Time off

Prompt: What is the worst part of getting time off work or school?

Going back to work. The countless emails you have to go through, the work you need to catch up on, the daily grind, the same lunch food--all of it combined just doesn't make the whole thing appealing. I'd rather stay on vacation. Work sucks.

A pear, a bowl of strawberries, and a camelia blossom.

All three looked perfect together as a centerpiece on her perfect Thanksgiving table. It was their first official Thanksgiving together as a couple and she wanted to make it as picture perfect as possible. They'd wanted to go home to see their families during the holiday, but they knew they needed to save money and Christmas would be here soon enough. They could wait. So she decided to cook a dinner with all the fixings on a much smaller scale. The last thing she needed was enough leftovers to last them until Christmas.

She took a step back from her creation and smiled. This would be the perfect Thanksgiving.

What manifestations of abundance are present in your life today?

I seem to have an abundance of anxiety, which is evident by my tense shoulders, sore jaw, rash and headaches. Yes, I need this Friday over and done with, so there's no more anticipation and I can just focus on the aftermath. I know I should complain about something so insignificant. I'm very thankful that my year wasn't as drama-filled as it could have been because I know others who would classify 2009 as their worst year ever. Yes, I'm had my share of downs, but I'm alive, healthy and getting by--which seems to be a lot this year. Now, I need to go to sleep because I feel as though my immune system is tired of fighting and I definitely don't want to be ill for Friday's extractions.

A moldy jack-o-lantern falls off the front porch step...

...as she walks up the stairs for the first time in months. There's very little she remembers from that night, and a small part of her is thankful for her Swiss-cheese memory. The other part desperately wants to know what happened that night. Her shrink thinks coming back here will help stir her memories. She's not sure if knowing the truth will help her sanity or make her crazier.

The stairs creak as she walks up them and for some reason she can vaguely remember that detail; it feels like deja vu. Remnants of the yellow police tape are scattered on the porch and it looks like no one has touched this place since that night. She's not ready to go in yet, so she walks along the porch, touching the railing as if it'll spark something in her and tell her what she needs to know. Unfortunately, nothing comes of it except for a few blackened fingers from the dirt that's accumulated on the the once white wood.

She takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes. She remembers the smell of the crisp fall air from that night even though it's already summer. Her eyes open and she feels she's ready to walk right into the abandoned house of nightmares. There's a chance that once she walks through that door her brain will experience memory overload, but she doesn't care. She knows she needs to do this, face that tragic night again, in order to move forward with her life. She reaches for the knob, but before her hand even touches it the door flies open and she's plunged into darkness once again.

What is the farthest you traveled from home as a child? Describe the experience.

The Philippines. I don't remember much about the early trips, but I do remember visiting family and an attachment I felt to the place. I wasn't born there, but every time I visit, it kind of feels like going home.

What was the last CD you bought?

The Glee Soundtrack.

I tend to favor soundtracks for some reason. If you look at my CD collection you'll see a majority of them are soundtracks. I suppose it's because of my love of TV and film. Songs remind me of certain scenes and feelings, and I suppose that's why I tend to gravitate toward them. I absolutely had to have the Glee soundtrack because I love the songs, the singers have great voices and every song reminds me of a great scene or performance. Here's a rundown of the entire CD:

