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Friday, October 11, 2013

Secret Subject Swap- October!

It's October, people. We've already had snow. I'm just not ready! The good news?  It's time for the SSS!

If you're a regular reader, you know that the Secret Subject Swap is a collaboration between various bloggers. We receive secret topics from a blogger in an e-mail and put our own spin on the subjects. The 12 blogs participating this time are listed at the end of this post. Go have a look and leave a comment. It will make my our day! :)

Your “Secret Subject” is: 
Grab a globe and an imaginary arrow. Stick it in at the place you were born – now describe the life you would have if you grew up on the other side of your world.
It was submitted by:   

I was born many decades ago, on an island in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Some call it the NinetyEast Ridge. I call it "The middle of nowhere, Earth." For those of you thrill-seekers, the coordinates are 3 Degrees South, 90 degrees E. Go ahead, knock yourself out and visit.

I can't complain about the island. It was very beautiful and I really had everything I needed. Food was plentiful, a well of purified water was created, the weather was usually calm, and I was surrounded by those that I had come to love.

One day, a group of teenagers and I decided to try and find where we might live on the other side of the world. We did this by using a volleyball that had washed ashore a few years before. It didn't take long for my grandmother to wash the sharpie-marker face off of the ball. (who draws faces on a ball?) A gentle man who lived down the path from us drew out what he believed to be the world on the rubber sphere.

We measured and showed the man the area that was opposite of us. It was an odd piece of land, surrounded mostly by water, in the shape of a mitten.

"Ah, yes" nodded the man. "This is Michigan. I've heard other men speak of it. Did you know that all of the water surrounding the land is fresh water?"

The name sounded familiar. After speaking with my grandmother about it, I remembered that I had family there. Can you imagine? Halfway across the world? I wanted to go. I wanted to meet these people as soon as possible.

How would I get there? I thought I might have it figured out.
First of all, I'd have to cut things off with my current boyfriend, Richard. It really wasn't all that serious anyway. In the back of my mind, I had this weird inkling he was seeing another girl. Her name was Emmaline. I don't care. They look like they could be relatives! Ack. They could sneak off to the lagoon as often as they liked.

Next, I'd have to start flirting with the older guys. I figured ONE of them could help me off the island. Jack was tall and smart; he just couldn't stay focused on one thing at a time. Sawyer was beautiful, but I think that's all he had to offer. There was a much older guy, named John Locke, but all he had on his mind was revenge. Getting to know him might be useful at another time, but this was not it. No. I had only one choice. I can't remember his first name, but I called him "The Professor". Man, this guy knows his stuff. Building radios out of coconuts, inventing anti viruses. He's a chemist, an architect, a botanist...he has it all. Plus, May-December relationships are all the rage on the island...

It worked! A few quotes from Edison and some silly questions regarding the periodic table..Poof! He was mine. In a few days, I had him wrapped around my smallest phalange.
The professor made a few calls from his "apple" (Yes, a phone made from an apple.) and I was on my way. Transportation would be coming for me the next day.

After my heartfelt goodbyes to my community, I kissed my grandma and promised I would one day return. I hugged the professor and whispered softly in his ear, "Photosynthesis". For a moment, I didn't think he'd let me go...

Soon, a visible para scope rose from the water and a ton of people jumped out of a tiny yellow submarine. They were answering the call from the professor and said that one more person would be just fine. I later came to find that they ALL lived in the yellow submarine. They sang it over and over; not unlike the 99 bottles of beer on the wall tune. Still, a cute man held my hand as I boarded the vessel and asked me my name.
"Michele" I answered.
"Welcome aboard, Michele. Hmm. Michelle, my belle... Sounds catchy." I liked that.

I watched the islanders wave goodbye as we slowly descended into the deep. Through a porthole, I could see that annoying Ariel trying to catch the attention of the crew. She was always doing that. She was already a princess of the sea. Who would want more than that? Well, Ariel, that's who. She was always talking about walking and running and staying all day in the sun..Blah blah blah. Sorry girl. This ship has sailed...

