WNP 4/24/13
"I can't believe that's her real name..."
Robin was used to the many names that have surfaced in our society. Young women look for unique names for the children that make them stand out. Being a babysitter, she's run across some children with unusual names. Quianna, is one such name. That name was once a fabric from the 60's or 70's, there are a myriad too many to list here. The most interesting name of all, was a little girl named Pajamas. When her mother introduced the child, she introduced her, "Miss Robbin, this is Pajamay (phonetic pronounciation), spelled P-a-j-a-m-a-s."
There was also a little girl named "La-la." Yep, you say her name, "La dash la."
Robbin smiled on both occasions and listened in disbelief and said to herself, "I can't believe that's her name..."
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
WNP: 4/19/13
"They were unlikely partners in crime..."
Looking at the two figures appraoching, you would not think they are comrades in crime. The old lady tottered about on spindly legs and wore rubbber-soled flat shoes, that in no way added to the stability of her gait. She forged ahead rocking from side to side to move her many poiunds of flesh. Her black-framed eye glasses rested on her pointy nose, as she looked about her, scanning the area. I continued to observe as a young man about thirteen years old approach her from the side. She glanced in his direction, he smiled briefly and opened the door to Busken's Bakery with a flourish.
Once inside the sweet smell of sugar, cinnamon, and chocolate permeated the air. For anyone with a sweet tooth, it was a smell to delight the senses. She pulled the young man to her and whispered something in his ear. He looked at the old lady as if he was surprised by what she had uttered. Then he made his move.
With a flash he scooped up several boxes of smiley cookies, several banana and zuchinni cakes were added to the stash. The old lady feiiiigned surprise, grabbed her heart and gasped as the young boy dashed out of the door. The others in the shop were surprised by the action, but more concerend for the old lady.
"Is there anything we can get for you, anyone we can call to come get you?"
"No, no," she said as she continued her act, "I'll be fine, it's just these young people today, tsk, tsk, tsk."
Everyone nodded in agreement as they ushered her to the door, calling out, "You be safe now."
Meanwhile, back at the old lady's apartment, the young lad waited for his grandmother to enter through the kitchen door. He had set the goodies out on the table, ready for devouring.
"Whew, gran, that was close this time." He looked at his gran with a big smile on his face as he helped her to a chair. She smiled a toothless smile that always made him laugh. "Ha ha ha ha.
"Ah my boy, you done good. Is the This is the best caper we ever pulled.
"They were unlikely partners in crime..."
Looking at the two figures appraoching, you would not think they are comrades in crime. The old lady tottered about on spindly legs and wore rubbber-soled flat shoes, that in no way added to the stability of her gait. She forged ahead rocking from side to side to move her many poiunds of flesh. Her black-framed eye glasses rested on her pointy nose, as she looked about her, scanning the area. I continued to observe as a young man about thirteen years old approach her from the side. She glanced in his direction, he smiled briefly and opened the door to Busken's Bakery with a flourish.
Once inside the sweet smell of sugar, cinnamon, and chocolate permeated the air. For anyone with a sweet tooth, it was a smell to delight the senses. She pulled the young man to her and whispered something in his ear. He looked at the old lady as if he was surprised by what she had uttered. Then he made his move.
With a flash he scooped up several boxes of smiley cookies, several banana and zuchinni cakes were added to the stash. The old lady feiiiigned surprise, grabbed her heart and gasped as the young boy dashed out of the door. The others in the shop were surprised by the action, but more concerend for the old lady.
"Is there anything we can get for you, anyone we can call to come get you?"
"No, no," she said as she continued her act, "I'll be fine, it's just these young people today, tsk, tsk, tsk."
Everyone nodded in agreement as they ushered her to the door, calling out, "You be safe now."
Meanwhile, back at the old lady's apartment, the young lad waited for his grandmother to enter through the kitchen door. He had set the goodies out on the table, ready for devouring.
"Whew, gran, that was close this time." He looked at his gran with a big smile on his face as he helped her to a chair. She smiled a toothless smile that always made him laugh. "Ha ha ha ha.
