Tuesday's Tidbits: April 5, 2011

Dear Daisy,

I know the thunderstorms were pretty bad last night and frightened you. And you know that you are not allowed upstairs. As the one who has the most sympathy for you I feel the need to warn you: sneaking into the bedroom and lying at Mr. Sister's side of the bed won't score you any points.

Your human,
Mama 5th

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Dear Swim Coach,

Please be advised that if a child injures himself, under your care, the parents need to be informed right away. As it was, when we picked up the Munch at 8:00pm, it was too late for Urgent Care and a late night trip to the ER was necessary.  Diagnosis: Fracture. Treatment plan: ice, pain medication, a visit to the orthopedic specialist, and limited use of right hand for the next few weeks. I will give you kudos for the marvelous splint job (the ER doctor was impressed). However, making him swim after the injury takes away any bonus points you may have earned.

In closing,
Mama Bear 5th

UPDATE: Just spoke with the coach...putting her perspective and Munchie Boy's together has allowed me to see the bigger picture. Munch did not complain of hand pain initially. The coach looked at it and there was no swelling at that time.The coach did not have him do any strokes or work his hand in any way...streamlining and kicks only. The coach made Munch stop when noticible swelling developed. The injury occurred later in practice then what we had initially thought. By the time any swelling or complaints of pain happened, Mr. Sister was on his way to pick him up. We've all learned something from this, especially the coach. I was very pleased with her phone call and assured her that I know accidents will and do happen. That is life. She made her amends and was quite contrite. I'm sure this was a difficult call for her to make. By the way...Munch is doing better this morning. The swelling is down. His ortho appointment is tomorrow afternoon (the doctor looked at the X-Ray and felt it was okay to wait a day to see him) and we will go from there. Thank you for all of your sincere concern. My bloggy buddies are the BEST!

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Dear Life,

Why is it, that when I have plans in place you throw me a curve-ball? I really don't want to be batting in this ball game! Thankfully, I have the free will to choose whether to play along or not. I'll sit this inning out, thank you very much.

Respectively,
Player #5

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Dear Spring,

Please be advised that my lawyer will be contacting you shortly with a cease and desist order. Your pollen is no longer welcome at the Sister House.

Litigiously yours,
Mr., Mrs. and the Little Sisters

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Dear Ms. Jenny,

The box of sunshine arrived on our doorstep just when we needed it most! I guess when life gives us lemons, it's time to make lemonade! (and lemon curd, lemon meringue pie, lemon cake, etc...)

Your pal and biggest fan,

5th Sister

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That is all for now. Happy Tuesday!

Saturday Centus: Exit 181

It's that time again...another story, 100 words or less, based upon a single prompt. This week's prompt is in green.

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The sign caught her off guard: Exit 181, ½ mile ahead. She veers off and pulls into the Quick Stop, finding an inconspicuous parking spot near the back of the station.  Panic begins to set in. What, in heaven’s name, is she doing here?  Could she really go through with this? She thought of her family back home:  the kids depending upon her, the husband supporting her. Deep down she knew what was right. With determination, a silent prayer, and a heavy sigh she pulls out, continuing her journey towards recovery, ever grateful for the intervention of the previous night. 

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Flash Friday 55: A Very Lame, Late Post

"55 is the limit!"

so sayeth G, the Man,

challenging our synapses

just to see if we can

write a short story,

a poetic stanza or two

what words do we choose?

which simply won't do?

begin with a topic

an idea - fresh and unique

"write, parse, edit...repeat"

becomes our mantra, each and every week!

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Y is for Saying Yes

I’ve cried yes to childhood dreams

to hopes, desires, promises implied

only to capture, cage, stifle them

by burying deep inside

I’ve shouted yes to magic spells

enchantments invoked, conjured, cast

captivating, bewitching me;

part of wizarding man’s craft

I’ve whispered yes to forbidden fruit

harvested, fermented from vintner’s vine

a potion to numb my fears;

courage from bottled wine

Yearning to find a way out

of messes my yesses have wrought

gathering tools, weapons, skills

as internal battle is fought

I’ve learned the only yes that counts

is to Spirit, Father, and Son

for all that’s truly necessary

is Their will, not mine, be done

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I found "Y" to be particularly difficult this go round. I struggled to come up with enough words beginning with Y to make write a prose of any sense. So instead, I'm offering something a little different from my usual alliterative "alphabet style". I based a poem around one word. I'm not sure if it's successful or not, but it is what it is. Enjoy. 

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