Use the following words in a story. 1000 words or less. Or more. Hell, I don't care. Just write something. Leave a link to it in the comments for this post.
Alluring, rippled, cracked, melancholy, frightful and necromancy.
Showing posts with label Say Something Saturday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Say Something Saturday. Show all posts
Friday, May 16, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Say Something Saturday on Tuesday
I never managed to post this week's writers until this morning. My bad.
There were four participants. I won't link you to my blog since you're already there and it's a small matter to scroll down and read what I came up with.
One participant, Half rabbit, left a short and cryptic post in the comments.
I was disappointed that the words monkey dung were actually not included in the actual entry.
:-D
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday: Float Away!
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 7
Those were the other two. Go read. Leave a comment.
Then go out and have a good day.
:-D
There were four participants. I won't link you to my blog since you're already there and it's a small matter to scroll down and read what I came up with.
One participant, Half rabbit, left a short and cryptic post in the comments.
I was disappointed that the words monkey dung were actually not included in the actual entry.
:-D
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday: Float Away!
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 7
Those were the other two. Go read. Leave a comment.
Then go out and have a good day.
:-D
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Escape
When we crash landed on the barren island, and everyone survived, there was celebrating.
Not too much, and not too long, because there was so much work to do, but it was lovely to be Home, which is what our leaders shamelessly and sentimentally called this new world.
We had landed in the wrong hemisphere, and Aries 1 would never fly again, but we had landed alive and mostly equipped for starting a new life.
I can't remember much of the scary time. Annie says it's repression.. that if I can't remember everything then I won't have to remember anything.
I don't know.
I do remember the first person who checked out, or just went out, as we began to call it.
It was Lydia Balent. Scientific, cool, balanced and poised Lydia. We emerged from the big tents one morning to find her sitting near the fire pit in her sling chair. Her face was serene, and she looked fine. But she was... suspended. Heart and breathing okay. She didn't talk. Did not respond. Didn't seem to hear. Did not resist as we carried her to the infirmary.
Her life followed her mind out of existence within 24 hours. Nothing the medics did made any difference.
People began going out at about 18 hour intervals. There was no reason. No pattern. At least not one we could discern. We burned our dead and numbly waited for the next ones to die.
Jacob Aubrine went out during dinner one evening. He turned to his wife Mary and said, "Pass the bread, please."
She reached immediately for it, and held it out to him. But Jacob never took the plate from her hands. He had gone out, you see. Right there at the table. In front of at least 50 people.
About nine days into the nightmare, we began to realize that no one under the age of 15 had gone out. Whatever had happened to our people on this new world had not happened to the children.
In less than two months those of us under 15 were all that was left of the first wave of colonists.
Well, we could manage growing food and making or finding permanent shelter if we could manage to make it 300 miles or so to the Northern hemisphere. The conditions on South Island (very poor soil, no rain, too cold) would not allow us a good chance to survive.
And there was still something there.
There are no guarantees, but we hoped that whatever made our parents and friends go out was confined to the deep crater and arid conditions on South Island. To add urgency, six of us were within months of our 15th birthdays, and the days were growing shorter and colder.
We tried to figure ways out. Ways we could survive and save the smallest ones.
Alwyn knew balloons, and after taking stock of what we had, we thought it to be our best chance.
We dismantled the gigantic, communal tents, cut them up and used gallons of the poly-glue that they'd planned to use to assemble the plastic shells of our permanent homes to coat the inside of the balloons we made from them.
We brought all the seeds, some tools, Melly's cat and the kittens and our hopes. The next colonists aren't scheduled to arrive for five more years. Five years. Will we still be here?
And the 38 of us who remain alive are in these balloons now. We made the water crossing and can see lovely land around us.
Will we still be here? Will the oldest ones go out before then?
I hope. It's what I have left.
Excerpt taken from the diary of Ilea Graham, found in a small hut near the deserted settlement which is the landing place of Aries2.
Van Schaefer, acting on behalf of Aaron Galen.
It is upon my authority that we will be leaving this place today.
Aaron was the first to go out you see.
