Nano Sized Stories

Nano sized stories inspired by fellow tweeter. Here is my favorite that a twitter person tweeted-

The room was quiet as she sliced the pie. When the watery filling flowed, she shrilled. The pie slid down the wall as she put on her apron.

So here is mine-

An exchange of gifts. I sent DVD's of a classic beauty- Sophia Loren. He sent me fishnet & lacy panties. B-spots are satisfied for now.

Do I have to?

I had an online affair with a man in Europe. It ended last fall when he was caught jerking off in front of the computer by his wife. She was so mad at him and wanted to get back at me. I don't blame her. I was happy to stop the affair and go our separate ways.

She was so angry and blamed the affair on me so she started to cyber-stalk me and would find me on the public sites to harass me. I am a professional and could not have my private life strewn all over the internet so to make a long story short. I became friends with her and now I have to no choice but to be nice to her. I would rather just ignore her on my social network, but I can't. She leaves me things in my inbox and writes messages to me on my IM. Do I have to keep this up? Her husband and I have no contact. He did tell me that she is being genuine and I totally believe him, but why do I want to have nothing to do with her? I wish she would just leave me alone. I can't be on chat anymore because she waits for me to show up. There are other people that I would love to chat with, but I don't want to converse with her so it is better to be offline all the time. I know I am being whiny, but do I have to be friends with her? And is there a nice way to remove her from my social network?

Across the Street

I am at a new school that is a block away from a University. The Sonority house full of pretty young girls is across the street. I was told by a fellow teacher to close my door when I teach. She went on to tell me that the girls like to sit out and sunbathe in the nude, but thankfully only during first period. I was shocked and immediately went to my window to look across the street. To my dismay there was no one out there. Just a little patch of fake green grass and some lounge chairs. I wonder if the teacher was joking with me. I guess I will have to find out for myself.

Maggot Collection

I asked my BFF's 9 year old son how the interview went with the mediator. He told the mediator about his dad's maggot collection. Asked him with interest to tell me more about that. He just looked at me as if to say, "Are you sure, Auntie?" Then, went on to tell me that his father's house has gotten dirty so maggots started growing in the house and around the pool. The maggots were so bad that they were in his dad's shoes and socks.

It was so hard not to make faces and act as if it was nothing, but inside I was getting grossed out and just disgusted. How could anyone let their house get that bad. Only once did I have that happen. We forgot to take out that garbage and went on vacation. When we came back, there were maggots in our kitchen garbage can! They did not get into our clothes or shoes! YUCK!

The Other Husband

I heard from a friend that her 85 year old mother was diagnosed with a fatal brain disease. Her mother is hallucinating that there is another man in the house with her and her current husband, Darrin. The mother now sets the table for 3 people since this other man is there at meals.

Last weekend the other man (also named Darrin) started being affectionate with mother. This was upsetting her because she was telling us that she is already married to the real Darrin and that this is not right to have this other man wanting to kiss her and hug her. She was so disturbed that she would not settle down to go to sleep.

Finally, the real husband, Darrin, tried to change the subject and asked her what her plans were tomorrow. She answered that she was going to watch her cooking shows. The real Darrin joked with her by telling her that she does that everyday. She turned to him in a very serious face and told him the other Darrin would have never joked with her about that.

The real Darrin reported that the other Darrin woke up with them in the morning and that usually he is only there for dinner. Now, the other Darrin is spending the night with them.

I wish I could see with mother's eyes and experience what she is seeing and hearing. What is really going on in her mind?

Dickless

My BFF is going through a lot of mediation with her ex-husband over custody of their only son. It is very sad, but it is the reality of divorce. A lot of bitterness and upset phone calls this past summer.

One day she called me and told me that she asked her ex a very serious question. She made him pull over on the side of the road and told him that she really wanted to know the answer to this question.

She paused and then, in a very serious tone asked him, "When did you become dickless?"

"Excuse me?"

She went on to explain to him that he did not have a dick big enough to end the relationship and that it was her that served him the papers for divorce.

She kept prodding him.

"When? Where? Why are you so dickless?"

He was speechless and eventually hung up on her.

