The Earth moved and nothing will be the same

It all happened almost over night.  The Earth is moving at a rate which is so endless.  This makes a person ponder how time can go by so quick but be so endless.  It weird to think with the Earth spinning around at a thousand miles per hour what if it slowed down or sped up, would time be changed then or would we just have longer seasons?  I am not an astronomer but I do know that it happened over night.  The fact that I went from a boy to a man.  Nothing will be the same again.  As I stand out in the yard on the gravely surface I look around the Earths crust for something to do.  My mind has been altered.  Had I been abducted and they made it so I have no imagination or drive anymore?  I knew it!  That’s what happen, I was abducted by aliens and they took all my child hood energy and my imagination.  I am looking for any excuse to be a kid again.  Instead of diving into the sand box and working on a all out, sand box size construction project I begin to pick up a rake.  I begin to drag the rake around the back lawn gathering a small pile of leaves.  I break a quick sweat as I tackle the yard size task of making the lawn look good for who? Me or my neighbors?  You almost fall into a routine and do things to just do them not because you want to but you have to with no reason for it.  Phew, the last section of yard is down.  It all ends with a glorious pillow like pile of leaves.  It is so inviting.   Nothing may ever be the same again since I woke up that unfaithful day but wooooohoooo!  I ran at full bore knowing tomorrow I may be sore and dove into the pile.  POOF!  Leaves flew up around me.  A cloud of leaves flew into the air creating a big sky of color above.  Being an adult doesn’t mean I still cannot have fun, it just means I might be sore the next day and that night I might have to soak a body part or two.

You've lost it where is it

             The year was nineteen eighty five which was a period in my life that I try to choose to block out.  It was a ordinary day in our little tin can we called our home.  We lived in a trailer, of course, in Brewer on the Day road.  It was a great place to live during this time.  There was so many other children in the park and we were all the same age to boot.  It was a ugly day out and it was about to get uglier.  Me and my two brothers were having another day of indoor play.  It was raining and the metal roof was singing away as the rain pelted it.   I still don’t know if it was us running around playing or if it was the wind gently shaking the trailer.  My middle brother was only a year older then me so it was fun because we shared the same interest.  The game we were playing was hide and seek.  I know, you are thinking how many places can you hide in a trailer? Well, that’s where you had to get creative and I did.  I found a cool place under my parents dresser.  I had to really wiggle my way in there though knocking some things around.  I was eventually found. It was but a little later on my father came home.  I don’t know how it all came about but my mother was missing her wedding ring.  The ring was on the dresser I just happen to hide under.  So I got blamed for losing it.  My father was so mad and yelled for me to come to the back bedroom.  I hesitantly ran back there knowing no good was going to come of this. “You’ve lost it! Where is it?” my Dad sternly spoke.  I told him I didn’t touch it or see it but it did not matter it was my fault.  I turned to walk back up the hallway and I felt a stern hand grab my arm from behind.  It doesn’t take a genius to know what came next.   Yeah, the other hand right across my ass.  Not once or twice but three times a charm. I got away and ran up the hall to my bedroom crying.  I had a good hiding spot to hide from him and it was in between the two beds pushed together.  I finally came out when my mom came in the room, “Michael?  I’m sorry are you alright?” I came out and told her once again I didn’t lose the ring and she replied saying she knew. I guess while I was hiding they were looking for the ring.  They found the ring that had some how got lost inside the jewelry box.  The ring slipped down in behind the shelf of a drawer on the jewelry box.  So what was a great day turned out to be a day I have never forgotten.  Not only did my dad not believe me but he blistered my ass and for what….. Nothing.

Writing for me is......

Writing is a way for some people to express themselves.  For me, I don’t quite think it is to express myself even though sometimes I get a slight kick out of what I write.  I think its more because I have to appease the college.  I do feel that your class is actually really cool.  I love to write about the different aspects as apposed to reading something and breaking it down to describe what some 1400’s poem theme.  That to me isn’t writing.  Anyway to me writing is more like doing dishes.  I hate to do them but in the end I’m like, “Nice, I have a clean fork and plate to eat with.”  Or I’m like, “Nice I really hated to do this writing but in the end I feel like I accomplished something and got the clutter out of my head.” I think writing for me is not necessarily like doing the dishes but its kind of the relief feeling I get.  The dishes is a good explanation though because we all hate them and most  people, being honest, hate to write.  I kind of make a game of the dishes just like when I write too.  The more fun or more open you are to doing them the easier it is and the quicker it goes by.  There is no sense to complain about the task at hand because it doesn’t get you anywhere.  All the does get you is doing it with anger. Imagine being angry washing dishes?  I think I would have no dishes left.  My cupboard would be empty of all my fine china and would be littered with solo cups and chinet paper plate.  At least the silver ware would hold up.  A angry writing to me would look like a mess.  It would be a gloomy work with no enlightenment.  Who would want to read something that they couldn’t enjoy.  The better job you do on the dishes is much better then a sloppy half washed/written job.  You have company over (you have someone reading your writing) and they find food on their plate and fork, (the story sucks) would they want to eat at your house? (would they want to read your story?)  NO.  This all describes my writing because there is some days that I just don’t want to write or do dishes.  Of course they are going to come out crappy.  Thank god for me and everyone I have a dish washer and don’t have to do dishes.  To bad for me there isn’t a dish washer for my writing.

