Friday, September 30, 2011

You lost me


George was alone in the stable when Curley's wife appeared in the doorway. Their eyes locked like love at first sight.  Long time no see Curley’s wife replied. George sat there Dumb as a stump. He responded quietly Get lost! She glided closer with a blunt responds You cannot judge someone until you have walked a mile in their shoes. George mumbled Been there, done that. What did up say? Driving me crazy!  You can say that again. Curley’s wife shouted you know what my life would be a Slam dunk, if I didn’t have a such a Shotgun wedding,  with a man that’s Not the sharpest crayon in the box and keeps  Getting under my skin! Who’s always Havin’ a cow, with His bark is bigger than his bite
Everyday Fight like cats and dogs!! I tell you what Curley needs a good kick in the ass!George interrupted immediately! You come in here all dolled up  form head to toe  Bells and whistles, To have all the time in the world to bitch at me about your miserable life. To be honest with you honey there’s plenty of fish in the sea. She sat there confused. You lost me? “ God! Your dumber there a box of rocks Pardon me sir are you toying with me”. Curley wife replied with a moment of silence.George suddenly spoke “you know what your Hot as hell but Dumber than a bag of hammers  but also a Hard headed who’s always keeping her Keep you fingers crossedAlways wishing her life was a Piece of cake,  well sorry honey you made your bed and that’s the way the cookie crumbles so you set yourself up, for your own just deserts.” Curley’s wife stood up walk angrily tords George and replied with “are you pullin’ that Murphy's law crap with me!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

170 days.

                                    170 days.                  Helen Proskow   September 19, 2011

I sitting here, dumfounded!  The most generic topic has been decided for the first essay of my last year at Maggie High.  Flabbergasted, my brain is crammed with a plethora of useable information and unworkable random nonsense. I am Flustered, on the edge of my seat, not knowing what my topic shall be.  Looking around at my fellow peers, my hand is unsteady and shaking at the thought of nothing, sweat drizzling down my face.  Trembling with trepidation, my heart beats to the pace of the dreadful tick tock of the irritating clock. The rapid sounds of pencils scratching the fresh pressed pieces of loose leaf send shrieking shivers down my fragile spine. The typical topic shouldn’t be so dreadful; it should not be filled with so much suspense.  Will every day feel like this for the next 170 days?   Come to think of it, it is pretty easy!