I could not believe that she asked him that! I could not stop giggling when she told me this story. I keep smiling to myself when I think about it. I wonder how many other men out there are also dickless.

Nirvana

What is your Nirvana? I have been seeking my nirvana for a while now. A simple definition of"nirvana" is an "idea condition of complete bliss, joy and peace." I am still trying to visualize in my mind what would bring me to a divine satisfaction and beauty.

My daughter came home and told me that her 8th grade English teacher was telling them about her nirvana. Her teacher describe a scene where she was sitting on a tropical balmy beach in the Bahamas eating sweet ripe mangoes out of the hand of gorgeous Adonis like man and other muscled men are around her fanning her. A student interrupts her and asks,"Where is your husband in this picture?" She looks at the students and tells them that her husband is not part of her nirvana since he doesn't have a muscled chest.

I guess I need to do some more daydreaming and being idle, which is not going to happen anytime soon since school has started. I am back teaching in my own classroom and still running around the school district being a busy coordinator. Ah, already wishing for the next Holiday vacation just so I can have a moment to breathe.

Move on...

Move on...

Stop worrying where you're going-
Move on
If you can know where you're going
You've gone
Just keep moving on

I chose, and my world was shaken-
So what?
The choice may have been mistaken,
The choosing was not
You have to move on

Look at what you want,
Not at where you are,
Not at what you'll be-

From "SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE"

Epiphany from Gift of the Magi

Ok, so Gift of the Magi tells the story of these two who live in this drab, gray poor outer world that is based on misery, work and money, but the true richness that they create together in is the inner love and affection that they have for each other. And they sacrifice a part of them to give them each other the best gift of all a "selfless" love token from these useless gifts. As long as they have these gifts, they will remember it. That is a kind of thing that can't be bought and it makes the gift even more special and personal than what they replaced.
When I realized that which I stated above is when the epiphany happened for me. My outer world although is not drab or gray it is not all that I need to be satisfied. I had to ask myself- What does it mean to be truly rich? My inner richness is allowed to be shared in a creative and intimate way and it is something that I value and share. That I have bonded with others to make friendships that live parallel with our real lives. And because the roots of my relationships keep me grounded and not wandering I am able to stay planted happily where I am and grow into the person that is happier than before.
What a wise story that is the Gift of the Magi for it makes me feel wiser and more complete than before.
I hope that all makes sense. I know it is my own thoughts, but it helps me to write it.

Missing Ursa Major

You are nine hours ahead
And you left me morning messages
That I would read as I walked in the morning light
They were always very sweet and endearing
I loved reading your thoughts
You are a man full of such intense passion
No mortal woman could handle the fire in your desire
You made things so incredibly hot all the time
Now that you are gone from my life
I feel the absence of your presence
And yet I never physically touched you
You were images on a screen, a voice on my phone,
mere words that we shared
And yet I felt like you were really near me
touching me, feeling your warmth around me
Taking my body to new heights of pleasure
There was a overwhelming sexual hunger
undeniable chemistry where our hearts threatened
to breakthrough drumming madly
whenever we had an encounter
I could hear your deeply accented voice in my head
so sexy, so rich that it resonated through me and thrilled me
And now all I am left with is your emails,
your voice messages, and images of you
I will look at them over and over
remembering my fiery passionate lover
who had a primal need stronger than his wits
and it lead him to be careless and neglectful
to the point that his spouse took notice
and confronted him with the truth of his affair
troubled, confused and filled with guilt
he told all and everything came falling down
the door closed and will never be opened again
I miss you, my friend, my love and will always think of you
when I look up into the stars and see the big dipper
Ursa Major will be my reminder
Forever of our short adventure
In this secret space

A new year! A new start at something a little bit different. I have a few other blogs around here, but those all have my name all attached to them and they attempted to explain my real life. One word to describe that- BUSY!
So this blog will have a little different slant. It will explain what is really going on in my head and tell the stories that have taught me some interesting lessons. The things that no one else gets to hear, but me. That inner voice that is not politically correct, a bit crazy, that speaks in metaphors at times, and just completely and totally random!