Let's continue the story from a previous post. Here is my original post along with the replies and who they are by.
Instructions: write 1-2 sentences to continue the story. Leave off mid-sentence. Take it anywhere you want. If u cant think of anything grab a book & write something u read or just write whatever pops into your head.
=~=~=~=~=~=
It was a dark and stormy night and Dauna was all alone in her brand new house. Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere she hears...
(Tamstarqueen said...) The loud roar of a bear. She went to her window to see what it was all about, the bear was crouched over looking all hairy and stout...
(Jessica said...) But she lived in a desert, all sandy and hot. She knew that this bear must have traveled a lot!
(Rockin Rita said...) So she waited till it fell asleep to go out and hunt down some food figuring the bear must be hungry. She found some bushes and gathered some berries and cactus juice and brought it home and made a nice...
(Dauna said...) smoothie that ended up coating the kitchen from floor to ceiling. With mop in hand, dauna tried to figure out what else the bear might like, when...
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Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Mountain Wings: Not Just Another Mother
MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#2015 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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Not Just Another Mother
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A few months ago when I was picking up the children at school, another mother I knew well rushed up to me. Emily was fuming with indignation.
"Do you know what you and I are?" she demanded.
Before I could answer, and I didn't really have one handy, she blurted out the reason for her question.
It seemed she had just returned from renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office. Asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation, Emily had hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "Do you have a job, or are you just a .....?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily.
"I'm a mother."
"We don't list 'mother' as an occupation...'housewife' covers it," said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high-sounding title like official Interrogator or Town Registrar.
"And what is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it, I don't know. The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pompous pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field (normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters (the whole darned family) and already have four credits (all daughters)."
"Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are in satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants - ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs, I could hear our new experimental model (6 months) in the child-development program testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt triumphant!
I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another mother."
Motherhood...what a glorious career. Especially when there's a title on the door.
Send this to another Mother you know. Whether a stay-at-home Mom or a career Mom, we should all carry this title.
~Author Unknown~
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#2015 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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Not Just Another Mother
========================
A few months ago when I was picking up the children at school, another mother I knew well rushed up to me. Emily was fuming with indignation.
"Do you know what you and I are?" she demanded.
Before I could answer, and I didn't really have one handy, she blurted out the reason for her question.
It seemed she had just returned from renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office. Asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation, Emily had hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "Do you have a job, or are you just a .....?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily.
"I'm a mother."
"We don't list 'mother' as an occupation...'housewife' covers it," said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high-sounding title like official Interrogator or Town Registrar.
"And what is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it, I don't know. The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pompous pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field (normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters (the whole darned family) and already have four credits (all daughters)."
"Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are in satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants - ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs, I could hear our new experimental model (6 months) in the child-development program testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt triumphant!
I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another mother."
Motherhood...what a glorious career. Especially when there's a title on the door.
Send this to another Mother you know. Whether a stay-at-home Mom or a career Mom, we should all carry this title.
~Author Unknown~
Thank you for inviting MountainWings in your mailbox.
See you tomorrow.
Send this to a mother today:
http://www.mountainwings.com/past/2015.htm
******************************
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
Facebook Status Story #1
NOTE: Here is a collaborative story I started on facebook. Enjoy the read! Please help come up with a good title. And don't forget to participate in the collaborative story started in the previous entry as well as the one in my Xanga blog (you can post as anonymous if you don't have a Xanga account and don't want one)
[RITA] It was a dark and stormy night and Laura was all alone in
her brand new house. Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. Then
all of a sudden out of nowhere she hears. . .
[Darkhuntress Tammy] the creak of footsteps coming up the stairs. She panics. She freaks. With nowhere to hide, she found her closet and went inside. . .
[RITA] and found waayy at the back a magical land known as Narnia. Laura met the fawn and then. . .
[Lisa Marie] As she sat there she thought, "What the f*#> am I doing in here???" So, she got it together and with her chest puffed she went to see who the hell was in her house. . .