Not too much, and not too long, because there was so much work to do, but it was lovely to be Home, which is what our leaders shamelessly and sentimentally called this new world.
We had landed in the wrong hemisphere, and Aries 1 would never fly again, but we had landed alive and mostly equipped for starting a new life.
I can't remember much of the scary time. Annie says it's repression.. that if I can't remember everything then I won't have to remember anything.
I don't know.
I do remember the first person who checked out, or just went out, as we began to call it.
It was Lydia Balent. Scientific, cool, balanced and poised Lydia. We emerged from the big tents one morning to find her sitting near the fire pit in her sling chair. Her face was serene, and she looked fine. But she was... suspended. Heart and breathing okay. She didn't talk. Did not respond. Didn't seem to hear. Did not resist as we carried her to the infirmary.
Her life followed her mind out of existence within 24 hours. Nothing the medics did made any difference.
People began going out at about 18 hour intervals. There was no reason. No pattern. At least not one we could discern. We burned our dead and numbly waited for the next ones to die.
Jacob Aubrine went out during dinner one evening. He turned to his wife Mary and said, "Pass the bread, please."
She reached immediately for it, and held it out to him. But Jacob never took the plate from her hands. He had gone out, you see. Right there at the table. In front of at least 50 people.
About nine days into the nightmare, we began to realize that no one under the age of 15 had gone out. Whatever had happened to our people on this new world had not happened to the children.
In less than two months those of us under 15 were all that was left of the first wave of colonists.
Well, we could manage growing food and making or finding permanent shelter if we could manage to make it 300 miles or so to the Northern hemisphere. The conditions on South Island (very poor soil, no rain, too cold) would not allow us a good chance to survive.
And there was still something there.
There are no guarantees, but we hoped that whatever made our parents and friends go out was confined to the deep crater and arid conditions on South Island. To add urgency, six of us were within months of our 15th birthdays, and the days were growing shorter and colder.
We tried to figure ways out. Ways we could survive and save the smallest ones.
Alwyn knew balloons, and after taking stock of what we had, we thought it to be our best chance.
We dismantled the gigantic, communal tents, cut them up and used gallons of the poly-glue that they'd planned to use to assemble the plastic shells of our permanent homes to coat the inside of the balloons we made from them.
We brought all the seeds, some tools, Melly's cat and the kittens and our hopes. The next colonists aren't scheduled to arrive for five more years. Five years. Will we still be here?
And the 38 of us who remain alive are in these balloons now. We made the water crossing and can see lovely land around us.
Will we still be here? Will the oldest ones go out before then?
I hope. It's what I have left.
Excerpt taken from the diary of Ilea Graham, found in a small hut near the deserted settlement which is the landing place of Aries2.
Van Schaefer, acting on behalf of Aaron Galen.
It is upon my authority that we will be leaving this place today.
Aaron was the first to go out you see.
Friday, May 09, 2008
Say Something Saturday Assignment
I want you to go here and tell me the story.
The longer your story is, the more points I'll give you. ;)
Can't wait to see what you come up with.
The longer your story is, the more points I'll give you. ;)
Can't wait to see what you come up with.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Weekly Writers
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday (5)
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 6
All In A Day's Work
And in the comments section of Say Something Saturday's assignment (yesterday) someone (Jan? Was that you?) left her assignment in the comments.
I skipped my own assignment to write about the new hellhound at my parent's house. All evening long, our family giggled and tee-heed over the idea of my parents, who are getting up there in age and sort of sedentary, chasing that kind of puppy around.
Shame on me, I know.
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 6
All In A Day's Work
And in the comments section of Say Something Saturday's assignment (yesterday) someone (Jan? Was that you?) left her assignment in the comments.
I skipped my own assignment to write about the new hellhound at my parent's house. All evening long, our family giggled and tee-heed over the idea of my parents, who are getting up there in age and sort of sedentary, chasing that kind of puppy around.
Shame on me, I know.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Writers for this week
The Name Was Over The Door
All In A Day's Work
Ami. Mental.: Imagination and the Pee Fairy
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday (5)
No one chose fiction.
