Category Archives: text
Woman
Your vow isn’t I do, it’s I am. You conquer me with a daily battle cry to be a superior lover, friend, and mother to our children. Woman, I’m awed by your allure.
****blogger’s note****
My wife, The Bobina, refuses to let me buy her a mother’s day card, so I wrote this instead. It isn’t gross or too much information so you all should be big boys and girls and get through it. I love you Bobina.
It’s only 33 words because today is trifextra day – http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/05/trifecta-week-twenty-six.html If I don’t talk to you all tomorrow, werd to you and your mothers. This song rocks and its fitting to my bad ass wife. Break out your air guitars and have a good time. Here’s Wolfmother’s Woman -
Karma Police
To whom it may concern,
The smell of coconut suntan lotion turns my stomach. Nobody will look me in the eye. I’m tired of crying every day. Since you all don’t have the courage, I’ll apologize to myself.
Sincerely,
me
****blogger’s note***
This is my letter of apology, as dictated by this weekend’s Trifextra- http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ For this week’s challenge, you have to write a letter of apology in exactly 33 words. Addresses, salutations, closings, etc. (should you wish to include them) do not count in the 33 words. You can call this a a vague entry. But it means the world to me. No, I won’t elaborate.
Today’s song is perfect, in so many ways. If Radiohead were in charge of my funeral, this is what they’d open with. I hope the right people are reading and listening. Karma’s a real thing. And it’s a major bitch.
Communication Breakdown
Today’s my third wedding anniversary. At 10:02 a.m. I received this text message next to my wife’s name and picture:
“Just met the man of my dreams. …..need help!”
So much for “smart phones”. In the hands of dumb people, they’re dangerous.
I text a lot. I actually prefer it to talking on the phone. I never thought I’d say or type that, but since we’re all best friends forever, here; the written word almost always works better for me.
I didn’t receive or send my first text message until January, 2006. The phone I had at the time, the cheap flip version with few features, required me to activate texting. I was going through a divorce and making some new friends. One of these friends texted often. I thought they wanted me to write them a letter when they insisted I send them a text message.
Three and a half years ago I became the father to a 12 year old girl. She’s fifteen now. In case you didn’t know, girls that age NEVER call anyone or receive calls. They text. Then, they text some more. After that, they text to see if the texts went through. She’s home from school right now for the Thanksgiving break. She’s texting. Trust me. She typed, “can we get some hot cheetos” to me a few minutes ago.
This morning wasn’t the first bad experience I’ve had with texting. I’ve sent a few to the wrong people. I’ve never pulled a Brett Favre and sent pictures that would make my soul wither, but I received messages from people that they probably had to explain to their significant others because they were mistakes.
I’d love to hear your stories of texting gone right or gone wrong. Mostly gone wrong.
It’s my anniversary. I’m supposed to be happy and romantic today. When I saw that my wife may or may not have met the man of her dreams and it may or may not be me, I pulled an expert texter move. I pressed the backward arrow button and that returned me to the reset page. The actual sender of the text; my very single sister in law, who falls in love every fifteen minutes. Apparently this new guy is hot. I’ll let you know how it works out for her. In the mean time; email me, call me, or meet me in the street. I don’t need another heart attack on my wedding anniversary.
Today’s song is one I could play every day. Living with women dictates it. Here’s one of the greatest rock and roll songs ever. I give you Led Zepplin’s Communication Breakdown…..
Reptilia
‘I have your wife and children. Their blood tastes sweet. You can try to find them, but you’d be too late. The banality of evil is how I destroy your happiness.’
****Blogger’s note****
This is my answer to the folks at Write on Edge http://www.writeonedge.com and their Red Writing Hood prompt of “write a text, 160 characters, that is scary. . So I went the route that scared me, my wife and my teenage daughter. They wrote off on this one.
Today’s song has always been a creepy one. I know this song is about a cheating boyfriend trying to apologize but the lyrics kind of fit a bad guy talking and thus relate to this story. Here’s The Strokes’ Reptilia.
