Coors Line


What makes you memorable? How do you make other people smile when you’re not there? My husband is one of those adorable creatures who are happy when they find an assortment of words they can turn into a pun. Do you have one of them adorable creatures as well? As painful as it may be for some of us to be the ever present audience for these moments of objectively perceived hilarity, I can’t help but to admit, it makes them  memorable. It prompts a smile on my lips when I come across words he has punned before. I even find it humorous when puns sneak into my mind and burst out of my mouth with a loud chuckle . . . Gasp! it happens.  It does. It’s horrtible. Never the less, when it comes to puns, I always think of him in a fond manner (as annoying as it may be).




New Friend


Her name is Cinder, over the past six weeks, she has stolen our hearts. Her calm demeanor, unusual for a 10-month-old puppy, has given her an upper hand when it comes to mischief. Not only does she look innocent, but she acts like it so well!

In this picture, she looks content and happy. She has finally relaxed to the point where I’m pretty sure she knows we are her forever family. In such a short time, she has come a long way from that beat down and sad puppy we adopted from the pound.

Look at this picture and tell me if you believe that a few minutes later, she escaped her leash and made us chase her all over and around the park. Afterwards, she went into the bushes plagued with tumble weeds from the empty lots around the park. At that point, I sat down and I started fake-crying out loud. Upon hearing me, she bolted in my direction and started liking my face. I got her! And just like that, her concern melted my anger away.

Friends Forever


Puppy Steps


My daughter Christine sent a care package to her sister in the Navy and asked my to write a short story that would inspire Carol to have courage and stay focus during the coming year when she will be going to school to be a Flight Engineer. We are all very proud of my daughter Carol, this little story reflects the way she always comes out on top of a situation even when she seems to be at a little disadvantage.

With sad puppy eyes, Little Carol looked up to her big sister, Christine and asked in a pleading tone, “Would you read me a bed time story?” For her part, big sister Christine was not one to cuddle her younger siblings less they take advantage of that kind demeanor and crumble all the hard work she’d done to establish herself as their leader. . . and their protector. “Fine!” she thought as she remembered that being a protector also demanded from her to be kind and approachable, and indeed, she was working very hard on the later. In truth, she didn’t want to admit that she’d been a little glad when their sister, Cathy had given Carol the ultimate in harsh punishments and there was no music to be played in the room at bedtime.

Cathy, although younger than Christine, was the disciplinarian of the three and when she thought Carol was acting up, out went the music; only that on that day, Christine had provoked Carol . . . as usual, as far as Carol was concerned, but now that Cathy had intervened, small pangs of guilt were nagging at her to correct the situation. Without admitting any fault, Christine determined, though a little reluctantly, to make up a story for Carol that would give her courage and determination so she could overcome any challenge she may encountered in life; not that Christine wanted her sister to be an amazingly resilient person, but maybe next time Cathy punished her, Carol would be able to sleep without music and she, fearless leader that she was, would not have to sit down and read bedtime stories.

