I was four years old at the time. Blissfully ignorant of my surroundings, and was torn out of my normal life when my mom and dad were gone one morning, replaced by my aunt Laura and Uncle Jeff. I was confused when they told me that Mom was having a baby, and they were here to babysit us. Yes, there had been talk of a baby, and mysterious packages arriving with toys and baby things that I couldn't play with.
I quickly forgot my confusion when I realized that my cousins had also come to play with us. We spent the morning together, pretending, playing in the woods and sliding down the basement stairs. Sometime after braekfast and before lunch, Uncle Jeff inturrupted our play to announce that my mom had had the baby, and we were going to go visit her now.
After getting buckled into my carseat, I chattered to my cousin, Bethany, about my baby brother or sister. I think my uncle Jeff had told me which it was, biut I had been either to excited or didn't listen. I remember walking in the sunshine of the parking lot, and saying that I hoped I had a little sister. I had an older brother, and I was jealous of Bethany, who had an older sister instead.
"No, you have a little brother, I know"
'Bethany, you don't know anything, I have a little sister!" I was, and still am, very stubborn. We argued all the way inside, while we stood in the elevator, and as we trooped down the hall of the maturnity ward. I walked in and saw my beautiful mother, who was clutching a small blanket bundle. I got right to the point.
"Mom, do I have a sister?"
"No, honey, this is your brother, Drew Steven," I heard Bethany crowing that she had been right, but all I saw was the baby. My little brother. All wants for a sister faded away, and all I wanted was to stay with this baby forever. After some congratulations and having Drew passed around, Uncle Jeff proposed that he should take us kids to Burger King to celebrate. I protested, saying that I would stay and 'help'. My mom told me that she and Drew would be fine and that I should go and eat.
I left with my cousins, and looked back one last time at my little brother, Drew.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Laughter on the Breeze
A string of laughter, what is a string of laughter? Is it an actual string? Maybe it is a line of people laughing, or maybe just one person, who laughs on forever. People can laugh strong enough to compare them to a rope, so do some only laugh hard enough to compare to a string? In my opinion, a string of laughter is from the wind. Carrying along on the breeze, it settles cozily in a mother’s ears as her children play.
Wind always pulls things along, carrying dust, leaves, snow, and other odds and ends of our lives. It brings in the storm, and tows away the fog. It pulls the bird along for an easy flight and fills the boats sails. It brings us the sounds from far away, and alerts us to danger. But it also takes our dreams away, demolishes buildings, and deceives us with the cross-breeze. Dreams float away on the rope of the wind, and new ones take their place. It spreads the flames in a fire, and then turns them back on themselves.
Wind has many sides, many personalities. It can be angry in the tornado, sad when creaking the old barn's joints. Its gentleness is shown in the slight breeze on a summer day, and its joy in the blustery one. You know it’s annoyed when it stirs up a small dust devil. It congratulates you in the clapping of the trees branches, and wails with you in the rain. Wind is a friend, and an enemy for the people who have suffered its wrath.
My favorite gift of the wind is from my senses. Smells carried in from a wildflower field, or maybe after a rain, a strain of music from a concert, a cooling touch on your neck in heat, and the water in your mouth from the kitchens tantalizing aromas. Sights are affected by the wind. You don’t see the wind itself, but you know where it is and where it’s been. The willows branches whipping, writhing in the power in the wind, swirling leaves, making tornadoes, and the waves crashing on the turf.
How can the wind have so much effect without us seeing? How can it be so good, yet so evil? Wind has more power than we give it credit. It plays such a big part in our lives, and we take it for granted. There are so many thoughts the word wind brings us, and to think it all started with a string of laughter.
Wind always pulls things along, carrying dust, leaves, snow, and other odds and ends of our lives. It brings in the storm, and tows away the fog. It pulls the bird along for an easy flight and fills the boats sails. It brings us the sounds from far away, and alerts us to danger. But it also takes our dreams away, demolishes buildings, and deceives us with the cross-breeze. Dreams float away on the rope of the wind, and new ones take their place. It spreads the flames in a fire, and then turns them back on themselves.
