tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34312690981401138252024-03-21T20:00:27.205-07:00Write From JillJillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-45990125301370661482011-05-15T19:41:00.000-07:002011-05-17T20:40:18.164-07:00One of my favsRemember me?!<br /><br />It's been a while, but I'm still here.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" alt="Mama’s Losin’ It" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-style:italic;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>This week, Mama Kat has some good writing prompts. I chose prompt #5: List ten favorite things about one of your favorite people.</b></div></span><br />See if you can guess which favorite person I am writing to.<div><br /></div><div>#1. You are the first person to notice when I'm having a bad day and do your best to make me happier.</div><div><br /></div><div>#2. You are a role model for your peers in many, many ways.</div><div><br /></div><div>#3. Your heart is true, full of compassion especially for people less fortunate than us.</div><div><br /></div><div>#4. You do everything with 100% of yourself.</div><div><br /></div><div>#5. You have eye lashes longer than anyone I've ever seen.</div><div><br /></div><div>#6. You are so stinkin' smart!</div><div><br /></div><div>#7. You are always honest.</div><div><br /></div><div>#8. You took your baptism very seriously and truly understood the importance of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>#9. You are the kind of friend everyone wants to have.</div><div><br /></div><div>#10. You never give up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have you figured it out yet?</div><div><br /></div><div>It's my 10 year old son, Lucas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVwWA3WXquRgM-nKhnLNu14n135vu6Dh8N2icskwM6pWkNqb33zX5KXsRGZToH7I7ike1nKdHthm-itZ-b0mqGs8QJSy1QmRg0ZSjGMOvbEr6HUrgoBRPu4TYUk35_1idch56lV1eBVE/s1600/IMG_0231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVwWA3WXquRgM-nKhnLNu14n135vu6Dh8N2icskwM6pWkNqb33zX5KXsRGZToH7I7ike1nKdHthm-itZ-b0mqGs8QJSy1QmRg0ZSjGMOvbEr6HUrgoBRPu4TYUk35_1idch56lV1eBVE/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607706370318201170" /></a></div><div>Love you, Bud!</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-74210670327915214232011-03-24T00:00:00.000-07:002011-03-24T06:26:43.670-07:00It drives him NUTS<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">I love Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop! Here's this week's prompt:</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" alt="Mama’s Losin’ It" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><b><i>Something you do that drives your significant other CRAZY.</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">That's easy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">BLOGGING.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">I guess I haven't adequately explained to him how much I enjoy all aspects of it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">Obviously the act of writing and creatively expressing myself are appealing to me. I guess it's kind of like having a diary or journal as a kid. Blogging is a way to get those feelings out.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">The whole reason I started blogging was to document our lives. Honestly, I cannot wait to turn my blog into a book or books. I hope my kids will look back through it and recall all the good memories they had growing up. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">And who knew I'd love creating cute headers and little blog buttons. It's like coloring for adults! And those </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">plug-ins and widgets? I thrive on figuring all of those things out.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">But when I try to explain all of those things to Alex, he would still rather me spend my time doing other things.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><i>How about you? Does your spouse support your blogging? How do you handle it?</i></span></span></div></span></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-79990016282950174322011-03-18T21:00:00.000-07:002011-03-19T06:23:20.782-07:00The test.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><b><i>This week's Red Writing Hood assignment is to write - fiction or non-fiction - about a time when you took a detour. Where had you intended to go and where did you end up?</i></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a border="0" href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>As soon as I read this prompt, I knew exactly what I would write about. It's my true story.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">We had been dating about 4 months and were completely in love.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex & I discussed moving in together once I finished teaching that school year. We hadn't figured out where just yet since I lived in Chicago and Alex lived in Danville. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I told my roommates about my plans to live with Alex.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then Alex took a Harley trip all the way to Daytona. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was so worried about him. Riding a motorcycle across the country didn't sound very safe to me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The 3rd day Alex was in Florida I told him that my period was a few days late and showed no signs of making its appearance.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When he eventually made it back safe & sound a few days later my period <i>still</i> hadn't come.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was scared.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">No, terrified.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I couldn't believe I was actually buying a pregnancy test.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I took it with me when I went to see Alex that weekend.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex tried his best to reassure me that we weren't pregnant, and that we would be okay if we were pregnant.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So first thing in the morning I meticulously followed the instructions of the pregnancy test and laid down with Alex for the longest 5 minutes of my life. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tick, tick, tick.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We didn't say much. Just stared at the walls.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tick, tick, tick.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What would I say anyway? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tick, tick, tick.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Finally it came time to see the results.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I had left the pregnancy test in the bathroom and didn't want to go look.