DAILY PROMPT
From the Top
Today, write about any topic you feel like — but you must reuse your opening line (at least) two more times in the course of your post.
I apologize. To anyone in the midwest who was counting on a super warm summer at the pool this year, I want you to know I got a new central air unit. I didn’t know that it would result in 70 degree weather for July. I should have known, given my track record for rain on days I wash the car or sold out products when I get a great parking spot at the grocery store. So, go ahead, blame the fact that you are spending this mild summer with the windows open at night and a cool breeze during your late morning walk on me.
I apologize. To anyone at Cracker Barrel tonight that was bothered by my children talking more animatedly than is considered normal, please know I saw your glances - you weren’t as subtle as you believed yourselves to be. This was happy animation. If you would have seen them at each others throats just a couple of hours ago, you would understand my reluctance to call them down and perhaps given me an encouraging shoulder squeeze. The summer of my child vs my tween is in full effect.
I apologize. To any of my peacefully meditating neighbors that are not currently involved with lawn care, believe me, I don’t relish the barks either. I try to bring them in for nap or playtime when the mowers start, but when do the mowers ever stop in this subdivision?
I apologize. I am a thrifty person, but I am also a procrastinator. I didn’t think it through clearly when I chose, at first, not to participate in the REDcard program. But today it dawned on me while I was in line, why am I not saving an extra 5% on this stuff? Why am I not getting free shipping from my online shopping? I shop here all of the time. Yes, lovely teenager who is all too eager to take a short break from her checking out duties, tell me more about this program even though you have a line a couple of people deep. To those people that were in line behind me, I hate when that happens too. Is this considered paying it forward?
Until midnight tonight, Forever 21 has an extra 30% off of their online clearance items. I found the cutest backpack for $12.59 shipped. My tween agreed it’s going to be a cool bag for her first year in Intermediate School. Tonight I had to take back the backpack I was in line with earlier. I did warn you, I'm a thrifty person. I apologize.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Thursday, July 17, 2014
It Smells Like the Color Green
DAILY PROMPT
Nosey Delights
From the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread to the clean, summery haze of lavender flowers, we all have favorite smells we find particularly comforting. What’s yours?
I have many favorite smells. The smell of a newborn baby. I mean, a new-new newborn baby, fresh from the factory. I can't describe it in a worthy way. The air is sweet and clean and... new. I don't know if that's everyone's experience or just mine. My newborn babies smell good.
I like the smell of freshly mown grass. This is a common one. You either love it or you hate it. I have only recently learned, or perhaps relearned as maybe I knew it before, that the smell that I love so much is actually a chemical that the lawn gives off trying to save itself from the injury you are inflicting upon it. That makes me sad. It is sad that it smells so good.
I love the musky smell of a good rainstorm. I think everyone gets this one. Right?
I love the smell of Thanksgiving dinner cooking. It's almost too many aromas at once. Sweet and savory overload - a welcomed experience.
The smell of coffee brewing is one of my most odd favorites. Odd because I do not drink coffee. Not the freshly brewed, never experienced the transformation into a white chocolate mocha kind of coffee anyway. It is my fervent wish that coffee tasted as good, straight out of the pot, as it does while it is brewing.
I have a feeling that I could go on like this for many hours, but I have to eat lunch now. BLT's smell good.
I have many favorite smells. The smell of a newborn baby. I mean, a new-new newborn baby, fresh from the factory. I can't describe it in a worthy way. The air is sweet and clean and... new. I don't know if that's everyone's experience or just mine. My newborn babies smell good.
I like the smell of freshly mown grass. This is a common one. You either love it or you hate it. I have only recently learned, or perhaps relearned as maybe I knew it before, that the smell that I love so much is actually a chemical that the lawn gives off trying to save itself from the injury you are inflicting upon it. That makes me sad. It is sad that it smells so good.
I love the musky smell of a good rainstorm. I think everyone gets this one. Right?
I love the smell of Thanksgiving dinner cooking. It's almost too many aromas at once. Sweet and savory overload - a welcomed experience.
The smell of coffee brewing is one of my most odd favorites. Odd because I do not drink coffee. Not the freshly brewed, never experienced the transformation into a white chocolate mocha kind of coffee anyway. It is my fervent wish that coffee tasted as good, straight out of the pot, as it does while it is brewing.
I have a feeling that I could go on like this for many hours, but I have to eat lunch now. BLT's smell good.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Fairy Chips
DAILY PROMPT
Full Disclosure
A mad scientist friend offers you a chip that would allow you to know what the people you’re talking to are thinking. The catch: you can’t turn it off. Do you accept the chip?
Anyone who has ever read or watched Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood) knows, that even if there may be the occasional benefit of knowing what everyone is thinking - the bad far outweighs the good.
Drawing from the experience of my own inner-dialogue, knowing what everyone I spoke to was thinking would be maddening.
