300 Writing Prompts #5: What Are You Recovering From Right Now?

What are you recovering from right now?

 When I sat down to tackle todays writing prompt, several items of recovery came to mind. None of them seemed to be substantial in length nor of real importance, so I decided to gather them together in a short-ish list. And here we go…

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  • I’m recovering from 2018. Not 2018 in terms of events, but 2018 in terms of the numbers. Here we are 4 days into the New Year and not once have I managed to write a single date correctly.

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  • 2 words, carb withdrawl. Without turning this into the stereotypical “new year new me” post, my husband and I have been eating a lot less carbs for about a week now. Bread I could care less about, but fruit and MILK are a whole different story.

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  • The after effects of Christmas. While our whole house has been cleaned from top to bottom and our decorations and treasured presents have found their rightful spots, I keep finding pieces of glitter everywhere. 2015 Jennifer thought it would be cute to decorate the tree one year with decorative swags that feature what I thought to be a tasteful dusting of silver and gold. They only lasted 1 year, but the trail of glitter they left behind haunts me to this day.

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  • The plural of the word “cat.” I don’t know if I had mentioned it on here yet, but we recently had to have one of our pet cats Rowdy put to sleep. It was a terrible experience that I have never had to go through before, and while we are working on not being as sad, it still stings when one of says “did you feed the cats?” or “Do the cats need their litter box changed out yet?”

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  • Mother nature. She’s been on one this past fall and winter. It has been cooler here in Texas than it normally is (not that I should complain too much, I’m used to worse) and to make matters worse it has rained straight through the last few days. We are talking miserable cold with 2 ½ inches of water. Yeah, I’ll pass.

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What do you find yourself recovering from this week?

300 Writing Prompts # 4: Write a Quick Love Story That Ends Badly

1 hour and 27 minutes. That is all that separated Abigale from pure bliss. Her shift at the bank had been maddening which only increased her desire to get home. While it wasn’t a busy day per say, keeping her mind on basic tasks had proved more than problematic. She would greet the guests as they would come into the bank and she engaged in small talk with her co-workers, but her thoughts were 100% dedicated to the events of last night.

She still couldn’t believe it. Their meeting had been completely un-planned and at a gas station of all places! Who meets the one you’ve been searching for at a gas station?  The supermarket yes, the Valero down by the bus stop, not so much. It had been years since she had felt like this. Sure, there had been others, but none as sweet, cool and charming as this. When she arranged for a second meeting tonight, she wondered what others would think. She decided she didn’t care. She was an adult and old enough to defend her actions, besides who was going to find out.

Thankfully Abigale was scheduled to be on the monthly budget call the last hour of her shift. Her forced participation was bound to not only get everything off her mind but make the time go by quicker.

With five minutes left in the conference call and her speaking part already done , she began shutting down her computer and packing up her desk for the weekend. The minute the conference was over she planned to be out that door and in her car. No time for idle chit chat on how “it was finally the weekend, or we survived another week.” She had big plans and wanted them to start as soon as possible.

She raced home. Weaving in and out of the three-lane highway leaving those driving at or below the speed limit safely behind her. She caught herself blushing as she replayed last night events in her head. Could this be what she had been looking for her whole life? Suddenly her craving and desire reached an all-time high. Their dinner would have to wait until later. This needed to come first.

She pulled into the drive and instantly the excitement and anticipation drained from her body. Her Husband was home. “How could this be” Abigale whispered to herself. “He said he wouldn’t be back from Omaha until Sunday night.”

Realizing her plans were ruined, Abigale sat in the car for two minutes thinking how she was going to explain the evidence of what happened last night to her husband. She betrayed him.

Slowly and quietly she walked up to the door and opened it. Just as she had suspected, he was in the kitchen, spoon in one hand and the container of the special edition Blue Bell Rocky Road ice cream that she had been pinning for all day, in the other.

“Where did you find this?” He asked excitedly with his mouth half full of the sweet chocolate ice cream. “I thought the news said every store was sold out?”

“The Valero down the street by the bus stop” Abigale replied, trying to mask her hunger and disappointment. “The clerk said it was the last carton, and I was lucky to get it.”

“Well, it sure was delicious” her husband said as he tossed the now empty container in the trash as if it meant nothing to him. “Aren’t you surprised to see me, you seem disappointed? He said coming towards her, arms out for a hug.

“Definitely surprised” Ann said, more convincingly. “I just had a lot on my mind at work today, I’ll be better after I eat.”

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300 Writing Prompts # 3: What Would You Buy Even If The Price Doubled?

Write about something you would still buy if it cost twice as much as it costs today.

There is something I’ve been hiding from my readers and some of my family and friends for a while now and this is just the question to finally bring everything out into the open. No more secrets, no more hiding.

