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| I want to thank the members of the academy for this honor. A big thank you to those who nominated and voted for me. To quote Sally Field in one of her less than stellar moments " You like me, you really like me!" I always wanted to give an Oscar speech. I doubt that I could do much better than Ms. Field.  I am a Preferred Author. I'm not not sure how that happened, but I'm grateful. Thank you members of WDC.  |
| Prompt: You have a key to your ex'es apartment. You decide to snoop around when he/she unexpectedly comes home. You hide in the closet. What do you hear? What was I doing in his closet? It smelled of cheap and cheesey aftershave. I wanted to throw up. How did I get hooked up with such looser as Peter? He took anything of value from my apartment when we broke up. I was back to get what was mine. Noises in the living room alerted me. Aw crap I thought, he's back. I closed the closet door, but could hear every word Peter was saying. "Of course I can get it from her." Already trying to hustle some other girl I mused as I listened in. "You don't know my ex. It will be easy. She doesn't even know I hid it at her place. All I have to do is lay on the charm. The necklace will be in your hands in the morning, I promise." I heard Peter hang up the phone and go into the shower. The water was running when I eased out of the closet and snuck out the front door. I didn't exhale, until I was driving away. Peter hid a necklace in my apartment so it must be hot. And it must be the one I found, cleaning out his stuff. Pawning it seemed like a good idea this morning, but now I'm glad I didn't. The police are going to get an anonymous tip and find the necklace on Peter. After he charms poor little ol' me of course. |
| Prompt: Crazy candle cares cowboys When I saw the prompt this morning, I thought someone had messed up or was messing with us. The words of the prompt don't go together or mean anything as a group. So maybe I was suppose to use them in a story as some of the others had done. Sorry, nothing has come to me. After working a 14 hour day, mostly with a croupy baby, the brain cells are dead soo.... Crazy = this is a crazy prompt, candles =So I have candles burning now for relaxation cares = the only reason for writing this and not jumping into bed right now is the that I care about this contest and I want my entry to be on time. cowboys = so I am cowboying up (getting tough) and getting the job done. Entry written. I hope to do better tomorrow, but don't hold your breath. It's another 12-14 hr work day |
| Prompt:Place yourself in the shoes of someone who has a disability and write about something they THINK they cannot do but after trying and trying, they find they are able to I don't know that I'm a good enough actor/writer to put myself in someone's shoes and write about them overcoming something after trying many times. I can write about a friend who overcame difficulties. My friend, Sandy, in high school had terrible rhumatoid arthritis. It was to the point that her last three digits on both hands were swollen and useless. They curled under into her palm claw-like. She never complained and never talked about it. She could do anything anyone else could with ten fingers. I never really noticed until we went to vocational school together. Several of the area high schools supported a technical school to help high school students. This school was for those not planning to go to college right away. I was in Health Occupations which gave me basic anatomy and physio plus basic nursing care. When we graduated, we were Certified Nursing Assistants. Nursing Assistants are the eyes and ears for the RNs. They do basic care for the patients including vital signs. Sandy could do anything anyone else could do except take a blood pressure. The applicance used to take a blood pressure is called a spygmomanometer. It consist of a cuff to wrap around the arm and a soft bulb to pump up the pressure. The bulb requires that it be squeezed, something Sandy could not do with her claw-like hands. We talked about her difficulty many times. She was endanger of not passing the class because she could not be certified unless she could take a blood pressure. For a time, in our mock clinicals at school, the teacher allowed the student Sandy was practicing on to pump up the cuff. She would listen and get the blood pressure. Finally toward the end of the semster, the teacher told Sandy she needed to come up with something else. What if her patient is unable to help her? Sandy spent a weekend trying to come up with a solution when she hit on smashing the bulb. She took the bulb and placed it on the bed and took her balled fist and smashed to bulb. This pumped the air into the cuff. It too most of the weekend to learn how to control the air release valve. I'm not sure why this simple solution didn't show up in our discussions. Probably because we were 17-18 yrs old and the anxiety of having to find a solution or no graduation is enough to freeze brain cells. I 'm sure the teacher wanted Sandy to find the answer herself for the sense of accomplishment. Also a solution for something so personal needs to come from the person most affected. Otherwise it may not work. Sandy graduated and went to nursing school with me. We lost touch after that. I did go back to the vocational school once to give a talk about life after high school. The teacher gave Sandy as an example of never giving up and if she can find a solution to her difficulties why are you (students) making excuses. |
