Assignment #4

OK here is one from Kaitlyn the three words are:

• Moustache
• Bald-headed
• Door

that's it.

The Third Assignment

"Mary, time to get up!" yelled Mary's mother through the crack of her door. Mary slowly opened her eyes and yawned. She was sore from the day before because her father had her help him dig a ditch. It took them all day. When she had fullen awakened, Mary realized it was the day she and her friend Katherine were going to see a horse show. Mary was so panicked! The show was in 45 minutes and she had to take a shower and fix her hair, pick out some clothes, put her shoes on.
She picked out her outfit, then rushed into the bathroom and took a shower as fast as she could, which took her about 10 minutes.
Then she ran back into her room. While she was running, she knocked over her hairspray bottle which her brother had been fiddling with earlier. It spilled all over the outfit she had picked out. She heard her mother calling her in the distance: "Time to get up, Mary!"
She woke up and realized it was all a dream. And she wasn't really going to a horse show today.
Mary slowly got up from her bed, went into the bathroom and took a shower, and spread some mousse in her hair. She stared in surprise at the label. "Mousse? I thought it was spelled moose!" Oh well.
When she came out of her room and ate breakfast, her brother came into the kitchen and said, "Hey, Mom. Can you buy me a hammer, so that I can do an experiment on Mary's hairspray bottle?"
"No, Dickey," said their mom.

THE END

Assignment #3

OK, this one's from Mom. Your 3 words/phrases this time are:

• moose
• hairspray
• hammer

hmmm...is there a connection? Can I make a connection? Think, think, think...

Pink limo and unicorns in a manly way!

"Don't look down," he told himself, he held on to the bar of the ferris wheel and tried not to think of falling.
Little flecks of soil were sticking to his forearms, he noticed in a detached sort of way. He supposed his arms had gotten dirty as he tumbled out of the top cage of the ferris wheel as it crested the peak of its arc. Funny how your brain detaches and notices little details like that in stressful situations.
He shook off the myopia when the ferris wheel lurched again. There were screams somewhere down below him. A fuzzy pink stuffed unicorn went tumbling past him on its way to the ground.
He began pulling himself up to the alleged "safety" of his seat. Stretching his left leg up, he managed to hook it over the lowest bar of the cage with no little effort. He tumbled back into his seat, and his eye fell on the pink limousine that had been giving rides around the carnival earlier. He could see a little crowd of people gathered around it, pointing toward him.

Suddenly an ugly little thought crawled up from the base of his neck and left a nasty sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked up and over his shoulder and his bad feelings were confirmed.

Not only was he NOT out of danger -- but the reason for the entire mess became suddenly, startling, horrifingly clear.

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(it's not easy being the only man in the house :)