"Ah my boy, you done good. Is the This is the best caper we ever pulled.
Friday, April 12, 2013
WNP 5/12/13
"He stared at the knarly tree which had protected the old cemetery for over a century."
"This is where we played our childhood games, especially hide-n-seek," he said quietly to Sara. Showing her his childhood haunts was important to their relationship. He wanted her to know everything about him. Why his hometown is important to him. Everything. Coming here to this spot was an act of bravery on his part. His therapist had encouraged him to come back. He stared at the knarly tree. It had protecdted the old cemetery for over a century. Pointing in the direction of the tree, it is also the place where his best frient Bobby, the ten year old neighborhood dare-devil, had hung himself. He could still see him hanging there lifeless. Sara took his hand in hers, and led him away. "I know how hard this must be for you." He couldn't speak, there were no words, tears pooled in his eyes as they turned and walked away.
"He stared at the knarly tree which had protected the old cemetery for over a century."
"This is where we played our childhood games, especially hide-n-seek," he said quietly to Sara. Showing her his childhood haunts was important to their relationship. He wanted her to know everything about him. Why his hometown is important to him. Everything. Coming here to this spot was an act of bravery on his part. His therapist had encouraged him to come back. He stared at the knarly tree. It had protecdted the old cemetery for over a century. Pointing in the direction of the tree, it is also the place where his best frient Bobby, the ten year old neighborhood dare-devil, had hung himself. He could still see him hanging there lifeless. Sara took his hand in hers, and led him away. "I know how hard this must be for you." He couldn't speak, there were no words, tears pooled in his eyes as they turned and walked away.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
WNP 4/9/13
"He entered the terminal without looking back."
The decision to leave was not easy. The people he would leave behind, family, friends, and one special woman who had touched his life deeply. It wasn't enough to hold him. He mulled over his options for weeks. "Do I go, or do I stay?" This once in a lifetime opportunity would never come again. He searched for answers everywhere, looking to the stars which could not answer, and friends who offered unsolicited words of questionable wisdom. "Man, if you do this, we may never see you again, you'll be an old man, we may be dead," they spoke these words to him often. If he took their advice, he would forever be tethered to the mundane. He was chosen along with a group of othe specialists for this exclusive and exciting journey. For once his life would be filled with excitement and adventure. It would be years before he would be able to return. Things would not be the same, the people he loved would not be the same. Most importantly, he would not be the same. He walked briskly toward his future, and entered the terminal without looking back.
"He entered the terminal without looking back."
The decision to leave was not easy. The people he would leave behind, family, friends, and one special woman who had touched his life deeply. It wasn't enough to hold him. He mulled over his options for weeks. "Do I go, or do I stay?" This once in a lifetime opportunity would never come again. He searched for answers everywhere, looking to the stars which could not answer, and friends who offered unsolicited words of questionable wisdom. "Man, if you do this, we may never see you again, you'll be an old man, we may be dead," they spoke these words to him often. If he took their advice, he would forever be tethered to the mundane. He was chosen along with a group of othe specialists for this exclusive and exciting journey. For once his life would be filled with excitement and adventure. It would be years before he would be able to return. Things would not be the same, the people he loved would not be the same. Most importantly, he would not be the same. He walked briskly toward his future, and entered the terminal without looking back.
Friday, April 5, 2013
WNP:
A woman stops in Las Vegas and has the luckiest time in her life...
The drive through the desert was grueling, especially when you drive alone. It's lonely at night, and black as velevet, out there and alone, it can be downright spooky. "Only a few more miles to go, the same old story after five years", thought Rain, "then the first leg of my jorney back home to Indiana will be over. She thought that moving to Los Angeles would change her life, but it turned out to be, the same story, different location." Just like a Twightlight story...her luck was about to cange.
