People who don't pick up their dog's poop on the sidewalk....
Have you ever had a "crappy" day?
Imagine:
It's a beautiful day; a happy day.
Me and little Lucy are out for a walk; she's decked out in her pretty purple collar, and I'm bundled to the neck in coat hat scarf mittens earmuffs boots.
I've got all the good-dog accessories: tennis ball, frisbee, and plastic baggies to pick up the yuckies
We're walking along at a good trot,
Lucy dancing and prancing along the sidewalk,
and I? Well what choice do I have but to follow her cheerily.
When suddenly... schhhheerrrp.
I step in poop.
No, not the poop of my little Lucy
but the poop of some doozie of a doberman
laying innocently (yet- so guiltily) in the middle of the sidewalk.
Several things begin racing through my head:
I have poop on my boot
I can't get it off
Who's the guy who left this mess
Why is it in the middle of the sidewalk?
See there's this thing?
About owning a dog?
It's called "reponsibility."
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Same Story; Different Personalities
1) Loyal
I went to my friend Alex’s part last night; I stayed much later than I had planned, even though it was one of those lame parties where everyone is sitting around playing cheesy games like Pin the Tail on the donkey and Bingo. She’s my best friend though, and she was counting on my attendance. Anyway, the party was kind of awkward, but I did my best to liven up the party. I even tried to start a conga line when that ‘90’s Backstreet Boys song came on. I stayed until the very last person left and helped Alex clean up the plates and half-eaten finger foods that were laying around, and then I headed home. Driving home, my eyes were droopy and I swear I felt my head bob a few times as I rounded the corner to Main Street. When I got home, I dragged myself out of the car and headed up the front stairwell to my apartment. I noticed that the window on the screen door was cracked… how did that happen? Finally, even in my overtired state, I called my landlord to let him know- I felt as though it was my responsibility.
2) Grouchy
I have never been so angry with my stupid twin sister… dragging me to that stupid party where all of those stupid teenagers (yeah, I know, I’m a teenager too..) were playing Spin the Bottle. I couldn’t even stand to look at all of those stupid kids who only cared about rigging the game so they could get a measly peck on the cheek from that kid they’ve been obsessing over for months. Ah, unrequited love… how romantic. Puhh. I had finally had enough, and I told my sister that either we were leaving together, now, or I was going to tell Mom and Dad that some kid brought booze to the party and was slipping it in everyone’s Hi-C. She promptly obliged. We traipsed through the neighbor’s yards until we reached our front steps. Ridiculous. Of course it would start raining at this moment. We quickly made up a story: my sister thought she dropped her cell phone in the front yard, so she dragged me out of bed to look for it. Just then, I noticed the crack in the front window. “Amy! You jerk! You told me that the baseball didn’t break the window! Guess who’s gonna have to pay for this one?”
I went to my friend Alex’s part last night; I stayed much later than I had planned, even though it was one of those lame parties where everyone is sitting around playing cheesy games like Pin the Tail on the donkey and Bingo. She’s my best friend though, and she was counting on my attendance. Anyway, the party was kind of awkward, but I did my best to liven up the party. I even tried to start a conga line when that ‘90’s Backstreet Boys song came on. I stayed until the very last person left and helped Alex clean up the plates and half-eaten finger foods that were laying around, and then I headed home. Driving home, my eyes were droopy and I swear I felt my head bob a few times as I rounded the corner to Main Street. When I got home, I dragged myself out of the car and headed up the front stairwell to my apartment. I noticed that the window on the screen door was cracked… how did that happen? Finally, even in my overtired state, I called my landlord to let him know- I felt as though it was my responsibility.
2) Grouchy
I have never been so angry with my stupid twin sister… dragging me to that stupid party where all of those stupid teenagers (yeah, I know, I’m a teenager too..) were playing Spin the Bottle. I couldn’t even stand to look at all of those stupid kids who only cared about rigging the game so they could get a measly peck on the cheek from that kid they’ve been obsessing over for months. Ah, unrequited love… how romantic. Puhh. I had finally had enough, and I told my sister that either we were leaving together, now, or I was going to tell Mom and Dad that some kid brought booze to the party and was slipping it in everyone’s Hi-C. She promptly obliged. We traipsed through the neighbor’s yards until we reached our front steps. Ridiculous. Of course it would start raining at this moment. We quickly made up a story: my sister thought she dropped her cell phone in the front yard, so she dragged me out of bed to look for it. Just then, I noticed the crack in the front window. “Amy! You jerk! You told me that the baseball didn’t break the window! Guess who’s gonna have to pay for this one?”
