judee4u2's Stories

The New Smell-O-Vision

2008-07-07T05:09:27Z

Kevin and Beth had camped out at the strip mall so that they could be one of the first to buy the new Smell-O-Vision camera. They hadn’t told anyone about their extravagant purchase and could hardly wait to share the memories of the motorcycle trip with the family. Finally, everyone was seated. Grandma and Grandpa, aunts and uncles on the furniture and kids on the floor. Beth picked her way across the crowded room to plug the camera into the tv outlets. The screen came to life. Four couples were sitting in a fast food restaurant before hitting the road. One of the kids yelled “I smell sausage biscuits!!! Mmm-Mmmm” The screen changed to a beautiful country road and the scent of honeysuckle filled the room. As the pictures went on there were smells such as new mown grass & freshly starched clothes hanging on the line. Oohs and Aahs filled the room. Suddenly there was gagging & yells of “Yuck” & “Gross” as chicken houses flashed on the screen. Kevin had suspected it would happen. He had the camera aimed & ready!

Jack and Dianne (Retro Music Challenge)

2008-03-16T04:30:09Z

She had said “Call Me and we will figure something out.”

So he had called and they had planned to rendezvous that Sunday evening at the Loveshack. He made reservations and she arranged for a babysitter.

She met him at the door wearing a smile and gazing at him through her Betty Davis Eyes.

They spent a magical evening focusing on each other instead of dealing with the everyday hassle of work and kids. For this one evening they both felt as if Heaven Is A Place On Earth. It was something that they both had needed for such a long time.

Just before they fell asleep and knowing that in the morning, they had to go back to reality, she whispered “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go”.

Evaporated milk and Champagne Challenge

2008-01-22T04:42:17Z

She kept a purple sharpie on her bedside table in case she awoke with an idea for a story. It wasn’t there this morning. It had disappeared, which is what she wished the nightmare that had awakened her last night would do. It was a vision that she was unlikely to forget, no matter how much she wanted to. In her dreams she had seen Gabe through the broken airplane window. He wasn’t moving. Blood oozed from his nose and mouth.
Stop it! She told herself. Gabe was coming home today! She had a million things to do to get ready for the celebration dinner tonight. Today was their first wedding anniversary. After she filmed the interview with the interpretive dance teacher, she planned to stop by the liguor store for some champagne and the grocery store for evaporated milk to make Gabe’s favorite cheesecake. The ringing phone brought her senses back to the present. She glanced at the ID – Southwestern Airlines.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Mrs. Gabe Stevens? I’m sorry…”
“NOOOOOOOOO!” She screamed!

Fun But Insane Answers to the Fun But Insane Quiz

2008-01-14T02:51:11Z

I am typing this from what I lovingly call “my office” and the nearest tissue box is in the bathroom across the hall – it is blue and white flowers.

When I was growing up my hair was red, which in those days WAS a minority but it seems like there are redheads everywhere these days…........and now mine is blonde.

One day I was just goofing around on AIM and I found this site listed. I decided to check it out. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT .

If valuable means dollarwise – I guess my house and my truck are the most valuable things that I own.

A few years ago I actually looked online and found instructions on how to make a lava lamp – but I never did. I think they are NEAT !

My current favorite word is: FICLETS ! Such a neat little word but meaning so much. I just love words that are multiple words put together: like fantabulous!

I laughed when my randon song started playing. Of all the tunes on there, it had to be: Do You Want Fries With That? by Tim McGraw

Dr. Phil for Cars!

2008-01-10T01:26:14Z

A month later…

Ms. Shelby Smitherson and her car, Chevrolet Model two-oh-six-six had been sitting quietly in the waiting area of the auto body repair garage for 15 minutes. Both were getting impatient but even though Ms. Smitherman had paid the bill for the repairs, they were not allowed to leave until after they attended a conference meeting with the resident car psychologist, Dr. Phil R. Up.

Finally, Dr. Phil stepped into the waiting area.

He had been a certified GM auto technician for over 30 years but these days he was considered more of a mediator between cars and their owners.

Most automobile accidents that had occured since cars started driving themselves and conversing with humans were caused by disagreements between cars and the owners.

For example, cars were equipped with a GPS that cars insisted on following even if it took them 50 miles out of the way!!!

Oh for the good old days when the owners were responsible for their own actions!

Dr. Phil for cars!!! Who’d a thunk it?

Reaching Out From Beyond

2008-01-09T00:50:21Z

Not only was it MONDAY morning, it was also his first day back to work following 12 days of leisure.
He reluctantly walked to his assigned garage bay.
The first thing that caught his eye was a special tool that he had designed for a co-worker when he first began working there. The tool had been used for precise, complicated jobs of that era but cars had changed through the years and this particular tool wasn’t needed anymore. He hadn’t seen or even thought about it in 20 years. The co-worker for whom it was made had been dead for several. A chill ran up his spine. Where had the tool been all this time and why had it now mysteriously appeared on his workbench? Maybe if he didn’t acknowledge the tool’s existence, it would just disappear again! While he was pondering this idea another seasoned co-worker walked up and spotted the tool. The men’s eyes met in disbelief and wonder, they exchanged a silent message but neither spoke a word! Both men pretended it wasn’t there and headed for the coffee pot!

Upside Down or Inside Out Doesn't Get It!