Moving back to Indiana, midwesterners with their small minds had always irritated her. She would tolerate whatever came her way. She had a new attitude about living, and besides, she was moving back to help her mother, now widowed and ill. "But first, I'm stopping in Vegas. Lord, you gotta hear me on this. I've lived way too long with out a break, no good luck ever coming my way..." She spied the bright ligts of the strip and headed straight for the bright lights of nearest time Casino. Pulling in the lot, she was caught up in the fanfare, blinding lights and blaring music.
Onced inside, she watched for a moment before deciding on a slot machine to play. She wanted one that was hot, one that would pay off, didn't matter how much, she just for once in her life needed to feel lucky.
She spied an older lady leaving a machine and asked, "Are you finished with that machine."
"Yes replied the blue-haired woman. better luck to you...that machine's tapped out. She wore black framed glasses like Truman Capote, and a smock with pockets to hold her winnings. They were empty, just like the look on her face.
Rain sat before the slot promising big wins. "Come on, come on," she said as the colorful fruit stopped in place, wating for a match. "Darn it, almost got it she said. Once again she pulled the lever of the one-armed bandit. She watched with baited breath. Suddely lights, and bells and whistles could be heard all of the floor. "It's my slot, it's me, I'm a winner. Like a kid she jumped from the stool and jumped around like a Jack rabbit. She did efverything but cheer, like in her high school days on the cheering squad.
That night would prove to be the luckiest night of her life, she won more than five thousand dollars. After leaving the casino, she walked into a car show where the shiny cars, ballons, and glittering lights called to her. She was feeling pretty heady by this time. A salesman, acting like a carnival huckster, tempted her to try the wheel. "Step right up little lady," he said in his best carny voice, all he needed was a straw hat, red striped shirt and cane and he would have fit the bill. She smiled at him broadly, "Ok, " she said, "I'll give it a spin. She stepped to the wheel, similar to the one on Wheel of Fortune, she gave it all the muscle she had, round and round it went, clackity, clack, clack...She held her breath, passersby stopped in their tracks. The wheel ceased movement, with her hands over her mouth, she couldn't believe her luck.
The carny huckster announced to the entire showroom. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. Yes, we have a winner of the new 2013 Chevy Cruise." She heard from someone standing near her that she is a lucky girl. She thought to herself, "friend that is an understatement. I'm "the" luckiest girl!
A woman stops in Las Vegas and has the luckiest time in her life...
The drive through the desert was grueling, especially when you drive alone. It's lonely at night, and black as velevet, out there and alone, it can be downright spooky. "Only a few more miles to go, the same old story after five years", thought Rain, "then the first leg of my jorney back home to Indiana will be over. She thought that moving to Los Angeles would change her life, but it turned out to be, the same story, different location." Just like a Twightlight story...her luck was about to cange.
Moving back to Indiana, midwesterners with their small minds had always irritated her. She would tolerate whatever came her way. She had a new attitude about living, and besides, she was moving back to help her mother, now widowed and ill. "But first, I'm stopping in Vegas. Lord, you gotta hear me on this. I've lived way too long with out a break, no good luck ever coming my way..." She spied the bright ligts of the strip and headed straight for the bright lights of nearest time Casino. Pulling in the lot, she was caught up in the fanfare, blinding lights and blaring music.
Onced inside, she watched for a moment before deciding on a slot machine to play. She wanted one that was hot, one that would pay off, didn't matter how much, she just for once in her life needed to feel lucky.
She spied an older lady leaving a machine and asked, "Are you finished with that machine."
"Yes replied the blue-haired woman. better luck to you...that machine's tapped out. She wore black framed glasses like Truman Capote, and a smock with pockets to hold her winnings. They were empty, just like the look on her face.
Rain sat before the slot promising big wins. "Come on, come on," she said as the colorful fruit stopped in place, wating for a match. "Darn it, almost got it she said. Once again she pulled the lever of the one-armed bandit. She watched with baited breath. Suddely lights, and bells and whistles could be heard all of the floor. "It's my slot, it's me, I'm a winner. Like a kid she jumped from the stool and jumped around like a Jack rabbit. She did efverything but cheer, like in her high school days on the cheering squad.
