Sunday, June 2, 2013

Best Mom Ever! (.....)



I was on a roll, I felt like the world’s greatest mom. Ever. I had fed the kids, made sure their rooms were clean and gotten them to school on time then came home and the baby fell asleep in the car! Score! So I emptied the dishwasher and did laundry, watched a little TV and had chocolate and some tea, the baby woke up and we snuggled for a while on the couch. Then I placed her in the living room while she played I vacuumed and cleaned my bedroom and put away all my clothes. Did a load of whites and decided to hang them on the line. I barely heard my oldest, Nathan, call me and say he needed a ride home from school. I agreed to pick him up at five and then checked my mail. Made some lunch, fed the baby, let the cat outside, noticing the clouds were getting dark. Must remember to bring the laundry in soon before it rains. Clear the table. Check, Check, Check! Off my list of things to do. I collapsed on the couch, closed my eyes and sank into a blissful sleep… I woke what felt like a second later and looked at the clock, 4 o’clock? That can’t be right. I looked again, yup the kids were going to be home any moment! I raced to the kitchen, oblivious to the baby playing in the dog bowl. I grabbed my cookbook and found a recipe that should be good for everybody, I ripped open the pantry and groaned as I looked at the line of half empty vinegar bottles and a cereal box. Wait! There was a box of eggs in the back of the fridge! I sighed in relief as I carefully put the egg carton on the stove, opened it, and screamed in frustration. There, staring up at me, was ONE singular egg in the middle of a carton that was FULL last time I checked. I was close to tears as I tried to remember when we last had eggs. And then I remembered, last Sunday Abby wanted to dye eggs for Easter with her friends. And so we had one egg left. Balls, now what? I had a spark of adrenaline as I saw the take out menu on the fridge. I had formed two options; One, call Jim and ask him to bring home some tacos, or Two run down to the gas station and pick up a pizza, either one was pathetic, what happened to having everything under control? What happened to being on top of everything?  I turned to the phone and see Charlie, our dog, wandering outside in the rain that had started to pour. Oh no. the cat. The laundry! Oh god this is a nightmare. I hear the lock click and a chorus of “mom we’re home!”  I grimaced as I heard sneakers being kicked off by the door, backpacks being dropped to the floor and jackets being unzipped. OK I can handle this, I checked the clock and sighed in relief, quarter after four, Jim would be home soon.  I said hello to the kids as I subtly let the cat in and made a mental note to install that cat door I keep thinking about. “George, could you please let the dog in? he’s getting soaked.” I ask of my second oldest as he rolled his eyes “FINE.” Then he added “why can’t Nathan do it? He’s his dog.” “Because Nathan is at soccer practice” I said without thinking, then I thought of the phone call. This day is horrible “Mom? Why is Alice wet?”  I frown “what do you mean?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen and almost fainted right there. In the middle of the kitchen was Alice, the dog bowl upside down and Alice happily splashing in the puddle that had formed on the floor.  I groaned and picked her up and instantly regretted it. “OK guys go do your homework,” I thought for a second, then added “in your room!” as they marched up the stairs I hear George mumble something that sounded like “I bet she just slept all day and is trying to make us leave her alone.” I sigh in relief as I hear the door open and run to the door, hoping it was my husband, that he would help the kids with homework while I dried off the baby. But I was met by my teenaged son, dripping wet in his thin soccer uniform, not looking me in the eye. Perfect. Just perfect.
I hear Jim come in the door as I towel off Alice, Nathan and I had talked it over and I promised I would NOT be late next time, Abby and George did their homework and helped me find the frozen pizza in the back of the freezer.. and now I can  fall asleep and wait to do It all again tomorrow…  *sigh*…when do they move out again?!?!

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Dead at eighteen.



hey guys! this post is a little shorter than usal but it's a post right? lol! here you go! 
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I am dead. I’m lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling fan, my arms hang loosely by my side as my legs hang over the end of my bed. So why do I know I’m dead? I try to move and I feel my finger twitch. That’s all the movement I’m capable of?  I stare still at the celling wondering what time it is, wondering does anyone else know I’m dead? Does anyone care?  I lie there for hours it seems before I become aware of vibrations in the floor, I hear a muffled voice talking, to me perhaps, and I feel the door open and my mother walks in and opens the curtains, still talking, and then turns to my emotionless face.
And she screams.