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex inevitably got up and walked into the bathroom.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He said nothing. Not one sound or word. Absolutely nothing.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I knew what that silence meant, but I had to see for myself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So I took deep breath and walked into the bathroom. I saw Alex standing there, still and silent just staring at the test on the counter.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I took a few more steps and stood next to him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I looked down.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And saw two pink lines.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was pregnant. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In that moment my mind went blank.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This was not the plan.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This was <i>not</i> the plan!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If the current 35 year old Jill would have told that scared to death 24 year old Jill how things end up, I don't think she would have believed herself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That detour 11 years ago? Yeah, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Because now Alex & I are married with 3 kids and loving life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-45365738792633130752011-03-17T10:50:00.000-07:002011-03-17T11:36:22.176-07:00My own boutique<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "><b>Prompt #3.) I often daydream about…</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" alt="Mama’s Losin’ It" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Having my own store.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.bagsbyjill.com/">Bags by Jill</a> has been in my basement for 4 years now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's usually a big mess because personal stuff gets mixed in with the business stuff. And I have a small space to work in. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I try my best to keep things organized, but it's not easy. At all.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A revamped ribbon rack has helped a ton!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn-6wxivffhAOJfIukZ_yn-E_-DmgYZB-VeQ0vvNUL7bL2pYSk1rdFvYZtN1TR7LF79ewq34M9Loj_DN0MHRIossTgDl1fPJkbvnQoR6Xegqo6BtoIewHIC8a-vC2UbSjOkrn4yH-VoJM/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585110538642959682" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But what I picture in my head is...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A wall of ribbons - about 10 times bigger than what I have now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qQHKHgHQZ9p2f_DtoiE1-yNpvrn1KiHsqgXFMfqOdKL6VaAan47-smC-NQie9HYdxrmjEYMSP-UHOM7zmBWeBdtXnXwM7S9vz48MLnOU8-Js8KT2wnpDvYheB2lAwMa7SeHHBEBhaSI/s320/ribbonwall.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 201px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585115966545022610" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That room is filled with fabrics, large tables, cutting boards, and cutting tools. The fabrics would be on bolts just like in fabric stores, because this is the easiest way to store them while easily cut them too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7Dbf7tYqRaIFbx605nvT-DxKXFiyyUDI9_SEFisIe-0og35B58pgQRPVXJfLZfNOAR7d4XHn8c7sWdAhG3Z0xvFjIU3tIcbOgsFjCLrGzxFXqtHIUY6RLb0f-BXC5oR_gSMt9soWA2Q/s1600/fabricwall.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7Dbf7tYqRaIFbx605nvT-DxKXFiyyUDI9_SEFisIe-0og35B58pgQRPVXJfLZfNOAR7d4XHn8c7sWdAhG3Z0xvFjIU3tIcbOgsFjCLrGzxFXqtHIUY6RLb0f-BXC5oR_gSMt9soWA2Q/s320/fabricwall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585116797107659506" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Next to that room would be a room with a nice, big embroidery machine and all the thread & tools needed for embroidering.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBjrVIGpKIu9UrhWHOX66rlhwC4ZLbTPxrCNtH_8b6RczFYRJ3TOxoVnrO2Bk0HUfZLTc7TnvphFJtMeoIW4Z1AVSscOGQO4Pd13LXLP9lsjj5i1lQrGTJM8s8Y7nqeBmXx1rZaPk-bE/s320/embroiderymachine.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585117918847963570" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The sewing would all take place in a room next to the embroidery room. I imagine 3 machines with nicely organized, easy to access thread, rulers, fabric pencils, scissors and more.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">These 3 rooms would all have an iron & ironing board in them. <i>(Nobody ever told me ironing was such a big part of sewing.)</i> I wouldn't necessarily need 3 different rooms - 1 huge room would work too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">But there would also be a front room for the customers. This is were I would display large fabric & ribbon swatches. I would also have many products ready to sell, shown on shelves & display units. Like a small boutique with a handful of employees.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxtKtwq92NyrCJl3DSQv3W6IMmGSGERiAk2ashwiXnMCD4XOtDugHkrFx_CL9RsBxqkUZkLQVYXAdmqNquytt-PIB8wdJvHX_621_oY469GUOGfWrU2ebW2DIVuDQmusx41vmK3jL2-0/s1600/boutique.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxtKtwq92NyrCJl3DSQv3W6IMmGSGERiAk2ashwiXnMCD4XOtDugHkrFx_CL9RsBxqkUZkLQVYXAdmqNquytt-PIB8wdJvHX_621_oY469GUOGfWrU2ebW2DIVuDQmusx41vmK3jL2-0/s320/boutique.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585118836666736018" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I would also need an office. We can't forget about the accounting/bookkeeping part of it!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Can you picture it too? Anyone what to give me a few $100,000 to make my dream come true? Anyone? Anyone?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I girl can dream, right?</div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-63028952065697211972011-03-14T19:34:00.000-07:002011-05-22T18:43:30.004-07:00Pour some sugar on it<div>Growing up I remember going to local strawberry patches with my mom & 2 sisters.</div><div><br /></div><div>The fields were usually soggy and muddy, sometimes suctioning our shoes right into the ground.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <img 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/></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Google image</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Then there was inevitably the all-too-swishy strawberry. As soon as I touched it, I immediately dropped it to the ground because it was rotten. I would scream and refuse to pick any more.</div><div><br />But eventually I did pick more. Usually only the strawberries from the <i>top</i> of the plant. Until I picked up one with a spider on it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Without fail, by the time we finished in the field my younger sister's face would be completely red. Who knows how many strawberries she ate while we were out there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once home, we (meaning my mom) cleaned the berries and our dirty feet and hands.