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This fictional story was written for the Trifecta Week 106 where it is stipulated that my response must be between 33 and 333 words.  • I must use the 3rd definition of the given word in my post.  • The word itself needs to be included in my response.  • I may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated.  • Only one entry per writer.  •  Trifecta is open to everyone, so feel free to join in and link up!  This week's challenge word is:

 tush

1. a long pointed tooth; especially : a horse's canine

2. an interjection used to express disdain or reproach

3. buttocks (slang)

     The atmosphere in the nightclub was electric, the strobe lights keeping time with the rock and roll band performing on stage to a near capacity crowd.  Balloons and streamers cascaded from every nook and cranny.  There wasn’t a soul in the whole establishment that wasn’t celebrating tonight…the last night of the year.

       “I simply love this song!  We must dance!” she proclaimed to her best friend as she downed another shot of tequila before heading back to the dance floor with her 2014 tiara slightly askew.  She rushed to a crowded spot directly in front of the stage and shook her tush with reckless abandon to the beat along with everyone else, punching her fist in the air as she danced.  She let out a scream of approval.  The band answered her gyrations with a driving killer beat and sizzling guitar licks.  Caught up in the euphoria of the night, the whole night club seemed to vibrate with expectancy and exhilaration.

       As midnight loomed, the excitement escalated.  A minute till midnight, the band ceased playing.  She joined the rest of the crowd chanting the countdown to the New Year as they watched the ball drop in Times Square on the clubs giant plasma television mounted behind the band.  Hundreds of balloons dropped, confetti flew, and a New Year was born full of hope, promise, and shouts of Happy New Year by every reveler.

Science Fair

     This year both of my kids participated in science fair.  Both kids worked really hard on their projects and both did extremely well.  While my daughter’s participation was mandatory with the results becoming a major part of her science grade, my son’s participation was voluntary.  He wanted to do it as soon as he heard about it.  I am very proud of both of them for their hard work and their accomplishment.  My twelve year old daughter scored 96 out of 100 on her project, a solid A and to everyone’s surprise my son did so well he earned the right to take his project on to the district science fair.
 

     Last night we celebrated at Pizza Hut with a delicious supreme pizza and mouth watering to die for cheesy bread sticks.  I know, not exactly on my diet sheet but  it was a special occasion after all!  A few slices of heaven covered with cheese isn’t going to kill me as long as I don’t do it everyday.   Screw it, I was out to enjoy myself.  We came home in high spirits and my daughter taught me how to do the pony dance.  It was seriously too much fun!  I laughed so hard I almost peed in my pants!!  It was a great night, and now we can look forward to cheering on my son at the district science fair.  Instead of having the science fair behind us, in February we’ll be doing it all again when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.

Celebrating the Win

       How do you celebrate a win?  It can’t be much different than the way I celebrate.  There is a lot of screaming, jumping around, a few high fives, and maybe the occasional butt bounce.  During all this commotion I have to clap my hands.  That is a given.  To say I go completely ape $hit if my team wins is an understatement.  If you are going to go to the game or watch it, you might as well make the most of the experience.


      

        When I was a senior in high school I attended all the sporting events.  I was a professional spectator.  That particular year my high school football team played one of our major rivals at their football field.  I had been panting after the quarterback of the football team since the previous year when I had got an eye full of him in those tight a$$ pants they used to make the boys basketball team wear.  Those were the days!!  These days the powers that be do not want anyone drooling over any of the junk in their trunks so not only did they make the regulation basketball trunks baggy as hell, they also now hang clear to their knees.  It is a tragedy.  Everything is left entirely to the imagination.  It was one of those pathetic crushes from afar that in hindsight you simply look back on and wonder “what the hell did I see in THAT guy?”  Anyway, I am off track!  Because of my infatuation, you can bet I had myself at that game jumping up and down and cheering with the rest of the student body.

        When the clock ticked down and our team won, I celebrated and took advantage of the opportunity given me.  I jumped the fence, took the field, and body slammed that hot quarterback to the ground.  It was a moment that will live forever in my memory.  When else would it be acceptable to jump his bones and get away with it?  Our team had won!!  Everyone jumped the field, so I took the opportunity by the balls and literally jumped the guy’s bones.  It was a stellar night.  He was so pleased about winning, he hugged me back and life went on for me.  I was floating about on cloud nine much as Charlie Brown floated after kissing the little red haired girl.

         I have found in my experience, there is no better way to celebrate a win.  I have found no high five, a$$ grabbing, screaming like a banshee celebration before or since quite has ever compared to rolling around in the mud with that quarterback on that particular long ago night.  It was a moment that rocked.   I have never done it since, but it is the extreme of celebration that few people experience.  I am happy to say I have went to the extreme, and yes, all these years later; I admit I enjoyed it until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife. 

Celebrations

     I have been the wife of an over the road truck driver most of my married life. I can honestly say even all these years later, his homecomings are still a time of celebration and jubilation. You would think we would be used to his absences by now. In a sense we are. I know it is his job. The kids accept the fact that Daddy is on the road so the bills can get paid. We all accept that he absolutely loves what he does or he would do something else. Unfortunately his job requires being gone most of the time. You can’t make money staying at home. Even though his absence is a fact of life, I still miss him. I miss having him around. The kids miss their Daddy.

     So when that shiny semi truck finally backs into the driveway we are overcome with our jubilation. The kids and I rush out onto the lawn in eager anticipation to watch him turn down our road. We jump up and down and wave. As soon as that truck is parked, the door is flung open and we are there to greet him with hugs and kisses.

     Even the dogs celebrate to the point I have to hook them up outside or put them in the garage so my husband can even get into the house. As soon as the garage door is opened it is like igniting an explosion of dogs. They rush in barking and jumping. Their tails practically wag off, and they jump on my husband licking him. I make sure a tall glass of iced tea is always waiting. As soon as my husband has taken up his place in the recliner, all three dogs struggle to find a place on his lap. They simply can not contain themselves!! The kids’ take turns showing Daddy all the school work they have done while he was away and catching him up on what was built with LEGOS or what pictures were colored in their color books. It is almost as if we rush to tell him and show him everything he has missed in the first half hour for fear if we don’t he will vanish again.

     Usually he is only gone 2-3 weeks and then we are granted a reprieve and he comes home. The last time I saw the whites of his blue eyes was after Thanksgiving. I won’t see him again until when he comes home for Christmas. By then my little family will have more to celebrate than Christmas. By then, we will be primed for a full blown celebration because my husband will finally be home!! The time will speed by, and before we know it he will be gone again. Until then though, we will celebrate. We will enjoy his presence, and we will count our blessings! Blessings always seem more abundant when he is safely at home. I am so thankful that his company ensures that all drivers go home for Christmas!! That is all I have to say until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.