Make your bed
empty the dishwasher
and mow the lawn
for five dollars a week
enough for a movie
at the dollar theater
with a candy bar
and a bottle of coke–
two movies
if you know
how to sneak around.
The smell drifted into her nostrils and she scrunched her face as if a skunk had entered the room. Her eyes watered as she leaned over to wring out the excess water from the mop.
“Damn!” boomed a voice from behind. “Think you have enough pine-sol there, sis?” her brother teased.
I don’t know the meaning of the word ‘chores’. What I know is the same sounding word ‘cores’ which is being generated by a program. Cores will be generated with memory dump.
You read what you want to read. I have to do a lot of reading for my classes, which looks like a chore right now. But bless my Freudian slip and my current obsession with singing- I read “chores” as “chorus”!
In the morning, we stood over a golden river, hundreds and hundreds of faithful. After our sunrise chores around the camp, we were ready for crossing, not knowing what this first day of the mission on the other side would bring.
they keep me accountable. they help maintain my surrounds. my world depends on me to accomplish these so that things stay healthy. if i don’t do it, who will. maintain awesomeness. chores.
sweeping, scrubbing, mowing. we manicure the overgrowths of history so that we might have space to relax and feel clean and proper. but, secretly, we yearn for the accumulated dirt, and from the socks tossed aside and leftover milk, we imagine the castles we could construct.
“Hurry up! Hurry up!!!” Our guests will be here soon! If you don’t finish your chores, I’m not sure how tonight will go. Its imperative that we make this house as welcoming as possible. you know how ghosts can be when they arrive and there’s no cobwebs.”
stop making your life a series of chores. it’s hard to stop, chores drive the mundane. we’re all pretty boring. it’s hard not to be boring, excitement takes effort. pour your effort out of your desk job and into an adventure.
Ohara now faced one of the more interesting chores of his job: Guessing. He put himself in the position of the person he was looking for, and tried to decide what he would do if he were that person. It took a lot of logical thinking, which was always a challenge, and a lot more illogical thinking, which was always frustrating.
The five brothers split the chores between them but somehow Scott ended up doing the most and Alan the least. Just because he was the youngest he somehow weaselled out of domestic responsibilities.
Jeden Tag aufstehen, jeden Tag waschen, jeden Tag anziehen, jeden Tag essen, jeden Tag aufs Klo, mehrfach, jeden Tag aufräumen, weil man jeden Tag etwas be-nutzt, jeden Tag müde werden, jeden Tag zu spät schlafen gehen, jeden Tag wieder den Wecker erst mal weiterstellen … Von vorn.
i’m doing my chores while my little stupid brother doesn’t have to do anything at all. He just sists at his computer playing games. This is so unfair, that i
this is a chore. i’m trying this new cross-over activity where i cry while i do the chores. it’s wonderful. i get to purge in the majors ways possible as my plates become grease-free. i wonder if tears have cleaning agents in them.
I had no idea how long it would take, but I knew I had to get this done. It wouldn’t do to have people stumbling over a fresh dead body and me the only one who had been in the tent last night. People would suspect I had something to do with it. That’s why I have to put it somewhere that no one will find it; not because I’m guilty of anything, but because people will think I am.
Once her chores were done, Melody set out to shower and get ready. Passing the mirror in her bedroom, her eye caught the picture of Chad in the lower corner and her heart began to pound. Just a few hours until their first date. She smiled and waved to his picture as she skipped into the attached bathroom and undressed. She stepped into the shower and reached for the shampoo.
I hate chores. Washing dishes is tedious and disgusting; sweeping is tedious and disgusting; laundry was the only thing that wasn’t really disgusting, but with the broken machine we had, it was extra-tedious.
The chores she had to do were starting to pile up. But the bed had her firmly in its grasp and it wouldn’t let her go. A storm was brewing outside and all she wanted to do was hug her pillows the whole day. She deserved it after the busy week at work that she’d had.
