So there I was minding my own business, sitting with my agent buddy getting ready to start our mornings work when suddenly this pigeon comes up and wants a piece of me. So I tell-em "yo pigeon, you wanna piece of me?" He just sits there like a doe eyed baby and coos at me. My agent friend and I look at each other and look back at the pigeon. So I give what the wise guys askin for, but it wasn't enough. He wanted the whole enchilada, see. Well my buddy and I weren't too keen on that, which provoked the damn thing to attack us! So to protect my buddy, I let him throw me on the ground to distract the bird. Next thing I know the vermin is in our special box. He starts pushing buttons and blowing things up with the box. He was out of control I tell ya. We hear cars exploding, women and children screaming and crying. I told my buddy there was only one thing to do...let him have me. The agent holds me up so the pigeon can see me.  The bird locks in on me and begins to come forth while still armed and dangerous, just when I thought it couldn't get worse he holds me over a flaming vehicle! Im gonna smell like burnt yeast for the next week! The bird lowers the weapons and slowly begins to come out of the box but my agent spooks him and manages to toss me right into the box and I may or may not have hit the giant red button which launched a missile of mass destruction to Moscow Russia. With me in the box my agent flies through the air trying to catch up to the missile before it leaves our atmosphere. Next thing I know I fly out of the box and gravitating to earth. All I remember after that is the landing and a big boom. Oh and the bird eating what was left of me. After that its all a blur

Dark Skies

It is amazing how quickly a sunny day can turn into something so dark and evil. Recently I watched the movie The Impossible, and it was based on the tsunami that hit Thailand. In particular it focused on one family that was vacationing at a Thailand resort, right on the beach. It was a beautiful sunny day. The father was in the pool with the twins and the mom was reading a book by a glass wall that lead to the green house. The eldest boy was off somewhere by the pool as well. All within shouting distance. Suddenly the birds fly over head and the trees begin to shake as the ground starts to rumble like thunder. The mother locates her eldest and they both yell for one another. Then the mother yells at her husband whose holding the young twins. All trying to brace one another for the giant tsunami wave that is about to crash into them with astronomical force and strength. The mother watches as her sons and husband are hit with the wave and all she can do is hug her book and crouch close to the glass wall. It hits her and you see her being tossed through the current and underneath the water she gets snagged by sticks and cut by the broken shards of glass. She cries out but only to waste her breath. Finally she surfaces with a gasp for air. The current is still taking her back to the ocean as she yells for Lucas, her eldest son. Shortly she hears Lucas cry out and they both attempt to fight the current in order to reach one another. Before they can another wave tears them apart and farther from each other.

Meet Tom. Tom is 6'5 and very athletic with soft hands. He wears glasses due to his awful nearsightedness and is always well groomed. Tom is sometimes a mouth breather and walks like a duck, but he has a very nice beard with a pretty face and thick eyebrows with multiple piercings. Tom is kind of a douche. He is self involved and can be vain. He can be annoying and anti social, but to even it out he is also a love of music and is a bit colorful when it comes to his personality. He likes games and is involved in many social networking sites. Tom does what Tom wants because that's just Tom

Tom. He doesn't like his delicate hands. Being quite tall and well built, he feels it doesn't go with the tough guy persona. Tom always keeps himself well groomed, although can sometimes be a mouth breather, which would not be all that bad but his gate mimics one of a duck, also. Tom became nearsighted very young, which required him to wear glasses. He prefers glasses over contacts. Tom can sometimes be kind of a douche. With looks that one might say are very chiseled, maybe like Channing Tatum, he thinks he can get by with more, just because his beard seems full with thick eyebrows that have been carefully checked for stray hairs it doesnt mean that he was sent  been sent from the heavens for all women. Toms choice of self expression forms through getting tattoos and peircings.

I will never do that again

There was a time when I did almost anything someone asked of me. Even if it meant putting my well being aside for that person. I would do things I wasn't comfortable with or things that made me feel bad about myself and made me feel worthless, but I was so desperate for a friend that I was afraid if I denied these people what they wanted that I would be alone. I will never do that again. I will never put myself second. I will never allow someone to bully me and push me around to make themselves feel better. I will never allow someone to make me feel worthless or bad about myself ever again.

There was a girl whose hair was as long as she was tall. It shone like the sun and was as golden as the earrings that brushed her cheek as she so glided across the floor.

He just kept crying and screaming and I couldn't understand why! I tried to please him with his favorite toy but he just threw it at my head. I tried to feed him his favorite snack but he tossed it on the floor. All while still screaming and crying. "What do you want!" I shouted. He just kept going! I didn't know what to do. So I grabbed his shoulders and shook him...until he stopped. I realized that he suddenly went limp in my arms. I had fed off his emotions so much that was all it took for him to stop breathing.

