Monday Musings (on a Thursday Morning): May 19, 2011

Dear Summit Coffee,

It's not like I appeared on your doorstop at Oh Dark:Thirty yesterday morning. It was 8:00 a.m. and I was in dire need of my usual espresso drink. You're a coffee shop. Seriously...how could you be out of espresso?

A Sleepy Headed 5th

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Dear Ultra Swim Meet,

You sure know how to treat your volunteers!

Free t-shirts.

(we match!)

Perfect view of the pool. 

Even when the view was obstructed, it was still pretty darn spectacular.

Whoa...too close!

We were treated to the latest fashion in swim-wear by fashion forward athletes.

However, getting up close and personal to Michael Phelps had to have been the highlight of the day. 

I was enjoying my volunteer station so much that Mr. Sister had to drag me away when my shift was over. Really. Just ask him.

Until next year,

A Free-Styling 5th

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Dear Thrift Shop,

SHOES!

Need I say more?

A toe-tapping 5th

P.S. And yes, I bought them all! You're welcome.

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Dear Pygmy Goats,

Where for art thou pygmy goats? You've been gone 2 weeks now. I fear you are never coming back. Oh, and your friend, the llama? Where is the llama? Come to think of it, he's been gone even longer. I do not like this one bit. I so look forward to my morning "AWWW" moments and pray that you return some day soon.

Missing you,

A Woeful 5th

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The Blogspot "Blackout" has really messed with my muse. I'm hoping that the creative juices will flow again soon. In the meantime, bear with me. 

Saturday Centus: Two for One!

Last week I was at work when our dear Ms. Jenny posted a wonderful story prompt. She was heavy in my thoughts as I penned this little100 word story (taking place FAR into the future). The prompt is in red. 

The elderly woman shuffled towards the old shed she used for storage. She was grateful that she needn’t worry about inclement weather destroying her possessions as the hot Arizona sun beat down upon her bent frame.  She stepped through the creaky door into the stuffy interior. She spied the trunk. Fumbling with the old skeleton key on a chain around her neck she unlocked and raised its lid. There they were. She lifted the stack of letters from the ancient chest. Smiling she began to read:  “A is for…”

And that is where her children found her the next day. 

(In no way was this meant to be morbid but rather an honor to the woman whose memes helped me find my inner voice and strength through the alphabet!)

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And the following is this week’s essay. Consider it my little 100 word public service announcement. The prompt is in blue. 

She knew she needed to leave it alone, let it go its course, but she couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t help herself. She had a date that night and didn’t want that monstrosity remaining on the tip of her nose. So she did what any naive 17 year old would do. She squeezed and picked at the darn thing.  Unfortunately for her, this was no ordinary pimple. It was infected. MRSA to be exact.  It was growing bigger by the minute. She missed out on that date as she was rushed to the hospital with a severe case of cellulitis. 

I am sorry for the "Ewww" factor of this particular story. Please, however, visit the following links for further information on MRSA or cellulitis.

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Monday Musings: June 14, 2010

Dear Summer,

Yeah, it's about time you made it official, seeing how you've been hanging around the past several weeks. Listen, I know that generally you are all about sunshine and heat but I give you permission to take a break every once in awhile. We won't mind...honest! In any case, welcome back!

Warmly yours,

One Hot 5th!

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Dear Bethany,

Congratulations on landing your summer babysitting job! It will keep you busy and out of trouble. Listen, can I borrow $20?

Your cash poor Mama 5th

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Dear Ikea,

I love you! Where else could I have gone and picked up 14 storage bins, 20 wooden hangers and a full lunch for 3 for under $50? Awesome! Next time I promise we'll spend more time together...Bethany is in the market for a new bookcase.

Gratefully yours,

A Penny Pinching 5th

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Dear Boss,

I may be getting a wee bit too old for 36 hours, 3 days in a row, 12 hour shifts. Although we were steady and not overwhelmingly too busy, I'm unsure if my joints can handle it much longer! Let's suffice it to say that now that I am no longer a "home schooling mom" I have a bit more flexibility with the schedule.

A weary 5th

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Dear Right Knee,

What gives? I've never had an issue with you before. At 48 (nearly 49) you are way too young to begin giving me trouble. Now stop it. I mean it!

A hobbled 5th

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Dear Ben Gay,

Although you sure can be a smelly and greasy mess may I just say THANK YOU! You helped me forget about the trouble Mr. RK was causing. I hope you don't mind if I hold you hostage for a while longer. I'll release you to the comfy confines of your drawer as soon as RK starts behaving.

A stinky 5th

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Dear Monday,

It felt good to sleep in until 6:30 am. I was hoping to stay in bed a wee bit longer but 6:30 is better than 4:30 any day. Could you tell your buddy Tuesday to not disturb me until maybe after 7:00? Thanks. I appreciate it.

A weary 5th

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Wishing you all a great week this 1st day of Summer!