She hurried around the house, gathering up wayward plates and bowls to put them in the dishwasher, running the vacuum cleaner over the living room carpet, sweeping a duster over the woodwork. Her mother-in-law would be there any minute, and she wanted to make sure that she finished all of her last minute chores first.
Und wenn sie da stehen und singen, dann kriege ich dieses unangenehme Gefühl im Bauch. Weil es mich daran erinnert, wie wir jeden Sonntag zur Kirche gingen, und wie ich es jeden Sonntag doch nicht schaffte, zufriedenstellend still zu sitzen. Und meine Mutter hasste es, wenn eines ihrer Kinder nicht still sitzen konnte.
I was sweeping my floor while listening to the new shins album when I heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door there was a tall half naked man standing in front of me holding a package.
“This has got to be the start of some sort of porno” I mumbled under my breath.
The man handed me the package and asked me to sign for it. I asked him what the contents were and he simply shook his head and nudged it towards me. I signed for it, brought it inside and opened the box. On top of all of the styrofoam popcorn was a letter. It read,
I am simply a messenger. The men who have sent this box have been watching you and want you to participate in a little experiment.
With her chores finally done, Tanya stretched her arms over her head as she tossed around thoughts of what to do with the rest of her day. Squinting up at the blazing noonday sun with a smirk already teasing the corners of her mouth, it didn’t take long for her to settle on the idea of a nice, long ride on her favorite boy.
Fifteen minutes later found her and her blue gelding Styx racing across the southern fields.
What I had to do as a kid. Not many but doing the evening dinner dishes was the worst. Never did get the sink quite clean enough. Chores something you grow out of.
I did the dishes.
I cleaned the grime.
Never did I life my life
like it was my time.
I fly out the window,
sky sail to the clouds.
Leaving behind the chains
and dark shrouds.
I love washing dishes. It’s the one household chore that I enjoy. Something about it is oddly therapeutic. Maybe because it involves running water. Water is sacred, spiritual… that is something else I don’t quite understand yet know for sure is true.
One of your chores for the day is to sweep the floor, she says. Well I don’t want to sweep the floor. I don’t want to do anything. I want to live my summer in solitude and laziness and emerge from the house when I see that winter has arrived so I can go outside with my shiny white complexion with big sweaters and jeans.
I don’t really like chores. They take time away from doing anything fun. Sometimes they do take my mind off of things, though. I think it’s good for children to do them from time to time.
There were many things the kids could be doing while they were stuck inside with all the rain on the outside. chores for one thing. I could come up with a myriad of tadsks to perform if they didn’t start leaving me alone to my reading.
I mopped up the spilt milk, silently bemoaning the fact that I had to do chores. Not just the ones I was assigned – I had to do /every/ chore. I was living alone, and I was being an adult, and it was not as much fun as I’d thought it would be.
Kids never want to do chores so I told me kids there are five reasons why you do chores and when you figure out what they are you no longer have to do chores. I thought this would keep them busy for a while as they worked to clean the house, I cooked dinner. While my son was switching the laundry from the washer into the dry he thought of a few ideas as to why. I make him do chores. First idea he said was to teach him to be responsible. Great I answered one down. Next day he went to school and asked his friends and came home with another idea. This time he said to teach us to complete something, because I was always yelling at them that after they vacuumed they would not put the vacuum away or wrap the cord correctly for the next user. I said very good that counts as number two only if you you do your chores 100% for one week. He then polled his teachers for any ideas they had and he came back to me with to teach us how to follow instruction. Very good I said three down. He then went to his grandparents and tried to get and idea or two from them. My father just chuckled as he read his paper, because he remembered me telling about the game and what the five reasons were. He gave my son a hint telling him to teach you how to be clean and care for your things when you grow up and get out on your own. Of course my son raced home to tell me that one. I said great now you have 4. When you figure out 5 let me know. A year or two later asked my son to go to the grocery store and pick up some stuff for me. He was 17 at the time he said Mom I figured it out what the last reason is. I said so lets hear it. He smiled at me and said because when you part of a family you have to help out. You and dad go to work and pay the bills so we have a roof and a car and everything we need. So you count on us to help at the house, so that everything runs smooth and you are not to tired. I smiled and said yes that it was number 5 and that he did not have to do chores anymore and he smiled at me and said. No I will always be part of the family, so I will always have to do chores. Then he was out the door heading to the grocery store. I smiled I knew my son had grown into a very good and wise man
The thought of doing something, whatever it may be, is pure anguish. To be honest, trying to do anything at all, anything that really needs to be done, is nothing short of pulling teeth.