[Laura D] She peeked around the corner to see a dark figure moving around. Making sure she had her trusty bow and arrow she flipped on the light to see. . .
[Jennifer Lane] herself staring into a mirror. She screamed! A man, Lance Diamond stared back at her. She suddenly felt faint recalling the night of the accident. . .
[Laura D] when she had been walking to the bathroom and tripped over a dead body, hit her head and fell down the swirly slide into the basement. Laura/Lance didn't remember anything until now. Lance heard a sound behind him and turned around to see that famous celebrity named. . .
[Darkhuntress Tammy] Johnny Depp. "Why are you here?" Lance asked. "Lance, I'm here to take you to Wonderland." replied Mad Hatter Johnny. Lance gave his hand to him and they stepped into the door leading to Wonderland. But before they could go any further it suddenly became cold. . .
[Laura D] "Johnny!" Lance shouted. "This isn't Wonderland! We are back in Narnia!" "My bad," he replied. "What do you think should we do?" asked a very frightened Lance. "Well first I guess we should---" A sudden rustling interrupted Johnny. They turned to see the White Witch. She smiled evilly and pointed her magic wand at Lance. . . .
[Jennifer Lane] He looked closer. The white witch was actually the ghost of Michael Jackson. Ghost Michael said, "Wonderland sucks! Come with me to Neverland!" So off they went to Neverland. First they stopped off in heaven where Michael befriended circus animals who died tragically. The ghost of an elephant bent down for Lance to climb atop. Johnny mounted a giraffe. Michael hopped onto the back of a Bengal Tiger. “Neverland here we come!” Michael said. Each animal took flight. . .
[Darkhuntress Tammy] and off they went. Suddenly, they were being chased by the evil flying monkeys from “The Wizard of Oz.” Johnny pulled out the White Witch's wand and began flinging lightning bolts at the evil monkeys. Lance shot arrows at them while Michael just sat there singing "We Are The World". "Michael, what are you doing?” asked Lance. “Please help us fight!" cried Johnny. "I am helping. Maybe my song would heal the evil monkeys' hearts. Then they won't be so evil anymore.” They all turned and saw the monkeys heavily approaching.
[Laura D] They were clearly out-numbered. All hope seemed lost when suddenly Gandalf the Gray appeared followed by Harry Potter. Gandalf raised his staff over his head and shouted, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" As he brought the staff down there was a loud thump and the monkeys disappeared. "Lance, you are definitely not Legolas," Gandalf told him. “Yeah,” agreed Harry. "He would have shot all those monkeys." "GANDALF!" interrupted Johnny. "You're my hero!” exclaimed Lance. “Show us the way back to Wonderland!" shouted Lance and Johnny. "No, show us the way to Neverland." Michael said. The two started arguing loudly. “Wonderland” “Neverland” “Wonderland” “NEVERLAND!” “WONDERLANDDDDD!” Finally, Gandalf had enough. He. . .
[Darkhuntress Tammy] raised his staff and pointed it at Harry. Harry knew just what to do. He said a spell and poof went Micheal. "Well he WAS getting annoying," Lance said. Johnny smiled a dazzling smile and shook Gandalf's hand. "Off to Wonderland now?" "No, my son, off to NARNIA!" Johnny threw back his head and yelled "Nooooooo."
[RITA] Just then another flicker of light. It was Zeus and he was pissed off! He said. . .
[Darkhuntress Tammy] "Gandalf, why did you use my lightning bolts? I did not give thee permission." "But my lord, the monkeys were attacking them," Gandalf said. "So, I do not care! Have u forgotten I am a selfish GOD!!!" While Zeus was talking, Johnny snuck up behind him with the invisibility cloak he stole from Harry Potter and threw it over him like a potato sack. Gandalf grabbed a rope out of nowhere and tied Zeus up. "Unhand me you fiends, yee shall pay for what you've done." Then Johnny said...