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQlQgzl3Gt9D_F-k5fF_IPWwH-Qb9iqDGmnZXbcNrUoPTMRS4qS" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">Google image</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Before my mom even had a chance to cut the stems off, we each had our own bowl of strawberries. Just good ole, plain strawberries. </div><div><br /></div><div>Right next to 3 bowls of sugar! One for each of us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nobody had to teach me the most effective way to get tons of sugar on my strawberries. The inside wetness was perfect for sticking the grainy sugar to the scrumptious strawberries. Those second and third bites were the best!</div><div><br /></div><div>It's a tradition I've passed onto my own children. <span class="Apple-style-span">Even though sometimes Blake asks for just a bowl of sugar!</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a border="0" href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i856.photobucket.com/albums/ab126/kates78/rememberedbutton.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><b><i>This week, we'd like for you to write about your favorite fresh fruit or vegetable.</i></b></span></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-47309439584312488982011-03-11T06:38:00.000-08:002011-03-10T22:28:28.455-08:00The fall<div><div>I'm not going to lie.</div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't pretty. Honestly, it was down right ugly.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last year she fell down the stairs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hard.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexLwKqn_ZIrD5PJ8Nqwnoe4gpaohQSwZJ31IcDhZI_aCYk-LUMbOBr-3CqmOTMBdxL9n9LQWkmjxr1ApIh5MU-dLZypzkJjLWRM1ssESZ9REnPvC_gQ-A73fOfZw_E225Xx0Xr_-VujM/s1600/fall_down.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexLwKqn_ZIrD5PJ8Nqwnoe4gpaohQSwZJ31IcDhZI_aCYk-LUMbOBr-3CqmOTMBdxL9n9LQWkmjxr1ApIh5MU-dLZypzkJjLWRM1ssESZ9REnPvC_gQ-A73fOfZw_E225Xx0Xr_-VujM/s200/fall_down.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582682847526079026" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">www.sodahead.com</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexLwKqn_ZIrD5PJ8Nqwnoe4gpaohQSwZJ31IcDhZI_aCYk-LUMbOBr-3CqmOTMBdxL9n9LQWkmjxr1ApIh5MU-dLZypzkJjLWRM1ssESZ9REnPvC_gQ-A73fOfZw_E225Xx0Xr_-VujM/s1600/fall_down.jpeg"></a><div><br /></div><div>Debbie was at work when she slipped. And as usual she was multitasking; talking on her cell phone, carrying an armful of files, and trying to find her keys in her purse.</div><div><br /></div><div>The poor woman really doesn't know how it happened. But before she knew it, Debbie was face up looking at a blizzard of papers flying around the room. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Holy crap! Did anyone see that? Can they see my underwear?"</i> were her first thoughts. </div><div><br /></div><div>And her shoulder hurt. <i>"How the heck did I hurt my shoulder? Sheesh!"</i> </div><div><br /></div><div>As she made her way back to her feet, the last of the papers finally landed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Debbie scanned the area. She was looking for her phone and praying nobody was nearby to witness her nasty faux pas.</div><div><br /></div><div>But she wasn't that lucky. A man was coming her way and obviously knew what just happened.</div><div><br /></div><div>Debbie quickly avoided eye contact, still visually searching for her phone.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"Are you okay?"</i> asked the man as he picked up & handed over her iPhone.</div><div><br /></div><div>She had to suck it up & look him in the eyes at that point. She was mortified. Humiliated. Completely embarrassed. </div><div><br /></div><div>But the man was a real gentleman and helped her gather everything together. As they did so, they chatted to fill the awkward silence, and Debbie learned his name was John.</div><div><br /></div><div>Within a few minutes the chit-chat turned to giggles. Debbie had to laugh at herself. And after John knew that she was fine, he couldn't help but laugh too.</div><div><br /></div><div>The two were there for quite some time. And once Debbie had all of her things, John walked her to her car. They stood there talking until Debbie had to go. But before John let her drive away, he asked for her phone number.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>So you see, had it not been for that brutal fall, Debbie & John would never have met. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>:: That was the story of how John & Debbie met. That story was also the Maid of Honor speech I gave at Debbie & John's wedding last night. </div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><b><i>This week's assignment is to write a short piece, either fiction or non-fiction, about something ugly - and find the beauty in it.</i></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a border="0" href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-69347477743555484872011-03-09T16:34:00.001-08:002011-03-09T16:41:51.107-08:00She left me speechless<div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><p>This week, Mama Kat offered 5 awesome prompts. I could think of good stories for most of these:</p><p>1.) Write about a time a friend left you speechless.<br />2.) What would it take for you to pick up and move?<br />3.) A memorable neighbor.<br />4.) Write a poem about that time you were left behind.<br />5.) A song with significance.</p><p>So I'm going to start from the top today and save the rest to use later on.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center; "><a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" _mce_href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" _mce_src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" alt="Mama's Losin' It" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p _mce_style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center; "><strong><em>Write about a time a friend left you speechless.</em></strong></p><p>Immediately, one moment comes to mind....</p><p>I was in college, so I was probably 19 years old.</p><p>A group of us were out one night. There were maybe 5 or 6 of us.</p><p>We had been drinking (but I have no clue who got us our beer). Being the sneaky girls that we were, we poured our beer into empty McDonald's cups.</p><p>We ended up at a bowling alley. This was not something we normally did, but we had a blast. I was not the DD and was feeling pretty tipsy.</p><p>Two of us went to the bathroom, because teen age girls can't seem to ever go to the bathroom alone, right?</p><p>As we were finishing up and washing our hands, my friend sat up on the counter. She said, "I have to tell you something."