And so it was that Christine began:
“This the tale of The Little Puppy Who Wanted to Climb a Mountain but Was too Little to Match Such an Ambitious Challenge, or for short, Puppy Steps Make the Journey Easier to Get to. . . no, wait Climb a Mountain Like a Boss: Puppy Steps . . .
It’s still too long!” she said exasperated.
“Christineeeee, forget the title just tell me the storyyyy” Carol said pleading once more.
“The title is important” Christine stated with determination, but Carol didn’t think that it matter much, it was easy, and so she said rapidly, “Puppy Steps, Like a Boss”
“Yes, that is good!”
“So, what happens?” Carol was eager for the story and did not want to wait much longer.
“Well, there was once a little, a cute little puppy named. . . Gibbins.”
“Noooo, she can’t be Gibbins, that’s a boy’s name”
“How do you know it’s a boy, I’m the one telling the story”
“Yes, but I already know what it is about”
“How . . .?”
“I know because you said it all in the original title, silly. Just tell me the story! I already know that the puppy’s name is Carol, like me. She wants to climb a mountain but she is so little that she thinks she’s going to fail. However, her big sister thinks . . . no, her big sister (a lion, because she was adopted) wants to teach her a step by step way on how to do things that seemed difficult and so she made up a technique to figure out how to approach each challenge with puppy steps. This way, although they are puppy steps, they would give her the advantage of mastering every little detail of the challenge and therefore it would make her seem like a boss to all the non believers . . . . SHUN THE NONBELIEVERS! . . . “Carol shouted the sibling’s mantra and heard the words echoed from the mouth of her brother and sisters that were already in bed in their rooms across the hall.
“Shun! . . . “
“SHUN! . . . “
“shunnnnnn!. . . “
Christine was taken a little aback, that was exactly what the story was about, only that it wasn’t a lion sister who helped Gibbins, it was a bunny. Does this mean that Carol saw her as a lion? Were her stories that predictable? It had been a spontaneous story, but even so, it had taken Christine all of her imagination to come up with the skeleton of the story and Carol just blurted it out in not so many words just like that! “How does she do that?” She thought a little annoyed. Everything seemed so easy for Carol. She was a natural at everything she tried and when things got a little rough, Carol could always count on the gods of Cosmic Fate to move the universe around and comply with Carol’s needs . . . “ wait, so this means that Carol didn’t need me to tell her a story . . .” Christine thought and suddenly realized that her little sister just wanted her company. Endeared by this realization, Christine picked up the mantra right on cue and shouted out,
Carol’s face lit up with a smile as her sister joined in the racket of newly activated children in the middle of the night and together they went out to receive from their parents, a jolt of energetic chidings that prompted all the Morgan kids to huddle together in one room and fortify their bunkers in a game of friendly banters and pillow fighting with mom and dad.



Puppy steps, Carol.
When things get tough, go back to basics and advance one puppy step at a time.

Upon reading this last remark, Carol frowns raising an eyebrow and thinks,

“Lions don’t do puppy steps. Is that how she sees me? as a puppy? and not a Lion? Now, what on earth gave her that idea? When things get tough, other people better start taking puppy steps because they will surely hear me roar!”

By margarita Morgan
September 2, 2014





Faunticle Day

If I could dedicate a holiday to a distant relative, it would be to that uncle or aunt that we all have who are old family friends and have always been around. They are fun, helpful and always have a trick up their sleeve to get around your parents moratorium on no snacks until dinner time. Coming up with a name would be tricky, though. We could use, family plus uncle = Famcle day! Or maybe, friend plus aunt = Fraunt day! Now, wait, its coming, its coming . . . famcle plus fraunt = Faunticle Day! Yes, that could work, right?

We could all have a Faunticle Day. The best part of it is that as we celebrate this day with fun activities to reciprocate all the hard work they do helping our family around, we could include great traditions to pass on to our very own fauntneices or fauntephews some day

I had one such aunt growing up. She called Withane. The literal translation to her name is “With-an-e” and we used to pronounce it by default whithany. When she was younger, she went by the name Eugenia, but must kids used to call her Ugenia to which she would vehemently reply “With an E!, E-ugenia. Smart alecs would answer back, ok Whithan-e Ugenia, and eventually she simply became Withane

Don’t remember much about her, I was very little when we moved away, but going to her house for special visits were very much a treat. I recall with fondness when we would hear from her by way of other relatives who had gone to visit her. Eventually however, time took its toll and as I moved on to my own live pursuits, aunt Withane became more a legend like household name.

If we had a Faunticle Day, I’m sure that every effort would have been made to go visit aunt Whithane at least once a year. Currently my own kids have a Faunticle who is still an important person in their lives even as adults. We all go visit and have really fun Ice-cream afternoons with him. It would be great to have a day to celebrate specially for him. It would highlight the appreciation both my husband and I have for the way he has always helped our family. It would also show him that he doesn’t have to fit in a corner of other celebrated holidays that sometimes are awkward to divide, like Father’s or Mother’s day.

We could all use a Faunticle day and by default we should Call it Funticle Day! . . . Funtickle day? . . . er. . . wait, maybe, you decide.




The daily Prompt

Yesterday was Father’s Day in many countries. If you could dedicate a holiday to a more distant relative, who would it be — and why?

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