That night would prove to be the luckiest night of her life, she won more than five thousand dollars. After leaving the casino, she walked into a car show where the shiny cars, ballons, and glittering lights called to her. She was feeling pretty heady by this time. A salesman, acting like a carnival huckster, tempted her to try the wheel. "Step right up little lady," he said in his best carny voice, all he needed was a straw hat, red striped shirt and cane and he would have fit the bill. She smiled at him broadly, "Ok, " she said, "I'll give it a spin. She stepped to the wheel, similar to the one on Wheel of Fortune, she gave it all the muscle she had, round and round it went, clackity, clack, clack...She held her breath, passersby stopped in their tracks. The wheel ceased movement, with her hands over her mouth, she couldn't believe her luck.
The carny huckster announced to the entire showroom. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. Yes, we have a winner of the new 2013 Chevy Cruise." She heard from someone standing near her that she is a lucky girl. She thought to herself, "friend that is an understatement. I'm "the" luckiest girl!
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
WNP:
"He stood and threw the bottle into the ocan, "all done," he said...
Dallas was cold, wet and hungover from sitting on the beach most of the night. He looked at the empty bottle in his hand, stood up and the threw the bottle into the ocean, "all done," he said. And with that one gesture, he made the decision to begin life anew.
"He stood and threw the bottle into the ocan, "all done," he said...
Dallas was cold, wet and hungover from sitting on the beach most of the night. He looked at the empty bottle in his hand, stood up and the threw the bottle into the ocean, "all done," he said. And with that one gesture, he made the decision to begin life anew.
Monday, April 1, 2013
WNP:
"I'm sure that's an urban legend..."
The group sat around the bonfire, gazing into the fire and watching the sparks fly from the charred logs. Each person is lost in the storytelling. "There once was a girl, who jumped from the covered bridge, just over there," said Billy pointing in the general direction of the bridge, which is no longer covered. "She climbed to the top of the roof of the bridge, and jumped, headfirst. They say she broke her neck in the fall." Everyone remained quiet, staring into the glowing embers.
"Why did she jump, why did she want to end her life?"
Billy took a moment to look everyone in they eye before he answered. he fire crackled and creaked as the wood burned. "Well," he said, 'that's a good question...some say she was in love and her father and mother wouldn't let her marry the young man. She was heart broken. He was said to be from the wrong side of the tracks. She haunts the very woods we are in, she roams the woods looking for her lost love. At midnight, the time she jumped, a fog covers the bridge, thick as soup, and eerie sounds can be heard from the general direction of the bridge, she's looking for him.
They all sat motionless, looked about, and wrapped themselves tighter agains the eerie cold that began to embrace them. They looked at the bridge and saw wisps of white fog. No one said a word for a moment. Then Billy chimed in and said bliethly, "I'm pretty sure that's just an urban legend."
"I'm sure that's an urban legend..."
The group sat around the bonfire, gazing into the fire and watching the sparks fly from the charred logs. Each person is lost in the storytelling. "There once was a girl, who jumped from the covered bridge, just over there," said Billy pointing in the general direction of the bridge, which is no longer covered. "She climbed to the top of the roof of the bridge, and jumped, headfirst. They say she broke her neck in the fall." Everyone remained quiet, staring into the glowing embers.
"Why did she jump, why did she want to end her life?"
Billy took a moment to look everyone in they eye before he answered. he fire crackled and creaked as the wood burned. "Well," he said, 'that's a good question...some say she was in love and her father and mother wouldn't let her marry the young man. She was heart broken. He was said to be from the wrong side of the tracks. She haunts the very woods we are in, she roams the woods looking for her lost love. At midnight, the time she jumped, a fog covers the bridge, thick as soup, and eerie sounds can be heard from the general direction of the bridge, she's looking for him.
They all sat motionless, looked about, and wrapped themselves tighter agains the eerie cold that began to embrace them. They looked at the bridge and saw wisps of white fog. No one said a word for a moment. Then Billy chimed in and said bliethly, "I'm pretty sure that's just an urban legend."
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