Daily Word Prompt: Caper

This is totally off-base, so just go with me for a minute. Remember, Imma weird one.

Each morning when I get online, I always click the Reader section of my blog. Why? Because everyone else is far more interesting than me!

Anyway, today on the daily word prompt page the word was caper and my eyes about bugged out. Memories of summer camp, yes, hot, sticky, terrible food summer camp filled my mind.

Why? Because when I went to camp after every meal, each of the cabins had chores. Clean the dining hall, clean the bathrooms, pick up trash, sweep the breezeway, wash dishes, etc, etc.  While the meal was being brought out and put on a buffet table so all of us pigs could run to the trough, the camp director would go up on this little platform and say, “It’s time for capers.”  Then he’d read off a chore and a cabin number, and that cabin would have the shout and cheer like maniacs about the privilege to be the ones to go clean the toilets after they ate.

The cabin who cheered the loudest for whoever chore they had would get to go through the meal line first.

I grew up thinking that “caper” was just a nicer way to say chore. I didn’t realize until I looked it up in the dictionary that it means to leap or skip about in a sprightly manner;prance; frisk; gambol.

Oh, what a misguided childhood I led. 😀

via Daily Prompt: Caper

An Ode to Gas Station Pizza

Fair warning: Poetry isn’t really my forte. But we all have to have a first.  Mine is about some pizza I ate last night. Enjoy!

 

As I filled up at the pump,
I saw your picture, so cheer and your crust so plump.
“Extra Large Pizza for $9.99,” your caption read,
An idea of a pizza and movie night danced in my head.
I whipped out my phone,
To swiftly ordered a pizza of the unknown.

See, I’ve never had a pizza from a gas station,
Not even while on vacation.
I had no idea what was in store,
Or if this would just be the beginning of more.
Ten minutes later it was ready,
The delicious smell so overwhelming and heady.

My mouth watered and my tummy growled,
As I carried that box of intoxicating cheese and spices through the crowd.
The box was warm and had zero grease,
I noted as I set it down upon my car seat.
Upon getting home,
I walked into my house as if I were soldier returning home to Rome.

Pizza! Pizza! the excitement soon spread,
The boys came out to find a movie to watch on the Net.
Mom served the pizza and we all sat on the chairs and couch,
Then we all stuffed our faces, then sudden OUCH!
My gut twisted and my insides squeezed tight,
I pushed a pair of feet off my lap and jumped up with a fright.

Something was happening and it didn’t bode well,
Suddenly, I couldn’t stand the sight of the pizza or even the smell.
My stomach roiled and cheeks squeezed hard,
One of my boys looking horrified, asked if I needed to fart?!
Ignoring the truth of their question I darted from their sight,
Straight to the bathroom, fumbling to switch on the light.

My stomach clenching more painfully than before,
I seriously thought I’d collapse on the floor.
I pressed my palms on the wall to help keep myself braced,
Nausea swirled so heavily within me, sweat streaked my face.
All that pizza that was so warm and cheesy,
Now left me feeling lightheaded, nauseous and queasy.

I’ll spare you all anymore of this ode,
Needless to say, I had to spend the night camped out by the commode.

I know this gave you all fantastic thoughts this morning–you’re welcome!

Imma B.

THIS is life with boys!

I went into my boys’ bathroom to hang up signs to remind them of proper hygiene and manners:

 

 

(Yes, they were ALL necessary. 😉 )

After I placed my signs, I peeked in the tub and found…

Lego Bath

Seriously?! Why are the Legos going for a soak in the tub? None of the boys have had a bath in ages so all I can imagine is they were either A. trying to clean them in a very strange way; B. they did this to get a rise out of me. I didn’t say a word!

Friday is almost here, enjoy it and your weekend!

Imma B.