Fast writing prompts I wonder why?

I wonder why some people are so good and others are just a-holes? I wonder why people leave their Christmas wreaths up until March? I wonder why sometimes in traffic, someone actually lets you in and other times you get the finger? I wonder why my mom's meatloaf tastes way better than any I have had at a resteraunt? I wonder why really awesome people die young and a-holes live forever? I wonder if there is a God out there, yet at other times, I wonder why I pray to Him?  I wonder why ink runs out so fast on my printer? I wonder what the hell I'm doing living in Minnesota in the winter? I wonder why the Vikings can never win a Super Bowl? I wonder when I will get a hole in one in golf? I wonder why it it taking so long for 2012 to get here, so I can be married? I wonder if 2012 will be the end of the world, so I will only be married for 3 months? I wonder why John Lennon had to die?  So, I wonder why I have all this stuff always running through this brain of mine?

Dreams fast writing prompt

Dreams, I have a dream catcher, it gets rid of the bad ones, but how about the good ones. Those dreams that I carry in my mind and share with my fiance'.  The dreams of finishing college with a 4 year degree in Business, or Social Work, not sure yet what I want to do when I grow up, dreams of helping the elderly in someway as I connect to them, dreams of having children, lots of them. What will they look like, how will they act, will they be like me as a kid? Dreams of having a nice home with Katie, not a fancy home, but our home, a home for a family. Dreams of helping my family out if they need me to. Dreams of course of winning of lottery, but everyone I think, dreams that dream, and maybe once you would have it, it wouldn't be so great after all, like the dream of a wife and kids is. Dreams of living to an old age with my Katie at my side, laughing and talking about how crazy our kids turned out. I am ready for all of these to come true, I can see these dreams becoming reality.

Fastwrite Prompts reflections of the past

I am where I'm at today because of the past, all the way back to childhood. My life in a small town with parents who cared, fishing at the Mn river, our trips to see the Grandma's and Grandpa, the simple life when I look back, riding my bike and staying out late to play in dark, there wasn't a fear of strangers coming to take you away, there was a innocence to my childhood. High school and first love, that was intense, her leaving me and the intense hurt that followed, growing up and leaving home, experiencing college and then experiencing what happens when you decide to party too much and maybe losing what your goals were in the first place, growing up some...never want to completely grow up, and then, finding the love of my life, my best friend and yes it sounds corny, but she is my soul mate, my Katie. Looking at life fresh again, traveling to Florida with Katie, showing her how much I love Florida and the ocean and proposing, now not the past, only today and what we have, finally going back to school and this time I'm going to make it through and graduate, my future is looking great.

IKEA, Here We Come

First of all, it's early on a Saturday morning. I'm not one to get up early for anything but golf, if I don't have to. My fiance' has had an idea stuck in her head for the last few weeks about how we need an end table in our apartment. I am pretty much thinking, but of course not verbalizing, "Go get it then, take your mother along and get it over with." Well, I am slowly learning about women, so I know not to say that thought out loud. Katie then says, "This is a couple thing to do."

I am going to look at this as an adventure. I don't really have a choice, as we are now in the car on HWY 494 heading to IKEA. Katie says, we have to go to IKEA because we are poor and they have cheap furniture that looks great. She also keeps repeating how it is an experience. I'm thinking, it will be ok; it must be like a Wal-Mart. So, we will get the table and get out. We could be back home in an hour or two.

We pull into the parking garage, the size of Jupiter, with IKEA's neighbor stores, The Mall of American off in the distance. This whole place looks huge, and when we get inside, I see escalators, so I know it's not a Wal-Mart. I am getting that uneasy feeling in my stomach. For one, I don't like crowds and I don't like shopping, but I do like my fiance', so on we go. A sign up ahead says, "99 cents for breakfast." Now, that's a deal, maybe this place isn't so bad after all. They have a restaurant, a bistro, and a market. And to think, I just thought we were looking for an end table. I can see how we are going to easily get side tracked especially by the apple cake and coffee special for $2.29. (One thing that my fiance' and I have in common, is that we both love to eat!)

We are off to the living room furniture section when I see a poster that has a clown on it. Children's Events are listed under the picture of the clown. Why, why would anyone bring their kids here? I guess I'm not a parent yet, so I don't get it, but a babysitter is looking pretty good right now. I am witnessing one kid having a complete blowout on the floor. He must be a strong little fellow,  because he isn't budging, almost as if there is cement under his butt. His parents have that look of agony on their faces; I can bet they aren't getting what they came in here for today.

Next, we arrive in a large warehouse setting with shelves everywhere. I'm feeling lost and wanting to get this over with. How will we ever find one little, black, cheap, end table in this abyss? Katie walks right up to a computer and punches in what she needs. Up comes, aisle 7! Section B. Wow, another discovery, this place is like a GPS on the highway. Hey, all stores should copy this. You could walk into Cub Foods and type peanut butter into the computer and within five seconds, you would be out the door with your peanut butter. A map to the  peanut butter, what a great invention.

Finally, we have located our precious piece of furniture, and my fiance' is beaming. I am also beaming, as I know I'll be home soon, watching the Green Bay Packer's football game and putting my beer on our new end table. IKEA, even though, you are Swedish and big, I'll be back. But, did you know their furniture comes unassembled?  Just a warning to all of you guys out there!

Successful written piece

I am trying to think when in my life I had the most success with a written piece. I am thinking of my resume. It was hard for me to write because I wanted it to pop, yet look professional. I put a lot of thought into it and looked at my dad's, my mom's and my brothers to help me. I wanted to make my resume my own and I was happy with the end result. Now, I can't wait to add a college degree to my resume.

Typical Day as a writer

Where ever I go I am surrounded by writing. Most of it is technical now days, but not all. I still like giving my fiance a card with a handwritten note inside or giving a card to my parents, telling them how much I appreciate them. Yet, most of the day is used up in typing ordersdata entry at work or emails. I have emails to answer at home on a personal level. I use Face Book to communicate, but lately haven't liked this site to communicate. It is just getting to be a place to brag and to mind everyone's business. I just took myself off of it about two weeks ago. I also text message which is a form of writing that most of my generation does. My mom often says, call me, don't text me. The one thing that has changed my life so much with the internet is internet classes. I can juggle all of my life without going to a campus. I do so much better with internet classes, as I don't like to sit with a group of people, also it's a huge time saver. I am now finishing college because I was allowed to take internet classes. This blog site is an assignment, so it is another step for me in communicating as a writer.

School Writing Memories

It was either my junior or senior year in high school when I was finally able to take a creative writing class. I was so tired of all the required grammar classes. This was a chance to express myself and it worked. Our teacher had us fill out answers in a book. It brought out ideas that we could then write about. I remember getting positive feedback from Mr. Z and thinking, hey I can do this. I also liked how I could express my feelings and get them out of my head and onto paper. It was a kind of stress reliever. I think teachers, friends, parents are powerful enough to encourage talent in someone to have them believe they can become a writer.

Earliest Memory of Writing

I have to think back to when the teachers asked us to write. I think in first grade, is my earliest memory. We had a room we went to and they had those old school Apple computers with the paper that came out of the printer with the holes on the side. You would sit at a computer and you didn't have to worry about spelling. I remember writing a story about my family and Christmas. I know my mom saved everything I did at school and she still has the print out. I spelled many words wrong, as I was only a 1st grader. I remember being so proud of that page and I ended all my stories, with "so good-bye"  Don't you think that's funny? So, good-bye!