</p><p>I was smiling & giggling from drinking the contents of my McDonald's cup, and I naively said, "Okay. What?"</p><p>"I had an abortion."</p><p><em>~~~ buzz kill~~~</em></p><p>I was speechless. I thought I knew this person but evidently I did not.</p><p>"My boyfriend & I went out of town last month & had it done. I wanted to tell you, but I knew I wouldn't have enough nerve unless we were drinking," she said.</p><p>Still, I stood in silence. All I could do was give her a hug.</p><p>I can't remember what was said next or even how we awkwardly left the restroom to rejoin our friends. I was so blown away with her news!</p><p>We never mentioned it again, and our relationship was never the same.</p><p>I have still, to this day, never told another person.</p><p>Remember my <a href="http://www.haglerhappenings.com/2010/11/the-a-word/"><i>The "A" word</i></a> post? I wonder how my friend feels about her decision now, 15 years later.</p></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-7423610015410752202011-03-07T11:17:00.000-08:002011-03-07T20:53:34.940-08:00Christmas 1997Family is so important to me, and back in 1997 for Christmas break, I returned home from college. <div><br /></div><div>I was 21, a few months away from graduating, and life was great.</div><div><br /></div><div>With a total of 6 kids between my mom & step-dad, the house was chaotic, loud, and so much fun! I always looked forward to coming home for the holidays. </div><div><br /></div><div>By the time I got home, my older sister & her boyfriend were already there. </div><div><br /></div><div>I put my bags down & popped open up a beer. I barely sat down at the table when my sister smiled and lifted up her left hand, palm facing her so that I could see the beautiful engagement ring on her ring finger! I couldn't get to her fast enough and nearly spilled my beer trying to dive across the table. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh! It was such an exciting time!</div><div><br /></div><div>Many of us invited our boyfriend/girlfriend over to celebrate the holiday with our family which led to seating 14 people at our dinner table.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>14!</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Some of us had to sit at the corner of the dinning room table on old rusty folding chair. The last ones to the table got the shaft. It was great!</div><div><br /></div><div>Dinner conversation turned towards crazy stories from my step-brother who was still in college. Interesting how things always seemed to happen to him when he was completely innocent. We didn't buy it for a second.</div><div><br /></div><div>My younger sister was the youngest of our herd and became an easy target for teasing. It was a role she didn't initially like, but over the past 6 years since being a blended family, she accepted the part as a symbol of love.</div><div><br /></div><div>That was the last Christmas before we 'kids' started getting married. In 1997 we ranged in ages from 19 - 26. </div><div><br /></div><div>We were all young adults. </div><div><br /></div><div>We were all equals. </div><div><br /></div><div>We were all in transitions in our lives.</div><div><br /></div><div>We were all not-yet parents.</div><div><br /></div><div>Between 1997 and 2000 marked a great time in our large family. </div><div> </div><div>In the year 2000, we had 2 babies join us for Christmas. By 2010, we had 8.</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a border="0" href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i856.photobucket.com/albums/ab126/kates78/rememberedbutton.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><i><b>Imagine you are meeting someone for the first time. You want to tell them about yourself.</b></i></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><i><b></b></i><b><i>Instead of reciting a laundry list of what you do or where you're from, please give us a scene from your life that best illustrates your true self.</i></b></span></span><br /></div></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-72420241342424233732011-03-03T22:21:00.000-08:002011-03-03T22:22:54.145-08:00The RiverEvery other weekend was their time to be together. Sam hated the custody agreement. Four days a month wasn't enough time for him to be with his teenage son, Justin.<br /><br />But that day, the two of them were spending the day fishing with friends.<br /><br />Some guys at school had told Justin about a hot spot along the river just outside of town. Sam & Justin usually fished in ponds, and the river wasn't a place they were familiar with. But they were excited to try something new.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img 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alt="" width="259" height="194" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Google image</span></div><br />The guys didn't waste any time once they got to 'the spot.' Hooks were baited. Lines were cast. Life was good. It nice for them to just hang out.<br /><br />Everyone was standing barefoot in the shallow water.<br /><br />It had rained the day before, and the river's current was strong.<br /><br />They were only a few feet into the water, and Sam was standing right beside Justin.<br /><br />Then Justin walked a little further into the water & stepped off of a sudden drop-off. In less than a split second, Justin was down in the water.<br /><br />Sam felt Justin grab for his legs, but the current was too strong.<br /><br />Justin was gone.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" alt="" /></a></div><br /><em><strong>Water gives life. It also takes it away. </strong></em><em><strong>Write a short piece - fiction or non-fiction - inspired by one or both of these statements.</strong></em><br /><br /><em>*Unfortunately, this story was loosely inspired by a true story that happened last year here in town. </em>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-37725380606489490652011-02-18T18:01:00.000-08:002011-02-18T18:02:51.994-08:00Is she you?I am really excited about today's post!<br /><br />Today's red writing hood post should be no more than 600 words and should take no longer than 3 minutes to read aloud. And a character MUST tell a joke and a character MUST cry. One character can do both.<br /><br />She loved being a stay at home mom to her 3 kids.<br /><br />The kids never had to worry about who was getting them from place to place; it was always her. She was the one person the kids could always count on to meet their needs.<br /><br />They usually had a good time.<br /><br />All 4 of them agreed that one thing was not fun - shopping.<br /><br />But it had to be done as a group during summer break.<br /><br />Half way through the trip to the grocery store everyone was still behaving. Whew!<br /><br />She heard Megan ask her brothers What did the tree name her baby? Jake shrugged his shoulders and said in his cute 4 year old voice I don't know.<br /><br />Woody! Megan blurted out.