Showing posts with label FunMonday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FunMonday. Show all posts

Monday, October 6, 2008

Bedtime Stories (a Fun Monday Assignment)


Mommy Wizdom is hosting Fun Monday today and she has an odd request that we write something on one of three topics using certain words. Get the full scoop (and the full list of participants) at her site.
Once again I plodded down the hall, feeling lethargic from a day of playing with my children in their treehouse, endlessly searching for enemies with a homemade periscope. Wanting to do nothing more than curl up with a couple of magazines and a number tequila shots, I turned the doorknob and prepared to make up yet another story so that my children would happily fall asleep.
As I entered the room, I saw both my children snuggled up in my daughter’s bed, complete with her stuffed ostrich and both of our cats.
“So what do you want to hear tonight kids?”
“Something that will give us Goosebumps mom,” chirped my son.
“Definitely not,” I retorted.
“Tell us the one about the prehistoric man who lived on nothing but noodles, soup, and biscuits!” My daughter squealed at the top of her lungs.
“Not again,” moaned my son, “how about the one where the Jedi Knight accidentally lands on earth and tries the Jedi mind trick on a cactus that he mistakes for a person with his hands up!”
“Sounds like a winner,” I said, smirking proudly at my son’s odd sense of humor.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Fun Monday: Collections

Today, Rayne at Crunchy Bits is hosting Fun Monday and she wants to see either our junk or something we collect.

I collect matryoshkas (or nesting dolls).






From the above pictures you might think I have a bunch, but I don't. I could use some more. See when you pack them up, there are only seven sets.



I will also mention that my inlaws inexplicably think that I collect these:

I blame my husband. I used to have a full set of Care Bear glasses that he instantly broke within a month of us living together. I think he told them I collected Care Bears, what he didn't get was that I just loved the glasses. I also have a set of Smurf glasses (which Mr. H. isn't allowed to touch), it doesn't mean I collect Smurfs.


Oh . . .

. . .well there's that one.

Now go to Cruncy Bits and find out who else participated.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Willow and Dell: A Love Story (Fun Monday)



I am hosting this week, and the assignment was to write the 1st paragraph of an unusual love story. I admit it was hard, but I am look forward to seeing the results.

Willow would never forget the day he arrived. He came in a large box. Normally when a new box comes, all she could think about was climbing in and exploring the dark recesses; however, when she saw his shiny coat, she was intrigued. They rubbed the thing in certain places and he opened up even further. She couldn't keep her cat eyes off of him. He had a glow about him, and purred strangely when petted, almost a rhythmic clicking. She had to get closer, to really, truly know him. He seemed to welcome her advances. Oh, yes, he was a keeper.



Thanks to all the participants make sure you check out their love stories:

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Jo Beaufoix
Hootin' Annie
lisaschaos
Sayre
Alison
faye
mamalang
hulagirlatheart
lil mouse
Tanya
Ricardo
Robin (Pensieve)
bejewell
Swampwitch
Margaret (Mama Drama)
Min (Mama Drama)
Stephanie (Mama Drama)

Rayne **Next Week's Host!**
IamwhoIam
Becca (Becca couldn't participate after all, swing by though and wish her luck on her emergency surgery)
Grace
Mariposa
Olive
The Prytz Family
Team Gherkin
The Bean

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Fun Monday 9/8/08


So I am hosting the next Fun Monday, and I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I wanted everyone to do. I wanted to do something that hadn't been done before, but also something creative. It's not as easy as it looks from the other side of Fun Monday.
Then I had a dream, and I am not going to tell you about it, you'll have to wait until next Monday, but it inspired me. Here you go:

Write the beginning of an unusual love story (not a real one). I only want the first paragraph. You can add an illustration or a picture to spice it up if you are really daring.

Now don't be afraid. You blog, so you can do it. So, who's up for the challenge?
Participants:

Monday, September 1, 2008

Fun Monday **Updated**

This Monday our host is Gattina over at Writer Cramps, and she wants us to:

I just want you to show us a picture of your blogging place!

This isn't very easy as I've been sick and I am really messy when I am sick, so I didn't want to show myself propped up on pillows with my laptop in my messy bedroom, which is where I've spent the last three days. I will show you what our desktop has looked like for the last three days though.

It's much more pleasant to see that anyway. I'm sick and gross! Go vist Gattina for the full list of participants, and come back tomorrow if you want to be a part of Fun Monday next week!

***Updated****
Everyone wanted to know so this is what they were looking at. Careful it's an ear worm.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Fun Monday

MamaDrama is hosting and so I've decided to participate in my first Fun Monday on my new blog. So the assignment is:

What funny trivial fact do you remember that
you probably should have forgotten a long time ago?
I am only sort of playing by the rules. Mine is a not-very-trivial fact. I was given a bit of misinformation that led to one of my most humiliating moments as a teenager, which is saying a lot. This misinformation taught me that even teachers are not always right.
An important thing to know is that I went to a Catholic grade school. Actually I went to Catholic school from Preschool until I graduated from high school. Anyways, in fifth grade (around the age of 10 or 11) they separated the boys from the girls in order to tell us about the birds and the bees. The boys went off with a priest (stop snickering), and the girls went off with our female reading/religion teacher. . .
. . .I need to stop the story right here. Why were we being taught this by our religion teacher and not our, I don't know, science teacher is beyond me. But we were at least getting sex ed which is not true of every school. Considering it was a Cathloic school says a lot I think. . .
. . .Sorry, back on track. After more than a day of this weird class, our teacher opened the floor up to questions. We all got little slips of paper to write our anonymous questions and then the teacher pulled them out one by one to answer.
One of the first questions was, "What is circumcision?"
It's a fair enough question. My teacher responded (direct quote), "Circumcision is when a doctor cuts off the skin at the end of the penis. It doesn't matter if that is done to them, however, because the part that is removed falls off of the penis the first time a boy baby pees anyway."
I took this worth a grain of salt. It didn't really come up much in life so my brain filed it in the back and I moved on to more important things.
Zoom forward in time. Now I am a sophomore in high school (around 15 or 16). I am riding on a city bus with a bunch of my guy and girl friends. I don't know where we were going, but there were at least 15 of us sitting together on the back of a Chicago bus. For whatever reason, the guys we were with started talking and it turned out two or three of them were born at home and weren't circumcised (I knew because they were talking about it, not because I checked). If you aren't from America, you may not know that most people in my age bracket are circumcised as it was performed almost automatically back then.
As you've already guessed I decided to trot out my bit of info and said, 'Why does it matter? Doesn't it just fall off the first time you pee?"
I was laughed at for a long time, and "Doesn't it fall off the first time you pee," became a bit of a inside joke.
I am very aware what circumcision is now. Please don't try and tell me. I got it that very day thank you very much.
So I guess the real answer to the question is: I learned that the foreskin does not fall off the penis the first time a boy baby pees.
Check out my old Fun Mondays here.