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How to Make Waldorf Apple Salad 12-4-12

Free Write 11-1

Wow i cant belive its the firist of november and yesterday was halloween it feels like the semester is going by kinda fast in away thats good but sometimes i wish time would go a little slower so that your brian rightfully documents everything that happens and you dont just take mintal pictures but physical ones too now that im looking back on this short time i wish i would have taken more pictures and done more stuff if thats possibal i wish last night i could have spent my time with someone special but instead i had to study for a test and do a quiz i think we lose time in that way but there isnt anything anyone can do about that you cant pause the responsibities you have so i suppose its a lesson for the time to come do more to remember more and work around your responsibities.

Free Write 10-30

i quite literaly just jumped out of bed and drove here i stopped at a friends house to get my 30min nap. i set my alarm for when to get up and it is set with just enought time for my to get up say goodbye get my shoes on and get in my car all of this not in a hurried manner but this morning i slept on top of my phone so i didnt her the alarm go off the frist time and probably not the second time i woke up a litttle noticing that its probably close to time to go and that when i hear carrbbean music play oh crap im diggng for my phone try to find it i do and oh god im going to be late i jump out of bed put my shoes on yell by and next thing i know im speeding down the road to here

Free Write 10-25

i feel as though my brain is too full there as so many things i feel like i have to do my be in reality i dont but between this paper hospitality and culinary theres thrree papers to right and many out siide of class things to do hospitality i have to interview someone and finsh my restaurant critique and summarise a couple articals make two menus i think one for each class i also have to write about my outside event this stuff isnt due right away but i feel like the due date is strangleing me and that in ist self is overwhelming my brain its making me want to fall asleep and not have to wake up for a good long while oh well

Free Write 10-23

i really would have loved to stay in bed this morning im not overly tired right now but i could always use more sleep maybe i will later this afternoon after class now hopefully i dont randomly have to work bc that would happen next semester im definaly going to work something out different with my classes so im not so tired casue i feel like thats all i am tired between class and work and trying to fix friends in its exasting maybe ill get to work on my scedual later

Descriptive Essay Mother-in-Law

Katie Nass

Mr. Neuberger

English Comp 101- 135

25 September 2012

Descriptive Essay

Mother-in-Law

            I glare at my wife, while she drones on about her mother. The words are a train wreck between my ears. The wretched women, the phrase I never say to my rose of a wife, is coming for a visit. Yes, the woman that gave my darling life, is going to stampede into our lives. The giving birth part is the only prize winning thing the witch ever did. I suppose the raising part might have been good too. No, no I take that back. She went through years of therapy and bottles of pills. So, yes birth is the only morally upright and respectable thing I believe she has done. I hear screeching wheels. “Oh God no, why didn’t you tell me she was going to be here right now!” My eyes are huge looking at Lily. She stares at me, shrugs and walks away.  It turns out she did.  I guess I should listen when she discusses “It”.

“I’ll make dinner sweetheart. Don’t want you to lift your little glass like finger. I know you do all the work around this flea of a house anyway.”  She’s grinning that gaping gutter that grazes across her ghastly face every once and a rude comment.  She just wiggles her winey dog size fingers at us as she steps into our kitchen. All I can do is bang my head on the hard as a rock coffee table, and hopefully, knock myself out.

“Oh honey, I didn’t realize how tiny your kitchen was. Doesn’t he support you? You bring home the bacon don’t you dear,” she yells in a glass shattering manner, making it through the six inch walls of the kitchen. I open my mouth to say he has a name and supports her and a whole lot more, when Lily takes away my air by slapping her hand over my pie hole. I see a look of death enter into the eye sockets of my lovely but now highly frightening wife.  It’s like her mother is sending me subliminal messages of “Oh honey you better not. I’ll steal your soul, eat it, and spit it back out.”  I shrink back into the couch and shrivel into a shell of that human being that I was five minutes ago.

At dinner, I stare at the plates that were assembled on the mahogany table. I’m frightened, I’m scared. I’m petrified. Is it edible? Is something going to inch out and assault my face? Am I expected to eat it? I hopelessly look at my wife.  She just ignores my glances.

“So mom what is this.” She’s looking down as she spoons it in her mouth a little at a time.

“Oh just a personal recipe,” winking at her. Oh my darling, please let your soul still remain inside you after the wink of death. Randomly, Reptar just slams her scaly fist down on the cherry table. It’s like the cherries jump out of the table and the color is gone. “Ian eat my food. I made your plate special.” Her pointy monster like teeth poked out between her scaly leathery blood red lips that twist into a smirk as she holds her mug. I put the slop on my tongue and shiver. Eww, ugh, blah, yikes, “baaaaaarrrrrrffffffff” there goes dinner.

“You ignorant pathetic moron how dare you throw up my food?” she roars picking up the knife she used to cut up the abhorrence she calls food.  I turn as pale as death. Oh nooooo, she’s going to launch it at me. I close my eyes. I’m done for.

“Mother,” I hear. My eyes open. Lily grabbed her scaly wrist so hard the knife falls from her hand. Her reptile eyes look over her baby like she would eat her in her cannibalistic way. But Lily doesn’t back down. I am a spectator with puke on his shirt, in shock, with his mouth gaping open. Thinking in the back of my head hahaha, “I was right; she is crazy and narcissistic,” hahahaha. Gulp, she almost killed me. My head spins, ugh. “Mother how could you do this? I know you never liked him but this, this is crazy.  I know you made the food to be horrible just so he would have to eat it. Grow up, he is my husband and I love him. That’s not going to change. You stabbing Ian for not eating your food isn’t going to solve anything. You’re just ruining our relationship, you and I, not Ian and I. Are you even listening to me?”  The witch’s head falls into the mushy nastiness. We look at each other.

“Janet,” I say. No response. Oh my god, my wife gave her own mother a heart attack.

“Mom, mom!” she shakes her furiously, relentlessly, recklessly, rattling the now brittle frame of the reptile, raising the rubbish she’s face down in up to her ears. 

“Honey I’m calling the ambulance.”  I have the phone gripped in my hand and hear the rings that sound like a alarm clock going off. “911. State your emergency.”

“I think my wife’s mother just had a heart attack. Please get here as soon as possible.” On the other end of the line she says and asks the usual stuff. My heart is thumping like the rabbit’s foot in Bambie.  I have the phone loosely gripped in my hand now. Lily pulled her mother’s face out of the gunk she made. She’s crying, “This is entirely my fault.”  In my head I said, “Who would have thought the coldest breed of reptile, would die in such a heated way?”