In the matter of meaningful conversation, how sad would it be to take away the mystery of where a conversation may lead? How can you be in that moment when you are in their head while their thoughts are forming?
The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Let’s be honest, sometimes we just do not want nor need the blunt and honest, first thing that pops into your head answer. Addressing and answering a person’s motive for a question is a far more loving approach many times.
So, no. Please, Mr or Ms Mad Scientist, introduce your chip to the garbage disposal on a deep and personal level. Nix the mass marketing plans. I will keep the love of my husband, children and friends.
If that mad scientist was a real friend, they would focus on a young and beautiful chip that I can’t turn off.
Anyone who has ever read or watched Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood) knows, that even if there may be the occasional benefit of knowing what everyone is thinking - the bad far outweighs the good.
Drawing from the experience of my own inner-dialogue, knowing what everyone I spoke to was thinking would be maddening.
In the matter of meaningful conversation, how sad would it be to take away the mystery of where a conversation may lead? How can you be in that moment when you are in their head while their thoughts are forming?
The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Let’s be honest, sometimes we just do not want nor need the blunt and honest, first thing that pops into your head answer. Addressing and answering a person’s motive for a question is a far more loving approach many times.
So, no. Please, Mr or Ms Mad Scientist, introduce your chip to the garbage disposal on a deep and personal level. Nix the mass marketing plans. I will keep the love of my husband, children and friends.
If that mad scientist was a real friend, they would focus on a young and beautiful chip that I can’t turn off.
You're a wizard, MJE.
DAILY PROMPT
Fictional Intruder
Go down the rabbit hole with Alice; play quidditch with Harry Potter; float down the river with Huck Finn… If you could choose three fictional events or adventures to experience yourself, what would they be?
I've had fun considering the possibilities, but right now in my present mood...come with me, and you'll be in a world of pure imagination.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory The Chocolate Room. How amazing would it have been to be one of the party members walking into that room? I don't even care if I walked into it as an adult or a child, just to experience it at all. Was that marshmallow, whipped cream or white chocolate in those giant truffles? Dainty butter cups hanging from vines of sugary treats... ::drools:: EVERYTHING IS EATABLE! I mean edible. I mean, you can eat EVERYTHING! And it's early enough into the story that Willy Wonka just seems like a harmless, slightly distracted guy. Until the chocolate river incident. Let's get this experience over with before that.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Diagon Alley. The very day that Harry Potter first comes into Diagon Alley, I would have liked to be a young witch - observing. I wouldn't want to be part of his story, I just want to appreciate his story and wish him the best. In the meantime, I would have been a young witch living in a modern world full of magic. It seems to have been a rather peaceful time up until Harry Potter came onto the scene, don't you think? Let me be to wallow in my false sense of security for my future. My mouth is watering for a Butterbeer as we speak. I imagine it to be a warm butterscotch drink.
Gone With the Wind You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how. If I recall correctly, Rhett did not kiss Scarlett the night he told her that. While I would have enjoyed that bad boy saying those words to me, I prefer to step into the story when he actually DID follow through. Yes, I want to BE Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler on her honeymoon with Rhett in New Orleans. Apart from the fact that I am fascinated by American history and it was freaking NEW ORLEANS, it is my opinion that Scarlett never did appreciate that man. Oh, Rhett...
I've had fun considering the possibilities, but right now in my present mood...come with me, and you'll be in a world of pure imagination.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory The Chocolate Room. How amazing would it have been to be one of the party members walking into that room? I don't even care if I walked into it as an adult or a child, just to experience it at all. Was that marshmallow, whipped cream or white chocolate in those giant truffles? Dainty butter cups hanging from vines of sugary treats... ::drools:: EVERYTHING IS EATABLE! I mean edible. I mean, you can eat EVERYTHING! And it's early enough into the story that Willy Wonka just seems like a harmless, slightly distracted guy. Until the chocolate river incident. Let's get this experience over with before that.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Diagon Alley. The very day that Harry Potter first comes into Diagon Alley, I would have liked to be a young witch - observing. I wouldn't want to be part of his story, I just want to appreciate his story and wish him the best. In the meantime, I would have been a young witch living in a modern world full of magic. It seems to have been a rather peaceful time up until Harry Potter came onto the scene, don't you think? Let me be to wallow in my false sense of security for my future. My mouth is watering for a Butterbeer as we speak. I imagine it to be a warm butterscotch drink.
Gone With the Wind You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how. If I recall correctly, Rhett did not kiss Scarlett the night he told her that. While I would have enjoyed that bad boy saying those words to me, I prefer to step into the story when he actually DID follow through. Yes, I want to BE Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler on her honeymoon with Rhett in New Orleans. Apart from the fact that I am fascinated by American history and it was freaking NEW ORLEANS, it is my opinion that Scarlett never did appreciate that man. Oh, Rhett...
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