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01 January 2008 @ 07:31 pm
Seven Fabrications Meme  
I got tagged by Christina.

I think I'll take Elayne's idea about how to do this and mix in the lies with the truth to make this a little easier. There will be seven lies scattered through the following, can you guess what they are?

Back in the '50s my uncle was in a horrible accident that put him in the hospital for months. My mother went to Mobile and got a job as a waitress and roomed with a friend in order to be close enough to visit almost every day. One day when they were coming back to their apartment she spotted a cute guy getting out of a car next door and after asking who he was informed her friend that she was going to marry him. Less than two months later she did. Even though her mother, who had moved to Florida, couldn't make it to the wedding she always appreciated that her brother got out in time to give her away.

A couple of years later my father got sick and it was eventually figured out that something in the polluted air of Mobile was the cause. He was told that if he stayed he might die so they moved to Florida where my grandmother and one of my aunts already lived. After trying various things they started a restaurant that was a huge success until an unexplained fire burned it down. My mother got a job as a waitress somewhere else and my father went to work at a mobile home manufacturer where he apprenticed as an electrician.

My father eventually became a master electrician even though in his early days he had a tendency to do things like wire light switches in upside down so you had to flip them down to come on and up to go off. He followed a friend of his who had been hired to run another plant and got a job doing warranty repair work. He would fill up a U-Haul size truck with everything he would need and set out for up to three weeks at a time making a circuit through the South East. He once worked on the large expensive mobile home Sam Walton, of Wal-mart fame, had set up at his hunting camp.

After his first heart attack he was given an office job and worked as the quality control manager for several years. Since he was the only person in management who spoke Spanish he was also given a chance to travel to South America several times to work on a deal in which his company provided several hundred mobile homes to an oil company to set up worker's housing at a couple of their oil fields. He was sent to a big caribbean sales conference in Trinidad where he lost all the money the company had given him for expenses in the casino.

My mother had gone back to school and gotten her degree in education. She spent a year as a substitute teacher before getting a full time position. It was really weird when she taught my sixth grade class one day. Later on when she was hired at Fort White school she had one of my cousins for a whole year.

My Aunt Peany had been killed by lightning when she went out after a storm to pick some peas and Mama was very superstitious about it. During a thunderstorm she wouldn't permit me to play the piano or hold a cat since she thought either could attract the lighting. She had other odd beliefs. She thought that chihuahuas could somehow help someone with asthma get better. She also believed that a bird in the house meant death.

I've seen weirder things. I was once present at a pagan conducted exorcism thanks to a girl who believed she was in contact with the Arch Angel Gabriel despite having given up Catholicism for Wicca.  She cut off contact with me when I refused to be initiated into her coven. I met her because she was dating an old boyfriend of mine. He moved out of town when they broke up and ended up becoming a catholic priest.

Tagging...um...Damn you Christina you already took the likely suspects...How about



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ranuelranuel on January 2nd, 2008 10:46 am (UTC)
Four out of seven.
Too Many Voices In My Head...: Puffalterfano on January 2nd, 2008 12:43 pm (UTC)
gah! that looks so... time consuming. how about this:

in the time of wisp and whimsy there lived a little bobble who was terrible afraid of dragons. the mistress tried to assure him that they were naught but fancy and flame and that only the most wicked bobble need worry. but our little bobble would hear none of reassurances and set out to escape to a place no dragon could find. the little bobble climbed and scaled down mountains, forded rivers and sailed lakes, ran until his runners were weary and finally came to a peaceful meadow, full of flowers. collapsed, the bobble slept and when he awoke a dragon of greatness sat beside him. "how did you find me?" the bobble sputtered, scrambling backwards on all fours until he bopped himself on the dragon scale tail wrapped around behind him. "i never left," the dragon laughed, great billows of smoky cloud and ash tumbling from his jaws. "'twas you who came to me." "but how?" the bobble shook and shivered. "why, on your own two legs, of course!" the dragon laughed again, leaning close so that his iron-clad nose could sniff the bobbling bobble. "but i tried to get away from you! running through the fields, thinking of you and how far behind me you were. how can you be here?" the dragon erupted in laughing flame, luckily now aimed at the sky as it stood and spread it's wings, lifted its tail high and stomped a foot until the sky and the earth shook together with its elation. "don't you see?" it looked down at the bobble, glee in its eye. "i didn't even exist until you spent so much time thinking on me. and so you brought you with me and gave me wing and tooth," it shone a toothy grin which made the bobble shake even harder. and then the dragon did something the bobble had not expected. folding his wings and dropping his tail gently upon the grass, he bowed down low to the little bobble, closing his eyes as if in reverence. "thank you."

best i can do on no coffee. and so much easier than trying to make it sound real.

ranuelranuel on January 3rd, 2008 01:53 am (UTC)
You didn't have to do it right away silly. I thought it over for a couple of days. It's a very fun little story. Thank you for playing!
Too Many Voices In My Head...: Magic_Realityalterfano on January 3rd, 2008 02:06 am (UTC)
Heh. In my world these days what doesn't get done right away... pretty much doesn't get done. It was fun.