I've been thinking of my grandparents quite a lot lately, not sure why. Just seemed like a good time to use this topic.
You'll like next week's, even though I have no idea what it is yet.
Thanks for playing, y'all.
All In A Day's Work
Ami. Mental.: Imagination and the Pee Fairy
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday (5)
No one chose fiction.
I've been thinking of my grandparents quite a lot lately, not sure why. Just seemed like a good time to use this topic.
You'll like next week's, even though I have no idea what it is yet.
Thanks for playing, y'all.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Imagination and the Pee Fairy
My earliest memories of Grandpa Jim are from Christmas, 1963. Our family drove down to Fullerton, California to spend the holiday with Grandpa Jim and Grammie Fern, as they wanted to be called.
I was learning how to use the bathroom, and had not learned yet to sleep without wetting the bed. So Grandpa Jim invented the Pee Fairy. Every nap time I stayed dry, the Pee Fairy would leave me some money.
I awoke one rainy afternoon, to find teeny little wet footprints on the windowsill and across the lid of a cardboard shirt box on the lid of the trunk stored under the window. Grandpa Jim pointed them out to me, and exclaimed about how wonderful it was that I had stayed dry.
:)
I didn't know then that he'd been recently diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. I didn't learn much about it until I became an adult. Watching him deteriorate over the years was hard for me. I can't imagine what it was like for my dad.
I enjoyed my relationship with him. He told me stories and loved to laugh.
My love of science fiction and fantasy started when we discussed Lost Horizon and The Hobbit. He had worn out multiple copies of both during his illness. He said they took him away, and that he sometimes forgot he was hurting while he read.
He loved for me to sing to him. He loved to hear Ghost Riders In The Sky.
We drove to Baker every weekend to see them, and I played on the front porch with my brother until evening, when Grandpa Jim would call, "Walt Disney's on!!"
We'd watch that and Wild Kingdom before getting back in the car to drive home to Vale.
Grandpa Jim died on December 11, 1973. My 13th birthday. I miss him still.
I was learning how to use the bathroom, and had not learned yet to sleep without wetting the bed. So Grandpa Jim invented the Pee Fairy. Every nap time I stayed dry, the Pee Fairy would leave me some money.
I awoke one rainy afternoon, to find teeny little wet footprints on the windowsill and across the lid of a cardboard shirt box on the lid of the trunk stored under the window. Grandpa Jim pointed them out to me, and exclaimed about how wonderful it was that I had stayed dry.
:)
I didn't know then that he'd been recently diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. I didn't learn much about it until I became an adult. Watching him deteriorate over the years was hard for me. I can't imagine what it was like for my dad.
I enjoyed my relationship with him. He told me stories and loved to laugh.
My love of science fiction and fantasy started when we discussed Lost Horizon and The Hobbit. He had worn out multiple copies of both during his illness. He said they took him away, and that he sometimes forgot he was hurting while he read.
He loved for me to sing to him. He loved to hear Ghost Riders In The Sky.
We drove to Baker every weekend to see them, and I played on the front porch with my brother until evening, when Grandpa Jim would call, "Walt Disney's on!!"
We'd watch that and Wild Kingdom before getting back in the car to drive home to Vale.
Grandpa Jim died on December 11, 1973. My 13th birthday. I miss him still.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Say Something Saturday assignment
One word.
Grandpa. (Or Grandfather, if that's your preferred form)
Tell me about yours, or someone else's or one you'd like to have or???
It can be fiction, non fiction, or something in between.
Hmm, let's say 500 words or fewer, shall we?
Grandpa. (Or Grandfather, if that's your preferred form)
Tell me about yours, or someone else's or one you'd like to have or???
It can be fiction, non fiction, or something in between.
Hmm, let's say 500 words or fewer, shall we?
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Writer's Showcase
Lots of personal stuff this week, huh?
Go read what everyone had to say this week. Leave them a comment.
That's what I'm doing next... commenting.
In no particular order, here are this week's participants.