Oh my gosh there is actually a word I can write about today and that word is “chores”. I don’t get on to one word often but recently when I have, there has been the same word over and over. I’m glad to see that things are working again and I can try to do my chore and write for at least one minute everyday. Do you think I’ll get to 5?
every morning she would wake me with a lame song…wake up wake up you sleepy head get up get up get out of bed. Cheery? I think not. It was a launch into the days chores–and more often than not, church. Oh church, the bane of my teenage existence.
Did you do your chores? Did you clean your room? Did you pick your way out of suburban gloom? Did you cut your hair? Did you shave your beard? Did you wait until the coast was clear? Did you cry today? Did you sleep all right? Did you become nocturnal and embrace the night? Was it true that you lost? Did she really let go? Are you afraid that you’re going to die alone?
Aigis found chores to be very silly. She did not enjoy folding her bedsheets or Ryoji’s, nor did she like washing the dishes and clothing. However, when her boyfriends looked at her like she was the One True Lord, she sometimes felt like it was all worth it.
Make your bed
empty the dishwasher
and mow the lawn
for five dollars a week
enough for a movie
at the dollar theater
with a candy bar
and a bottle of coke–
two movies
if you know
how to sneak around.
The smell drifted into her nostrils and she scrunched her face as if a skunk had entered the room. Her eyes watered as she leaned over to wring out the excess water from the mop.
“Damn!” boomed a voice from behind. “Think you have enough pine-sol there, sis?” her brother teased.
I don’t know the meaning of the word ‘chores’. What I know is the same sounding word ‘cores’ which is being generated by a program. Cores will be generated with memory dump.
the little things
that all add up
the odds and ends
the daily tasks
the ordinaries
the endless lists
you’re just the same
but i’d never call you a chore
You read what you want to read. I have to do a lot of reading for my classes, which looks like a chore right now. But bless my Freudian slip and my current obsession with singing- I read “chores” as “chorus”!
In the morning, we stood over a golden river, hundreds and hundreds of faithful. After our sunrise chores around the camp, we were ready for crossing, not knowing what this first day of the mission on the other side would bring.
they keep me accountable. they help maintain my surrounds. my world depends on me to accomplish these so that things stay healthy. if i don’t do it, who will. maintain awesomeness. chores.
sweeping, scrubbing, mowing. we manicure the overgrowths of history so that we might have space to relax and feel clean and proper. but, secretly, we yearn for the accumulated dirt, and from the socks tossed aside and leftover milk, we imagine the castles we could construct.
“Hurry up! Hurry up!!!” Our guests will be here soon! If you don’t finish your chores, I’m not sure how tonight will go. Its imperative that we make this house as welcoming as possible. you know how ghosts can be when they arrive and there’s no cobwebs.”
stop making your life a series of chores. it’s hard to stop, chores drive the mundane. we’re all pretty boring. it’s hard not to be boring, excitement takes effort. pour your effort out of your desk job and into an adventure.
Ohara now faced one of the more interesting chores of his job: Guessing. He put himself in the position of the person he was looking for, and tried to decide what he would do if he were that person. It took a lot of logical thinking, which was always a challenge, and a lot more illogical thinking, which was always frustrating.
The five brothers split the chores between them but somehow Scott ended up doing the most and Alan the least. Just because he was the youngest he somehow weaselled out of domestic responsibilities.