The 3 paragraphs in different ways.

I was sitting upon the couch with my feet crossed while the slight chill in the air made it so I had to use a blanket.  My son and I was watching television and the show we were watching was Batman.  My son sat in between the cushions all slumped up slightly fall in-between the two sections of the couch..  His legs of course have not stopped moving.  They were flailing up and down and up and down.  Bonnie, the cat, laid in her spot on the bottom shelf of the television stand.  The warmth from the Satellite box and the TV must be the reason that being her favorite spot.  Any noise she hears will make her eyes slit open just enough to make sure no one is coming to get.


I was hanging out on the couch.  I didn‘t need the heat on due to the excitement going on.  Me and my son watched Batman and the superhero was beating up the bad guy.  My son sat there cheering for Batman to beat up Joker.  He was jumping up and down on the couch saying, pow! Bam! Biff!  This made the cat hide under the television stand.  Bonnie, the cat must of gotten scared while my son was cheering for his favorite caped crusader.  She coward in behind the satellite receiver and watched us two vigilantly as we were hooked on the hero saving the day.


I was curled up in the corner of the couch with my son as we were watching one of our favorite shows, Batman.  My son was eating a candy necklace and yet he still had to move constantly.  He was a little wiggle worm and the show jacked him up a little more.  I’m sure the candy necklace had nothing to do with it.  We can’t just watch Batman without him having some kind of super hero toy in his hand.  This time it was Aquaman.  The cat was moseying across the living room floor probably heading to her food dish when all of a sudden my son jumped off the couch and screamed “POW BIFF BAM.”  The cat darted like no other.  Her claws practically unstitched the area rug.  She ran to the quickest hiding spot possible, in the television stand.  She thinks we can’t get her there but it makes it easy. It’s kind of an oxymoron move on the cats part.  

Pick one topic to get paid to talk about

Being very poor I would love the chance to make a little more money.  To top it off, make money to talk and let alone talk about something I really enjoy.  I love to just blab and my wife will tell you it is so annoying.  I am like a little barking dog that wont stop yelping over a vehicle driving past the yard.  I go one an on about whatever the subject is and almost go over board on the topic.  I really have a lot of things that I enjoy so to pick just one topic to gab about is going to be very difficult.  Life is very joyful for me for the most part.  Everyone has their ups and downs but we all like to have joy in our lives.
That was almost to easy to pick once I started writing about what I was going to write about.  I would definitely have to pick joy.  Yes, joy isn’t a person, place, but could be a thing.  It can be a thing in the manner that it can be happiness.  Joy can be spread to others like a disease we all would want.  Imagine if there was a disease of joy.  Your side effects of the disease could be happiness, love, fun, and many other exciting terms of endearment. We wouldn’t have to find a cure unless it became such and intense joy that people couldn’t wipe the smile from their face.  The only kind of doctors we would need in this world is a plastic surgeon to remove the smile or we would all be walking around like the joker on the show batman.  Could you imagine the joy of walking around and seeing everyone happy?  There would be no crime because joy includes philanthropy to an extent.  You would already be happy and wouldn’t need to steal someone’s money to be happy or their jewels.  Drugs would be non existent due to the fact you would have natural serotonin and a natural high.  I think the American dream for everyone is to have joy in your life.  Joy isn’t just a simple fact of happiness it is the fact of fulfillment. Fulfillment in a life is every good emotion that can give you a natural high and make you feel on top of the world.  World peace could be achieved by joy through out all the different countries and cultures.  Joy for some would be a full stomach and for others would be a wallet full of money but its all the same when it comes down to it.
I feel like if someone told you to choose one emotion to be most people wouldn’t think of joy.  They don’t see joy as a vast spread of emotions.  Yeah you could choose to be excited but excited doesn’t include all the emotions like joy does.  Joy includes excitement.  You cannot have excitement without enjoying something or having a joy or happiness toward something or a certain situation.  I think everyone could have it if they let it in.  Joy is blocked on a daily basis by stress and other survival activities.

