Today, totally typical. Sheâ€™s working on a transcription that is â€œendless.â€ Like a grand diva, she spouts out a Dave Matthews song, (paraphrased) â€œUncle Harvey lived to a 102, a 102 was forever, children thought Uncle Harvey lived forever.â€
Crud, itâ€™s clever when Dave sings it. At any rate, todayâ€™s interview, playing over the MP3, is taking forever. Actually, itâ€™s about 2 hours long, which equals nearly 8 hours of transcription. Plus it is littered with Spanish. Câ€™mon, French is her destiny, not Spanish. Right. Her French can be bested by a bulldog.
She canâ€™t get her son to school this morning, he gives her lip like nobodyâ€™s business (we all know where he picked it up) and then informs her that heâ€™s going to download an iPod about the Western Expansion, which theyâ€™re studying at school. â€œFine,â€ she tells him, leaving to take her I-missed-the-bus daughter to school. They were much easier when she could chase them around the table, pick them up and tickle them. At least she was friendlier back then.
According to her planner, she will stop in at the radio station to sign up for studio time. Unbelievably, she has a show to air next Tuesday that she has not prepped for and in fact hasnâ€™t done a danged thing with it. She sent out some emails today to line up her guests. What is she thinking? That everyone else is available at the drop of a hat?
What a procrastinator. She thinks sheâ€™s going to pre-record it, but thatâ€™ll involve using pro-tools for editing, which she hasnâ€™t done for months. Sheâ€™s hopeless in her hopefulness. I guess thatâ€™s what makes her endearing because I canâ€™t imagine why anyone else would put up with her.
My personal penchant for her is that she likes my type. Sheâ€™s even taken photographs of me and my web. Next time I might spin a double-ringedâ€¦oh, noâ€¦her husband came home. Heâ€™s a monster, an absolute horror. Look at the way he wields that broom. Heâ€™s getting closer!
These big humanoids wrote about themselves. I think they're kinda creepy with those muscles and bare skin. Although Uncle Wilbur was enamored. Figures. He's got a thing for good writers.
Caricature of myself-hope you like it by amy s.
She by Sheila Deeth
Veronica by Veronica Hosking
Picture Me - Tongue in Cheek by Elsie Duggan (featured)
I Look Like What? by Len Maxwell
Caricature by Katryn D.
Prompts for March 2, 2011
- your post must include a spider of some sort
- your post must include the phrase: So Brian, what do you think?
- tell us something true about yourself whether you identify it that way or not
- tag with gwwe
- publish by March 8th
"Do not wait for leaders; do it alone, person to person." --Mother Teresa