Wind has many sides, many personalities. It can be angry in the tornado, sad when creaking the old barn's joints. Its gentleness is shown in the slight breeze on a summer day, and its joy in the blustery one. You know it’s annoyed when it stirs up a small dust devil. It congratulates you in the clapping of the trees branches, and wails with you in the rain. Wind is a friend, and an enemy for the people who have suffered its wrath.
My favorite gift of the wind is from my senses. Smells carried in from a wildflower field, or maybe after a rain, a strain of music from a concert, a cooling touch on your neck in heat, and the water in your mouth from the kitchens tantalizing aromas. Sights are affected by the wind. You don’t see the wind itself, but you know where it is and where it’s been. The willows branches whipping, writhing in the power in the wind, swirling leaves, making tornadoes, and the waves crashing on the turf.
How can the wind have so much effect without us seeing? How can it be so good, yet so evil? Wind has more power than we give it credit. It plays such a big part in our lives, and we take it for granted. There are so many thoughts the word wind brings us, and to think it all started with a string of laughter.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
DOH!
Ever had the urge to crush something? Really stretch it and squeeze it? Or maybe you would like to show off your artistic abilities, mold and build something, or maybe you’re an animal person, and you really want a pet of your very own, well boy are you in luck!
Play-Doh, the thing of wonder, the multi-tasker, the Doh that can do anything, for anyone over 2 years! Busy mom that thinks TV rots kid’s brains and doesn’t have enough money for a babysitter? Play-Doh will keep your kids occupied for hours. Work stressing you out? Play-Doh will help you relieve your anxiety by letting you squeeze out your tense brain and muscles, and it’s cheaper than the chiropractor. If you need a companion, just use the Play-Doh to make yourself the perfect friend or pet, and if you have a fight, you can just crush them and no one gets hurt.
Maybe you’re an artist that just can’t make up your mind. Like when you make a piece of art, but don’t like it, and want to start over. With any ordinary paint and paper, you can’t just erase your works, but with Play-Doh, just press it back together, and start again! Play-Doh comes in many different shapes and sizes, and all the colors of the rainbow, and more! Play-Doh dries out if you keep it out too long, so always make sure to put it away when you’re finished. One amazing fact about Play-Doh is that if you love your work that you made, just stick it in the oven, and keep it forever.
So remember, whatever your needs, wants, or desires, come to Play-Doh, the Doh that can do anything. (Fun to play with, not to eat!)
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Sacrifices Come First.
The door slammed behind him, and warmth returned to the room once more. Was it because the cold winter was shut out? Or because Allen had left her presence? Rose sighed, it had been a good relationship, but it was time to end it. Allen had never understood the prospect of Rose having alone time. He didn't grasp that her world didn't revolve around him. She had other responsibilities, she was the queen of the land now that her father had passed on. Rose wouldn't be surprised if she never got married, for the land was in turmoil, a great war was raging between their allies, the Yidions and the enemy Moorland people. Since they were allies, they were expected to help them fight,and many men were being lost.
She was thinking of ending the friendship between the two kingdoms, but her good friend Grace was a princess in Yide, and she didn't know if she could stay sane without their leisurely rides and picnics. But for your kingdom, he father had often said, you needed to make sacrifices. Rose turned and started penning her end of the alliance to the kingdom of Yide. She would not allow one more man from her people die for a war between other kingdoms. For a fight that wasn't theirs. Rose would have to end her friendship with Grace, as she had ended her relationship with Allen.
How many more sacrifices would have to be made be fore the end of her reign?