<br /><br />Jake thought that was pretty cool since Toy Story 3 was his favorite movie.<br /><br />As they giggled, their mother smiled and thought Okay just 3 more things and we'll be out of here with no melt downs or drama.<br /><br />The few items remaining on the list were in the produce section. She just wanted to grab some grapes, potatoes, and lettuce.<br /><br />Yes! It's always so nice when the kids behave in the store. Maybe I'll let them pick out a little something in the checkout line. Wow my life has changed since staying home with these guys. Who would've thought a trip to the store could make or break my da-<br /><br />Her train of thought was broken by the thud of something or somethings hitting the ground.<br /><br />Marcus (the 10 year old) was scolding Jake for touching the apples. Megan chimed in saying Oh my gosh, Jake! Why did you do that?!<br /><br />Jake's face said it all with the big bottom lip and the huge crocodile tears. He knew this was bad.<br /><br />He managed to whisper I justed wanted some apples.<br /><br />She took a deep breath and tried not to worry about everyone staring at them. Well, we have to buy these now, she said while scooping the busted apples up into a produce bag.<br /><br />The older two kids kept scolding, which wasn't helpful. She tried to keep cool while she gave them 'the look.'<br /><br />She got down to Jake's level. This is why we don't touch things in the store, right Jake?<br /><br />He was beyond embarrassed & buried his wet face in her neck. She heaved him up and ordered Marcus & Megan to grab the grapes & lettuce. The potatoes could wait.<br /><br />They moved as quickly as possible to the checkout line.<br /><br />*Heavy sigh* So much for a drama-free shopping trip.<br /><br />........................................................................<br /><br />After taking part in the #trdc Twitter party Wednesday evening, I was all kinds of inspired to write this post. Thanks girls!<br /><br />Word count: 511<br /><br />Feel free to critique if you want to. I have never done any 'writing' before The Red Dress Club, so be gentle. =)Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-2086201761699597172011-02-18T17:58:00.000-08:002011-02-18T17:59:47.737-08:00I could never have imagined...<a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" mce_href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" mce_href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" mce_href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" mce_src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></div><p></p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">I could never have imagined a more emotional day.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Really it started out like most days. I was in a hurry to get to work, and traffic was horrendous. The smell of exhaust always made me feel sick to my stomach. Or maybe it was my nerves that morning.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">That was the biggest day of my career. It was all on my shoulders to seal the deal with IBM.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">We <span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-style: italic; ">needed</span> that deal. The bad economy had been brutal on us, and without that account we would have had to do some serious down-sizing.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">We weren't a large company by any means. And I had become good friends with so many of the women I worked with.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">I didn't want to see any of them, or myself, go.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">A few of us grabbed a quick lunch, but I was too nervous to eat much. Once back at the office I looked over my notes one last time then started the proposal.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Things seemed to go well. IBM was very receptive to my ideas. And at the end of the meeting they accepted my offer!</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">That was huge! It was great for the company. And of course for me too.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">After work several of us went out to celebrate. I loved having those women in my life. They were pretty much <span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-style: italic; ">the only</span>people in my life.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">To be surrounded by such amazing friends at that point was too overwhelming to hold it in. As things sometimes went after a few drinks, I teared up & got emotional.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">We continued to talk & laugh & have a good time.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Eventually most of my friends needed to get home, and it was just me and Janet.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Janet was older than me, 17 years older to be exact. But she was my best friend.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">When my parents were killed 3 years earlier, Janet was the one friend I could call any time of day. We knew everything about each other.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; "><br /></p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">As the two of us sat in the booth Janet got quiet. I asked her what was bothering her.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">She was obviously nervous.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">I reassured her that no matter what was on her mind, I would be there for her. Besides, I was still on such a high from making the IBM deal I could handle anything.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Janet took a deep breath. "I am your birth mother."</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Then the whole world shifted.</p><p mce_style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center; ">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; "><span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-style: italic; "><span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" mce_fixed="1" style="font-weight: bold; ">This week's prompt is to write a piece that begins with the line, "I could never have imagined" and ends with the line, "Then the whole world shifted."</span></span></p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">My immediate thought was to write about my BFF Lori who passed away 1 1/2 years ago.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">But I wanted this to a happy "world shift."</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">I also wanted to write fiction. It's a bigger challenge for me.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">I wanted to do something different than most people. I figured they would write about having a baby, 9/11, or getting bad medical news.