Baby Owls Presents The Twistings of Time...
How does your life resemble a soap opera? Are you married to someone who you thought was dead for twenty years and then you accidentally met up with them on the romantic streets of Venice? Do you have an identical twin stashed away in a locked attic in your house? Does dramatic music play whenever you walk across a room. Let us know how your reality imitates fiction. Remember this site is written by you! This is a sizzle question and will remain on the board until interest dies out. Please click here. I will choose approximately 10-20 per week to post.
Chief Mommy Owl - Well...
I have to admit that I don't even own a television. However, I have watched soap operas in my life and I would have to say that I am the plain vanilla constant presence that appears on every show. You know how some shows have a "boutique owner" or an "innkeeper" who is always there but never seems to mix in with the tawdry affairs of the town. Well, I am embarrassed to admit that's me. There probably aren't too many people who have lives that are so uneventful as mine. I have to say though, I like it that way.
Romance in the Sky- Annabelle S, Oklahoma
I hope that no one from my work recognizes this or I will probably get fired. I'm a flight attendant and on my job I see all sorts of people both attractive and unattractive and 99.99% of the time I perform my job with the utmost of professionalism. That was until one international flight which had the most gorgeous man on it you have ever seen. I think he came off of the front of one of those romance novels. I spent the entire time over the Atlantic flirting with him shamelessly, but he didn't seem to notice. So we were getting ready to stop for an overnight layover and I got desperate and during drink service I spilled a drink on him on purpose! I made a big deal out of helping him clean up and came back to check on him several times. Just before the flight landed I got bold and asked him if I could buy him a drink on layover to make it up to him. To my suprise he said yes! We then spent a romantic dinner together in a beautiful foreign locale. Just as dinner was ending and I thought we were headed for romance he opened his wallet to pay. I saw a picture of a lovely woman with two kids. When I questioned him as to who they were he sheepishly admitted to being married.
Check your oil Madam - Terri N, Rhode Island
In my small town, everyone goes ga ga for the guy who works at one of the local car repair shops. Let's just say that this is one town where all of the women (and some of the men) are very faithful about getting their oil changed every three thousand miles. When I was younger I used to rack my brain to try and figure out how to get him to ask me out. So one night I had a good friend take a picture of me sitting in a very lowcut black dress, wearing too much makeup, holding a martini glass (I know cheesy.) When I got the picture back, I wrote a note about how I would really like to spend an evening getting to know the mechanic. When I took the car in for service I put the picture and note in an envelope in the glove box and told the mechanic that I wanted him to check out a rattle inside. When I picked up the car the next day, the mechanic walked up to me with a very sincere face and thanked me for the picture and the note and said that he was very touched. Just when I thought he was going to ask me out, he broke out laughing instead. Over his shoulder, I could see that my picture had been tacked to the bulletin board and all of the other mechanics starting whistling and clapping. It's five years later, I am happily married to someone other than the mechanic and my picture is still hanging up at that service station.
Skated into his heart- Lola H., New Jersey
I met my husband when I was working at a local skating rink. I was sort of a referee who made sure that the skating was safe and orderly and my husband used to skate frequently for exercise. For several nights I tried to skate near him so that he would notice me. One night I was over zealous and accidentally knocked right in to him. He lost his balance and fell down and broke his ankle! I felt terrible and called him up the next day and asked if I could bring him some food. To my delight he said yes that he didn't have a thing in the house to eat. I took him some bread, a vegetable soup and stayed and we chatted and ate. Two days later I called him again and offered to bring food. The whole time he was layed up I delivered food to his house. When he was back on his feet again, I didn't call him because I didn't want him to think I was a stalker. One night he showed up at the rink and skated out to me and handed me a pink carnation and asked if I would have dinner with him. I said yes and six months later we got married. We still never skate together.
Harper Valley Rivalry- Janet G., West Virginia
I am very active in our son's elementary school PTA. I put in ten times the amount of work as anyone else and deserve to be the President. Well, the last four years I have been beat out of the Presidency by this horrible back stabbing you know what. Let's just call her Cindy, because that's her name. She never helps out at all with any of the activities including student field day and the bake sale. She leaves all of that sort of thing to work horses like me. All she ever does is make a big show out of chairing the meetings and kissing up to the principal. The only reason that she is reelected every year is because she is wealthy and right around election time her husband makes this big donation which is always presented on the stage at the big meeting when we cast our ballots. This year I decided that I was going to be President no matter what. So, I made up a rumor that Cindy had said something nasty about one of the other PTA Moms and quietly leaked it to a few women who I knew would spread the rumor every where. I didn't feel to bad about it because Cindy is always bad mouthing other people. The happy ending is that I won this year's election by a landslide. When I told my husband about it he said I was the Erica Kane of the PTA.
Editor's Note: Yikes