1. Don't Stop Believin': The greatness of the show. They sing this song at the end of the pilot episode and this solidifies the establishment of the Glee club.
2. Can't Fight This Feelin': Reminds me of Finn and Rachel.
3. Gold Digger: Mr. Schuester trying to teach the kids to dance. I busted up laughing when I first saw this performance. This was when I realized Mr. S had some moves.
4. Take a Bow: Finn rejects Rachel. I could totally feel Rachel's heartbreak.
5. Bust Your Windows: Mercedes gets pissed off at Kurt because she's in love with him and he lies and says he has a thing with Rachel.
6. Taking Chances: Rachel's star performance.
7. Alone: Mr. Schuester's awesome karaoke duet with the amazing Kristen Chenowith--in a bowling alley.
8. Maybe This Time: The amazing Kristen Chenowith doing another duet with Rachel. Kristen's character is auditioning for the glee club and Rachel is practicing as the star of Cabaret.
9. Somebody to Love: The club's performance in front of the school after Rachel joins them again.
10. Hate on Me: Mercedes flexes her golden pipes.
11. No Air: You can see the sparks between Finn and Rachel as they perform their duet.
12. You Keep Me Hangin' On: The first time we see Quinn with her own solo as she practices with the Cheerios. I kind of feel sorry for her in this scene.
13. Keep Holding On: Another Finn and Rachel duet.
14. Bust a Move: Mr. S trying to teach the kids the fine art of the mash-up. I love how he totally digs old school hip hop.
15. Sweet Caroline: Our dear Puck trying to win the heart of Rachel with this Neil Diamond classic.
16. Dancing with Myself: A great Artie solo. It's amazing what he can do in a wheelchair.
17. Defying Gravity: The diva-off between Kurt and Rachel. Love this song and their rendition of it.
18. I Wanna Sex You Up: Mr. S and the Acafellas strutting their stuff on the stage. I could not stop laughing!
19. I Could Have Danced All Night: Mr. S. and Ms. Pillsbury dancing in the bridal boutique. They totally have chemistry and her bridal look was flawless.
20. The episode in which this appears and not been aired yet. I can't wait.

Behaving childishly was an art form to them but like everything else it was a means to an end.

How else were they supposed to get what they wanted? It was proven to work time and time again, so they saw no reason to stop. They were entitled to everything. Their money could get them anything regardless of how they acted. Cause a scene in one of the hottest clubs and they got immediate entrance...

Blah...who amy I kidding? I got nothing today. Maybe I can try again tomorrow.

10 Things that Make Me Laugh

1. My sister
2. The eTrade singing babies
3. The kitten mittens from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
4. Funny accents
5. The Office
6. Barney Stinson from HIMYM
7. The scene from Harold & Kumar where they're singing Hold On by Wilson Phillips
8. Glee
9. The puppies
10. Video footage of my drunk friend

The shy rhinocerous that went to an enchanted forest...

...felt like he was walking into a dream of pretty sparkles and fairy dust. He saw birds in trees singing and furry little animals hopping across his path welcoming him to this beautiful place. It was much better than where he'd just came from--more friendly and happy. The tall trees provided shade from the hot sun and a nearby lake offered cool water for playing and frolicking. Yes, he knew he'd be happy here, and maybe he wouldn't be so shy anymore.

Burning with the creative fire, I...

Look like Medusa? I suppose if I really had the creative fire burning within me my hair would look like this, a crazy mess.  Sadly, no fire burning today. Sure, there are flickers but nothing that ever becomes a full-blown brush fire. I'm notorious for being one of those people who can start something, but actually finishing it is a whole different story. I never really thought I had a short attention span, but maybe I do. Or maybe I just run out of steam. I probably need to learn to pace myself and not get distracted. Sigh...is it Friday yet?

She left behind a Pez dispenser and a pair of pink underwear.

Scratch that...her vintage Popeye Pez dispenser and her favorite pair of pink underwear. Now her stupid, annoying ex-boyfriend was holding them for ransom. She was never having break-up sex again--ever. What was she thinking?! She could let the undies go, but she had to get that Pez dispenser back. There was no way she could let that valuable memento go--it was too special to her. So instead of giving into his demands, which included getting back together, she was going to have to find another way to get her prized possession back form the pathetic little pain in her ass.

Why he wanted her back, she had no idea. They fought all the time and toward the end they could barely stand each other. Her little moment of weakness last night only happened because she returned a box of his things and they got caught up in remembering the good times. After a few beers she was throwing her favorite underwear across the room and riding him like one of those mechanical bulls. She shook in disgust at the thought and made a mental note to refrain from drinking in his presence. The dispenser must have flown out of her purse when she tried to make a quick escape without waking him.

Fortunately for her, his roommate was a total doll and texted her as soon as he left the apartment. Now she was back at the scene of the crime. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door hoping he hadn't taken it with him. When the door opened she was greeted by a room full of people yelling, "Surprise!"

