Hubby had just cleaned out the corn/pellet burner.
"Honey, you better go wash that off before you get it on something," I said.
He stands up, swipes both his cheeks with his soot covered hands underneath both eyes, and says, "Now do I look like a real football player?"
(Giggles)
School was out for conferences and my 10 year-old daughter was frustrated. She wanted to write very badly, but she needed a computer. The other kids were pretty much taking over it.
"Mom! I want to write, but they are hogging the computer!" she squealed.
I was writing in my room, at my desk. A few minutes later, she comes in, plops on my bed, puts on her reading glasses and begins to read "How to Write Fiction."
"Mom! This stuff is great!" she said fifteen minutes later. "You gotta listen to this..." and she read to me out loud from the book.
(Giggles and head shaking)
And one more,
"Mom!? What's the bus gonna think think when they pull in and see a toilet out there by the door?"
"Why do you think I put it there?," laughed hubby snickering
"Can we cover it up with something?" our 16 year-old begged.
"Uh....no," I said, "It's going to frost tonight and the blanket will just get wet."
The next morning, after the bus had left, I looked outside to see if the barn cats had been fed. Next the the cat feed box, sat the toilet - covered with an old moving blanket. Ha ha ha!
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
The Dentist Office. . .
Be careful what you say and do in public. You may be creating good writing material for someone's upcoming, best selling novel.
The dentist office is a great place to collect writing material. Most days anyway.
During my visit to the dentist, where my youngest had an appointment, writing material was in overflow.
One woman was sitting in the back corner, with her head leaned back, sleeping and snoring. Could you imagine yourself snoring at the dentist?
One woman, a young mother, sat quietly, with her head lowered. I wonder what she was thinking?
One woman, who sat two seats from me, gave me enough material to last a chapter or two. She sat with a laptop open, papers in one hand, and a cell phone in the other. However, halfway through her very long phone conversation (and loud I might add), she ended up putting the laptop away. This woman talked the entire time she sat there, until the office staff called her back for her child. Literally, this woman talked about people, talked about work, and more. She crossed her legs, leaned back, and acted like she had the room to herself. She was annoying too.
After "Annoying Talks A Lot" left the waiting room, another woman entered. She sat on the other side of me, with a table in between us. She too, was fidgeting with her phone, texting possibly or playing games. That was after she made a phone call. But this woman crossed her legs and bounced her foot constantly, as if she had jumping beans in her shoe.
Then I was called to collect my daughter. The fun was over.
This morning I was up very early. The only bathroom is in my bedroom, so it's "Grand Central Station" for the week.
I best get my chores done early, so I can get back to writing. No waiting rooms today, but I have more writing material - conversations while standing in line to vote yesterday.
The dentist office is a great place to collect writing material. Most days anyway.
During my visit to the dentist, where my youngest had an appointment, writing material was in overflow.
One woman was sitting in the back corner, with her head leaned back, sleeping and snoring. Could you imagine yourself snoring at the dentist?
One woman, a young mother, sat quietly, with her head lowered. I wonder what she was thinking?
One woman, who sat two seats from me, gave me enough material to last a chapter or two. She sat with a laptop open, papers in one hand, and a cell phone in the other. However, halfway through her very long phone conversation (and loud I might add), she ended up putting the laptop away. This woman talked the entire time she sat there, until the office staff called her back for her child. Literally, this woman talked about people, talked about work, and more. She crossed her legs, leaned back, and acted like she had the room to herself. She was annoying too.
After "Annoying Talks A Lot" left the waiting room, another woman entered. She sat on the other side of me, with a table in between us. She too, was fidgeting with her phone, texting possibly or playing games. That was after she made a phone call. But this woman crossed her legs and bounced her foot constantly, as if she had jumping beans in her shoe.
Then I was called to collect my daughter. The fun was over.
(My lovely ladies paying me a visit where my desk is inside)
This morning I was up very early. The only bathroom is in my bedroom, so it's "Grand Central Station" for the week.
I best get my chores done early, so I can get back to writing. No waiting rooms today, but I have more writing material - conversations while standing in line to vote yesterday.
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