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday (4)
The Mournful Cry of the Laundry: Spring Renewal - Say Something Saturday
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 4
All In A Day's Work
Ami. Mental.: Say Something Saturday
Go read what everyone had to say this week. Leave them a comment.
That's what I'm doing next... commenting.
In no particular order, here are this week's participants.
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday (4)
The Mournful Cry of the Laundry: Spring Renewal - Say Something Saturday
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 4
All In A Day's Work
Ami. Mental.: Say Something Saturday
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Say Something Saturday
Today's assignment was:
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.
I'm saying goodbye to listening to 'experts' of any sort.
I quit listening to educational experts, purveyors of religion, and other charlatans years ago.
I don't listen to politicians, or the rantings of people who believe that electing the right person can get us out of the MCF** this country is now in.
As of today, I am adding another group to my list of idiots to ignore.
The 'Real Age' people.
Last week, at the prompting of an online chat friend, I wandered over and took the 'real age' test. Here are the things making me older, according to them.
Family history of breast cancer
Potassium levels
Low grain intake
Low omega-3 intake
Folic acid intake
Daily vitamin
High BMI
Calcium intake
Vitamin E intake
Vitamin C intake
Have cholesterol level measured
Social network and stress
Too much sleep
I could be younger if several factors were changed. Most I could agree with, or at least file under things that make you say duh, but wtf am I supposed to do about a family history of breast cancer?
Not enough grain? Okay. But you know, I am working on the BMI by eating a little less of everything. I feel good. I feel better all the time. Vitamins? Hmm. There are many ideas about vitamins, and you know what? They can't all be right. So I am going to listen to myself and what I need. I'll evaluate my own responses to what I eat and how I'm doing and adjust accordingly.
Social network and stress? OOOKay then!!
Here's what they suggest.
Your social support network (friends, family, and religious and social groups) is solid but not excellent.
Not excellent?? Well UP YOURS!! My friends are absolutely excellent. The people I call friend would do anything for me... as I would for them.
I am not a smarmy social butterfly, though. In fact, adding more social crap to my busy life would create more stress. I don't do parties, or wild evenings out or waste my time on superficial relationships. I don't have the time or inclination to invest my self in that way.
In general, social support alleviates some feelings of stress.And too much sleep? Are they fucking crazy???
I go to bed about 9:30 most nights... on water aerobics class night, I don't get there until about 10:30. I don't know about you, but it takes me between 10 and 15 minutes to fall asleep.
We're up at six. I don't think seven or eight hours of sleep a night is too much, do you? Not that I actually get that much. 20 times a week I wake up to pee then get back in bed and lie there and mull things over. If I don't have anything to be worrying over, I will invent something. It's just me. It's who I am. Sometimes I drift back into sleep, sometimes I don't.
Have cholesterol measured.
You know, there are lots of diagnostic tests out there. It wouldn't surprise me to learn that many of them are unnecessary and beneficial to the doctors and the laboratories that conduct them. Even if I were to go right now and have that particular test done, it is subject to change, since I'm in the middle of a bunch of lifestyle changes that would affect results. Were they to tell me I have high cholesterol and to change my ways, I would have to respond, "Well no shit. That's what I'm doing. Now here's your $300.00."
Ha. I think not.
So no more consulting experts. None of them know me. None of them know what I need.
**Mongolian Cluster Fuck... thanks to George Carlin for that one.It's one of my favorites.
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.
I'm saying goodbye to listening to 'experts' of any sort.
I quit listening to educational experts, purveyors of religion, and other charlatans years ago.
I don't listen to politicians, or the rantings of people who believe that electing the right person can get us out of the MCF** this country is now in.
As of today, I am adding another group to my list of idiots to ignore.
The 'Real Age' people.
Last week, at the prompting of an online chat friend, I wandered over and took the 'real age' test. Here are the things making me older, according to them.
Family history of breast cancer
Potassium levels
Low grain intake
Low omega-3 intake
Folic acid intake
Daily vitamin
High BMI
Calcium intake
Vitamin E intake
Vitamin C intake
Have cholesterol level measured
Social network and stress
Too much sleep
I could be younger if several factors were changed. Most I could agree with, or at least file under things that make you say duh, but wtf am I supposed to do about a family history of breast cancer?
