didn’t need a man.  She needed therapy.  After the will was read, she decided tonight her therapy was Sangria. And the only thing her mother bequeathed. Left to her, that God forsaking painting, and the phone number of the “single” lawyer who read the will.

105 Words

As Always,

Woman on Pause

Friday Fiction – Lamp Light

I found Rochelle’s Blog and the concept of Friday Fiction and I just couldn’t  help myself.  Below is my addition.

Photo by:
Dawn Miller

Lamp Light

The belts didn’t match the hats on the mannequins that looked down on her.  She also noticed the jewelry didn’t shine.  Tarnished and chipped the baubles looked cheaper than they were. The rows of discount lamps some with shades, some going naked without them.  The glow from the their bulbs only revealed how bleak this place had become. She turned off each lamp to hide the sadness this place represented to her. As she walked out the only thing she left behind was, “I Quit” written in the dust on the jewelry case.

93 Words

As Always,

Woman on Pause

P.S.   The goal for Friday Fictioneers is to write a complete story with no more than 100 words based off of a photograph.  And it was HARD, but a lot of fun.

Black and White

I used to dream in black and white.


I read that this is normal.

All of my dreams, at least the one’s I recall, are all dark and frankly scary.  I have been woken up from bad dreams my entire life.

I rarely dream about my children, and when I do they are lost, and I am desperate to find them.

I never dream of my husband, not in person.  I know he exists, but I never see him.

Last night I fell asleep on the couch, I had a sick little one and wanted to hear if there was any distress in the night.

I couldn’t sleep.  Pain from my hip had me flipping channels until I just couldn’t stay awake any longer.

I woke and looked to my left to see a woman on the end of my couch with her head in her hands.  All I could see was her hair, and that she was curled up in a ball. Rocking ever so slightly back and forth.

head in hands

I looked up at her, and immediately I felt the air change.  It was similar to being close to a lightning bolt, where you can smell the ozone, and the air feels thick.

She whimpered, “My head, it hurts so badly.” And she made fists in her hair.

I told her, “Oh God, I can feel it in the air.”

As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I felt it coming.

It was coming fast.

I didn’t know exactly what it was, but I knew this wasn’t the first time this had happened.  My immediate response wasn’t fear but anger.

This was a 2nd, 3rd, or 8th visit.

I had just forgotten the other one’s until that moment.

When the thick air surrounded me, I grabbed my head and put it in my hands, began to rock slowly.

I slowly mumbled, “Fuck you, Fuck YOU, FUCK YOU,” waiting on it to pass, to leave me. The mumble became a scream, and the fear was debilitating.  But the anger was right at the very end of the fear.

Then I woke up.

In the exact same spot, head in hands.  Where just moments ago in my dream I was being accosted by something or someone.

This dream was in color.

The next morning my son woke up, I took his temperature and he looked at me stone faced and said, “I had the weirdest dream.”  I couldn’t speak.  I didn’t want to know he dreamed what I dreamed.

I was just as scared at that moment as I was when I woke up from that dream.

*This Actually friggin happened 2 nights ago.  Still scares the ever loving SHIT out of me.  Even to think about it.

I knew immediately I had to write about it.  Because being scared and scaring others is what gets my blood pumping.

Taking a new turn,

Woman on Pause

Photo Credits:–gstBVkEr64/TjBwD59VYLI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4ZDAcmeacFM/s400/brunette+crying%252C+head+in+hands_2.jpg

I Have Work Herpes

I have been reading a lot of blogs lately.  Reaching out my bloggy tentacles to try and expand my mind and get to know my fellow bloggers.  (Better Off Dead, “He put his testicles all over me.  TESTICLES?  You know, octopus… OH you mean tentacles.”)



Did you see what happened there?   Off the rails in the first paragraph.  I do believe I have WADHD.  Writing Attention Deficit Disorder.  Pronounced, Wahhhhduh.

Anywho, I have so many things in my head.  I want to blog about all of the things.  When I try and focus on one thing it seems dull and unappealing. Like David Hasselhoff’s little toe.  I mean who cares about that?!?!

But the ideas keep coming and flowing in a breakneck speed.  Dare I say, manic speed.

Here’s a little glimpse.  I am just going to type it out as it comes.  I can feel my 12 readers going to 2 as we speak…

PS.  Going to put random pictures in this list.  Seems like it will make it more interesting. They are not cohesive.  Don’t try and figure out what it all means.