</p>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-40571495694327427952011-02-18T17:49:00.000-08:002011-02-18T17:55:19.307-08:00...the rest of the storyStarting from <a href="http://www.haglerhappenings.com/2011/02/i-could-never-have-imagined/" mce_href="http://www.haglerhappenings.com/2011/02/i-could-never-have-imagined/">where we left off last week</a>...*<p></p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; "><span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">"What</span>?<span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">"</span> is all I could say.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">I felt dizzy, like the world was collapsing in on me.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Janet apologized for just blurting it out like that, but she didn't know how else to say it.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; "><span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">"So, how long have you known, um.., that I was your daughter?"</span> Those words sounded so strange as they came out of my mouth, like someone else was speaking from within me.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">How was I asking my best friend this question?</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Janet explained that she had always known. It was an open adoption until I turned 3. Then there was no more direct contact between us, but she continued to keep track of my whereabouts & achievements thanks to newspaper articles and the internet.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">For the first 3 years of my life, I had monthly visits with Janet. She told me that the 1st Sunday of every month was her favorite day of the month. It was a time for her to see that she had indeed made the right decision. And she cherished the photos of those visits. They were among her most precious possessions, keeping them in a locked safe in her bedroom closet.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Janet was only 17 years old and still in high school when I was born. Her boyfriend got scared and left when he found out she was pregnant. Thank God her parents were incredibly supportive of her choice.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">All of that information was getting to be too much for me.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">I needed some air. And time to process everything.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">I was an huge mess of emotions.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I just couldn't understand why Janet chose that evening to reveal the secret.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">So when she joined me a few minutes later, I came right out and asked her.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Janet apologized again and said she hadn't planned on doing it that night. She told me that she was so proud of my hard work, that she just couldn't keep it a secret any longer.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Ironically all I could think was: <span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">I want my mom!</span></p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">But Janet was my best friend, and she was the only other person I would honestly confide in.</p><p>As I stood there watching Janet I soon smiled & couldn't stop smiling. I became excited; joyful; relieved. This was really happening!</p><p>After many hugs & tears, I told her that I would love to see those pictures.</p><p>Even though I'd done it hundreds of times before, it felt strange entering Janet's house that night. I looked at things from a completely different perspective now.</p><p>But it was good.</p><p>I sat on Janet's bed as she found the pictures in her safe. She sat down next to me and shared the stories that went along with every picture.</p><p>She told me to take some of them home with me. Then Janet returned the rest of them to her safe. As she started to close the door, she spotted something in the back. She didn't recognize it until she took it out.</p><p>She wondered how she forgot it was back there.</p><p>When she joined me back on the bed, I saw the tiny little pink sleeper in her hands. I looked up at her & she had tears in her eyes.</p><p>It was the sleeper she gave my parents when I was born. It was the outfit I wore home from the hospital.</p><p>After a long hug, Janet told me that she wasn't letting me have it! And we shared a big, stress relieving belly laugh.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">As strange as it was initially, knowing that Janet was my biological mother ended up being a wonderful thing. I had the best of both worlds in Janet. My biological mother was my best friend. Not many birth mother reunions turn out as perfect as this one.</p><p mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; "><span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">*This is a completely fictional story.</span></p><p mce_style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center; "><a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" mce_href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" mce_src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p><span mce_name="em" mce_style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span mce_name="strong" mce_style="font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">Write a piece - 600 word limit - about finding a forgotten item of clothing in the back of a drawer or closet. Let us know how the item was found, what it is, and why it's so meaningful to you or your character.</span></span></p><p>Oops! Word count: 688.</p><p>I struggle with switching tenses a lot.</p><p>Any tips? Thanks ladies.</p>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-87165282788629110932011-01-28T20:50:00.000-08:002011-03-04T20:51:13.124-08:00I prefer the other kind of blizzard<div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><p><em><strong>This week's Red Writing Hood prompt is: You are trapped (alone or with others) in a single location during the fury and/or aftermath of a blizzard of historic proportions. Keep the post under 1,000 words.</strong></em></p><p _mce_style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center; "><a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" _mce_href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" _mce_src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Lucas was a worrier my nature, and I knew he was scared. He kept his eyes on the white line, never blinking I'm sure.</p><p>When the south bound interstate traffic came to a 2 lane stand still, I realized I had made a mistake.</p><p>We shouldn't have tried to make it home. We were in the middle of nowhere. 10 miles away from the nearest exit in either direction.