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Writer’s Workshop

January 15, 2009

The Prompts:

1.) Describe your significant other’s most attractive quality (on the inside).
2.) Tell about a time you stole something. 
3.) Choose a poem you like. Take the last line and use it as the first line of your own poem. (creativewritingprompts.com)
4.) Write about a scary encounter with one of your old professors.

I guess I’ll go with number 1, since I haven’t stolen anything, can’t think of a poem right now that has a good last line, and haven’t had any scary experiences with an old professor. Here goes:

It’s hard to pick Hubby’s most attractive feature. He’s very smart – sometimes too smart for me. There are times he starts talking about something and I just have no clue, so I just smile and nod. And he funny. Granted, sometimes it’s the humor of a 13 year old, but, it’s still funny. And he’s fun. He’s definitely a free spirit who doesn’t really care what other people think. Very independent and confident. The exact opposite of me in that regard. He also wants to somehow make a difference in this world, make his mark somehow. It’s a trait I hope Princess gets. I also hope she gets his anti-materialistic streak.

For me, I think his best quality is his supportiveness. He keeps me sane and believes in me even when I don’t believe in myself (I am low self-esteem girl, always beating myself up). He tells me I’m a good mom and that I’m pretty (ha, take that, Mama Kat) and basically just keeps my confidence up and keeps me from going into a funk.

So, that’s Hubby for ya. To check out what other people wrote, stop by Mama Kat’s place:

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Writer’s Workshop

January 8, 2009

The Prompts:

1.) Describe your latest obsession.

2.) Ask a loved one to use 6 descriptive words to describe you and report your findings. How well do they know you?
3.) Who was your first bloggy friend? How did you find each other? Do you still correspond?

4.) Tell us about your pet! If you have a weird infatuation with your dog or cat we want to hear about it (or if they just plain drive you crazy)…but please don’t compare them to children. It’s just not the same.

My answer(s):

1. I have way too many obsessions. Of course, I am obsessed by my child and anything to do with her and parenting in general. I get the parenting mags, look up stuff online, belong to mommy groups, etc. I have also recently become addicted to Facebook. I’m on there all the time. I have a laptop in the nursery and when I’m feeding Princess or getting her to go to sleep, I’m usually on Facebook (OK, I also have itunes playing since I listen to stories while I’m putting her to bed).  My other obsessions are ones I’ve had for quite some time. I love crafts, all crafts, and so I’ll become obsessed by one for a time, then move on to another, than go back to the first, etc. I was knitting for a while, now I’m into papercrafts (building models and toys from paper). I’m sure I’ll start on something else soon.

4. I have two pets, a dog named Maya and a cat named Rowan. Hubby and I got Rowan when we were still dating, so we’ve had her for about 10 years now. She’s a cute brown tabby kitty with a white belly and white paws, but she’s pretty lazy and prefers to sleep on or under our bed all day. And she definitely missed out on the cat grace gene because she’s kind of a klutz.  She likes to sleep under the covers when I’m taking a nap (but only for naps, not at night) and at night she sleeps either by my feet or on my pillow. She loves her humans, loves to be brushed, lets me know it’s bedtime by standing at the top of the stairs meowing, and hates the dog.  Maya was Hubby’s present when he got his Master’s degree. We got her as an adult dog, somewhere between 3 and 6 years old, so we’re not really sure how old she is now.  We say she came pre-quirked since we got her as an adult. She hates the rain and water in general. She once fell into the Mississippi river (my in-laws’ house is right on the river) because she thought the algae on it was grass and tried to walk on it. I’ve never seen her jump so fast in my life. It was very funny. She’s definitely Hubby’s dog, but she likes to be by me, too. When we first got her she was very high energy, but she’s calmed down a lot since then, a matter of both training and age, I think. SHe loves humans, but hates other animals. We’re never sure what her reaction will be to another dog. A few dogs she’s fine with and others she all “I am tough girl”. She’s part black lab and part some kind of terrier. Both animals don’t seem to mind the baby, mostly  just get out of the way of waving fists and kicking feet. Princess loves her pets, though and giggles when she sees them. It’s very cute.

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Writer’s Workshop

December 17, 2008

The Prompts:

1.) Write or share a letter to Santa.

2.) Describe a faovrite Winter memory.

3.) Last night it snowed buckets and you are forced to spend the entire day at home with your family…what’s the plan!?!

4.) What’s the best gift you’ve ever gotten/given.

5.) Describe a Christmas tradition that you have started with your own family?

I’m going to go with number 4 this week. I’ll warn you, it’s sappy.

First off, let me just say, I’m horrible at remembering who gave me what and when.  Just ask Hubby. I can rarely remember what he got me for my birthday or anniversary.  This doesn’t mean I’m ungrateful, or don’t like the gifts. I just have an absolutely shitty memory.  I get the occasions all mixed up.

