Dishes, How I loathe Thee

Prompt 71: Write about a task, job, or chore that you dislike.

5 minutes…GO!
Dishes are the bane of my existence. If I had my way I would just buy paper plates and throw all my dishes away. I think that would probably get expensive though. There is just something about sticking my hands in a dirty sink of rotten not eaten food particles mixed with dawn dish soap and lukewarm water just grosses me out. And then my fingers get all pruned and white and they look like old people hands.
I remember once my friend star ;looked sat her hands and said they were starting to look old and that made her sad. Just the other day I was looking at my hands and I thought the same thing. I wonder if hands just age differently, more fast. Because you have to use them so much? I guess if I was rich my hands would be perfect, except for my writers bump.
I prefer to write all my stories out long hand so now I have a callous on my third finger. I can’t stand to hold my pencil on the second finger so I use the third. And actually I can not stand write with a pencil. It makes my teeth hurt to hear the lead of a pencil scratch against a piece of paper. I prefer to write with a black pen, but I can also use blue. But I hate fat pens. They irritate me. And I also hate when you buy a pen and the darn things runs out of ink within the first day of using it.
Ok, five minutes up. Not all of this was about dishes either…:/
And seriously I did not stop typing the entire five minutes. I told you I was a slow typer…


Christmas Abroad

Prompt 71: Write about a memory related to a holiday

Christmas Abroad
I was nineteen and all alone in a foreign country and the holidays were just around the corner. Every year since childhood our whole family on my mom’s side would congeal at our house for a Christmas celebration. We have a very large and loud family. I remember I was sitting by myself in India and thinking about our family Christmas that would have went on without me that year. Mom would have been sitting at the table with grandma, Kerry, and Poohie talking about everything nursing home related, because everyone worked at a nursing home in one way or another. The kids would have been running around screaming or playing hide and seek. Kathy would be talking really loud above everyone else so she could be sure to get her opinion heard. And always there was tons of food. The much anticipated potato salad made by my aunt Poohie, the cheesy potatoes that aunt Kelly brought,  dirt cake made by my mom, and just so much more. All I had was MTV( which was the only American channel we got) and a few potato filled Rotis. It was depressing.
Then, in the middle of my self pity fest, I got a call to go on a trip to northern India with about 60 other students like myself. I jumped right on board. It was an amazing trip. And on Christmas night we camped out in the dessert around a huge fire and sang Christmas carols at the top of our lungs. Since we were from all over the world, most of us didn’t know the words to all the songs, just part of them but it was so good to be there with people who were also missing home. It made me feel not so alone and reminded me that no matter where I was in the world I still had family and that God was always with me.

“Incident at Hawk’s Hill”

What was your favorite book as a kid? Recount the way it made you feel when you read it.

Incident at Hawk’s Hill

I was in sixth grade and we were moving to Grandma Bice’s big white house. Our trailer had almost literally fell apart under us and grandma lived by heself. So in the course of a few days we moved her into a trailer (a whole one) and us into her huge five bedroom house.

I remember everyone around me cleaning stuff out and packing boxes, but all I wanted to do was finish the book I had started. They had moved mom’s brown chair into the kitchen so I could sit there and be out of everyone’s way and I read it all afternoon. I could not put the book down.

If you haven’t read it: the story is about a young boy who gets lost in the woods. He comes across a mother badger who lost all her babies when her foot was caught in a metal trap. She chewed her foot off to get to her babies but they were all dead when she got to them. The mother badger took the boy in as her own. He even drank her milk.

Even now just thinking about it gives me goose bumps. It was such a good story. I cried all the way to the end. When the boy went back to his human family I cried even harder. I don’t have the book now, but I wish I did just to see if it still chokes me up or if I would find it unbelievable now.

The book is by: Allan W. Eckert


Prompt: Is this the answer to our pollution problems? Put up a warning sign and hope for the best or will we take action?


Is it wrong for me not to care that much?  It isn’t that I don’t care about out environment, I do.  I don’t litter and I don’t let my kids litter.  I remember one time when I was in seventh grade I was walking uptown with a friend and I threw my qwrapper on the ground.  when i got hoem, my friend told my mom that I had littered so my mom made me go uptown and pick up that paper.  I think that is why I don’t litter rather than a real concern for the environment.  That’s bad, isn’t it?


Prompt: Today is my son’s birthday so I thought I’d write a blog about him.  Top five stories of Gavin.

1. I remember when I first found out I was pregnant for Gavin.  I was only 19 at the time, and I was so scared to be having a baby.  I remember thinking that from now on I would be a mother.  It was only after I held him in my arms for the very first time that I actually understood what that meant and that I would always forever after that would be a mother first.

2. I was in labor for Gavin for about 18 hours, btu it wasn’t hard labor.  I had a few contractions but nothing too bad.  Then they decided I would ahve to have a C-section.  The cord had wrapped around his neck twice and when he finally did enter the world he was so blue and they barely let me see him.  When they finally did…I just find it amazign how instantly you love them.  Like nothing in the world even matters anymore and you realize exactly what you were born to do.

3. When Gavin was about six months old, he swallowed a quarter.  I had to call 911 because he quit breathing and so did I.  It is a good thing my friend Star was there, she jammed her fingers right down his thraot and pulled that quarter out.  I barely let him on the floor after that.  No wonder he didn’t walk until he was almost a year and a half.

4. When Gavin was four we lived in an apartment that also housed these huge black spiders.  I went to give him a bath and didn’t realize one such monster was already in there.  The thing tried to swim.  It was traumatizing.  Gavin freaked out and refused to go in that bathroom ever again.  He would go outside and pee off the front porch and took baths at my dads.

5. Right after Arabelle was born, I had driven over to my moms to grab something.  I left both kids in their carseat while I ran in for just a minute.  Gavin crawled over the seat and put the car into drive. (I know, I can’t believe I left in running either) He drove that car right into the front of my mom’s house.  Luckily, noone was injured!


Prompt: Make a list of the twelve worst movies of all time.

1. Mega Pirhana

2. Easy A

3. Frozen

4. Marigold

5. Grease 2

6. The Hottie and the Nottie

7. Freddy Got Fingered

8. Sunday School Musical

9. Timer

10. Tommy and the Cool Mule


Prompt: List seven reasons to turn down a marriage proposal.

My List.

!. The man is actually a woman who has a deep voice and facial hair.

2. The man enjoys baking – in high heels and a pink apron.

3. The man works for a company that sells children on the black market.

4. You met him this morning, behind the counter at the gas station.

5. His idea of a good time is throwing rocks in the air to see if the bats outside will mistake it for an insect.

6. He uses Your instead of You’re.

7. And definately say no if he prefers Michigan State over Ohio State.