She was thinking of ending the friendship between the two kingdoms, but her good friend Grace was a princess in Yide, and she didn't know if she could stay sane without their leisurely rides and picnics. But for your kingdom, he father had often said, you needed to make sacrifices. Rose turned and started penning her end of the alliance to the kingdom of Yide. She would not allow one more man from her people die for a war between other kingdoms. For a fight that wasn't theirs. Rose would have to end her friendship with Grace, as she had ended her relationship with Allen.
How many more sacrifices would have to be made be fore the end of her reign?
Learning.....and where.
I'm going to start by saying that each person has a left brain and a right brain. Your left brain is your academic learning, and your right brain is your common sense, and artistic skills. Some of us are more right brained than left, and vice versa. I think that left brained learning occurs in school, and right brained learning, the common sense, occurs in life. Both are important, but the question here is, which form of learning is more important?
Let's start with left brain learning, the academic form. Some examples are reading and writing. Those are the only reason I think we need to got to school. It is almost impossible to survive in the world if you cannot read and write. Another important learning tool is Math. Numbers are used world wide, and if you can't add or subtract, than you can't balance finances. This will lead to real trouble in your life. The other subjects, like Science, Social Studies, Drama, French, we don't really need.
Now on to right brained learning, the common sense, and the artistic point of view. I think this is the more important form. If you know every language in the world, but you can't cook, you will have to use TV dinners, and that is not healthy. If you know all of the bodies functions, but youcannot tie your shoes, than you will be behind the rest the rest of the world.
My grandfather was kicked out of school because he was 'too dumb to learn'. That is bologne! My grandpa is that smartest person I know. He built a bridge acro a creeek for truck and trailers without going to school for it. He fixes tons of cars and tractors, and he is a fabulous cook. My grandpa is one of the smartest people I know, and he was kicked out of school for not being left-brained.
So, being right brained is important, but its definately not everything. If I had a choice of being right-brained or left-brained, I would choose to be right-brained. Full of Artstic talent and Common Sense.
Let's start with left brain learning, the academic form. Some examples are reading and writing. Those are the only reason I think we need to got to school. It is almost impossible to survive in the world if you cannot read and write. Another important learning tool is Math. Numbers are used world wide, and if you can't add or subtract, than you can't balance finances. This will lead to real trouble in your life. The other subjects, like Science, Social Studies, Drama, French, we don't really need.
Now on to right brained learning, the common sense, and the artistic point of view. I think this is the more important form. If you know every language in the world, but you can't cook, you will have to use TV dinners, and that is not healthy. If you know all of the bodies functions, but youcannot tie your shoes, than you will be behind the rest the rest of the world.
My grandfather was kicked out of school because he was 'too dumb to learn'. That is bologne! My grandpa is that smartest person I know. He built a bridge acro a creeek for truck and trailers without going to school for it. He fixes tons of cars and tractors, and he is a fabulous cook. My grandpa is one of the smartest people I know, and he was kicked out of school for not being left-brained.
So, being right brained is important, but its definately not everything. If I had a choice of being right-brained or left-brained, I would choose to be right-brained. Full of Artstic talent and Common Sense.
Typo for Better
Wouldn't it be awesome if the people writing the laws and regulations of driving made a typo? Many of us think so, though we don't all agree on what the typo should be. And so, the age old (In more ways than one) question remains. Should driving age be at 14, 16, or 18? I think we should keep it at sixteen, and here's why.
First of all, I KNOW that driving age shouldn't be at age 14. Who needs to drive at that age anyway? There is not many places that a 14-year -old wants to go to. If they do, however, tend to have a lot of activities, they can get a ride with parents, siblings, friends, the bus, or just simply walk or bike. Exercise is always a good thing. Also, 14-year-olds aren't old enough to get jobs, so they don't have anywhere that they have to be except school, and that has a school bus. They aren't mature enough to care about the rules on the road that keep people safe, and that will endanger them and other people.