  • How am I going to spend three months every day with my kids, when the most time I have spent with them in a row is a week?
  • Am I going to be able to handle Domesticity?  How is that a word?  No red squiggly it must be a word.  I am a genius.
  • Buzzfeed, how do you lure me in with your cutesy posts.  CONSTANTLY.
  • Food Network and the Cooking Channel, why do I watch you?  You make me hungry and sad and I can’t make the fabulousness.  Cheddar crust.  REALLY???? Red Chili Honey??  Give me a fucking break.

I actually, purposefully searched Penguins in Sweaters. I may be insane.

  • NPR Short Fiction contest – how is there already a deadline.  This is too much pressure.  But I can’t not submit because that is lame bullshit.  IT IS ONLY 600 words.  I have already typed like 700.  Ok, I just looked down and it is 265 but it feels like a ton.
  • I hate my current wordpress theme.  Loved it, now hate it.  Looks like a 1988 portfolio that a sad unemployed business man carried around.
  • Will my 17 readers recognize me if I change it?!?! <—–Recognizes this is insanity.
  • Short timer’s disease – It is a disease and I have caught it at work.  I can’t wait to get the fuck out.  So much so, I spend as little time at my desk as possible.  I have work herpes.
  • Why do cleaning product commercials only show women cleaning?

I love your bracelet…

  • How will those three women kept captive in Cleveland ever feel normal again?
  • How is there that much evil in the world, in ONE person?
  • How do I protect my kids from that kind of evil?  That goes beyond stranger danger.
  • Am I going to weigh 341 lbs from not working and eating, cooking, baking, constantly?
  • Pinterest – The abyss of awesomeness
  • Pinterest – Making women feel sub-par since late 2011.
  • Holy shit I quit my job.  While already covered I am still freaking out.

Baby + Beer + Meme = damned funny.

  • Year End Teachers gifts, is this necessary?  If it isn’t, why do I feel like shit when I don’t give or forget to give.
  • Year End Teacher’s gifts, I forgot last year, is this why my kids got cruddy-ish teachers this year?
  • Why am I not writing right now?
  • Why aren’t I doing laundry right now?
  • Why am I not making lunches right now?
  • Why am I not making an actual decent readable blog right now?

Ok, I think you get it.  That was like four minutes of my mind.

I like to call it Blomit – Blog Vomit

It isn’t pretty and I am pretty sure it is nonsense, but it is me.

I swear I will have a cohesive post next.  Promisimo.  Like pinky swear.


As Always,

Woman on Pause

Procrastinators meet every other, whenever

I am actually completing a blog from 2010 today.  I did a “10 Things I Hate” blog, actually chopped it into two posts and still never got around to #9 and #10.

I think a three year procrastination deserves some sort of award.  Or medal, or something.  That has to be a record. Oh wait, there’s my crown…

This is SO me.

So, without further ado,

#9 – Bra’s
Sorry fellas, even though feel free to chime in with your issues with the over the shoulder boulder holder as well.  Why does it take a nuclear physicist to find me the right bra size?  For that matter why can’t I find MY correct bra size???  I buy a bra that seems to fit, bring it home.  The next day by 10 a.m. I realize there is a metal spike in my back that is determined to carve out, “HELP ME” in tiny scrapes.

My old bra broke that actually did all the things I need my bra to do.  (This was not out of constant use and abuse just about every work day for three years.  Nope, not the reason.)

I had to use a pretty, lace, scratchy, push up bra.  I took it off tonight and BAM, I have craters in my shoulders.  Valleys where the straps dug into me like they were pannin for gold.  Ugggh, time to go bra shopping.

Mmm Hmm

Mmm Hmm

#10 – Can you believe I got nothin?  I have squat.  

Wait for it.  Writers block!  That’s it.  No, I am not just trying to fill space, I swear it just came to me as I was typing it out.  I have also noticed recently that I can’t remember things as well as I used to.  Not, in a severe, lets jaunt over to the Neurologist forgetting, but that old adage about walking into a room and forgetting why.  That has been me lately.  Writer’s Block and the attention span of a gnat. Two for the price of one.

Sounds to me like an excuse for a vacation.  Clear the mind.  Then we can all laugh along here when all the goo falls out on future posts.


Truth. It’s what’s for dinner.

One more,


Ha! God I miss these comics.

As always,

Woman on Pause

Holy Shit, I quit my job.

So.  The big news.

I quit.


Well, I put in my three week notice, but you get the point.

I know what you are thinking, big friggin deal?  You start a new job and life goes on.  Blah, Blah Blah.

Nope.  I am not starting a new job.  I have no job waiting.  I am quitting work, and for the summer spending the time with my two boys and being a housewife.  Then I am going to maybe have hip surgery (again), then I am going back to school.  All the while blogging and writing like a frantic monkey on meth.