</p><div class="mceTemp" draggable=""><dl id="" class="wp-caption alignright" _mce_style="width: 312px;" style="float: right; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); text-align: center; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); padding-top: 4px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 3px 3px; border-top-right-radius: 3px 3px; border-bottom-right-radius: 3px 3px; border-bottom-left-radius: 3px 3px; width: 312px; "><dt class="wp-caption-dt"><img src="http://uisevereweather.pbworks.com/w/page/12692699/f/31Ground%20Blizzard%20Negaunee%20MI.jpg" _mce_src="http://uisevereweather.pbworks.com/w/page/12692699/f/31Ground%20Blizzard%20Negaunee%20MI.jpg" alt="" width="302" height="226" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; " /></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 4px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Google image</dd></dl></div><p>I called Alex to let him know we were stopped. While I was on the phone I heard the sound of sirens, but Lucas & I couldn't see the source of the sound through the blizzard.</p><p>The ambulance finally passed us, but it quickly went out of sight again. I could only see as far as the SUV in front of us.</p><p>As time passed, Lucas really had to go. Bad. But we had nothing for him to go in. So as he opened the door of the truck, I reminded him to put his back to the fierce wind.</p><p>He slipped. But somehow didn't fall.</p><p>It was simply too cold and too difficult to 'go' and he got back in the truck.</p><p>Poor kid.</p><p>A few minutes later, a police officer came around to all the vehicles & told us to turn around because the interstate was closed in our direction.</p><p>I immediately called home & told Alex to get on-line to find some hotels in the nearest town. As I drove back in the direction I just came from, I couldn't see 5 feet in front of me.</p><p>Lucas was absolutely quite. He was staring at the fog line again, making sure I didn't go into the ditch.</p><p>We <em>finally</em> made it to the exit. Along with the 200+ other people from I-57.</p><p>Alex called & said the 3 hotels in the small town were all booked.</p><p>Great.</p><p>The only option was to get a room in the next town which was 13 miles north. So Alex booked a room for us while Lucas & I finally got something to eat (and go pee).</p><p>Ever so slowly, we followed a caravan of vehicles and actually made it to the hotel. <em>Enter choir of angels singing!</em></p><p>We enjoyed the comfort of a warm comfortable room, relieved to be safe.</p><p>The next day, we traversed the still icy & snow blown interstate and made it home at last.</p><p>The whole reason for our travel (an amazing 4th grade basketball tournament) was completely overshadowed by the blizzard.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; "><em>* So my "single location" was a truck. Is that cheating?</em></p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; "><em>** This is actually a true story. Except it was Alex with Lucas instead of me. It's an experience I hope we don't have to repeat. Ever.</em></p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; "><em>*** Word count = 491. Really? That's it? Hm.</em></p></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-2388889051135443592011-01-14T20:49:00.000-08:002011-03-04T20:49:44.670-08:00Pass the what?<div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">"You heard me. Pass the fruit pectin," the old man said to the teenage boy on the public bus.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">The boy looked around, making sure the old man was talking to him. But instead of seeing people riding the bus, he saw giant strawberries sitting in the seats which didn't seem strange to him.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">When the boy looked back, the old man was gone. The bus hadn't made any stops. He had just disappeared.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">The next thing the teenager knew, he was singing <em>Pour Some Sugar On Me</em> - a song that was popular before he was even born - while cooking. He was adding citric acid to corn syrup in his grandmother's house. But not her current house. The house she lived in when he was a toddler.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">As he did this, his 3rd grade teacher walked through the kitchen and said, "Oh sweeite. Be careful, you know how bad that high fructose corn syrup is for you, right?"</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">All of this seemed completely natural to him.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Until he woke up.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center; "><a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" _mce_href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" _mce_src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p><strong><em>What's in your pantry? For this week's prompt, grab something out of your pantry and write a short piece - using all the words in the ingredients. It can be fiction or non-fiction, poetry or prose. My item was Smucker's Strawberry Jam.</em></strong></p></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-3810986992002821652011-01-07T20:48:00.000-08:002011-03-04T20:48:48.220-08:00Cuz it sounded like fun<div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><p>When I read this prompt, I knew it would be fun!</p><p>Here it is...</p><p _mce_style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center; "><a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" _mce_href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><strong><img class="aligncenter" src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" _mce_src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; " /></strong></a></p><blockquote><p><span _mce_style="color: #808080;" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); ">"Your assignment is to write a short piece - fiction, non-fiction, poetry, whatevs - in which each sentence starts with a the next letter of the alphabet. Starting with "A." So, yes, your finished product will consist of 26 sentences."</span></p></blockquote><p><strong>A</strong>nother day started out with big grey clouds & strong, steady snow. "<strong>B</strong>lah!" thought Erin. "<strong>C</strong>an we just have <em>1</em> day without snow?"</p><p><strong>D</strong>on't get her started about the weather.<strong> E</strong>ver since she moved to Chicago she's had a hard time adjusting to it. <strong>F</strong>or as long as she can remember she has hated the cold. <strong>G</strong>o figure she'd end up in a city with brutal winters.</p><p><strong>H</strong>ow did a country girl from Texas end up in Chicago? <strong>I</strong>t had to be fate, because she always thought she'd live where it was warm.</p><p><strong>J</strong>ake had proposed a year ago, and the wedding was only a few weeks away. <strong>K</strong>eeping up with everything had become stressful for Erin. <strong>L</strong>eaving her family & friends to move to Chicago was hard. <strong>M</strong>aking the long trip back to Texas for the wedding was what kept her focussed. <strong>N</strong>obody ever doubted that the wedding would take place in her hometown.</p><p><strong>O</strong>n her way to work, Erin couldn't help but be distracted with her thoughts of the wedding.