Knock! Knock! Knock! Came the sound on Alexandra's bedroom door. She grimaced. That would probably be her Dad ready to very loudly and very off-keyedly serenade, sing, implore, and command her to get up! "Mmph!" she grunted. She was not ready to be woken up yet. But it was her Mom, "Hey wake up Alex! Arise your soul arise." Alexandra sighed, lay there with her eyes closed for a minute, then she sat up and got up. Later that day she sighed again. She was not ready to give her speech at the Wishing Club presidential meeting. Once every 6 months the Wishing Club elected a new president, vice president, and secretary. (which she found amusing considering the people in the club were ages 10-13 + there was thirteen club members). "Oh well", she said to herself, "There's no going back now!" Once up on stage (3 wooden crates put side-by side, + 5 stacked up to make a podium) she cleared her throat into the soda bottles that served as amplifiers and said, "This term I have found a couple of wishes in the wishing box which I find funny. Would you like me to read them?" "Yes!" everybody shouted.(obviously eager to hear). Pausing dramatically she plunged her hand into the wish-box. "OK here is one from Tiffany Sawyer, July 9, 2005. Ahem." she cleared her throat again and read, "I wish that I had a pink 20 passenger seat limousine with a Jacuzzi and a TV." Alexandra stopped reading and looked up in time to see everybody in the clubhouse roar with laughter. She smiled and held up her hand for silence and they quieted down. "Thank you, thank you, but let's save your energy for the rest, shall we? Now this one was by Diana Montoya on June 4, 2005. "I wish that I had a green Unicorn. I would ride him all over the world in a couple of minutes." Again the gales of helpless roaring and again she held up her hand and the roaring subsided into scattered titters and giggles.after reading a few more wishes Alexandra finished her speech and at the conclusion was heavily applauded.
By the time all the club members who hadn't volunteered to stay and help clean up had gotten most of the soil out of their hair (from rolling around in helpless laughter) and gone home, Alexandra had changed out of her new lavender silk dress and into, a green tank top and some shorts (she had volunteered to stay and help) and once they were done the vote-counters walked up to her and said: "Congratulations on all the applause you got but... we're afraid that you didn't win the campaign". Alexandra stood up and blinked a couple of times and said "Thank you for telling me. I am not very disappointed.I suppose I didn't really expect to win... but give my congratulations to the new president " With that she flipped a strand of honey blonde hair over her shoulder, turned and walked home wondering if she would have even enjoyed being president.

Hope

The child stood and rubbed her hands on her dirty skirt. Her hands were no cleaner when she had finished. The soil still clung to her skin in dark stubborn streaks.
The daily rain had been a blessing at first, but now her parents wondered aloud when it would stop. Her father looked with furrowed brows at the weather page, and grumbled about ruined crops and new bank loans.
She looked around. The glowering clouds hung heavily over her, making her scowl in response. In the sandbox, a unicorn with a matted tail lay sadly in the muck, and Barbie's faded pink limousine was hopelessly mired. Her tricycle was too far away. There was nothing to do out here.
She tipped her head up for one last look, and a joyful glint of sun met her eyes. The little girl's eyes sparkled in response. She dashed for the house, where her smiling parents met her at the door.

Pro 12:25 Heaviness in the heart of man makes it stoop, but a good word makes it
glad.
Pro 15:30 The light of the eyes rejoices the heart; a good report
makes the bones fat.

my second assignment

We had just finished loading the groceries into the back of the van. Then we loaded ourselves up and headed toward home so I picked it up my book and rested it against the potting soil mom bought. The book I was reading was about a blue unicorn trying to rescue its friend (who was a dragon). Just as I finished reading this sentence all my sisters started yelling loooook loooooooook!!!!!!!!!!! I looked the window and there was a pink limo!!! it was sooooo cool!!!!!!!!!

P.S. this is not a true story but it was written so that it could possibly come true.
Kaitlyn

new assignment

3 words/concepts

1.) pink limosene
2.) unicorn
3.) soil
( i know , i know, i had deanna and kaitlyn each pick a word)

Perameters

at least one paragraph long
reality based (NOT fantasy) fiction


DUE DATE: 10-15-05

Kaitlyn's green note pad story

Once upon a time,
There was a girl with a school assignment called the Green Note Pad assignment she had to use these three words:

1. Green note pad

2. Beginning

3. Cold room

So for the assignment she wrote this story:

Once upon a time,
There was a girl with a school assignment called the green note pad assignment,
And for the assignment she had to use these three words:

1. Green note pad

2. Cold room

3. Beginning


So for the assignment she wrote this story:

Once upon a time,
There was a girl with a school assignment called the green note pad assignment,
And for the assignment she had to use these three words:

1. Green note pad

2. Cold room

3. Beginning

Well you get the idea.
Kaitlyn.

Say, sweetheart

He wished the night was humid. He really hated the cold.

He pushed back the battered fedora, scratched his head with a pencil and flipped open the green notepad he always kept in his back pocket.

With a glance at the tattered page in his left hand, his mind trailed back to the beginning of the whole mess - back to the moment he first lay eyes on her.

