I had planned to wait and respond to this prompt later this week. But when an idea strikes, I’ve got to run with it (while laughing) and well…maybe I’m procrastinating due to the fact that the big four oh is less than um…a week out. You know… Either/or.
Write Now December 3rd Prompt
won’t might be a little late, but I’ll be home for the holidays.”
Life was good. New job, new car, a soon to be wife. Finally. He had come into his own. Who said that you couldn’t do what you loved and make a living from it? If he had listened to his parents and gone into the family business, he’d have been one unhappy man right now. He wasn’t cut out to milk snakes for their venom, respectable a profession though it might be. It wasn’t his thing. Take that Mom and Dad, you were wrong. I’m not a snake milker, I’m a friggin’ pyro haha!
He couldn’t wait to get home, kick back with a beer, after he double checked to be certain there wasn’t a snake surprise waiting for him-his parents were really twisted sometimes, and then rub everyone’s nose in the fact that his little hobby was more than lucrative, it was going like…well…like a house afire. Being a pyromaniac was his mission in life, just as his being a special effects pyro-tech was his calling. Well until he started his own business anyway.
Eager to get out of the heavy nomex encapsulating him most of the day and to wash the smoke and the sweat from his hide, he almost didn’t see the white paper taped to his locker. He had to read it twice, the damn flame thrower still had bugs needing to be worked out and his eyes had to be swollen, because this-no. No way. He stared at the note informing him that his request for time off for the holidays had been denied. Denied a chance to-uh uh. Hell no. He bet he knew just how to get out from under that little problem. After all, the flame thrower was buggy and it did have a wicked sensitive hair trigger.
Write Now Prompt for November 29, 2013
Only the crazy and the guilt tripped go out on Black Friday…
He had insisted he would not go into the stores on Black Friday, yet there he was pushing his way through the crowd. Amazing how she could utilize the exact same guilt trips she’d used on him for the past five years. Even more amazing that those tired old guilt trips were still so effective. There really should be an expiration on those things. A clause so guys like him wouldn’t have to suffer for a screwup made years prior and forgotten. Well, until she wanted something. And wanted him to do it.
He ground his teeth and muscled his way through the crowd that had gathered to watch the swiftly escalating argument between a nun and a large housewife over a Just Dance video game. He never would’ve ever guessed that nuns danced, much less that they danced to Gangnam Style. Or that they had such an admirable command over that kind of language. Go figure. His money was on the nun.
Didn’t change the fact that he was a total idiot. One trip down memory lane with her full lips drawn in a pout, one pleading look along with the mention of a possibility of his getting lucky, and where was he? Right. Idiot. Might as well be wearing a sandwich board proclaiming he was whupped.
This is my very first attempt at both flash fiction
and writing for just five minutes.
It’s a lot of fun! But please be gentle
“I’m grateful for…um…for…Wait, I know this…”
I know I’m grateful about something. Not going to lie though. This year has been a rocky one and I’ve not been rolling with or even twerking (yeahh rightt) to the beat as well as I’d like. Despite that, I managed to find 5 things I’m honestly grateful for having. And okay, so they may not be things that would ordinarily be on a traditional It’s Thanksgiving and I’m Grateful List, but this is what I’ve got to work with.
5 Grateful Things…
My Humor. As warped and twisted as it can be, I wouldn’t have made it through some royally nasty, life sucks so bad variety of snafus. And I came through grinning, maybe while tears rolled but I was still grinning. That counts.
My Stubbornness. I refuse to quit. Anything. I haven’t quit trying (insert any category here) even when others would have. I persist and I’m (usually)glad I did.
My Insatiable curiosity. If I weren’t always questioning the why of it all, then I’d not have been able to locate some of my better talents, pounce and sit on them so they didn’t run away.
Duck. (my son) He’s the one that talks (cons) me into believing that I can do it. Even if the it is my having to pay up on my bet with a Duck or scary or cold, or all of that and embarrassing. And because when he looks at me and smiles his gorgeous gap toothed smile, he makes me feel like the not so fun parts of life aren’t all that bad after all. He tells me I’m the best Mom in the world (even if I’m not) though usually when he wants me to do something that’s cold, scary-you get the idea.
The Redneck. (my guy) He shows me by doing and not just saying, what the real meaning of love is and he does it yelling his favorite word. Okay so that’s the clean one. The others cannot be typed here, for fear of the laptop bursting into flame.
A car that isn’t currently in safety mode (it still hates my guts, it told me so)
An updated (and working) exercise playlist
I have only 1 family function to attend tomorrow.
From our family to yours, have a good Thanksgiving and be grateful for something in your life. I am, so can you.
Dear Murphy’s Law,
You’re the master when it comes to teaching me what my shins are really for, mostly they’re for when the breaker pops at 0500. And I have to trump outside to the breaker box (a sadist built our house) in the bracing, freeze your nose hairs into pointy little spikes chill, clad only in my non-thermal pj’s and armed with my cell as a flashlight. I would’ve used the real flashlight, but then I’d have needed to see to find it. Thank you so much for clearing up the shin part though. Seems like I had it all wrong.
And the thing you did, you know, with the unexpected guests arriving at bedtime the night before? Awesome work, I never saw it coming. Having them bear loads of laundry for the washer to rumba all night, gotta give you credit-that was a nice touch. Oh and getting Duck riled up on sugar so he could chatter to his cousin? Yeah that rocked. The lack of sleep I got sure came in handy for pounding the anatomy lesson deep into my brain, I promise it’ll remain there. Forever.
But you had only warmed up, hadn’t you? Because today was nothing short of amazing. I can imagine the picture I must’ve made, clad once more in my other pj’s that aren’t thermal either (because that lesson hadn’t been reinforced), sitting inside my less than year old car, key in the ignition and clutch engaged but no engine turning over. Oh and staring at the dashboard. The non-lighting dashboard, I might add. That was-wow! You really outdid yourself there. Because I’d have never even entertained the thought that you could cause the anti-theft system link to break (for no discernible reason the tech could find) locking the car into safety (non-drive mode). One fell swoop and you effectively rendered us stuck without transportation on a school day, an important school day no less, you are a genius! How ever did you come up with that one? You owe me for the tow and a finger by the way. Guess which finger.
Look Murph, I know it’s fun-for you-and I know that you and I will never see eye to eye on…well…everything, but could you lay off? Maybe teach someone else some valuable life lessons? All that trauma in 2 days is enough to break anyone and I’m not anyone. NaNoWriMo is on it’s last week and I’m whupped. I hope you understand. In short, I hate your stinkin’ guts! There, I said it. Seriously, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. It’s not nice to play mind games with the head of an almost 40 year old chick with ADHD who can’t remember to tie her shoes on a normal day. But I think I might be able to help. Here’s this list of people…
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- Murphy’s Law (dailyrandomblogger.wordpress.com)