⌂•• Can you wrote a little story that includes 6 of these 10 phrases?

Question

1. So THIS is what being in love is all about....Hmmmmm..... I like it.
2. I am surrounded by numbskulls. What to do? What to do?
3. Kaaaaaaa.....BOOM !!
4. I need to consult with my therapist.
5. Work! Work! Work! Is that ALL you do?
6. God wants you to come to Him on your knees, not wigglin' and jigglin' 'til your parts fall off !
7. Helping or hurting, babe? Helping or hurting?
8. He is the spitting image of Neil Diamond and he DOES bring me flowers !!
9. OMG ; I care so little.......... Cha, cha, cha.
10. Are you trying to make my head explode?

Answer 1

"*Are you trying to make my head explode?*" I snapped at my wife. "All you ever do is nag, nag, nag. Honey do this, honey do that. *Work! Work! Work! Is that ALL you do?* Try to get me to work?* *I need to consult with my therapist.*"

She might have zinged back at me, but our son toddled up...ahhh, saved by the boy. "*OMG; I care so little.....Cha, cha, cha," she said in a sing-song voice. I was confused until I realized the first part was for my benefit, the last part for our son's, who she was now dancing around the room with his mom. He had his feet on top of hers and looked like he was born to dance. She on the other hand...was getting red in the face.

"*God wants you to come to Him on your knees, not wigglin' and jigglin' 'til your parts fall off!*" I blustered. Yeah, not the smartest thing to say to my wife, but I didn't want her to keel over with a heart attack.

Distracted, she looked my way and *kaaaaaa....BOOM!!* He lost his balance and sat down hard, colliding his head with her knee in the process. Amazingly, he didn't cry at all - just looked up at us with big wet eyes, blinked, and fussed a little. "Is this *helping or hurting, babe? Helping or hurting?*" she crooned as she ran her hand over our son's head.

Pretty soon he smiled really big, ran across the room, and came back with his spitting flower bath toy. "What a wonderful, smart, funny son you are!" my wife giggled. To me, she spat softly, "*He is the spitting image of Neil Diamond and he DOES bring me flowers!!* What have YOU done for me lately??"

Now my son's fine. Not only is he a neat kid, but what toddler do you know who'll bring his mom flowers when HE gets hurt? I was really starting to get steamed at little wifey though. *I am surrounded by numbskulls. What to do? What to do?* was all I could think, repeating over and over in my brain. It got so loud my headache turned into a migraine. Who knew? I strode off to get some medicine.

Next thing I knew, I was waking up to my wife and son snuggled with me. What a nice way to wake up, I thought - headache gone, loved ones snuggled close, lazy Saturday morning...and then I remembered. The Honey Do list. The fight the night before. I groaned, then giggled. There were tiny hands tickling me, a toddler using me as a jungle gym, and my darlin' wife said, "Glad you're feeling better, sweetie. Why don't you take the day off and play with us? Make sure you're feeling better?"

*So THIS is what being in love is all about...Hmmmm...I like it....* was my last thought before gathering them both close and heading downstairs for breakfast.

(:

Answer 2

Kaaaaa.... BOOM! So this is what being in love is all about. I am so confused in love that I need to consult with my therapist. I guy I am in love can be so hard to understand. He is the spitting image of Neil Diamond and he brings me flowers! OMG, I care so little about our fights we have now and then, except for the time I actually asked him "Are you trying to make my head explode?" when he kept nagging me. He screamed at me and kept saying "Work! Work! Work! Is that all you do?". I am sure my therapist would ask me the most important question that I really need to consider. "Is the relationship helping or hurting?"
Sometimes, I feel like I am surrounded by numbskulls and I can't seem to be in a decent relationship without a lot of issues. What to do? What to do? I am at a loss with this relationship and need some help!

Answer 3

Let's see...
It was almost seven weeks ago that I met a man who caused me to say "So THIS is what being in love is all about... Hmmmm.... I like it. Of course it also helps that he is the spitting image of Neil Diamond and he DOES bring me flowers!! Not too often though, which is perfect because I don't want to get spoiled with flowers and start to expect them. He is a real light in my life right now. Things get a bit foggy when I wake in the morning...
Kaaaaaaa.....BOOM !! My alarm goes off and I realize that the peace I have in bed, next to my lover, is about to end. I roll over and my man rubs my back whispering... "Helping or hurting, babe? Helping or hurting?" All I can think is OMG ; I care so little.......... Cha, cha, cha... just keep those loving hands on my bare skin!
Eventually I must arise to the fall morning moonlit starry sky, to walk my dogs and awaken my senses. Ahhhhh, it feels so good to be out in the quiet morning air, like my lover's strong hands on my back. Of course, this too must come to an end.
I arrive at my work.... my first office job ever... for me, an absolutely horrendous task. I need to consult with my therapist to tell her the absurdity of office life, as I hope I can make it through the day! OMG ; I care so little.......... Cha, cha, cha. Give me the fresh air and strong hands QUICK!!!!
I'm going home now, and it will be better again!

Answer 4

One day in a land far far away 1. You May Be Right 2. Beatles Influence 3. Code Of Silence 4. Half A Mile Away 5. It's Still Rock and Roll To Me 6. In A Sentimental Mood 7. Through The Long Night 8. You've Got Me Hummin' 9.River Of Dreams 10. Piano Man And they all lived happily ever after except for the piano man who died in a horrific boating accident in guatimala

Answer 5

Are you trying to make my head explode? Kaaaa-Boom!