He had been sitting at his desk thinking he should unprop his feet and turn on the heat - the room had grown cold in the hour after dusk- when she breezed through the door. "They told me you'd still be here" she said as the door clicked shut.

He thought back to that moment - him sitting there in that cold room - her words hanging in the air between them...if he'd only told her to take a hike, but he hadn't. He'd always had a weakness for a dame in distress so he had listened politely to her offer.It had seemed so innocent at the time.

A siren began wailing off in the distance. It jerked him back from the past and he ducked into the alley across the street. There wasn't any use kicking himself over yesterday it wouldn't keep him alive tonight.

Putting the notepad away, he patted the left side of his coat to make sure the .38 was still in place. He began to realize he needed a plan to get though the rest of the night, at least if he wanted stay alive long enough to get paid......

(shameless props to "the Maltese Falcon" and "Throw Mama from the Train")

The Night was 'umid

The night was humid (well, it was) when I found out that I was going to do my first mudstomping job. This wasn't just any mudstomping job. This was the mudstomping job that would change my room forever.
Mine was a cold room, the coldest room in the house. I suspected that Mom and Dad were prepared for me to be inaccurate in the beginning because they didn't yell at me when the mud rained down.
I think Mom needs to write down in her little green notepad that we need more (drywall)mud, we used almost all of it last night.
My room is the coldest room in the house because it is all closed up with its own A/C window unit. (in case you're wondering, Kaitlyn and I slept out on the deck... on the mattresses wrapped in sheets and sleeping bags).

The gender scale has tipped a little further...

As if the male gender wasn't already rare enough in our household, the scale just tipped a little farther.
No, we're not expecting a new baby.
We just, well, forgive me: we just retrieved our 2-weeks-missing Golden Retriever from the local animal shelter. Lady is back! And she is happy with all the heartfelt, bubbling-over drooly joy that only a Golden Retriever can muster.
Who even knew that the little town nearby had an animal shelter? Well, apparently one of our neighbors knew when they placed the call to have our sweet Lady dog-napped, but we won't dwell on that. When, by God's good providence, I just happened to hear somebody mention the shelter, I whipped out my trusty green notepad and jotted down the name of the place.
From the beginning, the children were sure that Lady was there, but I tried not to get my hopes up. But I needn't have worried. I did a little sleuthing to acquire the number, called the shelter and left a message, and settled down to wait. Well, if you can't expect a small town to have a listed phone number for the animal shelter, then obviously they won't actually staff the animal shelter.
Three days later, we received an exciting call: there was indeed a sweet young female Golden Retriever at the shelter. The nice lady knew only that she had been there about 10 days. She said that if we could come between 9 AM and noon, we might be lucky enough to find the gate unlocked and the cleaning crew at work. Otherwise, we would need to call the sheriff's department and see if they could spare a deputy to come show us the animal shelter inmates.
Getting viewing privileges was more easily said than done, and involved getting on a first name basis with the sheriff's dispatch, but in the end it all worked out. As soon as we were able, we all piled out of the living room and into the stuffy Suburban; out of the Suburban and into the shelter; back to the Suburban and over to the cold room at the sheriff's department; and back into the now steaming hot Suburban, which would be even steamier when we were joined an hour later by a highly excited, heavily panting, very slobbery golden girl.
But Lady was ours again!
We brought her home, washed off some of the kennel odor (which she seemed very willing to be shed of) and took turns being slobbered upon, while we hatched out new and better plans for keeping a very intelligent and ambitious dog confined. Our dog may be bad, but life is good.

The Green Notepad Project

Welcome to our family's creative writing project.
Each project will be introduced with a short of list of wildly unrelated words or phrases. Participants will use these words or phrases in their own creatively written post.
Easy, right?

the list:
green notepad
cold room
beginning

Anyone is eagerly invited to participate. Shannon, this means you. Blog members will post their creations. If you're not a member you may post your contribution in the comment section.