Thursday Fun: MamaKat’s Writers Workshop

It’s Writers Workshop day with MamaKat at MamaKat’s Losin It!

The Prompts for this week:

1.) Describe a moment when you realized you and your spouse were SO different.

2.) What is your role in the household?

3.) Write about how you felt when you discovered you were lied to.
(creativewritingprompts.com)

4.) Describe a hard time you gave a teacher…what would you say to them today?

5.) What is an unpleasant experience you had eating? Write a poem, paragraph, or something else about the experience.
(writingfix.com)


I kind of wanted to pick all of them this week, they were good.  But I already tend to be long winded (and this is no exception) so I’ll just stick with one.  I’m going to choose… number three.

Write about how you felt when you discovered you were lied to.

That is a difficult one to write about (but I like a challenge) simply because I’d have to pick one of the times I’ve been lied to.  There have been a few.  I think one time that sticks out fairly clearly in my mind is when I was 19 and my boyfriend (who lived two hours away, who was older than me, not creepy older but an out-of-college-had-a-career-and-owned-a-house kind of older, he pursued me by the way) told me he would be home with his guy friend all weekend.  My girlfriend and I decided we should go surprise him at his house in DC (I love DC).  I called him right before we left my friends house to confirm he and his friend really were going to be home and he once again said yes.  They planned to stay in and watch some sports and just hang out.  No plans at all he said.  Secretly I was giggling knowing how happy and surprised he’d be when I showed up at his door later that night.  It’d been two weeks since I’d been able to come down to see him with work and school being really busy (midterms you know?)

We hopped in my car and started our drive down I95 (you totally know where this is going don’t you?) when we finally reached his house it had become dark.  I parked across the street from his house and there were a few cars on the street, nothing out of the ordinary for the neighborhood, his driveway was empty.  

(My hearts beating like crazy just thinking about this as if I was really back in the moment.)

One thing you should know before the nitty gritty was this was the My First Love Guy.  Like I Love You. At 19 I thought You could possibly be It kind of thing.  Do you think he felt that way?   

I heard laughter as I walked up the driveway so we started around back and He came walking around the side of the house and saw me.  

Very much surprised.  Not very Happily as it turned out. 

He did a fairly good job of hiding it, but I knew him.  I had known him for five months.  He invited me and my friend inside ‘where a few people had gathered’ to watch the game.  Couples.  Funny how there were an even number of guys versus girls before my friend and I showed up.  Introduced us by names.  No titles (as in my Girlfriend…)

That’s odd, I thought most of the night as he didn’t sit next to me, nor talk to me, nor really acknowledge I existed.  

Embarrassed, yes, I think he was.  Because of my age?  I’ve always looked freakishly younger than I am.  I hear someday I’ll appreciate that.  Because he had other plans?  Hmmm.

I finally decided I’d had enough so after one of the girls said she was going to bed I told him my friend and I were going to go.  It was here that he pulled me into the hall and I got my first impulse ever to strike a guy.
Privately he asked me what the hell I was doing there.  I told him I came to see my boyfriend, shame he didn’t seem really happy about that.  I questioned him about why he told me he’d be just with his friend and when I showed up it seems he was having party.

He claimed it was spur of the moment.  He was angry at me and when I asked him why he said it was because everyone wanted to go out and he felt he couldn’t say anything because I was there. 
Ahh, so my not being 21 was the issue?  They couldn’t hit the bar (funny cause he didn’t drink.  Like not a drop at all.  Ever.)

I actually couldn’t think of anything to say I wanted to smack him.  So with tears in my eyes I walked away, asked my friend if she was ready and we left.  I spent the night in the hotel we stayed at very much awake and very much wondering what the heck was I going to do now. Of course he’d figured out where we were staying and called trying to get me to meet him and he apologized.  I told him to stuff it because Friend and I actually had planned to go to DC, not solely to see him.

So we had a great day, being Chicks on the mall and shopping and eating and just being weird college girls.

Needless to say my relationship didn’t last much longer after that.  I found out he loved me but wasn’t IN love with me (that one h u r t).  But the real kicker was I thought he was divorced.  Turns out he hadn’t been the entire time we’d been dating.  He was only separated from his wife.  Can I just say that I am so happy I never came across her at any point?  That would have been slightly awkward don’t you think?

Anyway, I guess I didn’t describe exactly how I felt about being lied to.  I told you a story instead.  But I felt like crap to know this person I’d fallen in love with was several things: ashamed of my age (he pursued me, asked for my number, harassed me to go out with him – not the other way around.  And I never lied about my age), embarrassed for me to meet his friends, and still married (separated or not, he should not have told me he was divorced when he wasn’t!).  I don’t know if I have ever felt so crushed by someone since.  It’s that ‘true first love life doesn’t get better than this’ feeling and then someone Shoves You Off A Cliff.  It took me a long time to get over that.  A long time people.

Anyway, if I haven’t bored you to death please go visit MamaKat and play along.  It’s lot’s of fun and can double as therapy if you play it right  😉

Writers Workshop with MamaKat

First I wanted to ask a question before we get to MamaKat.  Have any of you read (to your kids) The 100 mph Dog by Jeremy Strong?  HILARIOUS!  You should get it.  There’s a whole series and even I get bummed when it’s not my turn to put Boo to bed and I miss the chapter.  So check it out.
Onwards: 
It’s Writer’s Workshop time!  MamaKat has some awesome prompts this week so I am going to list all of them here today.  Don’t know what Writers Workshop is?  You are missing out so head over to MamaKat’s Losing It and see what the fun is all about!