Jeden Tag aufstehen, jeden Tag waschen, jeden Tag anziehen, jeden Tag essen, jeden Tag aufs Klo, mehrfach, jeden Tag aufräumen, weil man jeden Tag etwas be-nutzt, jeden Tag müde werden, jeden Tag zu spät schlafen gehen, jeden Tag wieder den Wecker erst mal weiterstellen … Von vorn.
i’m doing my chores while my little stupid brother doesn’t have to do anything at all. He just sists at his computer playing games. This is so unfair, that i
I dont know the meanings of Chores… Need to improve vocabulary… :)
this is a chore. i’m trying this new cross-over activity where i cry while i do the chores. it’s wonderful. i get to purge in the majors ways possible as my plates become grease-free. i wonder if tears have cleaning agents in them.
I had no idea how long it would take, but I knew I had to get this done. It wouldn’t do to have people stumbling over a fresh dead body and me the only one who had been in the tent last night. People would suspect I had something to do with it. That’s why I have to put it somewhere that no one will find it; not because I’m guilty of anything, but because people will think I am.
Once her chores were done, Melody set out to shower and get ready. Passing the mirror in her bedroom, her eye caught the picture of Chad in the lower corner and her heart began to pound. Just a few hours until their first date. She smiled and waved to his picture as she skipped into the attached bathroom and undressed. She stepped into the shower and reached for the shampoo.
I hate chores. Washing dishes is tedious and disgusting; sweeping is tedious and disgusting; laundry was the only thing that wasn’t really disgusting, but with the broken machine we had, it was extra-tedious.
The chores she had to do were starting to pile up. But the bed had her firmly in its grasp and it wouldn’t let her go. A storm was brewing outside and all she wanted to do was hug her pillows the whole day. She deserved it after the busy week at work that she’d had.
“Let the chores pile up. I got my Sunday anyway.”
And she drifted off to sleep again.
She hurried around the house, gathering up wayward plates and bowls to put them in the dishwasher, running the vacuum cleaner over the living room carpet, sweeping a duster over the woodwork. Her mother-in-law would be there any minute, and she wanted to make sure that she finished all of her last minute chores first.
Und wenn sie da stehen und singen, dann kriege ich dieses unangenehme Gefühl im Bauch. Weil es mich daran erinnert, wie wir jeden Sonntag zur Kirche gingen, und wie ich es jeden Sonntag doch nicht schaffte, zufriedenstellend still zu sitzen. Und meine Mutter hasste es, wenn eines ihrer Kinder nicht still sitzen konnte.
I was sweeping my floor while listening to the new shins album when I heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door there was a tall half naked man standing in front of me holding a package.
“This has got to be the start of some sort of porno” I mumbled under my breath.
The man handed me the package and asked me to sign for it. I asked him what the contents were and he simply shook his head and nudged it towards me. I signed for it, brought it inside and opened the box. On top of all of the styrofoam popcorn was a letter. It read,
I am simply a messenger. The men who have sent this box have been watching you and want you to participate in a little experiment.
With her chores finally done, Tanya stretched her arms over her head as she tossed around thoughts of what to do with the rest of her day. Squinting up at the blazing noonday sun with a smirk already teasing the corners of her mouth, it didn’t take long for her to settle on the idea of a nice, long ride on her favorite boy.
Fifteen minutes later found her and her blue gelding Styx racing across the southern fields.
What I had to do as a kid. Not many but doing the evening dinner dishes was the worst. Never did get the sink quite clean enough. Chores something you grow out of.
I did the dishes.
I cleaned the grime.
Never did I life my life
like it was my time.
I fly out the window,
sky sail to the clouds.
Leaving behind the chains
and dark shrouds.
I love washing dishes. It’s the one household chore that I enjoy. Something about it is oddly therapeutic. Maybe because it involves running water. Water is sacred, spiritual… that is something else I don’t quite understand yet know for sure is true.