[RITA] "Ah screw it! I don't care anymore! I'm gonna go back to Wonderland and sit down with Alice and the Queen of Hearts and everyone else and watch the finally of American Idol. You are all welcome to join me if you'd like." Just then a flying monkey leaped up and knocked Lance unconscious. When Lance woke up he discovered that he was no longer in Neverland, no longer in Wonderland, no longer in Narnia. Lance was home. He was safe and sound in his bed. All the same, he was still just a little confused. He got up, heart pounding and went to the bathroom. As he turned on the light he looked in the mirror, saw Laura staring back and realized it was all just a crazy and wacky dream! "Oh thank god," said Laura. "I am only human. A girl. And it was all just one unbelievable nightmare of misadventures." And off to bed she went to TRY to get a few ZZZZ's.
THE END!
[Darkhuntress Tammy] Or is it??? DUN DUN DUNNNN . . .
[Darkhuntress Tammy] the creak of footsteps coming up the stairs. She panics. She freaks. With nowhere to hide, she found her closet and went inside. . .
[RITA] and found waayy at the back a magical land known as Narnia. Laura met the fawn and then. . .
[Lisa Marie] As she sat there she thought, "What the f*#> am I doing in here???" So, she got it together and with her chest puffed she went to see who the hell was in her house. . .
[Laura D] She peeked around the corner to see a dark figure moving around. Making sure she had her trusty bow and arrow she flipped on the light to see. . .
[Jennifer Lane] herself staring into a mirror. She screamed! A man, Lance Diamond stared back at her. She suddenly felt faint recalling the night of the accident. . .
[Laura D] when she had been walking to the bathroom and tripped over a dead body, hit her head and fell down the swirly slide into the basement. Laura/Lance didn't remember anything until now. Lance heard a sound behind him and turned around to see that famous celebrity named. . .
[Darkhuntress Tammy] Johnny Depp. "Why are you here?" Lance asked. "Lance, I'm here to take you to Wonderland." replied Mad Hatter Johnny. Lance gave his hand to him and they stepped into the door leading to Wonderland. But before they could go any further it suddenly became cold. . .
[Laura D] "Johnny!" Lance shouted. "This isn't Wonderland! We are back in Narnia!" "My bad," he replied. "What do you think should we do?" asked a very frightened Lance. "Well first I guess we should---" A sudden rustling interrupted Johnny. They turned to see the White Witch. She smiled evilly and pointed her magic wand at Lance. . . .
[Jennifer Lane] He looked closer. The white witch was actually the ghost of Michael Jackson. Ghost Michael said, "Wonderland sucks! Come with me to Neverland!" So off they went to Neverland. First they stopped off in heaven where Michael befriended circus animals who died tragically. The ghost of an elephant bent down for Lance to climb atop. Johnny mounted a giraffe. Michael hopped onto the back of a Bengal Tiger. “Neverland here we come!” Michael said. Each animal took flight. . .
[Darkhuntress Tammy] and off they went. Suddenly, they were being chased by the evil flying monkeys from “The Wizard of Oz.” Johnny pulled out the White Witch's wand and began flinging lightning bolts at the evil monkeys. Lance shot arrows at them while Michael just sat there singing "We Are The World". "Michael, what are you doing?” asked Lance. “Please help us fight!" cried Johnny. "I am helping. Maybe my song would heal the evil monkeys' hearts. Then they won't be so evil anymore.” They all turned and saw the monkeys heavily approaching.
[Laura D] They were clearly out-numbered. All hope seemed lost when suddenly Gandalf the Gray appeared followed by Harry Potter. Gandalf raised his staff over his head and shouted, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" As he brought the staff down there was a loud thump and the monkeys disappeared. "Lance, you are definitely not Legolas," Gandalf told him. “Yeah,” agreed Harry. "He would have shot all those monkeys." "GANDALF!" interrupted Johnny. "You're my hero!” exclaimed Lance. “Show us the way back to Wonderland!" shouted Lance and Johnny. "No, show us the way to Neverland." Michael said. The two started arguing loudly. “Wonderland” “Neverland” “Wonderland” “NEVERLAND!” “WONDERLANDDDDD!” Finally, Gandalf had enough. He. . .
