Say Something Saturday - Take 7

This weeks assignment, is to make up a story about this picture. The longer the better.

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Things. Are. Tough.


I'm getting so exhausted with the constant bickering and arguing over absolutely nothing. I am beginning to think that our relationship has run it's course. This is a disaster. The very thought of it is so depressing, I mean we started out so compatible. There has never been another person in the heavens or on earth who can see me, hear me, feel me and just know without having to say a word. I literally thought we were soul mates. It seems that lately the "flow" of our lives has just been "off." We keep trying to reconnect and and regroup and make it fresh, but the stale just stays stale. I just don't think we're going to make it.


What I really need is some time to think this through. Honestly, do I really want to break up my family and home life? Do I really want to give up the secure comfort that home brings and step out into a dark and desperately unknown world? What about the kids? Do I want to be a part time parent? This is seriously the most important decision I have ever had to make.


So I set out on a sabbatical. A nice extended vacation all by myself to clear my head and recharge my mind. I need to put a lot of things into perspective and make a clear and concise decision on the direction I want my life to go. I need to point my future in a positive direction an then follow it all the way through.


So, here I am.


I'm spending the week hiking and walking and reading and thinking. I did some reminiscing: laughing sometimes and crying sometimes over the good and bad times we've had together. I ate fish from the crystal clear stream, did some hiking on the rocks and the mountains, and relaxed in the wildflower laden valley. I've never felt so clear-minded, serene and at one with nature and myself. I did a lot of talking out loud to myself. I'm sure the bunny rabbits thought I was insane! I finished reading some good books that I've been keeping on the back burner. I feel this is really time well spent.


But now I need to get down to business. I need to make that decision, jump that hurdle, get this monkey off my back. Do I stay or do I go? It's an age old question, but can be answered in so very many different ways. I close my eyes and lay on my back savoring the incredible feeling of the sun warming my eyelids. I say a silent prayer, forget it, I'm out in the midst of nature, I say a prayer right out loud.


Do I need to work on my anger? Do I need to start keeping my attitude in check? Am I the problem? Do I want to step out on my own? Do I want to keep my family together, or is it time to start a new life in a different setting? So many questions, but what I'm really praying for is answers. Please, if You're up there, and I know you are, just give me a sign.


I open my eyes and right out here in the middle of nowhere, where I haven't seen a single solitary soul in seven whole days, I see two beautiful hot air balloons, side by side and floating in perfect harmony, almost like they are connected by some unseen but definite invisible gravitational force holding them in tandem for eternity.


So I smile, get up, pack up my knapsack, and go home . . . where I belong.



Hope you enjoyed it.


Until next time . . .

Say Something Saturday - Take 6

Sorry I missed last week's assignment, I was sickly, and it could not be helped, but I'm here today and that's what really counts, you know.


This week's assignment is as follows:

Let's see what you can do with this writing assignment.
Make it fun or factual or frantic. You can have as many or as few words as you want.


If only I hadn't ____________________.

If I'd ____________________ instead, then _____________ wouldn't have happened.

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If only I hadn't answered the phone.

If I'd just let the answering machine pick it up instead, then me getting

up early tomorrow to find a "ladies who lunch" appropriate dress to

wear to the Mother / Daughter Banquet at my mother's club, wouldn't

have happened.

This IS her Mother's Day gift.

*SIGH*

The truth shall set you free.



Until next time . . .

Say Something Saturday - Take 4

This week's assignment is as follows:

What are you saying goodbye to? What would you LIKE to send away from your self forever? What single thing do you have that's holding you back?

Write as much or as little as you like. Get personal. Or keep it on a superficial level.

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Well, first and foremost, I want to send a ton of weight away from myself. I'm too big. I know it and everyone who can see knows it except for blessed Mom #2.

Secondly, I'd like to send all self-doubt away from myself. I get pretty good ideas from time to time, but after sitting and thinking over them, I remind myself how impractical they are; how difficult they would be to pull off; and how I'm just not the person to perform this specific adventure. I really need to stop that, because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn it people like me (Sorry, I LOVE Saturday Night Live).

Finally, I wish I would send indecisiveness away from myself. I cannot make a decision unless I mull it over for at least several hours, usually days and even weeks. It doesn't matter how small the decision is, I always have to think it over. Red or blue, paper or plastic, today or tomorrow . . . I don't know! Let me think about it. It pisses Mom #2 off and as I get older, it pisses me off too.

And those are the things I would send away from myself. If anyone needs any of these things, please feel free to take as much or as little as you need. It's all free for the taking.

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Sorry to keep it so short this week. We JUST finished an all day birthday party for Baby Boy and I am wiped out. As soon as I get up tomorrow, I'll get the photos uploaded and show you all the fun we had.



Until next time . . .

Say Something Saturday - Take 3

This week's assignment:

You're trying to bake a cake from scratch.

Everything is going wrong, from having to substitute ingredients to the oven not working properly. (Is it too hot? Too cold? Not level? You decide.)

Rhyme it, Dr. Seuss style.

Make it as long or short as you want.

Make up silly words and have fun with this.

Draw a picture to go with it.

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I have a hankering, a burning, and a yearning

For dessert, delicious pastry, a cake that is head-turning.

