“What is freewriting? Freewriting is writing whatever comes to mind, usually writing for a predetermined amount of time without regard to spelling, grammar, structure, etc. and no editing is done. We have chosen five minutes for right now, we will add or subtract from that in the weeks to come as we see fit.

So far we have Shelli, Finn, Randi, Shorti, Trishk, and Absurdist (will you remember this week?) If you’d like in, let one of us know. If you joined in this week, let us know that too so we can link you! And check out the others. It’s fun!”

—MetalMom

I forgot that it was Freewrite Friday, until I saw MetalMom’s comment. So I thought… Jeez! I better write something. I’m trying to get ready to go to St. Louis for the weekend. Meand my kids are going to meet my mother there, then we plan on going to the Science Center, the museum (by the zoo), Union Station, and maybe The Spaghetti Factory. Yum! I love spaghetti! Lalalalalalala… I hate brussel sprouts and my mom always made me eat at least two when she made them for dinner. I couldn’t even pass those nasty things off to my dog ‘cuz he wouldn’t eat them either! I’m supposed to be leaving here in less than two hours and i haven’t even packed yet. I’ve had one cup of coffee though, and fed the dog, so that’s a good start. Oh, and I put in a load of laundry, whcih i just now realized is ready for the dryer. Damn. I have a whole 2 more minutes to type here. I wonder if I’ll find anything interesting at Union Station? I have some fun money to spend. But, my favorite part of the trip is going to be the museum. The first time i went there was with my father about 20 some odd years ago. My mom likes to gamble and she wants to go to the new casino in town. I hate gambling, so I hope she doesn’t want me to go with her. If she does, I think I’ll bring my book and just read while she loses all her money. I might play roulette, ‘cuz I like that game. But, I won’t put more than $20 bucks on…

Outta time.

Have a great weekend, folks!

Wanna join in? Well have at it! Write up your Freewrite Friday post, then leave your link and visit some/all of the other FF posts to let us know.

This post is brought to you courtesy of Shelli’s thought bubble via MetalMom’s blog. …If that makes any sense. It’s a fun, little thing called ‘Freewrite Friday’, and since I haven’t done a Fiction Friday posting in eons, I thought I’d give this here idea a try. Besides, anything that involves MetalMom makes me smile. Sometimes I shudder, but it’s fleeting, and generally followed by a hearty chuckle. Anyhoo, to quote my dear friend…

“What is freewriting? Freewriting is writing whatever comes to mind, usually writing for a predetermined amount of time without regard to spelling, grammar, structure, etc. and no editing is done. We have chosen five minutes for right now, we will add or subtract from that in the weeks to come as we see fit.

So far we have Shelli, Finn, Randi, Shorti, Trishk, and Absurdist (will you remember this week?) If you’d like in, let one of us know. If you joined in this week, let us know that too so we can link you! And check out the others. It’s fun!”

—MetalMom

What!? No grammar, spelling, or structure required? See? THIS is why I shudder.

*heh*

O-Kaaay! Here goes: Freewrite #1

I’m cheating. It’s Thursday morning and i’m wirting…writing my Freewrite Friday. It’s just that I keep having these random thoughts flowing through my head, and I figured now was a good time to write them down. Like, I don’t feel like me lately. I feel like soomeone completely sucked the Stacy out of me. I’m all gone, stuffed in a dark corner without any chocolate. Whatever that means. Were going to move soon, I hope. We had a duplex picked out and then the landlord called to say that since he just put new carpet in the place, he had decided to change his pet policy. We have a small dog. Just two days earlier he had said that dogs were okay. Now this? I really wanted to move into that duplex. It was just perfect. It was within walking distance from my daughter’s school and closer to Bob’s work than we are now. It had room enough for our entire family; all new appliances in the kitchen, new carpeting, a lovely deck off of the kitchen with large trees in the backyard to block our view of the neighbors. It was soothing. I really, really needed that. Downstairs had a large rec room with a fireplace, a nice sized bedroom, and a separate, nice sized laundry/utility room. The rec room had sliding glass doors that opened out on to a patio (beneath the upper deck). So, now I’m bummed because we’re not getting the place. What a jerk to change his policy on us. But he did say that the owner across the street had a duplex for rent with the same, exact layout, and he would talk to him to see if he would rent to us. I’m still bummed. But I drove by the other place today, and it has tress… trees in the back yard too. So. Now we have to wait to find out if we can rent it. I hate waiting to *know* stuff. I wanna know right now, dagnabit! Do you have any idea how many books and DVD’s I have to pack? Yeesh. It’s downright scary.

Wanna join in? Well have at it! Write up your Freewrite Friday post, then leave your link and visit some/all of the other FF posts to let us know.

La da da da da da La, Da Daaa,
La da da da, La da da da, La da da daaa

I was gonna blog a post until I got high
I was gonna post a Thursday Thirteen but then I got high
My T13 is gone and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
–’cuz I got high
–’cuz I got high
–’cuz I got high

La da da da da, da, da da da

This is my brain
This is my brain on Cyclobenzaprine
Any questions?