Mondays

Prompt: What is the best thing about Mondays?

It's an awesome TV night. It's the only thing that keeps me sane on a Monday. I look forward to HIMYM, OTH, GG, Heroes and Trauma. The provide me with the perfect escape from the Mondays, because I hate Mondays.

10 reasons I would (or wouldn't) want to be famous

Why I wouldn't want to be famous:

1. Lack of prviacy
2. Not knowing if people actually like you or your fame
3. More money more problems
4. Paparazzi
5. Always needing to look good 24/7
6. Interviews
7. Being around people all the time
8. Problems with safety issues
9. Not knowing who to trust
10. Lack of free time

He was the picture of health. Which was amazing considering his lifestyle.

He spent most of his time drinking and partying his nights away. Yes, he was living the dream...a different girl every night and an endless supply of money to maintain his opulent lifestyle. It was a mystery to everyone how he'd accumulated so much money and managed to live past the age of 30. Many speculated that he must have sold his soul Satan. Others figured he'd inherited the money from a wealthy relative and used it to make sure he always looked his very best. Many stories had made the rounds, but no one knew for sure who this mystery man really was and no one really cared to find out. It seemed as if everyone was under his spell.

10 lessons that I have learned so far in my life are...

1. No one is perfect, including yourself.
2. What goes around comes around.
3. Money doesn't buy you happiness, but it does make you comfortable.
4. There are some people who come into your life for a short period of time and others who remain for a lifetime.
5. Everything happens for a reason.
6. People aren't mind readers. You have to say something if you want to be heard.
7. People can surprise you.
8. There's no place like home.
9. You're in charge of your own happiness.
10. It's OK to make mistakes as long as you learn from them.

The tired pilot that went to the laundromat...

...had been flying a lot of hours this week. He'd been so busy working he barely had time to wash his own clothes, well, his underwear in particular. Sure, he could have just handed them over to the hotel when they picked up his uniform, but he had this thing about other people washing his underwear. It just didn't sit well with him. He knew it was completely ridiculous, but it was his thing. He didn't trust anyone else to wash his underwear.

As he dragged himself into the nearby laundromat, he looked around and realized he was so exhausted he couldn't even remember which city he was in at the moment. He really needed a full night's sleep before he boarded that plane tomorrow morning. He quickly threw his belongings into a washer then bought a small cup of coffee at the nearby Starbucks. He needed a small boost to keep him awake for the next hour, just long enough for him to get his laundry done.

He tried focusing on the newspaper he bought, but he found his mind wandering. Apparently watching other people seemed much more interesting to him than catching up on current events. The first thing he noticed was the mother in the corner trying to fold mountains of clothes while keeping her children in check. She looked even more exhausted than him. He decided she was a single mom, although he hadn't figured how she became one, trying to make ends meet by working two jobs. This was her only day off and she was spending it doing chores.

In another corner of the laundromat was a couple playfully flirting with each other as they waited for their clothes to dry. The guy was seated in one of the chairs with his arm draped over the back of the girl's chair. Her legs were draped across his as they swung back and forth. They were staring at each other with those goofy kids-in-love smiles while they talked. Every once in a while they would lean in for a kiss, but always broke it off before it got too hot and heavy. At least they were somewhat aware of their surroundings, he thought.

He glance outside and saw that it started to rain. He'd have to check the weather channel when he got back to his hotel room. He prayed the rain would go away before his flight tomorrow. Settling into his chair once again he tried to find a comfortable position and attempted to read his paper again. He looked down and noticed for the first time that it said The Dallas Morning News. Apparently he was in Dallas.

Things aren't always what they seem to be.

Something in her stirred and she found sleep had escaped her. She carefully slipped from underneath the warmth of the comforter and grabbed the throw blanket at the end of the bed to shield her from the cold draft. The cabin was all windows revealing the blanket of white outside. The light from the moon was enough for her to maneuver the wooden staircase that led to the kitchen. Although she had her fuzzy slippers and blanket, the thin nightgown underneath did nothing to insulate her body. Deciding that a cup of hot tea was what she needed to warm her up and put her to sleep again, she went about making it with minimal noise. Once she was done she made herself comfortable in the oversized chair by the window.

