Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Writing prompts

Ok here's Mama Kat's wiriting work for the week

The Prompts:

1.) Describe something you're proud of.(inspired via Twitter by Summer from Le Musings Of Moi)
2.) Tell me your most humorous wedding experience(inspired by Bree from Breezy Butterfly Creations)
3.) 10 reasons why you can't sleep at night(inspired by Roxane from It Really Is All About Me)4.) Describe an experience that you wish you could shake from your memory.
5.) Write a love letter to the object of your affection.

2.) So if there's one thing I'm good at it's being in weddings. Lucky me. Whats the saying, always the bridesmaid never the bride. 2 years ago? My friends Soccermom and Mr. Soccermom tied the note. I being the INSANELY awesome person I am, was of course, maid of honor. On the day of the wedding Soccermom and I showed up to the wedding site before everyone else. We planned to get dressed in the large bathroom area they had in the rear. No problem. We hung our dresses up, checked all the stuff out and then went to hang in the commode room until it was time to get ready. It was at this point that I thought it would be GOOD to mention a thing some people don't think about. That's what I do. I'm an idea person.



SM~ Ok well I want to get my dress on before the mothers get here and the rest of the girls, can you help me.
Me~ Sure. Look I'm not trying to be gross or anything but you might want to try and go number 2 before you put that thing on. Because well, I love you and all, but I CAN'T hold your dress up for you while you poop later. I'm not that good of a friend.
SM~ (laughing hysterically) Ok. good idea.
Me~Uhm. I'll wait outside.

Fast forward to middle of reception.

SM~ uhm...McMean.
Me~ Yeah.
SM~ Can you help me go to the bathroom. I just have to pee.
Me~ Sure.

Inside the bathroom stool I'm bent over holding my her dress and she's doing what you do on the potty.

Me~ So.... nice wedding. Everything went well, people seem to be having fun.
SM~ I can see right down your dress! LOL
ME~ WOW.
SM~ I'm done.
ME~ You can like......wipe yourself right.
SM~ Yes. can you hand me some TP.
ME~ WOW I must really like you this is real friendship.

Outside the bathroom

Me~ Your wife was just checking out my rack
MR. SM~ Oh yeah.
Me~ yup. Maybe you should hold her dress up next time.

Dear object of my affection,
Love truly can be a tortuous affair. When i see you through the glass my heart starts to flutter, even after all these years. I can't help but think of all the great times we have had and will have. You've been there for so many things. Weddings I was forced to attend, parties, funerals, always there next to me, showing me I wasn't alone. You are truly a great love.

It hasn't always been cherry, we've had our rocky roads. I've left tracks on you and you've left tracks the size of moose prints on my heart. Somehow we always find our way back to each other, it must be fate. I've cried and you've listened. I've laughed and you've listened. You are one in a trillion.

Your soft, kind and sweet by the gallons. or quarts, whatever you prefer. to our endless love, or as long as this tub of french vanilla ice cream lasts. I love you Ice cream.
Love, ME

3 comments:

Cathy said...

Amen to the ice cream!

Dan said...

Now all you need is to combine a wedding with ice cream and you have the best of all worlds. {*grin*}

BTW, having gone through a period with both arms immobilized with a crushed shoulder, I can testify that TP and wiping will point out who your true friends really are! Lip service just won't make it. {*grin*}

Melissa said...

That is too funny.... love the story-- love the letter!!!

Oh and BTW- SOOOOOOOOOO gald that the Steelers beat the Broncos.... I have a shitty friend who is a Broncos fan and I love to watch him eat crow!! :-)