(guess I am not much of a writer!)

Answer 6

you mean WRITE dont you?
Not even a challenge. I could use all 10

Answer 7

of course you can have fun(yea right)

Answer 8

Anna Amoeba had heard hints about the forbidden subject of reproduction, but, now that she was experiencing the taboo act herself, she somehow found it side-splitting.

"So THIS is what being in love is all about... Hmmmm... I like it," she said to herself, who was in the process of ripping her in two in the throes of passion of amoebic reproduction.

"You amoeba-- I mean you amoebas, now that you've done it!-- are being too noisy in your reproduction," scolded Stella Rosestem, the bush-babe in whose roots the amoeba colony nestled, and a thousand neighboring johnson grass rhizomes nodded, in a silent chorus of disapproval. "Why can't you guys just reproduce via parthenogenesis-- growing new stem but remaining attached-- like us higher forms of life?"

"I'm surrounded by numbskulls," remarked Anna Amoeba to herself, "What to do? What to do?", and the diverging pseudopod in the process of becoming a new amoeba in her own right gave her partner Annie a silent thumbs-up sign. For, although the two sides of her were splitting up now, they were still quite attached to one another, and would remain so until their final parting. Such is life!

"Kaaaa... BOOM!!" They were now split apart! The reverberation of the bifurcation echoed through the neighborhood.

"I will miss you, darling," Annie sniffed.

"I shall miss you too, my dear. We were joined as one, but there comes a time when an amoeba must part," replied the other.

And then they briefly touched pseudopods, turned separate ways and never looked back.

"I need to consult with my therapist," Annie emoted as her partner in reproduction departed. "I feel, somehow, divided within myself, self-alienated as it were."

"Just make tracks, put one pseudopod in front of the other, go with the flow and never look back," boomed Sam the Snail, resident therapist who identified so strongly with amoebas.

After all, snails, too, usually move on one foot (fortunately, not a pseudopod but a real "pod"), and travel on a track of slime. In general they, too, are regarded by people as an inferior form of life, but ask them if they care!

"I know that partutition and reproduction is traumatic to amoebas," Sam commiserated, "I have made dealing with your little amoebic traumas my life's work..."

"Work! Work! Work! Is that ALL you do?" cried Annie, so upset with the loss of half of herself that she was ready to attack anybody in sight. "You think you understand us amoebas, but you never will! Sob, sob."

"Only God can restore your soul and make you whole when your other half has split," said Preacher Paramecium. "God wants you to come to Him on your knees, not wigglin' and jigglin' 'til your parts fall off!"

"KNEES?" jeered Annie Amoeba. "I have heard of 'bee's knees', but they have not yet evolved on amoebas. Who are you to talk, anyway, preacher, I don't see you dropping to YOUR knees, those cilia surrounding you that you crawl around on don't HAVE knees on them! Where was God when my partner left, taking half of me with her? Huh?"

Wounded to the soul by her harsh remarks, the one-cellular shaman winced, but, nevertheless, he responded to her wrath with a soft answer:

"Helping or hurting, babe? Helping or hurting?" After a pause, he asked softly, "Don't you suppose your partner is hurting over the split-up too?"

Then the paramecium preacher smiled and gently touched her pseudopod with five of his cilia, as though stroking her with gentle fingers, and she somehow felt comforted.

"Let's just enjoy this moment in nature, my child. No moment is ever repeated. Don't let the pain of life obscure the beauty that continually surrounds us! Let us watch now as the crystalline life-forms around us-- invisible to human scientists who think they know everything--- reproduce."

"Crystalline life forms?" Annie Amoeba cried in wonder, though still a little disgusted at the ugly word "reproduce".

"Yes! Pearls are reproduced in oyster shells, but people are unaware, mostly, that crystalline substances are also living beings, and reproduce too. Otherwise, why do you think that the world never runs out of diamonds and rubies?"

Annie the Amoeba had no answer to that.

"Without the nasty, traumatic process of cellular mitosis?" she asked. "Without parthenogenesis, the method by which lovely rose stems are produced? Without (blush) SEX-- the final step in rose reproduction, and also something rather nasty that I once saw some dogs and some people doing in the garden where we live?"

The paramecium smiled again, as the light of the setting sun shone through a lovely amber crystal lying on the lawn.

"How is the courtship going?" asked an equally beautiful ruby-toned crystalline structure. "Wish I could attract the kind of jewel that is courting you!"

"He is the spitting image of Neil Diamond and he DOES bring me flowers!!", replied the amber crystal, and, as she lay in the lawn, she gave a radiant smile like the reflection of a setting sun.

"OMG," Annie Amoeba scowled disenchantedly, thinking how empty was the thing that all living creatures-- and now, even crystalline structures!-- call love.
"I care so little.... cha, cha, cha. Are you trying to make my head explode? If you all don't shut up right now, I'm going to split!"

"Amoeba traumas," Preacher Paramecium shook his head at Sam the snail .

"C'est la vie," said Sam with a gallic shrug, for on his mother's side was a long, noble line of escargot. Being French, they fully understood the joys and the disenchantment of love.

"Bonjour tristesse," sighed Sam, and repeated, "C'est la vie!"

And then, the sun set and darkness enveloped the world . Just as the dark shadow of lost love had enveloped poor Annie's split heart!

But she snuggled against her friends and smiled through her tears. At least she was among sympathetic company, not to mention lovely crystals!

(But how sad it is that amoebas, unlike people, must split up rather than coming together in order to reproduce!)

Answer 9

yes...can you?