[Darkhuntress Tammy] raised his staff and pointed it at Harry. Harry knew just what to do. He said a spell and poof went Micheal. "Well he WAS getting annoying," Lance said. Johnny smiled a dazzling smile and shook Gandalf's hand. "Off to Wonderland now?" "No, my son, off to NARNIA!" Johnny threw back his head and yelled "Nooooooo."
[RITA] Just then another flicker of light. It was Zeus and he was pissed off! He said. . .
[Darkhuntress Tammy] "Gandalf, why did you use my lightning bolts? I did not give thee permission." "But my lord, the monkeys were attacking them," Gandalf said. "So, I do not care! Have u forgotten I am a selfish GOD!!!" While Zeus was talking, Johnny snuck up behind him with the invisibility cloak he stole from Harry Potter and threw it over him like a potato sack. Gandalf grabbed a rope out of nowhere and tied Zeus up. "Unhand me you fiends, yee shall pay for what you've done." Then Johnny said...
[RITA] "Ah screw it! I don't care anymore! I'm gonna go back to Wonderland and sit down with Alice and the Queen of Hearts and everyone else and watch the finally of American Idol. You are all welcome to join me if you'd like." Just then a flying monkey leaped up and knocked Lance unconscious. When Lance woke up he discovered that he was no longer in Neverland, no longer in Wonderland, no longer in Narnia. Lance was home. He was safe and sound in his bed. All the same, he was still just a little confused. He got up, heart pounding and went to the bathroom. As he turned on the light he looked in the mirror, saw Laura staring back and realized it was all just a crazy and wacky dream! "Oh thank god," said Laura. "I am only human. A girl. And it was all just one unbelievable nightmare of misadventures." And off to bed she went to TRY to get a few ZZZZ's.
THE END!
[Darkhuntress Tammy] Or is it??? DUN DUN DUNNNN . . .
Monday, May 24, 2010
It's Story Time!
Instructions: write 1-2 sentences to continue the story. Leave off mid-sentence. Take it anywhere you want. If u cant think of anything grab a book & write something u read or just write whatever pops into your head.
Day 1. It was a dark and stormy night and Dauna was all alone in her brand new house. Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere she hears...
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Writing
So it's been a while since I really felt like writing anything. I would say probably a good year at least. But at the suggestion of my friend's mom I decided to take a Stand up Comedy Workshop to last from late February to early April 2010. Much to my surprise I have found something else I really enjoy doing- finding the funny in everything around me. I always thought "Meh, I'm not funny." or "I have a dry sense of humor that just isn't very funny." Now I have found a way to channel it and turn my sorta funny personality into something pretty cool (if you ask me). The class has been extended and I am really having a lot of fun with it all! In this blog (Assorted Randomness) and my other one (Xanga Weblog) I've been posting some of my jokes along with other things I find interesting or funny or useful.
I was talking with an old online friend yesterday about writing and blogs and whatnot. Her name is Dauna (http://dauna.xanga.com/weblog) and I happen to think she's really cool, really sweet, and pretty smart and straightforward too. (No she didn't pay me or even ask me to talk about her or her blog.) A couple years ago she started her own online community, if you will, of writers. It was called Tag You're It. It was a collaborative writing initiative- the only website of its kind. It's a couple of years since the website dissolved due to lack of interest, motivation, busy lives, and collaborators and all of a sudden me and Dauna reconnected through Facebook and began to reminisce about the stories we wrote and we realized something- we miss it!
"Why are you telling me all this?" you may be asking me. Well I will soon tell you. Yesterday, Dauna and I were chatting and we started talking about writing again and she mentioned this site she stumbled upon. It's called One Million Monkeys Typing- an evolutionary writing site where only the strongest stories survive. So we both signed up in hopes that it'll bring us as much joy as the original Tag did. Then, we came up with an idea to get us going again. Each day we will set our facebook/twitter statuses to one or two sentences and our friends and followers would continue the story along one or two sentences at a time until people stop responding. Once that happens we'll post it in our blogs and notes as a story. Then, an even better idea came to my mind: do the same thing with our blogs and get our followers involved there too.