She was glad the full moon decided to show its face tonight. From a very young age she was always fascinated by it, intrigued by the stories about full moons did to people and animals. In those stories, the full moon always brought about chaos and extreme change within a person, but for her it had the opposite effect. It always seemed to bring about a calm within her that nothing else could until now.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

She nodded, knowing he’d come looking for her when he reached for her and only found a cold, lumpy pillow. He walked over to her wrapped inside his own blanket. He looked much like a little boy with his hair ruffled and the sleep still present in his eyes. She moved a little to make room for him. Sliding in easily, he enveloped her into his warm cocoon.

“If I’d known it was going to be this cold tonight, I would have started a fire. I think my feet are frozen.”

Rubbing her feet along his to warm him, she teased “And you were the one making fun of my fuzzy slippers. I bet you wish you bought that pair now.”

“Nah, this is much better.”

She snuggled further into him, hoping the beat of his heart and his even breaths would help lull her to sleep. Snow began to fall outside, creating a living photograph within their picture window. She never thought in a million years she would actually learn to appreciate the snow, even love it.

From day one, she and snow were far from what you would call friends. She found it hard to see the beauty in it when she had to trudge through it to class. Or when it turned into ice and caused her to fall on her ass numerous times. What she really enjoyed was when it soaked her through to the bone, causing her to sneeze and sniff through much of the winter. Each year it gave her a hard time, never relenting in its constant teasing and taunting. Then one day something changed.

She discovered the fun in making snow angels, building a snowman and having snowball fights. She found that long walks in the snow with the right person could be magical. But most of all she loved watching the snow fall outside while she found warmth inside.

“Did you know I used to hate the snow?”

“Really?”

“When I was a little girl I used to wish I was a bear so I could sleep through it. Spring could never get here soon enough.”

“And why am I hearing this now after all these years? Were you pretending all this time for my sake?”

She looked up at him, confusion in his eyes and a gleam of playfulness in hers. “Nope. I fell in love with it the day I met you.”

And she had. The moment he’d launched the first snowball at her, she knew she was in love.

She wants to know all the details, no matter how sick they make her feel.

She wanted to help. She'd heard so many good things about this organization. It allowed her to use her brain in ways that she never could at work. She could analyze, look at things from different perspectives, create theories and stories that could possibly lead to solutions. It exercised her brain while allowing her to do something good with her time...with her life.

Unfortunately, she'd forgotten the down side to trying to identify John and Jane Does. The part that involved looking at photos of dead bodies and recreating the ways in which they were murdered. Yes, this was the crappy part of the job and she wasn't sure how much more she could endure. Every case seemed to weaken her, but she'd pushed through it, determined to keep her cool and find an answer in one of the clues.

This case in particular had hit her on a personal level. There was something about this girl she identified with and no matter how gory the details, she was determined to hang in there and find out who she was so they could bring her home. Her body had been beaten and bruised to the point where even her face was unrecognizable. She was young, barely 15, and you could tell she'd tried to hang on to her innocence for as long as she could judging from the amount of Hello Kitty jewelry she wore. The coroner's and police reports confirmed that she'd been abused and tortured in ways that were so completely inhuman she couldn't believe that someone was capable of such atrocities. As she read the reports she battled between breaking down in sobs and running to the bathroom to throw up.

No, she wouldn't give up. No matter how much the details disturbed her she knew she had to find the strength to see this case through to the very end. The girl needed a name and her family needed her back home again. What did she need? A purpose.

Skywriter

Prompt: Imagine you have hired a skywriter. What message will the plane "write" on the sky, and where will it fly?

Hmmmm...the funny thing is, the only thing coming to mind is "I love John Cho" and I'd have it fly everywhere. LOL! I guess I'm just so used to saying that now that he has a weekly show. Before I could say it when he had a new movie coming out. I really do love John Cho. He's totally cool. :)

How would you spend a found $20 bill?

