Thursday, February 26, 2009

Writer's Workshop

Good morning! Well, it's morning anyway. And, it's supposed to be in the 60's today, so that makes it a good day, right? I'm writing this so I can go do my Wii Fit Yoga. Do you know how much harder it is to do on that than to just follow on TV? Stupid balance board.
The Prompts:1.) For your birthday a sibling has decided to have the first six months of your blog printed and bound. Write a forward for the book.
2.) Write a 26-line poem using all the letters of the alphabet, where the first line starts with the letter "A," the second "B," the third "C," etc., culminating with the final line starting with "Z."(
3.) Start your story with, "In retrospect, I wouldn't say it was my best idea." And end it with, "And that's how I attempted to make this world a better place.(
4.) What would the truth have done? Write about a time when honesty was NOT the best policy.(
5.) What made your childhood bearable? Write about it.

I can't imagine Brad writing more than a sentence for anything, and I am definately not a poet. The "not my best idea" was just posted in pictures with my tomato soup bath of my dog. And the light grey carpet. That's just too painful - not ready to go there yet. Let's go with the truth, and change a couple of details to protect the guilty!

My first year of college I was completely overwhelmed with all the things to do while at college. One of the girls that I had gotten to be pretty good friends with was really into this guy. He had all the "check" marks of the perfect guy. You know, tall, smart, return missionary, car, clean apartment, good grades, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, one night he invited her to come over to his apartment. Now, being the good girls that we were, she wasn't about to go over by herself, and asked me to tag along. I don't know that he had ever even acknowledged my presence. If it had, it was a casual, "Whass'up", and no more than that. She was SO twitter-pated over him. At one point, she got up and went in to use the bathroom. He got up to get a drink, came back, leaned over the back of the couch to where I was sitting, kissed me, (not a swooping, passionate deal, don't get me wrong), stood back up, went back to where he was sitting, and when she came back, was right back to how everything was 2 minutes ago. Meanwhile, I was flabbergasted. Did he just do that? No . . . Did he? What do I do? Oh, this is bad . . . sooo bad. On the way home, I had to hear about how much she just thought he was THE ONE. Er, no, hon, not so much. You SO don't want any part of that. But, I was so afraid that she would blame me, and be mad at me, that I just couldn't tell her.

Fortunately, "relationships" at this said place in the West, were known to be fleeting - a couple of weeks and someone could find themselves engaged or broken hearted, and hers was one of the later. I never did tell her, since she quickly moved on to someone else, as did he . . . many others, I suspect. I saw him several times after that, but he never acknowledged me. Was it a flat out lie? No . . . but would the truth have hurt? Absolutely . . . what would you have done?

Come play with us . . .


Mrs4444 said...

OOOH. That's a tough one!