| Write an interaction between yourself now and yourself at a younger age . It can be holiday related if you wish and use dialogu or not. I would find my find 6 yr old self in the middle of the night staring at a night light afraid of the dark. Scooping her up into a hug, I would tell her that everything is going to to be alright. I would show her how wonderful her life is going to be when she is older. I would tell her to tell her first grade teacher about what happens at night and why she is afraid of the dark. I would find my 10 yr old self lost in Nancy Drew, Andre Norton and Asimov. I would take the book from her. I would tell her why hiding in stories not only deadens the pain, but her soul as well. I would show her why her feelings are so raw. I would tell her to tell her teacher about raw feelings. I would find my 15 yr old self hiding in her room journaling and writing poetry. I would tell her not to burn the notebooks, because I want them now. I would tell her that the abuse really is over, but the the effects are long lasting. I would tell her bitterness is a choice. Choose wisely. And tell the high school counselor about why your poetry is so dark. I would find my 20 yr old self on the verge of adulthood. I would tell her not to be afraid to make mistakes. Not everyone is out to hurt you. Some men actually like women. The world is a bigger place than you can imagine. Go experience it. And find a counselor to talk to about the past. I would find my 27 yr old self in church - a new wide eyed Christian. I would tell her to not be afraid to follow God's voice. And not to worry how other Christians view your walk. Legalism is for lawyers. I would tell her to let God lead her to healing past hurts. I would find my 31 yr old self in 12 step meetings, popping antidepressants. I would tell her that confronting people who hurt you is always hard. Guilt is not part of God's plan. Unforgiveness and bitterness kill your spirit. Let God in to heal. I would find my 43 yr old self waiting for hubby to come home from his first overseas trip. I would tell her commitent is unchangeable, but people are not. She is not the same person that entered the marriage and neither is he. The trick is to grow together. And grow with God. Wisdom is a bitch. By the time you get it no one wants it from you and it's too late for you. |
| Prompt:WHO --- SANTA WHAT --- SANTA ... KEELS OVER WHEN --- AT A MEAL ON CHRISTMAS EVE What was he doing behind Santa's sleigh? Heading toward North America at a breakneck speed because of the late hour, Ronald will hardly have enough time to complete his mission: filling in for his sick dad. Santa Clause collapses at the Annual Christmas Eve luncheon. Ronald could see the headline in the North Pole morning news. He couldn't screw up. Too much was at stake. All those children expecting their presents and Santa's reputation. Ronald hoped that the reindeer knew where they were going. And that the elves assigned to help him couldn't see how his hands shook holding the reins. It was one thing to ride with Dad these past 90 years, but to actually take the route made Ronald hands shake harder. Fortunately, it was only the North American route he had to cover. His brothers were already covering their own well established territories. Michael was Father Christmas in Great Britain, Joel, Pere Noel in France, Herman, Christindl in Germany and so on.. They promised to help if Ronald got behind. He needed to do this on his own. To prove he was more than the youngest screw-up in a large prefect family. "Okay Santa, here we are at the first house," said Dash. "Don't call me that. That's Dad's name!" said a stricken Ronald. The elf looked up from the list that he held. "Santa is the office. Kris is your Dad's name as in Kris Kringle." "Tonight you are Santa, Ronald. Don't worry. We'll help and after the first house it get easier." said Dot who was loading the knapsack. "Look, guys. I've ridden with Dad lots of times, but I don't know all of this really works. When I would ask, he just said magic. How do I go down the chimneys and get back up without being seen? How do I know what to leave? What about