Six Word Saturday

Pictures from our fun Thanksgiving weekend!

Six Word Saturday

Girl's Shopping Trip to the Outlets!

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Errands. Rehearsal. Tires rotated. Laundry. Homework.

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Free Girls' Weekend in Park City!

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Went to Lake Tahoe with family!

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What color do you "see" me?

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Finals are over for Summer Semester!!!

=D

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Seein' a man about police tape.

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Doing Homework All Day Long. Bleh.

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Dear Rain,

Thanks - But, no thanks.

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Crafts. Homemade food. Girl talk. Fun

Six Word Saturday (and then some)

She marked "perfect!", then graded 95!

(if it was perfect, then. Why not 100%???)

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Bear Lake cabin weekend with friends.

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That was EXACTLY what I needed :)

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Today Big-D took me shooting...Tired.

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I Could Really Use A Vacation!

Six Word Story Starter Saturday

(add a line or 2 in the comment section, making it flow from the comment just before yours. We'll see what sort of story we get)

Once I had a good idea.

Six Word Saturday

Let the Monkey Par-tay Begin! Woot!

More Than Six Word Saturday

Big-D was going to a company banquet to receive his 5-year service award. I was supposed to meet him downtown afterwards. However, my van was broken, so I had to borrow an old truck from one of the men in my neighborhood. I arrived downtown, but there was no place to park near the banquet, so I had to park a few blocks away.

I approached the building, but could not find Big-D. I asked everyone I saw there. They told me the same thing; they had never even heard of him. I felt a little bit panicked. How did they not know who he was? He is the one they call when their computers have issues. On top of that, he was being presented with awards. I walked up some stairs, and then a few more. Down a hallway, and then down some more stairs. I ran into my friend from back home. Her hair looked great! I asked her what she was doing there. She informed me that she worked there, as the administrative assistant to the general owner. I told her my situation. She said that Big-D WAS there but that he told everyone to tell me they never even heard of him if they saw me, because he never ever wanted to see me or talk to me again. I was really upset by this, and kept trying to call him. He ignored my calls. I didn't want to start having an emotional break down right there in the building, so I left.

As I neared the truck, I noticed a guy was in there trying to hot-wire it. I started running towards him, yelling, "Stop! That's MY truck!" Even though it wasn't really mine. But it made more sense than yelling, "Stop! That's my Neighbor's truck and he said I could borrow it!" Nevertheless, he stole it and took off. I started to cry. It was the worst day ever. What would I tell my neighbor? Since Big-D was avoiding me, I didn't know who else to call, or who could come and pick me up.

I started walking towards the park. I thought there might be a bus I could catch. There was a woman walking in the park, carrying a baby. As I got closer, I noticed a man approach her and then he started shooting at her! I was appalled. I mean, she was carrying a baby. I hunched down behind a parked car so as not to get hit by his bullets (since he was a horrible shot, and they were flying everywhere but at her - luckily). I grabbed my phone to call 911, but my heart was pounding too fast and too loud that I could not catch my breath, and I couldn't even dial. I was shaking badly. But I knew I had to do something to help this woman out. I reached in my purse and pulled out my own gun. It has sights on it, so that's cool. Then I got worried that if I shot him, I would be the one in trouble. I took a deep breath and tried again to dial 911. It felt like my throat was in my chest. I could barely spit out the words, "I am at the park and a man is opening fire on a woman and her baby. I have a gun and I am going to take him out." I didn't even wait for the 911 dispatcher to reply. I was shaking so badly, that I just hung up. I took another deep breath and turned to fix my view on the suspect. I lined up the sights and pulled the trigger. I shot him right between the neck and shoulder. I was pleased that all of my practicing had paid off. He went down. However, three of his friends came out of hiding, with their own guns and were looking to see from where the shot came. My heart was pounding. I didn't think I could stay calm enough to take all of them out. Lucky for me, the po-po arrived just then. I saw them surround the men, so I just sort of crawled away, and then got up and ran once I got to safety.

I ran right into Big-D as he was leaving his building. I was visibly upset. He asked me what was wrong. I told him, between sobs, that I was upset about the stolen truck, upset about the shooting and upset that he had been purposely ignoring me. He played dumb like he had no idea what I was even talking about. He said that he didn't know why anyone had told me that, because he had never even said that. I was very confused. If he didn't say that, then why were all of these people trying to keep us apart?

My head felt like it was spinning. Then I woke up.

Six Word Saturday

...off the grid for a bit...