If the $20 bill wasn't claimed by anyone and I was instructed to spend it on myself, I'd probably treat myself to a movie and dinner, or maybe a vintage Superman tee. Otherwise it's probably going toward paying my bills. The reality is that times are tough economically, so every little bit helps. Ideally, I'd like to drop it in a Salvation Army Santa's bucket on the street, but like I said...right now that $20 could pay for my bus tickets, gas bill or water bill. Sometimes being a responsible adult in the real world sucks.

There was nothing he could do to escape me. Not with this lipstick and that bag. Oh and the tazer.

Yes, the tazer would help if things got a little out of hand. Once she put the finishing touches on her partner and made sure everything was just right, she stepped back to admire her work.

"I look ridiculous," her partner said.

"No, you look hot," she couldn't help giggling.

They'd gone undercover a few nights ago as hookers to try to lure in one of their suspects. Never in a million years did they think he'd choose her partner over her. She figured the perp had a thing for somewhat masculine women. When the guys at the station heard they news, their teasing was relentless. Unfortunately for Jake, there was no way for him to get out of the situation. In order to get the guy, he had to keep up the act.

"Trust me, that shade of red on your lips will have him spilling his secrets before you even have to get personal with the guy." Not holding in the laughter any longer, she bent over as it overtook her, making her shoulders shake.

"I'm glad you're getting a kick out of this whole thing. This is the last time I let you talk me into one of your stupid ideas," he angrily spat out as he crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his Christian LaBoutin covered foot.

"Relax. The bag has a bug and a tazer inside. The guy gets too frisky and you can just call for backup or shock the hell out of him. Hell, all you have to do is get him in a choke hold. You tower over the little guy."

Grabbing the bag with a little attitude, Jake slung it over his shoulder and took one last look in the mirror before adjusting his wig and opening the door. Before he stepped out he said, "Just so you know, your lipstick makes me look like a whore."

"That's the point!" she yelled before falling back on the bed in fits of giggles.

10 things that I believe in are...

1. People are generally good. Although I may be a self-proclaimed pessimist at times, I do believe in people, especially the ones who surround me. I like to think that every person I encounter is good, well, up until they prove me wrong. When that happens, I can hold a grudge like no other person. I suppose it's because I believe in the good in people, and when I'm wrong, it's like a blow to me--something I take personally.

2. Everything happens for a reason. There's no rhyme or reason to life. Things constantly happen that we can't make sense of at the time, but then those reasons become crystal clear later on down the road. Sometimes this frustrates to no end, but I find comfort in knowing that one day I'll have an answer.

3. What goes around comes around. I firmly believe in karma, which is probably why I'm so scared to do something that could bite me in the ass one day. When you put good energy out into the world, it's bound to come back to you in some way, shape or form. The same goes with bad energy, which is why I try to be careful. The last thing I need to to do is piss off the karma gods.

4. The importance of family. I admit that when I was younger the only thing I wanted to do was run away from my family. Hell, sometimes I still get that feeling. But the reality is I don't know where I'd be without them. When you lose a member of that family, nothing is ever the same. Things change--not necessarily for better or worse, it's just different from what you've always known and that can be a tough thing to deal with. I admit, there are days when I miss the way things used to be, which is probably why appreciate my family more each day.

5. The best things in life are never easy. Good things never just fall into your lap or knock on your door. You have to work to get those things. Then, once you get them, you need to fight like hell to keep them.

6. Laughter is the best medicine. I love to laugh and I firmly believe it cures everything. How many of us have had bad days, but instantly found ourselves 10X better after watching something funny on TV or witnessing one of your friends doing something that was pure comedy? I believe in its power. It totally works.

7. The sanctity of marriage. With the divorce rate at 50% it's hard to believe in marriage anymore, but I do. I don't think it's something that should be entered into lightly and I don't think people should it expect it to end one day. When you get married you should expect that's forever, and if it's not...if you doubt it is, then don't get married.

8. Hard work. I think that anything worth having takes hard work. In order to appreciate it, we have to work hard for it otherwise we take if for granted.

9. Love. Although the way I currently live my life suggests that I don't really believe this, I think deep down I do. Romance, falling in love, finding the one...I think it all exists. It's just a matter of doing whatever it takes to find it, and I don't think everyone's willing to do that in order to get it. Right now that's me. Not sure when that'll change.