Wait. What am I doing here? Oh, yeah. I’m supposed to be blogging. Here let me try this posting thingy again…

I went to the doctor yesterday because, for the last week and a half, I have had horrible flank pain on my left side. I thought, at first, that maybe I had pulled a muscle. Laundry is a dangerous chore, you know. But then, nothing truly relieved or lessened the pain. I tried ibuprofen, acetaminophen, and one day, I even broke down and took a Vicodin even though I usually barf them right back up. (I’m a narcotics wimp.)

Anyway, nothing helped so I decided that it was time to see the doctor. At this point, I figured that I was probably passing another kidney stone. Oh, the joy. And I was correct, sort of. The doc sent me for a CTscan and bloodwork. It turns out that I have not one, but two stones.

But the nice doctor prescribed some muscle relaxants for me to help ease the pain. Wasn’t that thoughtful of her? And now, here is me, all dopey doped up on Cyclobenzaprine. I swear, an hour passes in the blink of an eye and I still don’t know where I put my phone.

…I think I’ll go make that coffee now.

I finally put up my Christmas tree. I even have wrapped presents beneath it. *gasp!* I think I’m getting the hang of this festive thing. Either that, or I’m really good at pretending.

But, Shhhh! Don’t tell anyone that.

This morning started off with a rather lovely dose of couple-calisthenics, after which I promptly fell back asleep with a smile on my face. However, when I woke a few hours later the day took a horrible turn for the worse. Cramps. Horrible, spreading clean through to my back, female cramps. Ugh. Bah! Crud buckets! Where’s the Ibuprofen!!!

And ya wanna know something funny? Or perhaps I should say ‘ironic’. After four years of procrastinating, I had finally made an appointment for that yearly check up we women are supposed to have. That appointment was for today and I had to reschedule. Ergh.

So… TMI?

In other not so banal news… I have to go grocery shopping today. Oh, wait, that is incredibly boring. My bad. How about some in-depth and incredibly insightful personality tests to excite you? They’re all about me (and my trusty sidekick). How much more exciting can you get than that? (Uh, no need to actually answer that question. Really. Don’t. It’s okay. I don’t mind.)

Feel free to post your own results in comments, ‘cuz my inquisitive mind wants to know.

First up: The Classic Dames

Stacy’s Score: Barbara Stanwyck
Stacy scored 33% grit, 33% wit, 38% flair, and 16% class!

You’re a tough dame, a bit of a spitfire, and you can even be a little dangerous, but you do it with such flair that almost all is forgiven (and even when it’s not, you’re still the most interesting woman in the room). You can be witty and charming, all right, but you have a tough streak that keeps you focused and sometimes deadly. You’ve had quite a climb to get where you are, but you’re a hard worker and you mostly deserve all you get…and then some. You might end up destroying everything around you, but you must admit…you’ve got style. Your leading men include Henry Fonda, Fred MacMurray, and when you forget yourself, Gary Cooper.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you’d make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test.

Classic Leading Man: (Bob’s results)

Bob got ‘Clark Gable’ for this one, but he forgot to give me the html coding to paste his results. So, I’ll just retype them without all the fancy coding here:

BOB’ Score: Clark Gable
Bob scored 33% Tough, 23% Roguish, 9% Friendly, and 33% Charming!

You’re a helluva guy, a real split personality and a bit of an enigma. On the one hand, you’re a man’s man, tough talking and ready for anything. But on the other hand, you soften your rough and tumble core with a disarmingly smooth exterior, and you make the ladies swoon. You’re equally admired by both men and women alike, drinking other men under the table all the while charming the socks off half a dozen lovelies. You’re a commanding presence, and you know how to get what – and who – you want when you want it. You’re drawn to women who, like you, are savvy enough to deal with the world on their own terms. You work well with spitfires. Leading ladies include Joan Crawford, Myrna Loy, and Jean Harlow. No damsels in distress for you.

The RPG Class Test:

STACY’S Score: Monk
51% Combativeness, 53% Sneakiness, 76% Intellect, 52% Spirituality

Pretty much good at everything: You are a Monk!
No, not a monk like those bald medieval guys. The Monk in D&D is a martial artist. They’re smart, they’re capable, they’re spiritual, they’re sneaky when they want to be, and they’re damn dangerous in a fight.
What to say? You scored high on all four categories, which means that you’re probably a well rounded and capable person. Either that or you’re an overly smart and dangerous psychopath.