Not enough grain? Okay. But you know, I am working on the BMI by eating a little less of everything. I feel good. I feel better all the time. Vitamins? Hmm. There are many ideas about vitamins, and you know what? They can't all be right. So I am going to listen to myself and what I need. I'll evaluate my own responses to what I eat and how I'm doing and adjust accordingly.
Social network and stress? OOOKay then!!
Here's what they suggest.
Your social support network (friends, family, and religious and social groups) is solid but not excellent.
Not excellent?? Well UP YOURS!! My friends are absolutely excellent. The people I call friend would do anything for me... as I would for them.
I am not a smarmy social butterfly, though. In fact, adding more social crap to my busy life would create more stress. I don't do parties, or wild evenings out or waste my time on superficial relationships. I don't have the time or inclination to invest my self in that way.
In general, social support alleviates some feelings of stress.And too much sleep? Are they fucking crazy???
I go to bed about 9:30 most nights... on water aerobics class night, I don't get there until about 10:30. I don't know about you, but it takes me between 10 and 15 minutes to fall asleep.
We're up at six. I don't think seven or eight hours of sleep a night is too much, do you? Not that I actually get that much. 20 times a week I wake up to pee then get back in bed and lie there and mull things over. If I don't have anything to be worrying over, I will invent something. It's just me. It's who I am. Sometimes I drift back into sleep, sometimes I don't.
Have cholesterol measured.
You know, there are lots of diagnostic tests out there. It wouldn't surprise me to learn that many of them are unnecessary and beneficial to the doctors and the laboratories that conduct them. Even if I were to go right now and have that particular test done, it is subject to change, since I'm in the middle of a bunch of lifestyle changes that would affect results. Were they to tell me I have high cholesterol and to change my ways, I would have to respond, "Well no shit. That's what I'm doing. Now here's your $300.00."
Ha. I think not.
So no more consulting experts. None of them know me. None of them know what I need.
**Mongolian Cluster Fuck... thanks to George Carlin for that one.It's one of my favorites.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Say Something Saturday
I don't do New Year's Resolutions.
I always failed when I tried to keep them.
So spring is always my time for renewal/new resolve.
Here's what you're writing about this week.
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.
I always failed when I tried to keep them.
So spring is always my time for renewal/new resolve.
Here's what you're writing about this week.
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.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Writers from Say Something Saturday Take 3
In no particular order, as usual, here are all three participants from this week's writing assignment. The rest of you are weenies.
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 3
The Name Was Over The Door: Say Something Saturday - Seuss style
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday (3)
I am still going to write one, because I think it will be fun, but I haven't been home long enough to have written anything.
We had a nice time, but mostly because of the company of each other.
I'll give you a whole rundown tomorrow or the next day, depending on levels of inspiration.
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 3
The Name Was Over The Door: Say Something Saturday - Seuss style
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday (3)
I am still going to write one, because I think it will be fun, but I haven't been home long enough to have written anything.
We had a nice time, but mostly because of the company of each other.
I'll give you a whole rundown tomorrow or the next day, depending on levels of inspiration.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
It's Say Something Saturday and I'm not home!
So as usual, I'll do a post on Sunday (although it will probably be in the evening) with all your stories.
I'm sure we're having a good time. ;)
Just so you have something to look forward to (if you're a relative newlywed... 15 years or less) you don't get tired of it. You just get really, really good at it.
And of course just being together. All these years with the same guy, and I still like him. Of course I love him, but I like him bunches. Still my favorite person to hang out with.
See you tomorrow.
I'm sure we're having a good time. ;)
Just so you have something to look forward to (if you're a relative newlywed... 15 years or less) you don't get tired of it. You just get really, really good at it.
And of course just being together. All these years with the same guy, and I still like him. Of course I love him, but I like him bunches. Still my favorite person to hang out with.
See you tomorrow.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Say Something Saturday
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.