Also, if I were writing this after this upcoming Christmas, I’d say the gift I’m getting this year would be the best, since we’re using my b-day and Christmas money and he’s chipping in the rest and getting me a piano, a really nice digital one (much easier to take care of and find a spot for in the house). I’m so excited!

Anyway, since I haven’t actually gotten the piano yet, I think the best gift I’ve gotten was the first Christmas gift Hubby ever got me. We’d been dating 2-3 months, though we’d known each other longer.We were in college, so for the holidays, we both went our separate ways to be with our families. I went to Florida and he was meeting his family in Australia (every year they went someplace exotic b/c his parents were in China for several years where his dad worked for a while).

So, turns out that before he left on his trip, Hubby ordered a dozen ling-stemmed red roses to be sent to me at my parents’ house. Talk about impressing my mom. I was just amazed he’d thought about me even as he was going on this amazing trip.  When we got back to school, he had another gift for me, too. His family had gone to a casino and he’d won a bunch of money, so right away, before he lost it again the next night at the casino, he bought me a black opal necklace. I still have it. Again, I was just amazed he’d thought of me like that. Needless to say, I was starting to think I had a pretty good guy and several months later when he asked me to marry him, I said yes ( in a pub in Ireland owned by Enya’s father , but that’s another story.

 

A quick winter memory for you, too:

When I was in jr. high or high school, I forget which, I was home alone. It was December and out tree was up ( a fake tree) next to the piano. Well, apparently, the tree was just irresistible to our cat, who ran up it’s branches. Of course, this was not acceptable behavior and I went to go get the kitty out of the tree. She wouldn’t come out and in the process of tugging her, tugged the tree down on top of me, so I was trapped under the tree (thankfully, the piano stopped it from falling completely down). I extricated myself – the cat was long gone by this time, naturally, and righted the tree. When my mom came home, I got yelled at because some of the ornaments got broken when the tree fell. Moral of the story: if a cat climbs your Christmas tree, just leave it there. maybe put  a little Santa hat on it so it looks decorative.

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Writer’s Workshop

December 11, 2008

The Prompts:

1.) Allergies much?
2.) Worst dentist experience ever.

3.) Describe a “new road” you’ve taken in your life.

4.) What would you say to a mouse who could talk?

5.) Who is the best listener you know? What makes him or her such a good listener?

number 4:

Me: What are we going to do tonight, Brain?

Mouse: The same thing we do every nigh. Try and take over the world.

Yeah, I know, I cheated, but I loved that show, and you gotta figure, if a mouse could talk, he’s have to be some super-intelligent lab mouse. Plus, it’s 2:00 in the morning. You’re lucky this  is coherent. 

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Escape from the igloo, conclusion

December 5, 2008

A knock sounded on one of the doors, the one he hadn’t gone through before, and we both jumped. He went and answered it…

It was the doctor. The man came over to me and sat on a nearby chair, placing a little black bag on the ground. He rummaged through the bag for a moment and pulled out a small flashlight. Then he smiled at me. He seemed kind, but I was still afraid. What if something was wrong with me?

“Fae, right?” he asked. I shrugged. I supposed that was right. That was what the man had called me. “OK. Your husband says you have some amnesia, that you can’t remember some things. Is this correct?” I nodded. My husband? So that man was my husband? Why couldn’t I remember? And I still didn’t know his name. The doctor smiled gently. “Well, Fae, my name is Dr. Manning. I’m going to turn on this little flashlight here,” he waved the flashlight around, “and look into your eyes. I’m not going to hurt you, though, I may need to hold your head to help you get in the right position for me to see. All right?” I nodded again. “Good. Now look over my left shoulder please.” I followed his instructions and he proceeded to examine me, looking into my eyes, having me move my head around, follow his finer with my eyes, etc. He got up and felt my head, looking for bumps, I guess. He prodded my scalp in one particular place and I jumped.

“Ouch,” I said. The doctor felt the area gently. “Hmmm, Quite a bump there, Young Lady. I’d say you knocked into something pretty hard.” He motioned for the man – my husband – to come closer. He’d been standing nearby, but had given the doctor some space to work. “I’m going to recommend she come to the hospital for observation and treatment.  Do you have all of her information?”  The man nodded. “Good. I’ll have you come with use to check her in, then I want you to find pictures, momentos, anything that might jog her memory. Understand?” Another nod. “OK. I’ll wait outside the door while you two get ready.” THe doctor gathered his things and headed out to the hallway.