One of your chores for the day is to sweep the floor, she says. Well I don’t want to sweep the floor. I don’t want to do anything. I want to live my summer in solitude and laziness and emerge from the house when I see that winter has arrived so I can go outside with my shiny white complexion with big sweaters and jeans.
I don’t really like chores. They take time away from doing anything fun. Sometimes they do take my mind off of things, though. I think it’s good for children to do them from time to time.
There were many things the kids could be doing while they were stuck inside with all the rain on the outside. chores for one thing. I could come up with a myriad of tadsks to perform if they didn’t start leaving me alone to my reading.
I mopped up the spilt milk, silently bemoaning the fact that I had to do chores. Not just the ones I was assigned – I had to do /every/ chore. I was living alone, and I was being an adult, and it was not as much fun as I’d thought it would be.
Kids never want to do chores so I told me kids there are five reasons why you do chores and when you figure out what they are you no longer have to do chores. I thought this would keep them busy for a while as they worked to clean the house, I cooked dinner. While my son was switching the laundry from the washer into the dry he thought of a few ideas as to why. I make him do chores. First idea he said was to teach him to be responsible. Great I answered one down. Next day he went to school and asked his friends and came home with another idea. This time he said to teach us to complete something, because I was always yelling at them that after they vacuumed they would not put the vacuum away or wrap the cord correctly for the next user. I said very good that counts as number two only if you you do your chores 100% for one week. He then polled his teachers for any ideas they had and he came back to me with to teach us how to follow instruction. Very good I said three down. He then went to his grandparents and tried to get and idea or two from them. My father just chuckled as he read his paper, because he remembered me telling about the game and what the five reasons were. He gave my son a hint telling him to teach you how to be clean and care for your things when you grow up and get out on your own. Of course my son raced home to tell me that one. I said great now you have 4. When you figure out 5 let me know. A year or two later asked my son to go to the grocery store and pick up some stuff for me. He was 17 at the time he said Mom I figured it out what the last reason is. I said so lets hear it. He smiled at me and said because when you part of a family you have to help out. You and dad go to work and pay the bills so we have a roof and a car and everything we need. So you count on us to help at the house, so that everything runs smooth and you are not to tired. I smiled and said yes that it was number 5 and that he did not have to do chores anymore and he smiled at me and said. No I will always be part of the family, so I will always have to do chores. Then he was out the door heading to the grocery store. I smiled I knew my son had grown into a very good and wise man
day in. day out. to work. to toil. sweat. blood.
to be allowed to work. an allowance of sorts.
to chore a living out of this heap.
I among these pristine artifacts, these sophisticated animals.
The thought of doing something, whatever it may be, is pure anguish. To be honest, trying to do anything at all, anything that really needs to be done, is nothing short of pulling teeth.
Ugh
Oh my gosh there is actually a word I can write about today and that word is “chores”. I don’t get on to one word often but recently when I have, there has been the same word over and over. I’m glad to see that things are working again and I can try to do my chore and write for at least one minute everyday. Do you think I’ll get to 5?
every morning she would wake me with a lame song…wake up wake up you sleepy head get up get up get out of bed. Cheery? I think not. It was a launch into the days chores–and more often than not, church. Oh church, the bane of my teenage existence.
Did you do your chores? Did you clean your room? Did you pick your way out of suburban gloom? Did you cut your hair? Did you shave your beard? Did you wait until the coast was clear? Did you cry today? Did you sleep all right? Did you become nocturnal and embrace the night? Was it true that you lost? Did she really let go? Are you afraid that you’re going to die alone?
Aigis found chores to be very silly. She did not enjoy folding her bedsheets or Ryoji’s, nor did she like washing the dishes and clothing. However, when her boyfriends looked at her like she was the One True Lord, she sometimes felt like it was all worth it.
A waterfall of mud rained out of the mop, her delicate child’s fingers slowly turned brown with the soot she tried to wash away.