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.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Sunday Writer's Showcase
In no particular order, here are links to the participants from Say Something Saturday.
While saving the links, I found that a couple of them link to the blog rather than the individual post, so you may have to scroll down one or two to find it.
The Name Was Over The Door: Say Something Saturday #2...
All In A Day's Work
The Mournful Cry of the Laundry
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 2
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday (2)
I really enjoyed reading them. I loved that Kitten had a photo that fit with her story, too. :)
I slept until 10:30 this morning. (Told everyone I was tired starting at about 8 p.m. last night ... I bet they believe me now!)
I surfaced briefly at 6:05 when Matt headed out the door to work and dozed back off after a quick trip to the little girl's room.
I'm actually still a bit sleepy. I could probably go back to bed if it weren't for the guilt. You know... everything is a mess after our busy week and someone has to do it? I swear we're only home long enough to mess up the house.
I had help, though. Eric got up quite a bit before I did and did all the dishes this morning. It was a huge mess, so he saved me an hour or more by doing that.
I have a boatload of laundry, too. I'm going to put Lyssa to work helping me with that, and then I'm going to help her pack. She's really excited to go visit my parents this week. I am sure part of the excitement is traveling by herself to get there. She has such a nice time with them that I almost feel guilty for missing her, but by the time she gets home, I will be missing her quite a bit.
She'll be gone until next Tuesday. ::sniff::
Eric and I are going to take a trip up the Gorge next weekend, just the two of us. We figure Matt's a big boy now, and can stay home and manage just fine. I'm looking forward to getting away and hanging out with my favorite man.
I really hope to spend a little time playing with my camera today, too.
Maybe after next weekend, I'll have some new pictures to share.
Wow. I'm really boring this weekend.
While saving the links, I found that a couple of them link to the blog rather than the individual post, so you may have to scroll down one or two to find it.
The Name Was Over The Door: Say Something Saturday #2...
All In A Day's Work
The Mournful Cry of the Laundry
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 2
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday (2)
I really enjoyed reading them. I loved that Kitten had a photo that fit with her story, too. :)
I slept until 10:30 this morning. (Told everyone I was tired starting at about 8 p.m. last night ... I bet they believe me now!)
I surfaced briefly at 6:05 when Matt headed out the door to work and dozed back off after a quick trip to the little girl's room.
I'm actually still a bit sleepy. I could probably go back to bed if it weren't for the guilt. You know... everything is a mess after our busy week and someone has to do it? I swear we're only home long enough to mess up the house.
I had help, though. Eric got up quite a bit before I did and did all the dishes this morning. It was a huge mess, so he saved me an hour or more by doing that.
I have a boatload of laundry, too. I'm going to put Lyssa to work helping me with that, and then I'm going to help her pack. She's really excited to go visit my parents this week. I am sure part of the excitement is traveling by herself to get there. She has such a nice time with them that I almost feel guilty for missing her, but by the time she gets home, I will be missing her quite a bit.
She'll be gone until next Tuesday. ::sniff::
Eric and I are going to take a trip up the Gorge next weekend, just the two of us. We figure Matt's a big boy now, and can stay home and manage just fine. I'm looking forward to getting away and hanging out with my favorite man.
I really hope to spend a little time playing with my camera today, too.
Maybe after next weekend, I'll have some new pictures to share.
Wow. I'm really boring this weekend.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Say Something Saturday Assignment
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 can't wait to see what you all make of this one. I have NO clue yet.
I feel generous. You can have up to 1000 words this week.
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 can't wait to see what you all make of this one. I have NO clue yet.
I feel generous. You can have up to 1000 words this week.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
This week's Writer's Showcase
Thanks to everyone who participated in yesterday's event.
In answer to Kitten's comment from yesterday... I promise... I did not think about the writing assignment until I sat down in front of the computer. The list of random words were really random, and I didn't have a clue about what I was going to write until I started writing. Part of the reason I did this was to jumpstart my writing a bit.
If I ever get a head start, so to speak, I will just not write that assignment... just to be fair. Although I suppose since there's really no big cash prize or anything, no one will come and thwap my head.