It was about a week later when we finally reached the east coast of North America. I was almost there. The group hugged me, stuffed some money in my pocket and descended back into the sea. Packed up with a small map and backpack, I was on my own.

I learned a few lessons on my way to Michigan. Not everyone is helpful. There are places to eat food that is pre-made. I asked a mother if another building I was standing in was "heaven." She said no, but it was close.It was called "Target." Oh, and there is a major difference between an Amtrak train and a "love train". Wow.

There weren't any streets paved with gold. After a few trains, a plane and a Magic school bus, I was in the land of Lions, Tigers and Red Wings. I was "home".

I'm not sure if I tripped on the steps of my relative's home or if I just collapsed of exhaustion. But when I woke up, I found myself in what seemed to be a familiar place. I recognized the petal pink walls. I remembered the heavy quilt that covered my shivering body. Then I saw her. It was my grandmother! She came to feel my forehead and described the awful fever she'd been trying to get me to break for days.

I was confused. I told her about the trains and the submarine, about my friends on the island and that she was there.. She hushed me and shook her head. It was all a dream. Halfway around the world is where I already was. It's where I had always been.
"I don't understand. It was all so real..."

Grandma smiled. "You just get some rest, now." She turned toward my nightstand and moved my DVDs of LOST and turned off the iPod that was softly playing the Beatles.
Still foggy, I watched as grandma also picked up a bottle of Nyquil. And a bottle of Dayquil...and some Sudafed, Advil, Alka Seltzer...and Triaminic.

Holy Hannah. No wonder I was dazed and confused. My beautiful grandma was trying to break my fever... like a drug lord. I love that lady.

Hail Michigan!

If you are interested in joining us for the next Subject Swap, you can visit its creator, the wonderful Karen @ Baking in a Tornado. She just celebrated ONE YEAR of the SECRET SUBJECT SWAP! You can also read all about the swaps by clicking on the SSS icon on the side of my blog.

Don't forget to check out this month's talented participants!
Baking in a Tornado                            
The Sadder but Wiser Girl                                   
Evil Joy Speaks                       
100lb Countdown                      
Follow Me Home                    
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy                           
Menopausal Mother                              
Stacy Sews And Schools            
Discovering Me               
It's Yummilicious                                      
Dates to Diapers                                  
Confessions of a Part-Time Working Mom                       

Happy Beautiful Friday, friends.


  1. Is this heaven? No it's Target! HA HA! I how I love you Shellybean! This was awesome! We both told some pretty epic stories today, eh?

    1. Ahaha! Target IS a bit like heaven, right? I can't wait to read your story. I was up til 3 writing mine. Nothing like procrastination :)

  2. You didn't need a drug induced stupor to tell you Target is heaven, or heaven is Target... :) And, while beautiful, Sawyer also loved to read... I think he had hidden depths. He would've moved heaven and earth to get you off that island once you had him wrapped around your little finger. But, good thing you didn't, because he's mine... :) Glad you grew up in Michigan, and not on the other side of the world... my heart would have missed you!

    1. Aw, Sawyer and those glasses...dear me. He was too beautiful for words. Truth be told, I would have chosen Locke. He was my favorite :) I'm glad it was Michigan, too. My heart still aches for parts of home. Love you, girl.

  3. Great post, Shellybean! You made it seem so real! Loved the Beatle reference, love target, love you!

    1. Thanks, A. I think we should listen to the Beatles on our way to Target. What do you say? Love you more- Mamacello

  4. HILARIOUS!!! Loved every second of it!!!!!!

  5. Every single time I read you I get so upset. You are the most imaginative storyteller I know, the most talented writer I know, and you only come out of hiding twice a month.

    Every time I think of quitting blogging (like right now) my son says "forget everyone else, do it for you." I'm saying the opposite to you, Michele, if you can't do it for yourself, do it for us. We need to laugh through your posts and smile in amazement of what we've just read when we're done.

