Antonia Webber
Bio
Please cancel my subscription STAT!!!Please send me an email to confirm the cancellation. [email protected]
Stories (6/0)
SERENITY
March 2020, the world had forever changed due to COVID 19. We were afraid to leave our houses. Online ordering increased, especially for food delivery, from the supermarket and whichever fast-food store was open and delivering. Children were staying at home, doing virtual school. My daughter included and she had just quit her part time, weekend job at an amusement park. School hours were 10am to 4 pm Mon to Fri, week in, week out. I wanted to give my daughter something to combat the boredom and monotony, of what her life had become. She was always artistic, and I had seen it on social media, it was inexpensive and all parts were included. I answered the add, ordered the kit and waited with bated breath for it to come in the mail. I was more excited for it's arrival than my daughter. . And the day came..in a long, narrow rectangular box was my anticipation.. GLASS BEADING KIT!!! I opened it, didn't even give her the chance to have the honor. A sticky mat, with a colorful, numbered diagram and corresponding numbered bags of colorful beads. The placement tool, with accompanied tip attachments, sticky putty and a set of narrow-tipped tweezers and a tray to hold the glass gems to make bead retrieval easier. I was so excited, opened it on the table and encouraged my daughter to join in. I also had purchased an additional tool kit, so we bead-simultaneously. This should and could be an Olympic Sport.
By Antonia Webber3 years ago in Families
Oh, Don't Mind Me.......
I always stopped by the grocery store after my workout at the gym. They had the best coffee bar, even better than the leading coffee chain. As I waited in line I felt eyes watching me. Quickly turning to my right to look over my shoulder, I caught his gaze. He looked busted and embarrassed. I asked him if he needed some help, and told him to "take a picture, it lasts longer". He had the deepest, darkest brown eyes, almost like chocolate covered marbles. I'm not going to lie, they drew me him. As he slowly approached , I felt excited that he was coming over to me. Reality check...SCREECH... I looked like a sweaty pig, hair wet and sticking to my scalp from the aerobic workout. Praying that the sweat stains under my armpits weren't visible and thank God I had worn dark yoga pants, so the basement sweat didn't show through as much. He extended his hand, a strong, well manicured chocolate extremity, the end of the muscled forearm and bicep. I looked up from his hand, forearm, bicep and finally to his face, which framed his blindingly white teeth. Wow he was pretty handsome and the body was banging, what I aspired to have from all my gym workouts. He introduced himself, but I couldn't hear what he was saying because I was infatuated with the whole package. Explaining that he had seen me there a couple times before and finally had the courage to approach me, he gave me his phone number and asked if he could take me out. Faking my confidence, because I still felt like that I didn't look my best, I gave him my number and agreed to going out with him in the near future. He said he would call, about faced and walked away. The view was equally delicious going as it was coming. The Barista asked me for my order, my head still reeling from the encounter I just ordered a medium house brew.
By Antonia Webber3 years ago in Confessions
SHIT IN THE NAME OF LOVE
I was 8, maybe 9 and HE, the object of my affection, was 16 years old. Watching him glide through the neighborhood, I would sometimes inhale the air as if I could smell his cologne. It is definite that a teenage boy, caramel colored skin and dark wavy hair, wearing tight designer jeans and the latest sneakers, smelled really good like my father's aftershave. He walked with confidence, was friendly and had the whitest, straightest teeth... and I loved him. My first love was everything to me, except my age. Oh well, a girl can dream, and I did after falling asleep after a quick pillow make out session. I thought my dream was coming true, when my mother took me and my 2 sisters into the ice cream parlor and there he was, working behind the counter, ready to serve us ice cream. Captivated by his beauty, I stared visualizing neon lights surrounded him and he stared back , smiling at me with those alabaster denticles. Reality set in when I heard him bellow, in an annoyed tone, asking about WHAT kind of ice cream I wanted. I said the first thing that came to my mind, PISTACHIO MILKSHAKE. He hurriedly made it, and filled my sisters' order, my mother paid and we left the store, almost as quickly as we entered. My mother would sometimes treat us to ice cream and let us play in the park, while she went to the betting parlor.
By Antonia Webber3 years ago in Confessions
NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS
Did you know that they can spray a distance of 3.5 miles? You wonder why you smell skunk in the house, especially at night. These nocturnal creatures do some of their best work in the evening, and usually the stronger the smell , most likely they are close by. But don't forget to rule out other possibilities, like a natural gas leak. Considering it was early in the morning, and my home is electric, I didn't believe it was a gas leak. Waking up @ 6:30am to begin my day, overwhelmed by the smell of skunk. I panicked thinking that this uninvited guest had inhabited my attic. It didn't seem unlikely, as a bat had taken up residency a few months before. The offensive olfactory odor, was strongest upstairs , as I proved running downstairs, outside to the front and the back of the house, and smelled.....NOTHING!!!. I came back in the house, into the restroom to continue my morning prep routine. As I sat there thinking about HOW a skunk could get into the house, I called upon social media. Some stories indicate that skunks are not the best climbers, yet others indicate that attics and basements are ideal places for them to hide, because they provide shelter from predators. But something stuck out in my memory, that just 2 days before, while driving I noted a dead skunk on the road and the smell gave me an instant headache, as he probably sprayed right before his demise. The odor in my house DID NOT give me that same kind of headache.
By Antonia Webber3 years ago in Potent
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK OF PANDEMICS
Harlem, NY, November 9,2020. It was 3 months into her Junior year of High School and Nalani was already over it. Only 2 weeks until Thanksgiving, Lord give her the strength. She was tired of the mundane routine that her life had become. Get up at 9am, sit on the toilet, not necessarily for elimination, but as time to get in the last few minutes of sleep, before logging on to her "virtual school". 9:35am, as she awakes from her toilet slumber, "Oh man, I have to take the dog out." "C'mon Akira, let's go outside". With no time to put on a coat to face the winter morning, Nalani pulled up the hood on her sweatshirt, ran down the stairs to the front door of the brownstone, opened the door and yelled "Akira go! Hurry up." The little dog went outside, hurriedly peed and returned to the front door, as Nalani stood waiting. She opened the door, ran back up the stairs, with Akira close behind, grabbed a bottle of water and was about to go back upstairs to her "virtual classroom" AKA her bedroom, when Akira exclaimed "Awwwwrrrllll", in dog fashion, meaning she was ready for her bacon treat. Nalani retrieved a dog bacon snack, threw it to Akira and went upstairs. 9:55am, 5 minutes until showtime. Nalani logged on, turned the video off, and checked in to her first class.
By Antonia Webber3 years ago in Families