In no particular order, here are the links to what everyone wrote yesterday:
The Name Was Over The Door: Say Something Saturday...
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 1
The Mournful Cry of the Laundry: The Camping Trip (fictional)
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday
All In A Day's Work
I really enjoyed seeing what everyone came up with, and how different all the things were. I hope we have a few more participants next week. It's more fun when you write with a friend, huh?
Another new post after this one... be warned, it's whiny.
In answer to Kitten's comment from yesterday... I promise... I did not think about the writing assignment until I sat down in front of the computer. The list of random words were really random, and I didn't have a clue about what I was going to write until I started writing. Part of the reason I did this was to jumpstart my writing a bit.
If I ever get a head start, so to speak, I will just not write that assignment... just to be fair. Although I suppose since there's really no big cash prize or anything, no one will come and thwap my head.
In no particular order, here are the links to what everyone wrote yesterday:
The Name Was Over The Door: Say Something Saturday...
TWO MOMS' HOMESCHOOL: Say Something Saturday - Take 1
The Mournful Cry of the Laundry: The Camping Trip (fictional)
kitten's homeschool: Say Something Saturday
All In A Day's Work
I really enjoyed seeing what everyone came up with, and how different all the things were. I hope we have a few more participants next week. It's more fun when you write with a friend, huh?
Another new post after this one... be warned, it's whiny.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
I said something. Not sure what. :)
I have looked through all the things in this castle over and over. To be able to go to the next level... to get my ticket.. I have to find the box.
Inside it is the Heart of Happiness... which I need to be the champion.
From the first level, where I hatched from my little egg and ran away from the hungry Manticore through The Tangled Forest to the sixth level, where I currently sit, frustrated, it’s been an astounding journey.
Level two was full of hungry plants, thankfully deeply rooted. After I died so many times, I learned to jump very high.
Level three had angry hornets. I learned to burrow. To hide. To wait for just the right time to run.
Level four had earthquakes. Huge cracks opened in the ground before me. I learned to time my steps and leap at the right moment. I only died eleven times in that level.
All the carnivorous plants from level two came back with friends in level five. I dodged teeth and slashing tentacles and flaming breath to reach the platform to level six.
I climbed into the machine and rode the elevator bubbles to the castle in the clouds.
I’ve been here in the castle so long, making no progress. I know the box has to be in one of the rooms I’ve already explored. I have the pieces of the puzzles from each conquered level, and I’ve tried to put them together in the puzzle room, but none of them seem to match.
DAMMIT! The kids are getting out of bed, I hear them! I will have to turn the game off before they catch me playing and tease me all day long.
I wish I’d never coined the term Vidiot game... I wish I’d just played along with them and had fun with it.
Now I must hide my addiction.
Curses!
Inside it is the Heart of Happiness... which I need to be the champion.
From the first level, where I hatched from my little egg and ran away from the hungry Manticore through The Tangled Forest to the sixth level, where I currently sit, frustrated, it’s been an astounding journey.
Level two was full of hungry plants, thankfully deeply rooted. After I died so many times, I learned to jump very high.
Level three had angry hornets. I learned to burrow. To hide. To wait for just the right time to run.
Level four had earthquakes. Huge cracks opened in the ground before me. I learned to time my steps and leap at the right moment. I only died eleven times in that level.
All the carnivorous plants from level two came back with friends in level five. I dodged teeth and slashing tentacles and flaming breath to reach the platform to level six.
I climbed into the machine and rode the elevator bubbles to the castle in the clouds.
I’ve been here in the castle so long, making no progress. I know the box has to be in one of the rooms I’ve already explored. I have the pieces of the puzzles from each conquered level, and I’ve tried to put them together in the puzzle room, but none of them seem to match.
DAMMIT! The kids are getting out of bed, I hear them! I will have to turn the game off before they catch me playing and tease me all day long.
I wish I’d never coined the term Vidiot game... I wish I’d just played along with them and had fun with it.
Now I must hide my addiction.
Curses!
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