I have an addiction. In the beginning it was under control. Everything was in moderation. I couldn’t go out and buy it myself, so I had to rely on others. I would wait until my mom went to bed and take a little off the top. Same thing at my friends houses. It was a careful and controlled addiction. But as soon as I got my first job, my own car, the whole thing just blew out of control. Soon I was on the hunt 2 or 3 times a week. In between classes, on my break at work. Tony, the guy down the street at the gas station would help me out sometimes too. He knew I didn’t need fuel and would let me know when fresh stuff would drop so I could get my pick before the others got their hands all over it. Sure it would cost me double, but it was close by and would work in a pinch. 1%, 2%, whole, it doesn’t matter. When I need a fix, that’s all I can think about.  I’ll drink whatever I can get my hands on (except skim…I’ve not hit rock bottom yet).

My name is Jennifer, and I’m addicted to milk. (Hi Jennifer).

In all seriousness I would pay double, even triple for this white gold, this nectar of the Gods. They say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, mine is through the cows utter. Ok, too far. Just take my word for it, I love milk.  I’m so deep in this dairy dilemma that I can’t even tell you how much a gallon of milk is. I NEVER look at the price. I check the date and the color of the cap, put in my cart and run to the check out as fast as possible. It’s that serious.

So, I dare you to raise the price. I’ll still be here with my super strong bones and special milk cup and straw.

What is something you would pay twice as much for?

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What I’m Looking Forward to in 2019

“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” —Mark Twain.

First off I want to state that this is not a list of resolutions. Resolutions require commitment and often end in disappointment, plus I already wrote about resolutions I should make but won’t because they don’t last. Think of this as a list of things I am excited and hopeful for in the next 365 days (this way no one gets hurt mmkay!)

  • I’m excited to be more at peace and happier in 2019. 2018 had a rough start. I was having a hard time juggling working full time and taking care of my mom full time. I wasn’t happy, I was struggling with depression and trying to hide it from family, friends and co-workers was making it a lot worse. With the support of my family and friends I left my job of 8 year’s, so I could focus on my mom full time. The end of 2018, while still not perfect in every way, ended 100 times better than the way it started. I plan to carry this positivity forward!
  • I’m looking forward to reading more in 2019. In October I put down the Roku remote and got back into reading a book series I started the year before but lost interest. I read 24 books from October to the end of December, got back into a normal sleep schedule (binge watching ruins sleep) and exercised my brain that’s been on hiatus since I graduated college. I am on a mission to read all of Debbie Macomber’s books and re-read all of Nicholas Sparks books. Deep literary stuff, you know.
  • I am excited to cross off as many items as I can on my ‘Quarter Life Crisis Bucket List” as noted above, I’ve been working on the book portion of that list as well as the craft project part of the list. I’ve begun to dabble on the musical instrument part and have ideas for my volunteer projects!
  • I am excited to get back home to Indiana in February and start the process of getting my mom’s house packed up and cleaned out. Don’t get me wrong, packing up and selling my childhood home is going to be an emotional rollercoaster, but I know in my heart this is what needs to be done to bring some closure for my mom and will bring her some peace. Plus, spending 2 weeks with my family and my best friend won’t be bad either 😉
  • I’m excited for another year of renewed friendship! Up until this past fall, I had done a terrible job of keeping in touch with friends from home. Moving 1000 miles away doesn’t help, but it’s not impossible to maintain a long distance friendship, and I failed. I’m lazy and let life get in the way, but after a much needed trip home to Indiana I feel like I have a social connection again. Sometimes life is funny, sometimes life is sad and sometimes you witness random people do weird things in public. It’s important to have a friend to share all of that stuff with who won’t judge you (and will ask for pictures ha) #myarmsaresobig #hottfuz #warmlint
  • Looking forward to House shopping. In connection to selling my mom’s house, we have decided in the next year or so to put our own home in Texas up for sale in an effort to find something that fits our current needs better. This is bitter sweet. I LOVE our house, but when we moved my mom in we began to burst at the seams. Also, even though our current house is a new build, it was NOT built for a wheel chair. RIP my door frames and walls. A new house means more room, possibilities for having house guests again and just maybe we won’t all be at each other’s throats (this ties in to bullet point #1 ha)
  • I’m excited to get more involved in church this year. No more walking in quietly, worshiping, than leaving quietly. I know I mentioned this in my quarter life crisis bucket list, but this definitely deserves mentioning again. I have social anxiety, so this task has required baby steps but I’m getting better and I plan on finding a small group to join soon!

And finally…

  • Baseball Season!! I am beyond excited about baseball season, but if you’ve been following me for a while you already knew that!

What things are you looking forward to in 2019?

New Year’s Resolutions I Should Make, But Won’t…..

…..Because I know better

Well folks, it’s that time of the year where everyone likes to get serious, dig down deep into their soul and pick at their flaws like a teenager with pimples.  The good news for you is, I don’t do serious, reflective writing and am a firm believer that pimples should be popped in the comfort and privacy of one’s own home!

So, today we are going to discuss the resolutions I should make, but won’t because I know a losing battle when I see one.

