Very, Scary and Body each have two syllables. Like “edit” in my post - it went by without my noticing it (which, ironically, is what an edit is supposed to do!)
I am a Dad, at home. I play with my son, and work with staff at his school, so he can be a Main Man, not a Rain Man. He is my pride and joy. In the am, when he is in school, I get more fit, to have more years with him, so I can tell him of the way to win girls’ hearts, see him wed, and play with his kids.
I am a son. I help my Mom, too. She moved to my town, and broke her hips. Now she is fine, but I must take care of her.
I am a spouse. I try to make my wife glad. She is a doc for those sick from the spell of the crab. She talks to me of those she can zap, or not. Many die of too much smoke, some do quite well. We laugh, we sigh, we cook, we go on dates.
I feel I do His will. I am at peace.
When my son goes to a school that is high, I want to learn to ride fast in a small bus with red lights and loud sounds, with sick or hurt folks, to get them to keen docs and help them be well.
I help folks that get sued. I talk to them and get their side of things. I type briefs, talk on the phone, and go to court. Most of the time a case won’t go to a full trial, so the two sides just rant back and forth (it can take years) and then end it with a few bucks from my guy to theirs.
I sell toys to grown folks. No, not porn. Toys that are high in price, some of the time. Folks that like to take pics of stuff.
On some days, I am the go-to-girl for all things “Fraud.” Then there are the days when all that I do (though I do not mean to) is sleuth all of the ways that we (as a corp) are just plain dumb as a box of rocks. You would find shock to know of just how much cash can go poof for no cause more than dumb dumb…dumb stuff.
I am the boss. I have a big old train shed, which is full of fun stuff. You can push, pull, punch, spin, throw, roll, watch and learn here! Kids come here, with school or their folks, and learn how the world works (but they don’t THINK they learn! It’s a trick!)
The best thing? The slide. It is ten times two plus two feet tall. You can drop straight down, as though you stood. You end up in a sit, and it does not hurt.
One more good thing is the stars. We have a dome room, which is dark, with lights that shine on the roof, to look like the night sky. Now we have a lamp which is low tech, like a light bulb in a tin can punched with holes. But next month we will get a new kind, a much more high tech kind, which makes the stars move. Yay! We got a grant to build it. We might have bean bags in it!
Lots to do this year…
i read and i play
i work and i cry
i sleep and i dream.
i do dream.
but what do i do to live?
i love.
my boy.
my girl.
my man.
I toss cards for tips
I stay at home and raise my kids. I cook, I clean, I wash clothes and fold them. I like to bake, too. I help my big kid with his work from school. I drive my big kid and three more kids to and home from school one week a month. I help my spouse with his job. He stays at home for his work, too. He is in sales and talks on the phone a lot.
I go to the gym at the Y to run and work out, and to a place where I stretch my arms and legs and bend in strange ways. It is a hot, hot place. I like that best of all but it is a lot of cash to go more than twice a week.
I used to put drugs in bags in a place where they give out drugs to sick folks. I may go back to do that more, now that my young child is not quite so young.
Half of the folks who wrote in this thread seem to have felt the urge to write as if they were cave men. Sure, we have to use short words, but we can still put them so that they make sense. Like this:
I work in a place that would bore you to death. When you have a cell phone, you can pay a bit more each month on your bill, like four or five bucks a month. Then, if you lose or break your phone, you can call my work. We send you a nice new phone, for less than it would have cost you to get a new one at the store. Kind of like what you have for your car, but we do lots of small claims, not a few big ones. Me, I’m the boss of the guy or girl you speak to when you call us. I make sure they treat you right and don’t break any laws. It’s not a whole lot of fun, but it pays for the ex and kids and I still get to surf the Dope. Can’t beat that.
If I screwed up when I wrote this, I’ll be red in the face, since I was so smug to start with. 
My fine tooth comb is old, with sad teeth… :smack: :o :rolleyes:
Tanks!
Me work. You Jane.
I fix bad files and set them up to print on a press.
Can I say “files” or is that too long?
This was my first day at my new job. I’ll work with those who help out kids who are sick in the head, and if I can help them do a good job at that I’ll be glad. I may have to be a pain in the ass to them to make sure the kids get the best of care, though. Oh, well. They will be pains in the ass to me, too.
Files is fine. Got any more? We don’t know yet what you do, not for sure.
I work in a bar. I know that I have just said as much as I need to say but I’d like to say some more. I deal with dumb folks who drink too much. At times it can be fun but not all the time. At times I have to hear dumb folks talk dumb things. This makes me a bit daft. I pour beer and drinks for folks who come in. I don’t get to sleep at the same time as the rest of the world. This makes it hard to sleep when I need to. But it can be a fun job if you are in the right mood.
Your job is cool. I just got done with a long chat with a girl who does the same thing. She sold me a bunch of booze while I watched the game. I tipped her ten bucks on a tab three times that big. Is that a good tip?
Yes that tip is more than it has to be. That would make it a third of the full tab, right? But I don’t get tips here. I can’t write where I live but you can read it to the right side of my name below the line! And I don’t get as much folks who want to talk to me. I am not a hot girl but a dude. Hope you get to call her.
I teach high school grads how to read, write, and think. And I teach prose and rhymes; the kind that I like best is the old stuff: what came out at the time of the Black Death and in the years in its wake, but I don’t get to teach it too much.
I draw a black and white (and pink) mouse all day long, for books that young kids (most in grades two, three, and four) like to read.