BOB’S Score: Smart Paladin
55% Combativeness, 50% Sneakiness, 70% Intellect, 63% Spirituality

Valorous! Noble! Or possibly just a self-righteous jerk (but with the brains to keep you alive!)… You are a Smart Paladin!
Paladins are holy warriors. They are valorous defenders of the light. Unfortunately, most of them are so ardent in their defense they tend to meet sticky ends faster than you can say “rampaging red dragon.” Many people look up to Paladins, while others just consider them stuck up, overbearing, or self-righteous.
Fortunately for you, unlike most Paladins, you’re pretty smart. Which means that you’re more likely to fall into the “admired” category, rather than the “obnoxious” or “dead” categories.
Much like the crusades, you manage to combine violence and religion, though unlike the crusades, you add a healthy does of intelligence. You may be a staunch defender of the faith, a valorous champion of the weak, or the stuff that jihads are made of. Which ever one you are, just be happy that you?ve got the smarts to back it up and make it work.

Well, wasn’t that fun!

I finally put up my Christmas tree. I even have wrapped presents beneath it. *gasp!* I think I’m getting the hang of this festive thing. Either that, or I’m really good at pretending.

But, Shhhh! Don’t tell anyone that.

This morning started off with a rather lovely dose of couple-calisthenics, after which I promptly fell back asleep with a smile on my face. However, when I woke a few hours later the day took a horrible turn for the worse. Cramps. Horrible, spreading clean through to my back, female cramps. Ugh. Bah! Crud buckets! Where’s the Ibuprofen!!!

And ya wanna know something funny? Or perhaps I should say ‘ironic’. After four years of procrastinating, I had finally made an appointment for that yearly check up we women are supposed to have. That appointment was for today and I had to reschedule. Ergh.

So… TMI?

In other not so banal news… I have to go grocery shopping today. Oh, wait, that is incredibly boring. My bad. How about some in-depth and incredibly insightful personality tests to excite you? They’re all about me (and my trusty sidekick, Bob). How much more exciting can you get than that? (Uh, no need to actually answer that question. Really. Don’t. It’s okay. I don’t mind.)

Feel free to post your own results in comments, ‘cuz my inquisitive mind wants to know.

First up: The Classic Dames

Stacy’s Score: Barbara Stanwyck

Stacy scored 33% grit, 33% wit, 38% flair, and 16% class!

You’re a tough dame, a bit of a spitfire, and you can even be a little dangerous, but you do it with such flair that almost all is forgiven (and even when it’s not, you’re still the most interesting woman in the room). You can be witty and charming, all right, but you have a tough streak that keeps you focused and sometimes deadly. You’ve had quite a climb to get where you are, but you’re a hard worker and you mostly deserve all you get…and then some. You might end up destroying everything around you, but you must admit…you’ve got style. Your leading men include Henry Fonda, Fred MacMurray, and when you forget yourself, Gary Cooper.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you’d make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test.

Classic Leading Man: (Bob’s results)

Bob got ‘Clark Gable’ for this one, but he forgot to give me the html coding to paste his results. So, I’ll just retype them without all the fancy coding here:

BOB’ Score: Clark Gable
Bob scored 33% Tough, 23% Roguish, 9% Friendly, and 33% Charming!

You’re a helluva guy, a real split personality and a bit of an enigma. On the one hand, you’re a man’s man, tough talking and ready for anything. But on the other hand, you soften your rough and tumble core with a disarmingly smooth exterior, and you make the ladies swoon. You’re equally admired by both men and women alike, drinking other men under the table all the while charming the socks off half a dozen lovelies. You’re a commanding presence, and you know how to get what – and who – you want when you want it. You’re drawn to women who, like you, are savvy enough to deal with the world on their own terms. You work well with spitfires. Leading ladies include Joan Crawford, Myrna Loy, and Jean Harlow. No damsels in distress for you.

The RPG Class Test:

STACY’S Score: Monk

51% Combativeness, 53% Sneakiness, 76% Intellect, 52% Spirituality

Pretty much good at everything: You are a Monk!
No, not a monk like those bald medieval guys. The Monk in D&D is a martial artist. They’re smart, they’re capable, they’re spiritual, they’re sneaky when they want to be, and they’re damn dangerous in a fight.
What to say? You scored high on all four categories, which means that you’re probably a well rounded and capable person. Either that or you’re an overly smart and dangerous psychopath.

BOB’S Score: Smart Paladin

55% Combativeness, 50% Sneakiness, 70% Intellect, 63% Spirituality

Valorous! Noble! Or possibly just a self-righteous jerk (but with the brains to keep you alive!)… You are a Smart Paladin!
Paladins are holy warriors. They are valorous defenders of the light. Unfortunately, most of them are so ardent in their defense they tend to meet sticky ends faster than you can say “rampaging red dragon.” Many people look up to Paladins, while others just consider them stuck up, overbearing, or self-righteous.
Fortunately for you, unlike most Paladins, you’re pretty smart. Which means that you’re more likely to fall into the “admired” category, rather than the “obnoxious” or “dead” categories.
Much like the crusades, you manage to combine violence and religion, though unlike the crusades, you add a healthy does of intelligence. You may be a staunch defender of the faith, a valorous champion of the weak, or the stuff that jihads are made of. Which ever one you are, just be happy that you?ve got the smarts to back it up and make it work.

Well, wasn’t that fun!

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