    I look at the "search" button at the top of your blog and I'm always tempted to type in "you" as what I'm searching for.

    1. Karen, you made me bawl my eyes out. Thank you so much for your continuous support. If it weren't for you, my blog would have been finished months ago. I miss it and what I used to be when I wrote it. Sadly, I've been struggling to find the identity of either of us.
      I loved writing this story (at 3 am) Procrastination. Yep, I still roll like that.
      I miss gabbing with you so much. I hope you had a happy birthday yesterday. You deserve all the circus peanuts in the world (that I haven't finished). Love you, my friend.

    2. I can't speak to what you're going through personally as I only have hints. And I can't say that you don't have a ton on your plate, especially now that you've added homeschooling.

      I CAN say this though. In terms of your blog you do not need to struggle to find it's identity. It takes on a life of it's own each and every time you write. I'm hoping you'll reconsider putting it to its slow and painful (for those who love to read you) very premature death. You are a master storyteller. Once a week is only 2 more posts a month than you're currently doing. I'll give you prompts if you want.


    3. You are too sweet. Guess what? I will be writing next week! It's the fly on the wall! Woo Hoo!

  6. Oh, I LOVE how your imagination works! So many hilarious references here. And the way you tied it all together in the end---perfect.The comment about Target and your grandmother--brilliant. I've missed you, girlie! XO

    1. Thanks, Marcia. I've missed you too. Your story made me cry, it was so beautiful. My grandmother, the druggie and a heavenly shopping center. This was a joy to write. Thank you for your <3.

  7. Wow! I love how you let your imagination run wild :-) Wilson was your neighbor on the island, huh!
    Thank you for that fun story - hope you are recovering really well from your drug feast.

    1. Thanks, Tamara. Thanks also for the prompt. I couldn't believe there wasn't any land on the other side of the earth! Haha. I always seem to be recovering from some "drug-feast". BTW, Wilson kept us company on a few lonely nights.... :)

  8. Very entertaining story! Great job connecting so many different references. I'm sure I missed a few in there. Keep up the good work. Can't wait to read your FOTW post next week.


    1. Yeah, Thanks man. You are a little young for some of the references. Hahah! Love, your cougar.

  9. Great job!! I have been sick all week with a fever and only wish my dreams were this good. Love you!

    1. I hope you're feeling better. Have you heard the saying, "I'm sick of being sick"? I get it. Seriously. If you're self-medicating, only choose one of grandma's meds. Hahaa Love you too

  10. This was a great story - you are sooo talented!!! I'm thankful I get to read your amazing writing! And I can totally relate to dreaming crazy dreams while sick and being brought through by a loving, yet amazing adept drug providing loved one!

    1. What a lovely comment! Thanks for reading that very long story! I love the dreams I can actually remember; I'm always thinking they mean something. It's much easier to do without the Nyquil :)

  11. Double M... Just too freakin' cool!!! Absolutely LOVE this 'story.' You just have a "way."

    I read Karen's comment(s) above: DITTO!!!

    It's Sunday... Have a great day, Slu

    1. Slu, sorry I didn't write sooner. Michigan gave away a football game after four overtimes!! The Lions won, but the Tigers gave up Game two of the ALC. ohhhh! I wasted a whole Sunday, man!
      THank you for your compliments. I love to write the stories. They've kept my brain moving! Haha
      Tomorrows a Monday. Let's hope it's a fantastic week, (smiling)

  12. HOLY MOLY WOMAN...what a great story...I got so lost in your words...WOW...and the ending...OMG...

    Target is pretty heaven-like...LOL

    1. Target is as close to heaven as I need while I'm alive! Thanks for sticking with the story. I'm so glad you enjoyed it...oh, and you did a great job with my prompt!

  13. Perfect way to start my morning - with a smile.

    1. Have I told you lately that I love you? I do!! Thanks for sticking with me, my friend.


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