The man sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Stay there. I’ll get your coat and purse.” He went to the closet and picked out a simple but stylish black coat and a small leather purse. He handed them to me and I stood up and put them on. Then I watched him get his own things. As he was pulling on his jacket, I confessed, embarrassed and sad that I might hurt him, “I can’t remember your name.” He looked up, his eyes sad and fearful.

“Josh.” Then we went to the hospital. I don’t remember much of the next week. It’s all kind of a blur.  Thankfully, we had a bunch of pictures online, so Josh was able to find stuff pretty easily to help me. And I had friends who came over too. I regained a few memories, but nothing major, until the doctor recommended I try hypnotherapy. Josh and I both figured it couldn’t hurt, and I’m so glad now we did it.  It wasn’t an all at once thing, and it took several sessions, but eventually, we figured out what had happened:

Josh, I, and some friends decided to go out of town to celebrate Josh’s birthday. One night, after dinner, the guys and girls separated and each had our own night on the town. My friends and I had gone to a couple of night clubs. It was very hot in one of the places, so I stepped outside for some air. Some guy had come up to me and tried to rob me. I refused and he shoved me. The heel on my show broke, stupid stilettos, and I fell and conked my head on something. I don’t know if it was just the ground or some object on the ground. I guess the guy got scared and ran without taking anything, since I still had my purse and money and everything when my friends found me lying there. They were pretty drunk, and I guess they thought I was, too, and had passed out. Anyway, they grabbed a cab and brought me back to the hotel.

It’s been several months since that night and most of my memories have gradually come back. It’s been kind of nice to fall in love with my husband once again, and neither of us will ever take each other for granted anymore, I think.  I gave a description of the mugger to the police, but they never caught the guy. Oh well. Its probably just as well. I don’t think I’d want to face him again anyway. We’re taking a trip to see my in-laws in a couple of weeks. Glad I remember who they are now, otherwise that would be pretty awkward.  We’re getting a hotel, but Josh and I are in definite agreement – no igloos.

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Writer’s Workshop

December 3, 2008

The Prompts:

1.) Tag! Post and write about the 6th picture from (the 6th folder of?) your Flickr account and then do the same for the 6th picture of the 6th folder on your computer.

2.) Are you still friends with you high school friends? Describe them.

3.) If you had to star in a reality tv show, which one would it be and why?

4.) Describe a time when your pet caused chaos.

I’ll do numbers 1 and 4 because I’m only doing half of the first prompt. My pics are on my other computer and I’m just too lazy to go downstairs, find the 6th pic in the sixth folder and continue writing this post. Besides, I’m holding Princess. So anyway, the first part of numero uno: the 6th image in the sixth folder of my photobucket account is…


Tee hee

It’s a pic of Princess back in September when she was 3 months old ( I can’t believe she’s going to be 6 months old in a couple of days). We had her on our bed and were attempting to get a photo of her and our cat, with little success. My mom was visiting us at the time. I don’t remember if she was the one making Princess giggle or if we were trying to get the baby to smile for pictures with the kitty.  

Number four is a bit harder. I mean, our pets are the very definition of chaos at times. I’ll tell the story of our dog when we first got her, though. We got Maya from the Humane Society as an adult dog, somewhere between 3 and 6 years old, they didn’t really know. It was in the first few weeks after we’d gotten her and we were still developing the pet/owner bond and hadn’t taken her to obedience class or anything yet. Well, Hubby got bit by a rattlesnake (yes, a rattlesnake – I don’t recommend it to anyone. If you want to hear the full story, say so in the comments and I’ll write a separate post about it). So, he was in the hospital for about a week and I was with him most of the day since I wasn’t working at the time. Our dog had a bad habit when we got her to go running our the door full tilt and we’d then have to go chase her. She did this several times. The first night that Hubby was in the hospital, I called our friends to let them know what was going on and they came over to keep me occupied so I wouldn’t go down the anxiety trail. Well, they didn’t close the front door well, and, before we knew it, Maya (the dog) went running down the street. Maya is a mostly black dog. It was night time. It’s hard to see a black dog at night time. So, we all went running after her and eventually caught her and dragged her back home. We were at least lucky and she didn’t go far that time. Another time we had to get the neighbors to take their dogs out to see if it would attract Maya (it did) and another time I managed to corner her when she went into someone’s backyard. Now she’s content to stay with us and we can have the door open and she usually won’t even go out of it, unless she’s really excited cause there’s someone at the door, like the pizza delivery guy. I guess she was just doing her part to take my mind off Hubby in the hospital. Such as good puppy dog. lol

