Showing posts with label promptuesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label promptuesday. Show all posts

PROMPTuesday: Friends

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

I'm fortunate to have lots of close friends. The many new people I've met through blogging, friends I've known since grade school, and some since high school and college. Today's PROMPTuesday from Deb is to write about a friend:

"Do you have a friend who makes you laugh, a guaranteed good time? Write about this friend. Tell us a funny memory, something he or she said, or some goofball thing you did together."

It would take me many blog posts to tell you about my friends Amy and Amber. I met Amy in fifth grade and Amber sophomore year of high school. Amy still lives in our hometown and I try to get together with her whenever we go back to visit my mom. Amber's sister lives in San Diego and I see her when she comes down to visit. I saw both of them a few weeks ago at our first adult sleep over (not like THAT! well, maybe a little).

There were cocktails, a little breaking and entering and cleavage sniffing (let your imaginations chew on that!).

Anyway, when I saw the PROMPTuesday topic for this week I immediately thought of my high school year book and all the things Amy and Amber wrote in it.

From Amy: "Melvin, I will never, ever forget all the good times we had... Conejo Cowboys (with that BABE R (Let's Smurf 2, 3,4), Chasing JH around town, Conejo Valley Days (the more you show, the faster you go!), getting jobs together, having scream sessions at Foster's, Los Tantos Favoritos, visiting T at the Red Onion... Geez, there's so much we've done! Excuse me, is this yours? Does it fly? La, la, la Prin-cess Bride!"

From Amber (who wrote one sentance along the top of the page for 30 pages): "Junior year was a blast but this year, WOAH BABY! We've had some record breaking experiences. I'll never forget our math chats. You've taught me so much. Not just about the nasty stuff, but you made me really take a look at me. I'm very happy for you and Phil (Regis, Philopean). I'm glad we took the plunge into Life Skills [class] together!"

None of that means anything to you. Most of the things we find hilarious with friends leave everyone else scratching their heads. But to me it represents good times, great memories and pee your pants laughter (see adult weekend above).The fact that I can read those words, look through my pictures and scrapbooks and instantly go back to that time and start laughing all over again is a true testament to how much these two mean to me.

We've been through high school crushes, first boyfriends, crappy jobs, losing our virginity, college stress, sending friends off to the military, marriage and divorce, pregnancy and babies and anything and everything in between. We've laughed, cried, been drunk and danced together (sometimes on tables). I love them like sisters and I'm so glad I have them in my life. Homie and Bub, thank you so much for all the laughs we've had and those yet to come!

PrompTuesday: I Asked Him to Marry Me with No Underwear On

Monday, March 23, 2009

This is my second attempt at PROMPTuesday. This week's theme, love, is extra special and important because someone I like, admire and think is SO funny is soon to be affianced, but doesn't know it yet. Secret surprises are awesome! If you'd like to get in on the love, and write your own PROMPT, go visit my SFAM (sistah from another mister) Deb and read the rules. This is a short story, with a moral, but one I've not told here before.

I mentioned in my 10-year anniversary post that I proposed to Phil. When we got "engaged," we were living in a two-bedroom apartment in Ocean Beach. One of his Navy buddies was our roommate. Phil was at sea, our roommate was heading out shortly after and their ships were scheduled to cross paths in Hawaii. Phil was coming home for his sister's wedding in a few weeks and I would pick him up at March Air Force Base.

Before our roommate left, I went to Victoria's Secret and bought a small bit of lace, sprayed it with Phil's favorite perfume and wrapped it in tissue paper. I gave the package to our roommate along with a note that read, "Bring these with you when I pick you up because I won't be wearing any," and asked him to give it to Phil when he saw him. A few weeks later, on Friday, September 4th, 1998, with no undies on, I asked Phil to marry me.

Relationships can be hard. Marriage, a good strong one, takes effort and work. But never forget to keep it fun!

If you want to participate in Proposal 2.0, write a post about love, marriage, your engagement story or best relationship advice you've ever received and add it to the Mr. Linky here. *Update* 3/25 She said YES!!!!!

PROMPTuesday Becomes What the Hell Wednesday

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The brilliantly talented Deb at SanDiegoMomma challenges us to put on our creative thinking caps and bring out our inner Hemingway. The rules are simple:

1. You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kick in. Just set a timer, make your kid count to 600 slowly, whatever. It’s an honor system. And I trust you.

2. Keep to 250 words or less.

3. Please have fun. Don’t put pressure on yourself. Together, let’s rediscover the simple joy in the writing process.

4. Post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.

This week's theme is deception. Says Deb, "Write about deception. Whatever that means to you. Can be fact or fiction."

OK, I choose fiction. Because I'm a coward, this is my first PROMPTuesday. I cheated a little, modifying a portion of a story I wrote in a creative writing class to fit the 250 word limit. Be gentle with me, I'm fragile right now. ;^)

When Sydney came home from work, she was surprised to see Travis home early. He was at the kitchen table, apparently engrossed in bills. She kissed him, picked up the mail and started talking about her day, not noticing the look on his face.

“Work has been so hectic with this new account. We’re frantic trying to make deadline. Wow, look at all these RSVP’s! The wedding just keeps getting bigger!”

Sydney stopped talking long enough to realize Travis hadn't said a word. He was stock still, looking back and forth between Sydney and the mail in front of him, replaying the conversation he just had with her mother.

“Babe, what’s wrong? If that’s the Visa bill it WAS an emergency,” she joked, walking back to the table.

Wordlessly, he handed her the paper. She took it, vowing to intercept the credit card statements from now on. When she realized what is was, the color drained from her face, her knees gave and she sat down, hard. Travis broke the silence.

“Were you going to tell me? Or were you going to let me walk down the aisle THEN come clean”

“You’re angry, and you should be. But I can-”

“What? Explain?” he shouted.

“Yes, but-“

“You used to be a MAN! You had a dick! I wanted to marry you, have a family. Now I look like a jackass.” He took his keys and slammed out.

She couldn’t move, think or cry. The creamy vellum envelopes mocked her from the coffee table.
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