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Flash in the Pan: Happiness

23 Jan

I met my best friend while putting out a fire, or so I thought. Smoke was coming from my neighbor’s cellar. I ran over and felt the door. It wasn’t hot, so I figured I could handle it and be a hero. Their hose was nearby. I went over, turned it on, threw the door open and wildly sprayed that water.

“What the hell!” someone shouted.

I never saw that girl sitting on the steps. There she was though, hair stuck to her face, mascara running and a broken-wet cigarette dangling from her mouth. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Something funny?” she yelled.

“Aren’t you a little young…” I started to say.

“I’m twelve, thank you!” she said angrily while moving the hair out of her eyes. “My name’s Happiness too. If you got something to say about that, I’ll kick your ass.”

“No.” I smiled. “I think we’re good.”

This was inspired by: M3 Flash Challenge
Word: HAPPINESS
Word Limit: 150
My word count: 150

Flash in the Pan: Lonely

20 Jan

That day will stay in my brain forever. I was outside in the yard helping mom with the garden. I heard this loud backfire, like a gun or something. It made me jump. Then a crazy looking hippy-van pulled up next door. Smoke was coming from the hood and there was music loud enough to wake the dead.

I remember stories I’d heard about strange people coming to small, lonely towns like mine, and the horrible things they’d do. Nothing exciting ever happens here. Death happens, but never by murder. It’s caused by old age or some type of farm accident. You know, like being stabbed with a pitchfork or getting shredded by a plow machine. I just figured those folks must be lost. As I ran to peer over the gate between our two yards, I crossed my fingers and prayed a kid would come out of that van.

This post was inspired by: M3 Flash Challenge

The word is: LONELY with 150 word count

My word count is: 150

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Today’s Status: facebook

10 Jan

FB Status

Apple does or doesn’t fall far from the tree?

18 Nov

My DNA? 50%

GQ Model?

12 Oct

October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month

Be Aware: My son is fierce.

Total Package

All roads lead to Walmart.

10 Oct

Forgive the crappy pic. I have a dumb phone (by choice) and don’t carry my smart camera with me.

SO……….There we were, hubby and me, having a heated debate about something stupid. Our arguments are pointless, but “mood swing” relationships keep the good times going. ANYWAY……..We’re in the parking lot of Walmart (where I should own stock), when a George Costanza look-alike and his lovely companion pull up. We immediately stopped arguing and laughed so hard we cried. The only thing that would’ve been better, is if he lifted his companion off of his crotch before exiting the car.

Even roadkill/woodkill gets to shop at Walmart.

Deer in car 1

AND………I think it’s too late for the seatbelt!

Flash in the Pan: Company

26 Sep

Through the window, the moon’s faint light shone in a corner of the room. There lay an elderly man upon a wooden bed. Death seemed to blanket him, except for the noticeable uplift of his chest every few seconds. His frail frame twitched and twitched again. His discomfort was quite evident by his unconscious motions.

His eyelids opened suddenly, staring into the darkness. Realizing he left the window partly open, he arose with the greatest of effort. A chill ran through him as he proceeded towards the window. With every step, one could hear the floorboards creak in harmony with his stiff joints.

Reaching the window with shaking fingers, he pressed firmly on its frame. For a moment he stood still, as if to recover from his prolonged journey. Suddenly, he heard tapping at the door. Finally, the company had arrived to deliver him from his chilling hell.

This post was inspired by: M3 Flash Fiction Challenge.  The word is company, with a word limit of 150. My count is 148 words.

Infected by a socially inept person: It’s not contagious, but it burns like hell.

17 Sep

Socially-inept-person-contactitis is like a bad rash in the wrong place, or an evil so piercing, you need an exorcist to free you. No matter how many showers you take, you can’t feel clean again. YES………That’s the kind of negative impact some people have. AND…….You’re thinking about some of them now. Aren’t you? I know you are.

Make no mistake. Whoever comes to mind…….there are thousands more like them. These people can live anywhere, be any age, any intellect, any gender and any nationality. They are either born with a social stutter or acquire one through personal experience. You may be married to a socially inept person. HEY……..CHIN UP! Love is blind, deaf and dumb. SO……..You’re forgiven, but good luck getting off that sinking ship. BUT…..It helps if you’re just as socially lethal. In that case, you both make a lovely couple…….of annoying asses.

Dictionary.com defines inept as:

  1. without skill or aptitude for a particular task or assignment
  2. generally awkward or clumsy; haplessly incompetent.
  3. inappropriate; unsuitable; out of place.
  4. absurd or foolish: an inept remark.

Social competence requires the correct balance between the following:

  • Personality: cold dead fish vs. Where’s the off button?
  • Spirit: stick too far up the ass vs. Put it back in your pants.
  • Humor: Rated G vs. Rated XXX
  • Personal Information: squeezing blood out of a turnip vs. Wow! Those kids really tore your vagina up.
  • Personal Space: You won’t catch cooties. vs. You hair is stuck in my zipper.
  • Bragging Rights: I’m such a loser. I should be dead. vs. Here is my résumé to get into heaven or on a reality show.
  • Appearance: invisible vs. flashing lights

Areas where there is no balance. There is only 100% commitment:

  • Honesty
  • Respect
  • Civility
  • Manners
  • Morals
  • Ethics

The only cure for socially-inept-person-contactitis is distance and time. The distance thing is a no-brainer, but time is necessary for the hanger-ons. Due to their social ineptness, they don’t realize it’s time to move on and leave well enough alone. We’ll pretend that your name is Well Enough. It’s like training a dog, but not breasts. Let’s face it. The name training bra makes no sense. You can’t train your breasts to stay up permanently, and not without plastic surgery. Like a dog, you need to be patient and consistent. Any deviation from the plan, will cause horrendous repercussions. Don’t be alarmed. As long as you stick to the plan and don’t  scratch, the swelling will go down and the itching will go away.

SADLY………..There is no way to prevent this disease from infecting you in the future. There is no surefire way to detect the onset, and symptoms only appear after having direct contact for a period of time. This is because “socially intelligent” people try to give the benefit of the doubt. By the time you realize there is no hope, you have been infected. If this happens: Continue with the distance and time regimen.

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