alarms? What if someones sees me? " Ronald's words came out in a rush. The elves looked at each other concerned and then turned to Ronald. Dash, the more experienced elf, asked," Did your Dad give you a ring tonight? It has a star on it." "Actually Mom gave it to me. She said to wear it tonight in honor of Dad." He held out his right hand and the elves saw a large ring with a bright green stone that shined like as a star. Both elves let out a sigh of relief. "It's alright then," said Dash. "The ring is the source of Santa's magic. It was given to him by Mother Nature when he took office. Transports you from the roof to the Christmas tree. Going down chimneys is a myth. Makes you invisible when you need to be. Lets you walk through wall. " "Although, some children who are true believers will see through the invisibility." said Dot. "I got your knapsack packed. Ready for your first house?" "As ready as I can be. How do you start this thing?" Ronald said nodding toward the ring. "Uh..I don't know," said Dot. "Dash?" "We're just the delivery boys, not Santa. He never really told you in all those ride?" Ronald thought about it. Santa always twisted the ring and smiled and disappeared before his eyes. "Maybe he thinks about getting by the tree after he twist the ring." he told the elves. "Try it now. We're running behind," urged Dash. Ronald gave the ring a nervous twist and put on a weak smile and disappeared. The Christmas tree glowed with a familiar light. "Ronald! What in the Name of Mother Nature are you doing back here!" thundered Santa. Sitting in his favorite chair by the fire, he looked anything but sick. Ronald was too surprised to be in his own home to notice. "Dad! I twisted the ring and smiled and ended up back here! he cried. "I don't know what happened." "Did you say the child's name?" his dad asked. "I didn't know that part of it." Ronald said lowering his eyes. "It's okay son. My fault. I forgot to tell you and the elves. Just say the name of the child or the place where you want to be after twisting the ring. Now say sleigh and get out here!" Still in a bit of shock, Ronald did what he was told and found himself on the same roof with Dash and Dot. "Well lets get this show on the road." said Ronald as looked at the relieved elves. "I need the name of the child we are visiting tonight." "Shondra Marks, Santa." promptly replied Dash keeper of the list. "Okay, here we go," said Ronald as he twisted his ring then whispered the name. His smile was weak, but a small twinkle lit his eyes. With hardly time to finish whispering her name, he appeared next to Shondra's tree. Unloading the gifts turned out to be easy as Dot had only put in the knapsack what he needed. It all took less time than he expected. Before he could say Hot Chocolate, he was on to the next house. And so it went. Ronald popped into a house by the Christmas tree, delivered the presents, ate a cookie, drank some milk and popped back up to the sled for the next house. He only had two scares that night. The first was a little girl who waited up to talk to him. "Santa, I wrote a list, but I don't want anything on it now." said the teary eyed girl named Katlyn. "My daddy is out of work and needs a job. Can you get him a job? Please. He works on car and trucks. Daddy says you can't help us, but I know you can." Her face was resolute. Surprised, Ronald dropped his bag when the little girl spoke to him. He listened to the girl talk and tried to think of a solution. Maybe Dad can help her later," mused Ronald. "I'll do what I can,"he said gently. "Now its time to get into bed." Ronald's next scare came from a grown-up as he was setting presents around the Christmas tree. A weary father was putting together a bicycle. "I'm so tired from all the overtime at the shop and now its Christmas Eve and I'm seeing things," mumbled a bleary eyed father. By now Ronald had better idea of how his ring worked. He twisted it and whispered fix bicycle. The tired father jumped back in surprise as the bike assembled itself. "Hey Santa, you wouldn't happen to have an auto mechanic in your bag would you? My shop is overflowing with work and no extra help," said the tired dad. Ronald smiled and melted before his surprised eyes. The dad would find a note in his stocking with the phone number of Katlyn's dad. The first fingers of dawn were lighting the sky when Ronald turned the sleight toward home. Dot and Dash exhausted from the night labors, snored in the back seat. He was feeling pretty smug. "Finishing on time without my brother's help," Ronald thought. "Wait till I tell Dad. Getting sick on Christmas Eve my asteroid! Pushing me out of the nest is just Dad's speed. I can't wait to thank him." Merry Christmas everyone. Sorry this is so rough. Will fix it up later |