I sift the soda with sugar and blend it with the flour,

Salivating as I know it will be tasty to devour.

I attempt to crack the eggs on the edge of the bowl,

Most ends up on the counter, but that wasn’t the goal.

On with the oven to melt my sticks of butter

I can already taste it, my heart’s all-a-flutter.

But wait, it’s been a moment or two, and I’m feeling a chill

It should be buttery soup de jour, but instead it’s sitting still.

What am I to do? I’m hungry, I want cake. I NEED CAKE!

With no working oven, with what shall I bake?

I have to think, I need an idea, a light-bulb, a flash

But I want to be reasonable, not hasty or rash.

I spy my niece’s toy oven; you know the one that cooks with a little light

If I’m careful, I may be able to get it toasted just right.

Carefully I measure batter into tiny cupcake pans

And slide it into the oven, trying not to burn my hands.

Moments later it’s done, well the center is a little too runny,

I think I’ll just have ice cream. I’ll give this mess treat to my Honey.

Well, I hope you like it. I've got a teenager, so we haven't seen a Dr. Suess book around here in years. I can't really remember how they go, but I know they rhyme, so I just focused on that. Also I just didn't draw a picture because I'm too lazy. You know us homeschooling moms are such rebels, LOL.

Thanks for dropping by.

Until next time . . .

Say Something Saturday - Take 2

This weeks assignment is as follows:

It's dusk on a warm summer evening.

You're walking down a tree-lined street in a lovely neighborhood.
As you pass a lovely two-story house, set back from the street as far as it can be, you see the legs of a child (boy? girl? you decide) hanging down from a tree.

Because you're omnipotent, you know this child has a bouquet of wilted flowers in one hand, a raw egg in the right pants pocket, and is very excited waiting for the neighbors to come home.

Why?
Why is s/he in the tree?
Why does s/he have a raw egg? Is it broken? Whole? What kind of flowers?
What happened all day to lead to the child waiting in the tree?

I feel generous. You can have up to 1000 words this week.

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Last night she had been so excited that she hardly got a wink of sleep. The day was finally here! She had been hoping against hope that this would happen every since the crotchety old neighbor lady had moved out of the farm house down the street a few months ago.

She had been eavesdropping on her mom and auntie for weeks now and she was almost certain that she had the complete report on the new neighbors. They were moving from the city to the country because the wife had some sort of "breakdown" and needed a calmer way of life. The dad was a hot shot for some big company down town, but had agreed to move to the country and endure the hour and a half daily commute for the wife's sake. They had three children: a baby boy, a 7 year old boy, and a 12 year old girl. It appeared that the mom stayed home with the children, who had already been enrolled at the local school.

What she found most exciting was the fact that they had a 12 year old daughter. They were the exact same age! Her rural neighborhood had almost no girls in it and the few they had were so immature. She was sure the new neighbors, since they were from the city, would be much more sophisticated. She was trembling with anticipation.

Earlier she had picked some beautiful daisies from her mom's very own flower garden and carefully wrapped her current most prized possession in a thick fluffy hand towel and shoved it deep into her pocket. She couldn't wait to show it to the new neighbor girl, who she was sure would be her new BFF. It was an egg she was trying to hatch on her own for her 4-H project this semester. Then she climbed up into her own private looking perch, the large oak tree in her front yard, and waited anxiously, a solitary welcome wagon, for the new neighbors to arrive.




Until next time . . .

Say Something Saturday - Take 1

Ami has a new thing called Say Something Saturday over at her blog where you check in every Saturday to get your writing assignment and post it to your blog.

This week's assignment is as follows:

In fewer than 500 words, write a story or a poem incorporating the following words in no particular order.

Bubble, box, egg, astounding, heart and match.

Here's my entry. Thanks for looking.

Today I have to email my friend, D (we’ll leave it at that to protect the innocent). She has chickens on her land and she is always trying to sell me her farm fresh eggs. I do not like eggs. Since I do the cooking in my house, no one in my house eats eggs. I do not cook anything I will not be eating. Them’s the rules.

Yesterday, after sending Mom #2 a flurry of text messages regarding money and the car and other miscellaneous items, I happened to mention D and her over abundance of farm fresh eggs. Mom #2 mentioned it to her parents and oh my goodness the world has a new bright and shiny light and I AM IT. Turns out they need five, yes you read me right, five dozen eggs. This is for two people, my mom-in-law and my pop-in-law: no kids, no pets, no guests. I don’t get it, but okay.

Turns out they LOVE farm fresh eggs! It is simply astounding to me that Mom #2 and I have been together almost ten years and no one mentioned to me that eggs are apparently their very favorite food. I guess since I have such a violent disgust for them, they decided to let me live in my delicate egg free bubble.

So, like I said earlier, today I have to email my friend, D. I will ask her to put five dozen eggs in a box and bring them to our next home school field trip. She will be very excited as selling them is one of the many ways she earns her living.

It has done my heart good to know that I could make this love connection, I mean love match (wink, wink, you thought you had me, didn’t you).

P.S.
I know you may not believe this, but this is a true story.
This actually did happen to me today.
The words for this week were apparently meant especially for me, LOL.

Thanks, Ami. I had fun.

Until next time . . .