  • Stop posting every thought that comes to my mind. Example: Not everyone wants to know that my dog, cat and husband kept me up snoring all night, and they certainly don’t need audio and visual proof.
  • Stop threating to make my husband sleep on the couch every time he drives slow in the left lane.
  • Stop forcing passengers in my car to listen to whatever song I am currently obsessed with on repeat for weeks on end.
  • Stop waiting to put gas in the car before the display screen replaces the speed with a picture of a gas pump and the words LOW FUEL.
  • Stop strategically planning what car my husband drives based off of fuel needs.
  • Stop kicking the ice that falls out of the ice maker under the fridge.
  • Stop negativaly judging people when they say the 2nd Willy Wonka is better than the 1st
  • Stop making fun of mesothelioma commercials
  • Stop reading the plots to movies ahead of time on IMDb
  • Stop judging people who defend Nickelback
  • Stop trying to trick my dogs into thinking that I stole their ears.
  • Stop watching the Sound of Music on repeat.
  • Stop passing gas and blaming it on the dogs or rogue indoor geese
  • Stop rolling my eyes when 20 something’s say words like “iconic” and “relatable”

So tell me readers, what is a New Year’s resolution you should make, but won’t because you know better.

 

See you in 2019!

In Memorian of Vincent Jingle Bottoms

If you joined us Saturday, you will know we broke a news story about Vincent the Elf (here). Today we honor him..

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June 12, 1340 – December 26, 2018

Vincent Jingle Bottoms, 678, of Nolanville, (formally of the North Pole) passed away Wednesday, Dec. 26, 2018, at his residence. He was born on June 12, 1340, in the North Pole, to Master Elves, Dancer and Sparkle (Sugar Plum) Jingle Bottoms.

He graduated from the St. Nick School of Expectational Elves in 1360 and received an additional degree from Purdue University in Engineering in 1987. Vincent was a member of the North Pole United Hockey Team where he played goalie. He enjoyed reading, gift wrapping and spending time with his family.

Vincent was preceded in death by his father, Dancer, and pet cat, Rowdy.
He is survived by his adoptive Christmas family, Matthew & Jennifer Shidler, and pets Mosby (cat) Wrigley & Lucy (dogs)

A celebration of life will be held Monday December 31st. Family and friends are encouraged to attend and share stories, poems and memories of their time with Vincent. Cremation was originally chosen but due to current circumstances surrounding Vincent’s death and the ongoing investigation by the FBI, the family has chosen a private burial at a later time in an undisclosed location. All arrangements have been entrusted to Hefty & Sons.

Memorial contributions may be made to GoFundMe where an account has been started to cover burial costs. Any remaining funds will go towards grief counseling for Santa and his remaining elves as well as support groups for other elves dealing with domestic violence situations.

300 Writing Prompts # 2: Write Tonight’s News Headline At Your House….

Imagine you are a news anchor. Write the beginning of tonight’s newscast script.

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VOICE OVER: “Proud to serve central Nolanville and the west side of Boxer Street, this is WYRU-Reading News 38. Closed captioning of the following programing is brought to you by WYRU- Reading & the First National Bank of Piggy. And now Boxer Streets leading newscaster Jennifer Lynne.”

Jennifer: Good evening and thank you for joining us. Our top story tonight:  A local family finds themselves a little less merry and bright tonight after what authorities are calling the worst attack on an elf in decades.  The 678-year-old Christmas Elf which was reported missing early Wednesday was found dead in his holiday vacation home early this afternoon.

Boxer Street police said a family member discovered the body underneath the couch in the shared family house at about 1:30 p.m. on Decemember 29th. The Elf, who has been identified as Vincent, was spending the extended holiday at his new vacation shelf in Nolanville, according to a family friend.

The FBI joined the investigation because the elf initially was reported missing the day after Christmas by authorities in charge of attendance compliance at the North Pole.

Police detectives and crime scene investigators began searching the house late Thursday after obtaining a warrant. Not all details of the crime have been released by investigators yet.

The medical examiner’s office says the cause of death is being ruled as blunt force trauma and sharp force injuries similar to a mauling or bear attack. Police Chief Mosby said. As such, this case is being considered a homicide.

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It is Boxer Streets first homicide of 2019, Chief Mosby said.

No arrests have been made as of yet, but 2 suspects, Wrigley and Lucy Shidler, remain in police custody for questioning.

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Suspects being held for questioning

Neighbors described Vincent as a friendly, outgoing elf. “Always keeping a watchful eye, and leaving presents for his family” said Carla Kilburn, a friend close to the family. “His personality – he was very stoic yet charming.”

“This is almost dreamlike,” said Kilburn. “It just didn’t seem true at all, I guess he must have over stayed his welcome.”

A GoFund me account has been started in Vincent’s name to cover cremation and burial costs. Any remaining funds will go towards grief counseling for Santa and his remaining elves as well as support groups for other elves dealing with domestic violence situations.

Police ask that anyone with information on this case are urged to contact Boxer Street PD at (765) 867-5309