The thing that makes me happy and feel personally fulfilled. <——-The Meth Monkey thing.

This is big because if you knew me, you would know I have NEVER NOT worked.  Ever.  I began work at age 12.  Working for my Grandfather behind the counter of his store.  Then at 16 I interned at an office locally and waited tables.  At 17, the damned Monday after graduation, I started my first 9-5.  Then from there it was basically a new job every 3-6 years.  Each one moving up the ladder.  Leading me to Accounting then Finance.

Then 2008 happened.  I took a major hit going from a Manager at a very nice salary, to a peon with a crappy hourly salary with a two hour commute.  I have done this now for three years.

After the hubs and I crunched the numbers it just didn’t make sense to send the boys to day camp (PRICEY Motherfucker Day camps are) while I spend tons in gas and wear and tear to Prince Valium to make jack shit.

So we decided I would quit.


This is why I restarted this blog a week or two back.

I am going to be documenting going from a 9-5 day job for 19 years. to being a Stay at Home Mom.

Heyyyyyyyyy, wait.  Don’t be that way.  This won’t be a mommy blog.  I mean those are great and all, and I have learned many crafts and recipes, but this is going to document the journey.

My Journey.

And I am damned excited/scared/freaked out/stoked/completely unprepared.

This shit should be interesting.

Stay tuned.

It just gets better from here.

Or I go down in flames.

Either way, it makes for good reading.  Don’tchathink??

Holy shit no pictures.

As always,and stay tuned.

Woman on Pause

Two Days

Two days until my big announcement.  Major life change is in motion.  Stay tuned.

Good stuff.


Tick Tock Tick Tock

Until then, please find the following, hopefully for your amusement.  For some reason as I type this, I hear elevator music.

That’s right, Mad Men is on.  Sweet!  GOT, will have to wait for On Demand.  Sorry guys Don Draper has dibs on my Sunday nights.

Enjoy!  The internet baked these fresh for you.  

Since we mentioned Mad Men – Pete Campbell, you teen hearthrob you.  Who knew?

How YOU doin?

Blossom Meets HBO’s Girls – A bit long in the tooth, but worth the view.

Didn’t ask for a dime.  Two Dollars (Paper Boy scene from Better off Dead)  Not sure where this nostalgic streak is going but the next link may be to the lost scene from WKRP in Cincinnati.  Link below this odd observiation.

Screw it.  As God as my witness I thought Turkey’s could fly.  WKRP in Cincinnati.  I may be dating myself with this one…

Stay Classy Internet,

Woman on Pause

Photo credits on the photo themselves.  I am finally ruling the internet.  BAM

A Re-Introduction.

Hi.  My name is Sarah. Remember me?  I used to write kick ass blog posts and short stories.  Forever and a damned day ago.  (See below for kick-ass-ness)

I have been gone a while.  A really long while.  At least from this or any blog for that matter. You will be thrilled to know I have been in a remote tropic locale enjoying the warm breeze and relaxing on a beach with a good book and a cocktail.  I even thought to include a picture of my hiatus.


I know what you are thinking.  How dare that bitch come here and brag about her hiatus, whatever the hell that is.

This was a doodle I did the other day while on the phone.  I have not been on hiatus, vacation, sabbatical, or even been jaunting.  I have been a wife, a mom, and a worker bee.  And I had the largest writers block known to man.  I just couldn’t write.


I think I got a case of the scared’s.  Yes Scared-s.  It is a word.  Well, it is my word.

Hell I didn’t even finish the doodle.

But, I am working my way back to my cozy home in my head where all the writing spills out here.  Two blogs. One day. This my friend is a trend.

Granted, these aren’t exactly “Think Pieces” that are going to change how you feel about a current issue we all hold close to our hearts.

Very rarely will this blog do that anyway.  Even on it’s best day.  I like to write & I like to laugh.  I also like to use the Ampersand.


Why yes, I did get my hair cut! Aren’t you the sweetest for noticing!!

Glad to meet you all again, you nameless faceless readers.  You have been missed.

I leave you today with a self portrait I painstakingly sketched over about a year.  I did it in charcoal and ink.  Enjoy and I will see YOU and yes even you in the back, very very soon.

As Always,

Woman on Pause

P.S.  I know that the events yesterday in Boston are heavily on everyone’s minds, including my own.  I was going to address it, but what more can be said at this point.  I hope that those injured are recovering, justice is served, and that the families who lost are comforted as much as can be expected at this time.