On the other hand, I don't have as much of a conviction that the driving age should be at age 18. There are the same amount of pros and cons. On the good side, 18-year-olds are mature enough to handle themselves on the road, but they also might of waited so long to have this privilege that they go drunk and crazy with freedom. They also have many instances where they can use a car to get places, like a job or dates, but that happens before age eighteen. They're jobs will also help pay for bills, but again, teens usually get jobs before they're eighteen. I think waiting to be eighteen is just too long to wait.
Therefore, since 14 and 18 are out of the question, I think the appropriate driving age should be 16. This is when teens start high school and have more clubs, sports, and extra-curricular activities to attend. Also, this is when teens usually buckle down and get a job, and paying more of they're own fees in the famiy. However, I don't like the rules in BC where you first get an 'L', an 'N', and finally a full fledged lisence. By then you are nineteen, even older than eighteen and even more drunk with freedom. Teenagers are so daunted by th three years of magnets that they doon't start until they are forced to learn or ride the bus the rest of thier life.
So, my final opinon is that we should stick with the age of sixteen, but not have an 'L' or an 'N'. Keep the age, or the numbers, not the letters. They only give adults more time to adjust to the fact that thier children are driving. Driving should start at sixteen, and be a full fledged lisence.
First of all, I KNOW that driving age shouldn't be at age 14. Who needs to drive at that age anyway? There is not many places that a 14-year -old wants to go to. If they do, however, tend to have a lot of activities, they can get a ride with parents, siblings, friends, the bus, or just simply walk or bike. Exercise is always a good thing. Also, 14-year-olds aren't old enough to get jobs, so they don't have anywhere that they have to be except school, and that has a school bus. They aren't mature enough to care about the rules on the road that keep people safe, and that will endanger them and other people.
On the other hand, I don't have as much of a conviction that the driving age should be at age 18. There are the same amount of pros and cons. On the good side, 18-year-olds are mature enough to handle themselves on the road, but they also might of waited so long to have this privilege that they go drunk and crazy with freedom. They also have many instances where they can use a car to get places, like a job or dates, but that happens before age eighteen. They're jobs will also help pay for bills, but again, teens usually get jobs before they're eighteen. I think waiting to be eighteen is just too long to wait.
Therefore, since 14 and 18 are out of the question, I think the appropriate driving age should be 16. This is when teens start high school and have more clubs, sports, and extra-curricular activities to attend. Also, this is when teens usually buckle down and get a job, and paying more of they're own fees in the famiy. However, I don't like the rules in BC where you first get an 'L', an 'N', and finally a full fledged lisence. By then you are nineteen, even older than eighteen and even more drunk with freedom. Teenagers are so daunted by th three years of magnets that they doon't start until they are forced to learn or ride the bus the rest of thier life.
So, my final opinon is that we should stick with the age of sixteen, but not have an 'L' or an 'N'. Keep the age, or the numbers, not the letters. They only give adults more time to adjust to the fact that thier children are driving. Driving should start at sixteen, and be a full fledged lisence.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Story Ending
... LOUDER! The sound kept heightnening, kept growing, gaining speed and velocity. The officers still feinged ignorance. Suddenly I thought I MUST be mad, for how else could simpletons, such as these men before me, keep their act up for so long. They weren't like me, weren't nearly as cunning, couldn't possibly be as paitent. THey could not of heard the sound it was impossible.
They didn't know, though they soon would. They would here and know everything. The sound was now past the barrier of my ears, it was in my mind, in my soul. I would die from it I was sure, it would slowly kill me.
My heart matched it pound for pound, beat for beat, stroke for stroke. And then, it slowed. The sound slowed and my heart slowed. Slower, slower, softer, softer...until it stopped.
They didn't know, though they soon would. They would here and know everything. The sound was now past the barrier of my ears, it was in my mind, in my soul. I would die from it I was sure, it would slowly kill me.
My heart matched it pound for pound, beat for beat, stroke for stroke. And then, it slowed. The sound slowed and my heart slowed. Slower, slower, softer, softer...until it stopped.
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