2008-01-02T22:24:58Z

I have enjoyed reading about all the quirks that you guys have. I must admit that I possess some of those that are already listed BUT I also have one that isn’t. It pertains to food. My burgers, sandwiches, etc. must be layered a certain way. For instance, if I am making a burger all the way – the mustard, pickles and onions have to be on the bottom bun – the meat in the middle and the ketchup, tomato and cheese on top. If I buy a burger already made, it doesn’t seem to matter. If I am eating peanut butter crackers, the salty sides must face outward ——and I can NEVER eat an Oreo if the cookie is stuck on with the smooth side out! (Of course, I usually take those apart anyway.) And if I am eating those little pecan pinwheels, well, I can’t just bite ‘em, I have to unroll ‘em. They are sooo much tastier that way. If my food is not put together in the “proper” order, it just doesn’t taste as good! Hey, that might be a good diet incentive.

24 Hours Inside the Closet (Sequel to Ghost Begone Spray)

2007-11-25T23:09:40Z

“I hate it when you do that!”

I have muttered that phrase numerous times and she has never heard me – not until tonight. But this time, she seemed to react!

I will have to acquire a different nesting location. I can’t imagine where!

I detest the boy’s closet. It smells of dirty socks and underwear, dried worms and whatever else he decides to stash in it.

I fear the attic because mice live up there! The mice are as frightened of me as I am of them but in the attic I would never get any rest.

Why does Gwen have to tattle on me?

She doesn’t tell her Mommy about the dolls’ midnight tea parties,Teddy Bear’s gymnastics or even Barbie and Ken’s shenanigans!

Why does she make it so difficult for me?

Oh well, I have at least 24 hours before the next pssssh-psssssh!!! And I have to admit that I can tolerate air freshener much easier than the alternative nesting areas that I have investigated thus far.

Maybe soon, I will figure out my purpose, fulfill my assignment and move on.

The Call That Always Came

2007-11-22T04:13:38Z

I grew to expect and anticipate the call. It never failed. The call always came.
Every year on the same day….sometimes early in the morning, sometimes later in the day but the call always came.
She always started singing as soon as I said hello. She sang the same song every year when she made THAT call that always came.
Her voice changed. The tune was not as smooth as it once was but the love in the message was still the same in that call that always came.
For the last two years the phone hasn’t rung with that “Happy Birthday” song from my mother but each year in my heart, I still hear it and I greatly miss….........that call that always came!

CYSS (Band Baby 4 Life Challenge)

2007-11-19T04:46:08Z

I haven’t been the same since I was diagnosed.

NEVER would I have dreamed that I would become a statistic, a member of the elite group of people who suffer from this illness.

CYSS doesn’t differentiate between male or female. It favors no race or nationality. It can strike anyone – at anytime! One day you’re perfectly normal, the next day you’re driving down the road and suddenly you slam on the brakes! You have to stop! You must get out!

It is not known if CYSS is contagious. Some people never acquire it. Some are affected by it at a later age. Some people, but not very many, are born with it!

There is no medication to help you. Self-discipline seems to be the only thing that works. There are no meetings that you can attend with others who are afflicted.

There are no special license plates but there ARE bumper stickers warning others of your problem!

I’m still in shock but in my heart, I know it’s true. What else could it be?

I suffer from CYSS …........Chronic Yard Sale Shopper!

Road Kill Stew

2007-11-12T04:42:46Z

“Hello Sandra, what are you and Jim are doing for Thanksgiving?”

“We don’t have any plans.”

“Why don’t you come over and have Thanksgiving dinner with us?”

“Ohhhh, that would be great. What can I bring to go with the turkey?”

“TURKEY? Oh NO Sandra. W aren’t having turkey! We don’t believe in purposefully killing living birds and animals to fulfill our own culinary pleasure.”

“So, have you become vegetarians?”

“No – we’re having Road Kill Stew. The animals in it were not killed purposefully!”

“Ummm, Where do you get the ingredients?”

“No, we could never make this ourselves. We have found this magnificent product already canned. It is packed in Mississippi River water and the road kill has never been on the road for more than 3 days! That’s just long enough to bring out the flavor but not botulism.”

“What’s in it?”

“Mostly rabbit, skunk, possum, coon, squirrel, armadillo, frog and carrots.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Sue. I just remembered – Jim is allergic to carrots! Bye”

Where's the Party?

2007-11-08T20:59:50Z

Party? Where’s the party? I was headed to a birthday party but this doesn’t look anything like a birthday party! Where are the decorations, the cake, the punch, the presents or even the PEOPLE ? This looks more like a funeral than a birthday celebration.
OH NO !!!!!! I remember now – I was driving down Main Street. The traffic light was green in my direction but in my peripheral vision I saw a streak of white and I heard sounds ——-Oh God! the awful sounds of screeching tires, breaking glass, metal against metal. Then there was silence! The next thing I knew you were talking about some kind of party!
Please tell me where I am….........

Don't Feel Like Dancing Yet

2007-11-06T06:06:32Z

Yeah, many times he wanted to do more than just dance and she didn’t. But what did that matter? Did he even care anymore? It seems that she didn’t have a life – she had only his life. When she thought about it, all of her so-called friends were his friends wives. Where were they when she needed someone to talk to? She needed to get her own life, her own friends and her own dance! But where and how? How could she when right now she was basically invisible? And right now she just didn’t feel like dancing…...