Florida road trip observations

There are two things about Missouri that bother me. Their mile markers are every 2 tenths of a mile....and they put their cemeteries on hill sides. Weird Freaking Missouri.

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Limerick for St. Patrick's Day

There was a lil' man name Blinken
who was hopin' to do some drinkin'
but after one beer
twas drunk off his rear
The rest of the night he was winkn'

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Cats - The noise reverberating from my cat sends a vibration through my fingertips and tickles my arms into producing goose bumps.

Shoes - All I could thing about was the clicking of her shoes on the hard tile floor, and how it echoed in my mind like a machine gun.

Spring - That first thought of Spring is all squashy and wet, like the grassy yard after an April shower.

Bubbles - As I pried my face off the slick linoleum floor my first thought isn't the bruise I'd have tomorrow but the great waste as my favorite glass jar of bubble bath spilled broken onto the floor.

Focus

The focus of my story is:

Meeting my birth mother

The focus of Ashley's story is:

Meeting her boyfriend

Brainstorming for Nonfiction story

A list of people that are involved in my story -
Mom, Beth, Jon, Amy, Leonard, Chad, Dad, the waitress, the host, myself, Angie, my college choice, the other people eating at Perkins and Heather.

Scenes -
Taking in my mother's clothing
crying in the car
chewing my nails all the way to town
It was a cloudy day - possible rain - my favorite weather
adoption day


How many children born out of wedlock year 1986
Dad's car in 86, price of gas...etc

Paperclip Joe

I remember in middle school and high school the cute little animated paper clip that would introduce you to Microsoft Word. I remember spending some serious time trying to change him from a paperclip to a wizard or a puppy or kitty. I wanted the option of having a different animation but because the school had only purchased the most basic of Microsoft Office you couldn't save a different animation. It had to be the Paperclip.

Paperclips are so simple. Just a long piece of metal (steel to be exact) bent or curved into a specific shape. It's use is fairly simple as well. It holds things together. Not permanently, just for a shorter period of time, until someone needs those papers again, or decides to make them stuck together forever - staple style.

Sentence into Paragraph

Description and Metaphor ---> an exercise

She was a big woman.

Or

The party was filled with tiny waists and barely there boobs. My eyes were unimpressed by all their glitter and glam attempts to get noticed. But it wasn’t until she arrived that I actually started to pay attention. She was trying to sneak in a side door but when your curves are that vivacious there really is no way to sneak in through a small door. The dress she wore was black, probably an attempt at hiding the bumps and plumps of her figure but it wasn’t doing a very good job. In fact I was grateful to it for showing her off. Her cleavage was heaving to escape the top of her dress and this was only greatly emphasized by her breathing as she must have been running to get here in time. Her hips grazed tables and chairs as she sidled through them, looking for a familiar face. When finally her eyes met mine I winked and the rosy color already on her plump cheeks deepened and she smiled. When she reached me she extended a hand to mine and I took it and kissed the back, its softness not diminished but amplified by its oversize. “Darling, you seem to have brought the party with you. Shall we?”

It was a scary neighborhood

Or

Walking down the sidewalk just before my street at night was kind of like walking through a horror movie. White picket fences and trees make shadows on the sidewalk that could be Freddy or Jason; scary clown hands creeping out from the sewer drains under the sidewalk to grasp your ankles. But the worst part is the last house before you turn onto my block. It’s huge gaping windows swallow the light from the street like an obese man and a plate full of hamburgers. Usually I pass it on the opposite side of the street so I don’t have to feel the air around me cool when I pass into the shadow of the house. Instead of a picket fence the owner’s had installed a stone fence with metal spikes on top. If they were going for a gothic look they had achieved it in spades.

The wreck happened quickly

or

I was driving down the street when it happened. In the movies it’s always a slow motion scene with glass showering artistically around the passengers in the car and their heads flopping around like rag dolls. But that’s all a lie. My accident happened so quickly that I barely remember the details. It felt to me like the truck that hit my passenger side door drove right through me. And the next thing I know there is blood trickling down my face and I’m brushing glass off my legs.