I just thought of another pet chaos story. When Hubby and I were first living together way back when, we got two kittens from the Humane Society. They were from the same litter and were as cute as can be ( We still have one, Rowan, but the other, Lovelace, died a few years ago). Well, as responsible kitty owners, we took them to the vet and got them spayed. The vet used staples to close the incisions. This was done about the time Hubby and I graduated college and all our family were there. This was the first time I was meeting Hubby’s parents because they were living in China at the time while his dad worked over there. So, we were all going out to dinner after graduation, and Hubby and I went home quickly to change and check on the kitties. Well, Lovelace had licked all her staple right out. So, we called the vet and I had to go take her in to get restapled while Hubby went to the restaurant and explained what was going on (this was in the days before cell phones – hard to believe there was such a time). I eventually joined up with everyone at the restaurant, but it definitely was not the way I imagined meeting my future in-laws for the first time. lol



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Writer’s Workshop

November 20, 2008

1.) The last time I laughed really hard…
2.) Forgive and forget…I think.

3.) I remember when…

4.) Write about something that bothered you this week.

5.) Write a poem about a favorite color.

I’m taking the easy way out this week and doing number 4. Something that bothered me this week (as well as last week) was the bathrooms being redone in our house. Hubby and I rent a townhouse in the Northern Virginia suburbs (the “fake” Virginia). I really want to buy a house, but until funding comes through for Hubby to be hired full time – which will hopefully happen in the next couple of month, though Hubby did apply for a job in the Obama administration as a backup, lol – we’re stuck renting. THe place isn’t bad. It’s a townhouse with 3 bedrooms, 2 full and 2 half baths, a finished basement (we got one of those pool tables that turns over into an air hockey table when we moved in so we could have a game room – Craig’s List rocks cause we found one really cheap) fenced in backyard – a must with our doggy. But, it was built in the late 60’s and is starting to show its age. THe linoleum floor in the kitchen is coming up, the tiles in the upstairs bathrooms was cracked and starting to come off the wall,  there’s a crack in the counter of the main floor bathroom, the banister needs to be fixed, etc. If I ever bought the place I’d probably gut it. But, I don’t plan on buying it, and I don’t own it, so any repairs have to be done through our landlords. They’re a nice couple, but it takes them a while to get stuff done.

So, to the topic. About a year ago, I mentioned that the tile in the shower in the master bath needed to be replaced. It was coming off the wall in one corner. Even worse, I noticed a water stain in the ceiling of the main floor below the shower and figured it was from the tiles. So, we took pics and e-mailed the landlords and I taped up the area around the tile to prevent any more water from leaking through and we waited.  And waited and waited and waited… Finally, they got a couple of contractors in for quotes and hired a guy to do the work. He estimated a week to do one bathroom and another week to do the guest bathroom, which also needed work.

I try not to judge people on first impressions, but this guy has been getting on my nerves for the past 2 and a half weeks, so I figure I have the right to vent. First off, he smells like an ashtray every time he walks into the house. And I don’t know where he comes from, but he sounds like he’s some hick from the backwoods mountain country or something. “You know, them therefore that says I do a great job”. I am not making this stuff up, he really talks like this. And once he starts talking, he never stops. About anything. At one point, I came up to put Princess down for a nap. I put her in her crib for a second so I could just check on the guy’s progress. I made the mistake of letting him talk. She started crying – you could hear it quite plainly on the monitor in our bedroom – and he wouldn’t stop talking so I could go get her. Hello?! And, of course, all the noise from the work kept waking her up when she was trying to sleep, so the only way I could get her to take a decent nap was to hold her in my arms. So I have spent the past two weeks essentially holed up in the nursery getting absolutely nothing done. On the plus side, I finished listening to Emma by Jane Austen on the computer. He’s finally just about done, so this weekend I will be running around like a mad woman trying to pack and wrap presents and everything for our trip to see the in-laws in North Carolina for Thanksgiving.

OK. Rant over. On a different topic, stay tuned, I will post pics of some more tutus that I made. I’ve been kinda tutu crazy. They’re fun to make and pretty quick, and I can make them in spurts while Princess is sleeping. A lot of times I put her on a blanket and let her roll around (she rolls over onto her tummy now. She rolled onto her back one day last week, several times, and hasn’t done it since, so she just goes onto her tummy, gets tired of being that way and whines until I help her roll back over, after which she proceeds to go right back onto her tummy and whine again – kids) while I pin together the fabric.

Also, I have to share these. I love paper craft, making paper models. My favorite is a robot. I’ll have to see if I can find the link or just put up the pdf here for you. There are a couple of blogs I go to for paper crafts, which should be in my blog roll, and, in surfing around I found these paper models of a big-nosed dog on Amazon. They have him in costumes fro various countries. How cute!! BTW, if you go to Amazon to order anything, do me a favor and use the link I have at the bottom of the side column.

Well, I am all through being prolix (if you don’t know what that means, read yesterday’s post). Au revoir.