| Prompt:Forget New Year's resolutions - I would like you to come up with goals for the next 1001 days. Don't worry, it doesn't have to be 101 goals, as I have planned, but at least five good goals that you'd like to accomplish in the next two and three-quarter years. 1. Getting my relationship with God back on track. I feel sometimes out of sorts about it. I should do this and I should do that but the shoulds are overwhelming. I need to sit down and do formal study and prayer-quiet time. Unfortuantely to me that can be boring and I find it hard to discipline myself. I will find a new women's group or Bible study this year to help me stay on track 2.Weigh loss? Every year that's my goal but every year I'm larger or smaller but I still need to loose weight. Lets try something different. Lets try Get Healthy this year. Measured by excerise everyday and following an eating plan. Whether I lose weight or not, I feel better doing those things. And weight loss could be the side benefit. Can you trick yourself if you know you're tricking yourself? This makes my head hurt. 3.Clean House. I want to find a way around my excuses and ADD and find a way to keep my house clean. I hate housework. It's boring and thankless and its NEVER done. Find an ADD med that works or work extra to hire a cleaning service ( oh god how yuppie is that?). Something. I want to have friends over spontaneously. 4. Get published. I want to find out if this little bit of talent is worth chasing. Make a plan and follow through. 5. Be kinder. I'm not sure how to accomplish this, but I can be rude and thoughtless without meaning to be. I want to at least apologize faster when I realize I've stepped on someone's feelings. Be kinder to hubby. Its going to be a tough year, if predictions pan out so extra TLC. So there they are for God and everybody. Why do I feel a sense of impeding failure? 'cause I've done this before. I don't want to disappoint anyone especially myself when I fail. Note: Be kinder to self as well. I'm a person too. Happy New Year |
| Prompt: GLOBAL WARMING PERTAINING TO THE NORTH POLE. Cite two or more facts. Cite: me: quote the facts. Name the sources. In your blog today --- You may NOT use the pronoun 'I' in your blog or in the sum of the above This is definitely a wimp out entry. Global Warming is something everyone should be concerned about. However, it feels like there is not much a person can do about it. We can reduce reuse and recycle but if only a small pecent of people do this what's the point? We can reduce our driving only to a point. But what if you live in an area where mass tranist is not an option? We can petition our congressmen and senators for changes, but they have their own agendas. It can feel like a lost cause especially when articles like http://www.nrdc.org/globalwarming/qthinice.asp appear. And with the economy being what it is these days, global warming is not on the forefront of most people's minds. Even those in the immediate area are more about concerned about economics. http://www.charlestoncitypaper.com/gyrobase/Content?oid=oid%3A56427 Although, Frosty the Snowman made the connection between economics and global warming when he said, "Not just about the economy but global warming. I mean, come on. I'm made of snow. My AC unit is Energy Star compliant, but what good is that when you can't afford the power bill?" Sometimes the best you can do is to put one foot in front of the other and see where it takes you. |
I am enjoying the prompts and getting to know everyone, but real life is happening. Hubby is returning from overseas. He has been away from home for 4 months so I may get a little behind in with my part of the contest. I sent my prompt for the 23 to April Sunday   in case I am late. I haven't even written a entry yet for my own prompt so this should be interesting. Merry Christmas, Season's Greetings and Happy New Year |
| You can lie with your mouth and body, but your eyes will always tell the truth." --- Luna loves her Finn midnight_moon I have to be honest. The only thing that came to mind when I read this quote was the Eagles song Lying Eyes You can't hide your lying eyes and your smile is a thin disguise I thought by now you'd realize you can't hide those lying eye. In a word Bull***t. The only reason the person in the song can't hide lying eyes is because she feels guilty. If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then guilt is the crack. Think about it. Most people would and probably have lied for what they felt were good reasons. If their case is good, if the cause is just, if the good or the benefit out ways the risk most people I find will lie without difficulty. And because they feel justified, the body believes the lie as truth so no "lying eyes". Politicians anyone? Lawyers, sales etc. You get the picture. This quote is one of those that sounds like it should be true but in real life.... |
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