10. God. I may not always agree with my religion, but I do believe there is a higher power. It's the only thing that can explain everything we see around us.

What changes have come to this land, from the days of unfenced wilderness to modern roads and power lines?

It all looked so different. What he remembered from his childhood was not what he was seeing now. Once upon a time he played in green fields and climbed trees that littered its perimeter. Horses grazed on the grass and galloped across this land. Even in winter, the snow created a beautiful winter wonderland where he made snow angels and snowmen. But those years were long gone. He'd left when there was nothing left for him here, never once looking back. Now that he was back to tie up loose ends, he couldn't believe how much everything had changed, including himself.

A vending machine, a glass of root beer, and a green apple.

Today was supposed to be picture-prompt day, but I really wasn't comfortable with using a picture of a bug so I'm switching Wednesday and Thursday for this week only. Without further ado...

After hours of sitting in the hospital waiting room Tom's stomach rumbled, reminding him that it was time to eat. In an effort to silence it, he walked over to the vending machines to see what they had to offer. One contained all your regular choices--chips, candy, cookies, everything that could send your blood pressure soaring or put you in a diabetic coma. Considering he was starving, it all looked really good and he wanted one of each. Next he saw a machine filled with sandwiches, even a hot dog. He eyed the hot dog, wondering if he should try one. He knew they wouldn't be as good as the ones at the ballpark, but he suddenly found himself craving one as he looked at the picture. He could see himself taking a bite of it and downing a nice cold glass of root beer. His friends always made fun of him for not drinking a real beer, but he really loved root beer. It was his favorite drink.

Before he could make a decision, he felt someone grab his hand and put something in it. When he looked down he saw a shiny green apple. He looked up to see his wife staring at him and he gave her a questioning look. She replied, "I'm not going to miss seeing our grandson for the first time because you ate something bad and had to be checked into the hospital."

As she walked back to their chairs, he took a bite out of his apple while looking longingly at the treats in the vending machines, then made his way back to his wife.

Set a scene in a minor character's workplace.

The Sunday rush was in full swing. Kate was at the registers trying to ring up as many customers as she could, but it felt like the line just kept getting longer. At some point a customer came up to the register with a trash can with no price. From the corner of her eye she could see Kevin delivering something to the register, so before he could leave she immediately said, "Hey Kevin, could you do a favor for me?"

In the middle of the confusion and chaos he looked up at her with a somewhat perplexed, yet amused, look and asked, "What did you say? You want me to marry you?"

At that moment it felt like the whole store went silent and stood still. In that split second she wasn’t sure how to respond. So many possible things came to mind: "Yeah, you know, for the sake of our sofa," or "Yeah, I say we jet off to Vegas right now for a quickie," or "Yes, what better way to ask than during a line blitz? You gonna give me an answer or what?"

But as usual, Kate just looked at him like he was psycho, shook her head and repeated her question, "No, I asked if you could do me a favor."

He laughed, amused that he'd caught her off guard, and did as she requested. He was a nice guy, but she suspected he secretly took pleasure in teasing and tormenting her. Who was she kidding—everyone did.

Sports

Prompt: Write about a memory you have of playing sports as a child.

In elementary school we had these sports days called Field Day. There would be different sports stations set up and all the classes would rotate during the day. Kind of like the Olympics for kids. I ran the 100 yard dash and got first place. That was the first time I ever thought I could run fast.

Define love.

It's interesting that I got this prompt today. I've been thinking a lot about love lately, well, I guess the idea of love. I'm not sure how to define love. I feel like it's one of those words that has multiple meanings. What kind of love are we talking about--the love you have for your significant other, your child, your parents or a friend? Sometimes I think it simply cannot be defined, just felt. When you love someone you just know it. There's no clear indicator to let you know. There's no alarm that says, "Hey, buddy, you're in love now." There are no fireworks that spontaneously appear signaling that it's love. You feel it in a smile, a simply touch or a silent moment. It hits you when you least expect it and overwhelms you without being suffocating. When it's love, you just know.