Thursday, April 16, 2009
It is time once more for Mama Kat's Writer's Challenge. This week the prompts are: 1. If I sent you four hundred dollars today what is ONE thing you would spend it on and why. P.S. I want my change. 2. What are your kids talking about? 3. Tell us about a local news story that's all the buzz right now in your neck of the woods. 4. Share some blogging advice. 5. Tell us about that time at the playground when that thing happened. Ok... #1~~Lets see, I think I would probably buy a lot of little things instead of one thing, but since Mama Kat is forcing me to choose just one, I would say a cleaning service to come and dehair and dedogsnot my house. How many hours would 400 bucks buy?? #2~~S1, is talking about landing the perfect summer job, he is holding out for management :) S2, well today is his birthday and he is bitching that he is at school and not at home where his wonderful momma would cook for him. S3, wants to get his phone back. It was removed from his little texting fingers because he got a crappy math grade. He will get it back when he brings up the grade..(yeah, we ARE the parents from hell.) #3~~Our local hospital was just gobbled up by the Clevel@and Clinic. I can only hope they come in and sweep out all the asshole administrators that are currently there. One of them was a pervert when I worked there 20 years ago, and he still is. All I can say for the reason he hasn't been fired...he must have some pretty good dirt on the two administrators up the ladder from him. #4~~Go for it. I don't hold back and it is such a wonderful release of my scrambled brains. It can be fun, it can be cathartic, it can be very time consuming, but do it anyway. #5~~I had to think about this one for a minute. I haven't been on a playground for a long time. Suddenly, I remembered that in 7th grade (I had moved to a new town and this was a new school to me, where all the kids had been together since 1st grade...don't EVER do that to your kids, it sucks) and I was on the playground at recess. I had made ONE friend and she and I were just standing there watching the torturous kick ball game when I turned around and the cutest boy in the whole school (Mike Sampsel, where are you?) was running backwards and smashed into me. I was horrified and thrilled at the same time. As he was picking himself up off the ground he muttered something about me being in the way, but by then I was certain we would marry someday and our children would play on the same playground. God was I a dolt. Your turn.