The Prompts:

1.) Why did you do it?

2.) What is a common misconception about you?

3.) Describe a moment when you felt afraid.

4.) In what ways are you turning into your mother?

5.) Are you always right?


I am going to choose number 2 this week.  Be sure to link up at MamaKat’s if you are playing or simply head over and take a peek at who else is participating this week!
2) What is a common misconception about you?
I would have to say that a lot of people think I am shy.  To a point that can be true.  But it’s usually because I like to observe people before joining a conversation.  There are many times where I simply enjoy listening to what other people have to say before I chime in.  
I think there are several things that brought me out of my childhood shyness.  When I was 16 I spent a summer as an exchange student in Milan.  I was forced to not be shy.  I had studied French intending to go to France but the program was cancelled the month before I left.  I ended up going to Italy instead.  I did not speak the language.  My hosts (two families) did speak english but it forced me to get outside my box and discover new things, try new things. The experience taught me a lot about myself and that I can do something if I put my mind to it.
Moving 3000 miles away from home at 18 also helped.  Spokane, WA to Philadelphia is another world indeed for an 18 year old girl.  
Ronson Hall Girls
The Girls of Ronson Hall 1995
If I hadn’t gotten a scholarship to school I would have ended up at University of Idaho.  A perfectly fine school but not more than a few hours from home.  Philadelphia forced me to open my eyes and see that there are a lot of people outside of my small town America upbringing.
Me, Rebecca, Alex
Renee, Dara, Kelly
In order to survive I had to see that people are different everywhere.  People are African American, Muslim, Asian, Brazilian and many things in between.  I enjoyed becoming friends with all these people that previously I had never known.  
Birthday night
You’ll likely find this hard to believe but I was in a sorority too.  A social one at that.  That experience while very silly at times helped me to feel like I always had a support system of wonderful young women to turn to when I felt myself missing home, missing familiarity and simply needing a friend.  
Girls gone greek - Paddle Party
ΔΦΕ  Delta Phi Epsilon Paddle Party at Going Greek (so we weren’t photographers!)
The first year of college is brutal (so is dining hall food, yech).  It forced me to say “Hey, if you’re going to make it stop being shy.  Step up and say hello my name is Andrea.”  Moving to a different country can also abolish shyness.  You are forced to meet people, interact with others often people who are not like you.
I think people might think I’m shy and maybe sometimes I am.  But believe me after all that I wrote about up there I’m really not.  Not anymore.
(50 points if you can guess who I am in those photos)
If you find yourself in any of these photos, PCTS circa 1995-96, Rebecca, Kelly, Renee, Dara, Stephanie, Alex, Jeri or any others give me a shout.  I’d love to hear from you.

Writer’s Workshop with MamaKat

MamaKat is hosting Writer’s Workshop today so please read up here and then go and join in over there!  It’s always a lot of fun.  Today I chose this prompt:


2.) List ten things you can do in three minutes

  1. Blog
  2. Read blogs
  3. Make coffee
  4. Change a diaper
  5. Eat chocolate
  6. Make Boo’s lunch
  7. Decide it’s too icky out to do anything
  8. Tell Chick to get OFF her highchair
  9. Put Chick in timeout
  10. Write this post 🙂

See that wasn’t so hard was it? So head over and see who else is playing today at MamaKat’s Losing it!
I realize after reading some other lists it’s quite possible that we are supposed to list all the things we can accomplish in only three minutes, not things that take us three minutes each.  I already linked up so I’ll leave it and you can all know about my lack of following directions  my own way of interpreting things that generally gets me in trouble.

Writing Workshop

I saw this over at Nut in a Nutshell and it sounded like fun.  It’s from Mama’s Losin’ It

Choose a prompt and then write about it.  So I chose:
I went to fix something and what I previously wrote went poof so trying again.

Describe a memorable camping experience
I’ve got lots of those!  My favorite is when we went camping with the B’s and we were all roasting marshmallows around the campfire.  The B’s (from my dad’s work) had three kids with them.  J, G and E.  It was a nice night on Lake Roosevelt and we’d all had a hard day swimming, boating and generally goofing off.  Just as kids do.  The B’s had brought cherries, Washington State Rainer Cherries, yummy!  I didn’t have any and after what went on that night I am so glad I didn’t!  All of us kids ate and ate marshmallows until we felt nice and sick.  The B’s kids also ate cherries.  At the end of the night they went to their camp and we went to ours and I went to sleep.  But it turns out during the night all the B’s were sick vomiting from all the cherries they’d eaten.  I was probably 8 or 9 years old so this delighted me (in secret of course).  I didn’t get sick, I didn’t eat any cherries.
The next day on the little camp playground they had one of those merry go round things?  You push it around and around while clinging to it for dear life (probably against the law now for safety reasons as all my good childhood things are) but from that moment we invented some wonderful words for vomiting.  I give you the following which still get used today in my house (and likely my sisters as well).
Blow Chunks
Ralph Chunks
Up Chuck
Of course always preceded by the phrase “I’m gonna”.
Ah yes, wonderful memories…
Wanna play?  Head over to Mama’s Losing It pick a prompt and play along then link up!