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Monday, June 10, 2013
June 10th Challenge
Hi, it’s Christina –
It’s another rainy Monday
in NJ. The weather was beautiful yesterday for my mom’s party, so I will NOT
complain. My daughter made the most beautiful cake for her grandmother. It was
an Italian sponge cake with cream filling and icing, decorated with cream
puffs, chocolate covered strawberries and dark chocolate curls. The only thing
she didn’t do from scratch was grow the strawberries.
It was yummy, but a little
messy because it was so warm out last night, the cake started to melt a little.
After everyone left, my
son and I had a bit of an adventure. We were sitting outside relaxing and
talking when we heard a loud noise. I look over toward our dumpster and see
some big fuzzy thing crawling on the side. It was dark so I could not make out
what kind of animal it was, but it was big. My son and I both jump up. He flips
on the flood lights so we could try to figure out what type of beast was now in
our dumpster. We can’t see anything. Standing a good distance away, we start to
toss some things in the general direction of the dumpster hoping to make some
noise and scare the thing back out. Nothing. Then my son sets up a ladder in
the driveway (still a good distance away from the dumpster) to see if he can
see into it. Too dark. While he is rooting around in the garage for our mobile
flood lamp, I climb up the ladder with a handful of pinecones and start tossing
them gently into the dumpster. No movement. My son finds the flood lamp, plugs
it in and hands it up to me so I can illuminate the dumpster, then he climbs in
through the trunk of my van which is parked directly in front of the dumpster,
opens the moon roof and climbs through so he can look into the dumpster yet
still be a safe distance away. There is NOTHING in the dumpster. At this point
we started laughing like loons at our impromptu adventure. The thing must have
been climbing out, not in when we saw it.
So what do you and your
fully-grown children do at midnight for a laugh?
Saturday’s challenge was:
Thank you very much…
“Thank you very much.” A simple phrase, but
depending on your tone or emphasis, it could be either positive and sincere or
negative and sarcastic. Some Bozo takes your parking spot after you have been
patiently waiting for the previous occupant to vacate it – “Thank you very MUCH!”
I’m sure other more colorful words would probably escape your mouth as well, I
know they would from mine. You open a box on your birthday from your great-aunt
Berta and inside you find a hand-knit orange sweater with frolicking green
frogs on it – “Thank you VERY much!” you say with a broad smile so you don’t
hurt the blue-haired dear’s feelings. You open a handmade Mother’s Day card
your children work on together – “THANK YOU, very much!” you manage to choke
out as you fight back tears because you are still amazed at the precious babies
you were given, at which point you whisper to God, “Thank you very much!”
Sorry, proud mamma, but you already know that. Now
I’m not saying my kids are perfect – FAR from it. Here’s a perfect example of
what happened when the youngest annoyed the older two last night…
It took me a few minutes to get her out of there
because I was laughing so hard.
Your Next Challenge is:
I feel like I’m forgetting something…
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right
or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is
allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.