So that's what we will be doing starting tomorrow! I'm hoping this will get me to stay more in touch with my friends and help me gather more followers! Here's to the fun!
I was talking with an old online friend yesterday about writing and blogs and whatnot. Her name is Dauna (http://dauna.xanga.com/weblog) and I happen to think she's really cool, really sweet, and pretty smart and straightforward too. (No she didn't pay me or even ask me to talk about her or her blog.) A couple years ago she started her own online community, if you will, of writers. It was called Tag You're It. It was a collaborative writing initiative- the only website of its kind. It's a couple of years since the website dissolved due to lack of interest, motivation, busy lives, and collaborators and all of a sudden me and Dauna reconnected through Facebook and began to reminisce about the stories we wrote and we realized something- we miss it!
"Why are you telling me all this?" you may be asking me. Well I will soon tell you. Yesterday, Dauna and I were chatting and we started talking about writing again and she mentioned this site she stumbled upon. It's called One Million Monkeys Typing- an evolutionary writing site where only the strongest stories survive. So we both signed up in hopes that it'll bring us as much joy as the original Tag did. Then, we came up with an idea to get us going again. Each day we will set our facebook/twitter statuses to one or two sentences and our friends and followers would continue the story along one or two sentences at a time until people stop responding. Once that happens we'll post it in our blogs and notes as a story. Then, an even better idea came to my mind: do the same thing with our blogs and get our followers involved there too.
So that's what we will be doing starting tomorrow! I'm hoping this will get me to stay more in touch with my friends and help me gather more followers! Here's to the fun!
Friday, May 14, 2010
The T.I.R.E.D. Device
MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#10134 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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The T.I.R.E.D. Device
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The seven-year-old and the four-year-old each held my hand (or rather I held on to them) as we walked down the mall.
I felt like a helicopter trying to get the blades spinning. They jerked, twirled, and pulled my arms as we walked.
After 30 minutes, I wondered, "Don't these kids ever get tired?"
I am an inventor. I have developed computer programs, music, electronic devices, cosmetics, health products, mechanical devices and other stuff in addition to writing MountainWings.
I have an idea and I want to run it by you to see if you would want one. It's always good to do market research before spending a lot of time developing something.
This is the idea:
A device that transfers your kid's excess energy to you.
It's called the "Transfer In Reverse Energy Device" or T.I.R.E.D. for short.
Whenever you feel a little drained and your kids have energy to spare, you would simply push the button labeled "T.I.R.E.D." and instantly (well maybe in ten seconds or so) you would get a big burst of energy and they would calm down.
Before I began working on T.I.R.E.D., I just wonder is there anyone besides me who needs such a machine and how much would you pay for it?
~A MountainWings Original~
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#10134 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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The T.I.R.E.D. Device
======================
The seven-year-old and the four-year-old each held my hand (or rather I held on to them) as we walked down the mall.
I felt like a helicopter trying to get the blades spinning. They jerked, twirled, and pulled my arms as we walked.
After 30 minutes, I wondered, "Don't these kids ever get tired?"
I am an inventor. I have developed computer programs, music, electronic devices, cosmetics, health products, mechanical devices and other stuff in addition to writing MountainWings.
I have an idea and I want to run it by you to see if you would want one. It's always good to do market research before spending a lot of time developing something.
This is the idea:
A device that transfers your kid's excess energy to you.
It's called the "Transfer In Reverse Energy Device" or T.I.R.E.D. for short.
Whenever you feel a little drained and your kids have energy to spare, you would simply push the button labeled "T.I.R.E.D." and instantly (well maybe in ten seconds or so) you would get a big burst of energy and they would calm down.
Before I began working on T.I.R.E.D., I just wonder is there anyone besides me who needs such a machine and how much would you pay for it?
~A MountainWings Original~
Thank you for inviting MountainWings in your mailbox. See you tomorrow.
Forward this issue to a friend or send them the link below:
http://www.mountainwings.com/
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