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Flash Fiction - The Driver's POV
It had been one of those days where you can't find socks that matched, your 3 year old daughter Bianca smeared strained peas on her clean clothes, and the top of the sugar shaker fell off into your coffee. Annemarie was certain that nothing could make her day turn out any better than it had started. She gathered the baby, her briefcase, and her syrupy-sweet coffee and slammed the front door behind her. She buckled Bianca into her carseat and ran around to the the driver’s side. As would be expected, in the moments between leaving the house and getting into the car, the sky exploded into ropes of heavy rain. Annemarie sat in the driver’s seat, and, on the verge of tears, pulled out her key to slide into the ignition.
The key stopped short, and with exasperation, Annemarie forced harder until she realized that her husband had thoughtfully tucked several daisies into the ignition. Attached was a note on the back of his business card: “Looking forward to our weekend plans… have a wonderful day. Love, Me.”
She sighed and decided to take a few moments to refocus herself before dropping Bianca off at the sitter. She skeptically uttered a quick prayer for protection, strength, and the ability to make it through the day unscathed.
Annemarie pulled onto the street, and saw, out of the corner of her eye, a small white dog dash in front of her. Slamming on the brakes, she heard the sickening screech of her tires on the road beneath her. Time stood still as she opened the door and stepped onto the street. The elderly woman chasing the dog yelled a few choice words at Annemarie and continued on her way.
Stunned, Annemarie slumped to the ground. Had her skeptical prayers been answered?
The key stopped short, and with exasperation, Annemarie forced harder until she realized that her husband had thoughtfully tucked several daisies into the ignition. Attached was a note on the back of his business card: “Looking forward to our weekend plans… have a wonderful day. Love, Me.”
She sighed and decided to take a few moments to refocus herself before dropping Bianca off at the sitter. She skeptically uttered a quick prayer for protection, strength, and the ability to make it through the day unscathed.
Annemarie pulled onto the street, and saw, out of the corner of her eye, a small white dog dash in front of her. Slamming on the brakes, she heard the sickening screech of her tires on the road beneath her. Time stood still as she opened the door and stepped onto the street. The elderly woman chasing the dog yelled a few choice words at Annemarie and continued on her way.
Stunned, Annemarie slumped to the ground. Had her skeptical prayers been answered?
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Sammy, the Himalayan cat, scurried down the dark alley. He couldn't help but think about how hungry he was, especially after the night he had. Around the corner, he caught sight of waht looked like heaven: a dumpster. He immediately hopped inside. After feasting on moldy peas and what might have once been pie, he fell asleep purring happily.
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Sammy, the Himalayan cat, scurried down the dark alley. Before becoming a stray, he lived in a swanky high-rise with his old cat-lady owner named Miss Bernice.
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Sammy, the Himalayan cat, scurried down the dark alley. Before becoming a stray, he lived in a swanky high-rise with his old cat-lady owner named Miss Bernice.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Food Face
Ink Peppers Writing Group - 12/2/09 - This is a fun exercise or creative writing prompt: make a list of all the foods that are traditional or important in your family. Then, turn them into poetry or prose describing who you are.
These are some amaaaaaaaaazing foods that are pretty typical to eat in my family...
- Sour Red Cabbage - shredded, simmered with apple cider vinegar, Crisco, and chopped-up apples.
- Mashed potatoes and gravy- what makes this special is the peas mixed in!
- Johnny Cake- I don't think we make it the right way- it's just mushed up cornbread with milk and honey
- Soup and Sandwiches (BLT's and tomato soup with milk- not water)
- Apple pie with vanilla ice cream
- Coffee Mania coffee- what started off as a special treat on hard-working days quickly became a daily ritual.
- Nestle Toll House cookies
- Leftover Soup- take whatever meat and vegetables are in the fridge/freezer, mix them with some stock and spices, and call it leftover soup!
Me:
An apple pie lady with a soup-and-sandwiches attitude,
Coffeemania energy and a red cabbage spunk
I'll take my mashed potatoes (and mix in the peas)
And end up with a life of Leftover Soup (something old, something new!)
Savor it fully with Toll House cookies to finish :o)
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