packaged 200 truffles & figs. ben and dad have spent the entire day replenishing our sold out inventory. needless to say, sunday's market went well. tomorrow we have our first day at the city hall market. woop woop. i'm exhausted.
and therefore...i'm reverting to some old writings i did in college. i took a bunch of creative classes at scu. the story i'm sharing this week is from a class i took on writing fiction for children. awesome and fun and funny class. never came up with a title for this...
chapter two to follow. and rest easy, there are only three chapters. never had to finish it. ;) and yes, i coined tater-tot before britney spears.
and therefore...i'm reverting to some old writings i did in college. i took a bunch of creative classes at scu. the story i'm sharing this week is from a class i took on writing fiction for children. awesome and fun and funny class. never came up with a title for this...
Chapter One: Fish Prints, People Prints
There used to be a giant catfish called Sammy in a big old tank until one day he went bonkers and thrashed around so much that he hit his head on the aerator and died. Mrs. Duff saw this as a wonderful opportunity for us to memorialize him and retrieved him from the tank so we could pass him around and make fish prints with paint and construction paper. I hung mine in my tree house because my mama thought that, what with the blood turning the yellow paint orangish, it was much too morbid for the house house.
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My name is Josephine but most everybody calls me Joey because I fancy myself a tomboy. My mama named me after the wife of Napolean Bonaparte because she knew by my kicks—before I was even born—that I was gonna be strong. She says any woman that would’ve married a man like that must’ve been strong. She also says that it is possible to be strong and feminine at the same time, but I’m not so sure about that.
If you are gonna know anything about me, I guess you’ll need to hear a little bit about my family. A person’s family can explain a whole lot about a person.
My papa was orphaned when he was just a little ‘tater-tot. His parents were regrettably killed in a freak accident involving piano. He was sent to live with the Sisters of the Soil, a small sect of nuns who modeled themselves after American Indians and lived off the land. As a child my papa developed an interest in alternative kinds of recycling and this led to his career as a vermiculturist. To support our family, he manages acres and acres of worms whose sole purpose in this life is to eat trash and make compost. My papa says that a man who works in the dirt with worms may not be rich, but he sure is happy. I think he is where I got my great love of animals.
My mama comes from a family of twelve brothers. My grammy calls her “lucky thirteen.” If you can believe it, each one of my uncles has married but not a single one has procreated. I guess they are leaving the grandbaby-makin’ up to my mama and papa and my mama is happy to oblige. Mama says, your papa works very hard but I have the world’s hardest and most rewarding job, thank you very much. Her official title is “Baby-Wrangler-Extraordinaire-Slash-Household-Runner-Specialist.” I think she is where I got my great aversion of baby brothers.
My triplet brothers, Barry, Maurice, and Robin (born in that order and named after the Brothers Gibb) are just about two and a half years old and full of spunk. Barry is a climber, Maurice is a hair puller, and Robin is the kind of kid that holds onto your pant leg and screams bloody murder when you are trying to leave to go somewhere important. And if you don’t think three brothers are enough, my mama is now exceedingly pregnant with what she calls an innocent mistake! You see, my papa is the kind of man who goes up on the roof to nail down a shingle and forgets the hammer in the garage. Mama says that she’ll be in charge of birth control from now on, especially since she has been known to bring babies into this world in groups of three.
chapter two to follow. and rest easy, there are only three chapters. never had to finish it. ;) and yes, i coined tater-tot before britney spears.