My super hero power is... bird control! No, no, j/k...

Here I am, once again. It seems as though I have been blogging more and more lately... Not that this is a bad thing, but I have noticed that most of our towels are dirty, so maybe it's not exactly an awesome thing either? In any case, there's plenty of time for me to get everything done in one day. If God expected us to need more than 24 hours, He would have given us more than 24 hours. Then again, when Mary got to heaven after raising however many children including Jesus, God probably got an earful of just how many hours she actually needed, but by then it was too late. People were too used to the 24 hour thing for Him to change it.

Sorry, I was waxing philosophical for a moment there.

As I was saying, I'm blogging again, but I am blogging for a very good reason. I am going to tell you my super power. Now, do keep in mind that said super power would not be this if I were living happily back in the Sonoran desert where I belong, with all of my friends and family within reasonable driving distance. Oh, and yes, before I forget and go on and on, this Writers' Workshop was found, as usual, on Blessed Quiver, who is today the Blog of the Day for SITS. By the way, I JUST joined SITS, pretty awesome, definitely exciting, totally avoiding laundry...
Michelle at Blessed Quiver got her prompts from Mama Kat at Mama's Losin' It.

1) If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
2) Moxie is defined as the ability to face difficulty with spirit and courage; bold energy. Describe a time when you showed moxie.
3) Write a poem about a loved one who has shown you moxie. What have you learned from them?
4) If you were a super hero, what would your super power be and why?
5) A superhero can save you from what ails you....what is your request?


I chose two. Yes, I know... only ONE, Helen, but I needed to do two. First of all, I will tell you my super power. It is *drum roll* Instant Teleportation!!

With this amazing, wonderful, awesome, stupendous, fabulous, exotic, and slightly creepy super power, I would be able to go where I wanted, when I wanted, for the price I wanted (read: FREE) and of course, by holding someone's hand, they could come with me. This would mean that we could have said YES on the invitation I got from Mypunchbowl.com this morning for Ducky's second birthday, instead of no, which I cried over. we could have been in the room looking at our baking nephew's little boy parts instead of hearing it over the phone. We could be in Sedona for Thanksgiving and back home in time for Andrew to go to PT the next morning, in Tucson for Christmas and New Years', in Tucson for the birth of Masen Gabriel Adami (found out this morning, middle name is Gabriel) in Chandler for Amy's wedding, in San Manuel for whatever else we could think of to celebrate...

Not to mention, Greece, Egypt, Germany, Alaska... everywhere we want to go and can't afford, all we would need was hotel and food money. We could even take the bird, I'd just have to hold the cage!

Instant teleportation to anywhere I could think of... as long as we didn't get caught by Custom's officials in other countries. That could be bad.
"How'd you get here?"
O.o "We teleported."
"ARREST THEM! THEY LIE!!!"
Yeah. Bad.

And the second prompt I chose goes to someone that is not only my best friend, she is my sister in law. Not only is she my sister in law, but she is also, in every way but blood, my sister. Megan has inspired me, angered me, annoyed me, loved me, helped me, and drunk coffee with me for 7 years this August. I wrote this poem about her in 11th grade, when we sat side by side in Mrs. Hawk's Honors English class. Bear with me... I just realized that it kinda sucks.

"Megan"

Small as a hummingbird
Strong as a tornado
Stubborn like a mule
A living journal of my life
On whom I can weep, lean, depend
My confidante, my sister
My very best friend