Author: JodiLea

I don't pretend to be who/what I'm not. I will be honest here unless I publish under the category "This could be news," which is 99% fiction and a wee bit sarcastic. ;-) I want readers who come here to have as much fun as I do. Not all subjects can be fun, but most can be funny if I do my job right ;-) My inner child is reflected in my logo and will change at a moment's notice.

And Deliver Us From Eevir..

~ JodiLea

Writing 101: Day 15
You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it.
For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!
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He really meant “evil”, but it came out eevir, due to his growing up in communist China.

Father Poon was the sweetest and happiest priest I ever met. Because of his thick accent, it took me a while to realize he not only had a great sense of humor, but was  a smart-ass like me. This will forever keep him in my thoughts and prayers.

St. Michael’s Church has new priests now and Father Poon is retired, not from the priesthood, but rather from the daily work in the Parish. I envision him in a little boat, fishing in a beautiful lake. I’m not sure why. I have no clue if he likes to fish. However he is spending his retirement, I hope he is enjoying it greatly.

There is not a Lord’s Prayer that is said without thinking of Father Poon, and wanting to hear him say “eevir”.

 

Letter To The (Blood) Bank

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Writing 101: Day 14
Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there.
Today’s twist: write the post in the form of a letter.

On page 29 the word ‘blood’ got my attention…
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BloodBank
Dear Blood Bank,

I’m sorry, but I do not understand your ‘policies’. Today I got your letter saying that you can no longer accept any more blood donations from me. Yes, I was in Germany in 1981/82. Suddenly this question appears on your long questionnaire and now I can’t give blood. What the heck went on over there? Should I seek treatment?

You used to call me constantly. You acted like my O-Negative blood was more precious than gold, especially after my blood passed a test and could be used for babies. An O-Neg Baby Donor, the rarest of the rare, you told me “you are so special!”  So I donated blood when the mobile unit came to my workplace, four-times a year.

Now?  You tell me you don’t want my blood. I answered one lousy little question ‘yes’, and  you dump me!  You were just using me to get my blood, and lying about how I was so ‘special’!

I feel so dirty now.

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