I can’t hear it but the look on her face is devastating enough it makes me want to close my eyes, make it all go away as I watch her face become red and covered with tears for she has just discovered her only son, Dead. I feel nothing as she clasps my hand with hers and strokes my hair, and I hear nothing as she screams for it not to be true. I would give anything to make her suffering stop, for her to tell me it was all going to be okay. For nothing in the world is more painful than seeing your mother cry praying to god that it wasn’t true that her son had been taken from her so soon. Finally I watched her rest her head on my chest and silently weep. I knew that if there was any life in me I would whisper the words I had always felt but never said.
“I love you mom”

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

NEWS AND SUCH

Hey Guys! look! a post!


Yeah i can hear your surprise, from here. soooo...

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY AWESOME LIFE SHALL I?!?!


OK... let's go.




FIRST i'm going to be in a Shakespearean Play! Huzza! 

SECOND I'M GETTING BRACES!

THIRD! I own a kayak! 

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.I'M PUBLISHING MY BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! 




ok bye 

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Poems!

Hello! my writers block is creeping in so before it drags me under i (tried) to compose some poems for your discomfort  enjoyment!







I wander quite often
They often wonder why I do this.
I say, no matter to you, shaking my fist.




Snowflakes come and snowflakes go, they see the wonders that we forget, our minds too busy with worry of pride and dept.

  Night! or as Shakespeare said

good night!

so funny!

The FUNNIEST thing just happened!! for those of you who know ma little bro, Jack you know he can be SOOO funny or Sooo Annoying. but right now he was funny. he came up to me and asked if he could have a sandwich i said he couldn't have a sandwich because he had just had lunch and he went away... a few minets later her came back and said "Jess, we have a problem" i just nodded and he continued "We have to break up." HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH....


also in other news i'm going off Facebook for a week....so yeah
This is NOT a short story


this is a blog post

BYEEEEEEE

Monday, April 22, 2013

Rain



I yawned as I watched the rain run down the side of the window. I glanced at the clock as the raindrop I was staring at fell with a silent plop onto the pavement. 9:30 PM. I was supposed to meet my friends boyfriends buddy tonight for a date, that was arranged against my will, an hour ago. I laughed, I never would have agreed if she hadn’t played that “oh come on you just HAVE to meet this guy!” card and then she’d point out his “great qualities” and conveniently forget to mention he has a ‘bat cave’ in his mother’s basement, and really just is only friends with her boyfriend because he found him on Facebook. I rolled my eyes and glanced around the bookstore, there were a few costumers lingering around, but I don’t mind. When I don’t have anything else to do that day I let them hang out late. I know what it’s like to be kicked out before you find that perfect book.. It was about ten-ish when I started to get bored, so I started staring at this one guy who was taking forever to choose a book. As I stared I started noticing his hair was really wet, so were his sneakers and jacket. He must of just come in. I should ask him if could help him with something. No one else could. Just me. I was suddenly looking in a pair of stunning blue eyes, a perfect pair of lips were saying something to me. Oh God. He was talking to me. And I was staring! I snapped back to reality in time to hear him say “and I think she would enjoy it as much as I did so,” he put a copy of ‘The glass castle’ on the counter and said “how much?” I reached out my hand and pulled the book towards me. My mind was racing, who’s “she?” and why would he be buying her books? Oh god I’ve been obsessing over a guy who has a girlfriend! OK calm down Deb, your panicking again. I smoothly glanced at the till and said “twelve sixty five, please.”  As he dug around for his wallet I added quickly, “what other books does she like?” he shrugged, still looking for his wallet “I’m not sure, she’s always trying to get me to read these romance novels she’s writing but other than that I’m not sure. Why?” I racked my brain and without thinking said “we like to know what our costumers like, so um, we can give recommendations for books! Yeah.” The ‘yeah’ was probably unnecessary but I had to say something! He found his wallet and held out his credit card and said “well I guess that sounds reasonable.”  I was watching him and for a second we just stared at each other and then he sort of did this hypnotism thing with his card and I snapped again “here you go.” I said as I swiped his card and handed it back. And then he was gone, walking out the door, never to be seen again. No! I had not just spent half an hour obsessing just for him to walk away! I grabbed the receipt and raced out into the rain and said “Hey! You forgot your…” he was gone, lost to the unrelenting winds and rains….