I stomped all throughout the house, hoping I would catch my moms attention. When that didn't work I started slamming doors and throwing stuff. Finally she got up and yelled at me and asked what my problem was. I told her that it wasn't fair that I was grounded and couldn't go to abbeys party. To which she replied "life isnt fair!" I just looked at her a grunted in frustration and stormed off to my room. I heard her yell "if you slam that door one more time, Im going to give you a lot worse than just a grounding!" Reluctantly I closed the door and threw myself on my bed and began to shout into my pillows until I had lost my voice from screaming.

Ranch Potatoes

The story of my Ranch Potatoes goes like this. I can remember my mom making them anytime I was sick because I wasn't a soup kid, so she made me ranch potatoes instead. They weren't home made, they were box potatoes but I think that's what made it different. I can remember the smell of the butter boiling in the salt water and how weird the flakes looked once mixed with the butter salt water. Kind of like snow. And like magic the flakes slowly start to become mashed potatoes. It isn't until after my mom has the right texture of the potatoes, does she add the hidden valley ranch. Its usually an estimated guess of how much we use. The whole process takes about five ten minutes but its meaningful. It may sound silly for a bowl of ranch potatoes to have so much meaning and worth but they do. It meant she cared enough to make a snack for me. It was filled with love and kindness. Now that I am older, I am the one who makes Ranch Potatoes for my mom when she is sick or ill. I recently had the experience of taking care of her after she had her deviated septum surgery. She had to sleep sitting up for a week and couldn't bend or do much of any kind of activity. She also had a bland diet due to the medication making her sick. So I made her ranch potatoes a lot.
It was hard to remember how she would make them for me but I hoped for the best. The first try came out a little soupy rather than fluffy mash. I dumped it and started over. This time I read the box for guidelines.
I had to boil some water with salt and butter. Once that had all blended together I added the amount of flakes needed for two servings and stirred. If it was too soupy I just added more flakes. Finally I had gotten them how I wanted and was able to add the final touch, the ranch dressing. It felt like our potatoes had come full circle. She made them for me and now I make them for her. These days she tells me that I make them better than her. Although she also feels that way about my eggs

Some place I would rather be

 The farm. Its where I feel the most peace





The Farm. My grandparents own a farm out in Gainsville Mo. Its about two and a half hours away. When you turn left onto their driveway, your not actually in their drive way yet. Your at the top of the hill that leads to their drivway. Its a dirt road with gravel that you can hear crack underneath your tires. As you slowly make your way down you see a meadow on your right. once you reach the bottom of the hill, you cross the slab where the creek runs over. The creek is wonderful. Not very deep but good for fishing. Once you cross the slab, you can see their gravel drive way and their cars and the house. Out past the yard is a metal barn and past that is a field where my grandpa use to train kids in motorcross. Its pretty wide open with the woods surrounding the outside of it like a fence. There are a few trails that are near the house and one that I go on is behind the house. Its a step uphill walk surrounded by pine trees and oaks and acorn trees. Once you reach the top of the hill you can see the other hill that leads to the drive way. If you keep walking the trail, you start to smell something like cleaning stuff. It doesnt last long but it catches your attention.

Usually I dont listen to my ipod because the sound of nature does more for me than my music can. It is the sound of the wind blowing, the gravel crunching under my shoes, the leaves and sticks falling off trees. The sound of woodland creatures running through the forrest

I pass a lot of trees and thickets when I get off the trail to reach the falls. I end up getting scratched by thorns and branches. I have to hold onto trees and rocks so I can hoist myself down ravine sides

I smell the heat from the sun. The pine trees. I can smell clean fresh air! I can smell the water from the near by creek. Sometimes I smell food if the wind catches just right.

I taste my sweat. It gets pretty toasty in the woods on a hot day. I taste how dry my mouth is from running and not having any water. 


Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a girl searching for adventure.
One day she found herself sitting in the house with nothing to do. She decided to go outside and explore the land. Unbeknownst to her of what she would end up finding.
She found a trail behind her house an followed it. It was a very steep hill and she grew tired quickly. Though despite her weary legs she kept hiking. When she finally reached the top she sat down in the grass. The girl suddenly could smell what seemed to be cleaning products, though there were non to be found. So she got back up and continued her way on the trail. She thought she heard movement so she stopped to examine her surroundings. Where she is it

Description

I see, vibrant colorful lizards. Green with black and orange diamonds on its back. Another has neon blue and yellow. While another is neon blue green yellow and black. They are sitting on a poncho looking thing circled around a blue and white feather.  The cloth is a bit ruffled and is red with colorful stripes. One lizard almost looks like an inflatable that you would take to the beach or to a pool. Another lizard looks kind of elastic, like maybe you could stretch it out. The final lizard looks like a glass figure. Almost looks like they are dancing around the feather. Like some sacred ritual