<strong> P</strong>articularly thinking about the reception. <strong>Q</strong>uaint wasn't her style. <strong>R</strong>owdy, fun, & lots of dancing was what she wanted.</p><p><strong>S</strong>oon her last day of work was over, and she & Jake made their way to Texas. <strong>T</strong>his day seemed so far away last year! <strong>U</strong>pon landing, Erin was greeted my her sister, mother, and father.</p><p><strong>V</strong>arious groups of friends showed up for the big event. <strong>W</strong>hen it was time for the dance, everyone knew it would be a great time. <strong>X</strong>erox copies of pictures would be made for sure! <strong>Y</strong>ouTube videos from the wedding will probably be seen around the world! <strong>Z</strong>imbabwe too!</p><p>Whew! I did it! It got kind of tricky there at the end, but I think it worked. I can't wait to read everyone else's post.</p></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-82269372153648485632010-11-19T20:44:00.000-08:002011-03-04T20:47:32.401-08:00Fiction?<div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">As they finished their dinner at the restaurant, Paige and Owen decided to go back to his place. They had spent the larger part of the day together and didn't want it to end even though it was the coldest day of the season. Paige looked through the foggy cab window as the snow quickly covered the ground. She was amazed at how fast the landscape had changed over the past hour.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Once at his apartment, Owen prepared hot chocolate for both of them. As he handed Paige her frothy mug their fingers brushed each other's. "My goodness! Your hand are just like ice," he said. "I'll hold your hands."</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">This made Paige blush, and she pulled back while taking a sip. "Say, what's in this drink?" she asked, changing the subject.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Owen just smiled and said, "I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell."</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">"I really can't stay," she said. But down deep she wanted to. "You know how crazy my family gets when I am late. My mom worries, my dad paces, my sister gets suspicious, and my brother! Well, you know he'll be waiting at the door."</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">"Oh, come on. It's freezing out there." Owen pleaded.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Paige countered with, "You know how gossipy your neighbor is. Everyone will be talking about us tomorrow. I need to go now."</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">"Okay, but good luck getting a cab in this weather. I've never seen it like this before," Owen scuffed.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">"Well, maybe just a cigarette more," Paige conceded.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Owen couldn't help but watch her lips. They looked delicious, and he was tempted to lean over and kiss right then and there. He thought to himself, "How can you do this to me? I'm going nuts here!"</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Then as Paige finished her cigarette, she asked Owen if he would lend her a coat. "Was she for real?" he thought. "Think of my lifelong sorrow if you got pneumonia and died," he said to Paige.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">"Don't be silly, Sweetie." she said as she took the telephone and called a cab. They both knew she had to leave.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">Once her cab arrived, Paige hugged Owen good-bye. And as she she turned to leave, Owen said to her, "Baby it's cold outside!"</p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; "></p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; ">That was my 1st time submitting a post to the Red Dress Club.</p><p _mce_style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center; "><a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" _mce_href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" _mce_src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p _mce_style="text-align: left;" style="text-align: left; "><a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" _mce_href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/">The red dress club</a>'s writing prompt this week was:</p><blockquote><p><span _mce_style="color: #808080;" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); ">Write a piece (fiction or non-fiction) inspired by a song. It can be any song of your choosing. If it is not clear from your story what the song is, throw us a bone and put a note at top or bottom of your post to let us know what you picked."</span></p></blockquote><p><em>Baby It's Cold Outside </em>was my inspiration for this lovely story.</p><p>If you've never seen the movie Elf I'll wait while you go watch it. It's one of my favorites! <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp3UoqOkFJo" _mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bp3UoqOkFJo">Here's the scene </a>with the song that inspired my story. Or you can watch/listen to other versions on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=baby+its+cold+outside&aq=0" _mce_href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=baby+its+cold+outside&aq=0">You Tube</a>.</p></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431269098140113825.post-89109436751548265422010-09-24T20:41:00.000-07:002011-03-04T20:44:20.431-08:00I am from...<div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><p>I am from blue jeans, from Frosted Flakes and Christianity.</p><p>I am from the crazy, loving, tidy.</p><p>I am from the corn, the soy beans.</p><p>I am from Tatar Tot Casserole and blue eyes, from Millie and Diana and Marie.</p><p>I am from the up & down and emotional.</p><p>From "be careful" and "finish your dinner."</p><p>I am from the sign of the cross and praying to statues.</p><p>I'm from Effingham County, lasagna and buttered bread.</p><p>From uncle Leo growing his hair long in the 60s, uncle David throwing my mom's doll in a fire, and Grandma teaching crafts on cruise ships.</p><p>I am from Oakwood Street, Homecoming flowers, home made cradles and Sodie Pop.</p><p>*This is part of red writing hood's prompt this week. I am not this profound all on my own. Maybe I will be if I keep participating in this club.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" _mce_href="http://thereddressclub.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" border="0"><img src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" _mce_src="http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab294/eclay03/redwritinghood.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></p><p><a href="http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm" _mce_href="http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm">Here is the link</a> that provides the template and an explanation.</p></div>Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03755605208695539726noreply@blogger.com0