Magic truth potion

Once upon a time, there was this middle aged man.  His name was Mike.  Mike, a great looking guy, was getting looks from all the women as he was walking toward the college.  One lady was really staring in a hypnotic way. It was making him feel awkward and he nervously kept glancing back making eye contact every time.  The lady motioned her head as to tell him, “Come over here.”  Mike pointed at himself as he looked at the lady to make sure she was motioning to him.  She confirmed it she wanted him to come there.  Mike followed the lady into a little dark nook at the school and she explained to him about this magic potion.  This potion, if given to someone would make them tell the truth whether they wanted to or not.  He was excited and knew he could finally know what he wanted from a certain someone.
This was a chance of a life time.  Who was he going to use this potion on.  He had many ideas on his mind to who was a great subject to use this once in a life time chance.  Some of the names that came to mind first was his wife.  He then thought and knew he should be able to trust her so he would feel bad or feel insecure to use this on her.  He then thought, what about all those great responses he has received from his online literature teacher, John Goldfine.  He has really tried though this year and felt pretty confident that John’s remarks were honest.  John would have nothing to lose by lying.  Mike picked the perfect criminal, Nicco, his son.  He can finally get some closer on all those mysterious things that happen around the house that everyone says they didn’t do.  He sneaks the potion into Nicco’s picky one, which he calls soda, and he sips it down till the last drop.
Mike thought to himself, “Now to see if this works.” He figured he would throw a test question out to see if it is working yet.  “Hey Nics, did you get into the paint, that I told you not to, and put it all over your Handy Manny work bench?”
Nicco replied, “Yes I did.  I was building a little birdhouse with my toy building blocks and I had to paint it.”
Oh my god!! He has never admitted that he done that.  This was amazing.  So Mike began to ask his son other questions.  “Why was the cat wet last morning (last morning is what Nicco calls yesterday).  Did you put him in the bath tub or throw the cat into the toilette again?  If so why did you do it?” Mike asked his son as he kind of chuckled about the fact he out the cat in the toilette.
“Dad, the cat was trying to climb into the toilette so I helped him out.  I figured he had to go potty.” Nicco replied as serious as could be but with a smirk like he knew what he did was wrong.
He then went on to ask his son, “Was it really the cats that made a mess of the cat food or was it you who put it all over the floor?”
Nicco looked over and stated, “Yeah, I was trying to hid the food from the cats.  The cats are pigs.”
So far Mike wasn’t really shocked at any of the answers his son has given him.  It was fun to hear him actually tell the truth and the reasons behind his madness. “Did you take the toy from your sister and hit her with it when she tried to get it back,” Mike asked really not sure what the answer of this question is going to be.
Nicco answered with anger, “No I was playing with it and she tried to take it from me.  She said she needed it but I told her no.” He was probably angry when he answered this due to the fact his dad didn’t believe him before and punished him.
Mike thought what a liar his daughter was.  He would expect it from his four year old son but not a ten year old daughter. He thought to himself when he sees her next she is going to be in trouble for lying and allowing him to get mad at his son for something she did. Who knows how many other times she pulled that off.  A lot of the questions Mike already knew the answers to but I think it was more less just for a laugh except the question about the two siblings fighting.
“Where is my old cell phone?” He asked because it has been missing for awhile. He doesn’t know if his son took it but at least it will rule it out.
His son gets up from the couch and points to his power wheels outside.  “I needed a phone for my car like you and mommy have.” being all cute he said. “I had to call my friends and tell them to come over and play with me.”
Mike couldn’t get mad at him because he was so cute when he talked about the phone.  It wasn’t a big deal because it was an old phone but it would have been nice to get the numbers and pictures off it.  Mike and his son walked out to his power wheels four wheeler and in the cup holder there the phone was.  It was just like his mom and dad kept their phones.  The phone was definitely ruined by now due to all the rain.  Mike asked a few more questions which he received the answers he was expecting anyway and eventually the potion wore off.  It was definitely a great choice to pick his son.  Not only did he get a good laugh but he also learned where some things were hidden.  Mostly he it was for the laugh to hear his story or reason behind why he did it.  A child’s mind really is hilarious.  The way they think about things is really intriguing.  Mike went back to school the next day hoping to find the lady with the potion once again but all he got was glances from other girls.  Will he ever see this mystical lady again?  He had many other people he would like to use the potion on.

Theme of the week

The yard lay a wreck after the short hot summer.  Me, my wife and son stand just outside the patio door in our bare feet.  The sun has been touching down on the stone all down which warms our feet as we stand upon them.

“Thanks for spraying some weed control between the patio stones this year.”  my wife says sarcastically.

“Yeah Dad,” my son adds to my wife’s comment.

“I had enough stuff to do you could have done it at anytime!” I said knowing I just put my foot in my mouth.

We continue to walk away from the house into the back yard.  The pool that was once a inviting blue is now a disgusting brown.  I glance through out the lawn hoping she doesn’t bring up the fact the lawn is shin deep.  This lawn should be cut and bailed into hay.

“When do you plan to pick up the yard it’s trashed and winter is coming? You have all kinds of toys, shovels, and other junk everywhere.  It makes this house look like a dump.  You are so lazy and never pick it up ever.  You think the snow can just hide everything.  When are you going to finish your sons playground?” she says as she goes on and on.

I was thinking to myself I wish I would have never traveled out the back door but the chicken wasn’t going to cook itself and the grill is outside.  I uncover this mass of man ness I call a grill.  The bottom of the grill has two door where it holds the propane tank.  I crank the knob on the tank to unleash the propane to turn this beauty on.  As I ready myself to open the grill my wife beats me to it.  She looks inside with disgust on her face.  I knew something was about to escape her lips and I prepared to brace myself for what is another comment about my lack of cleanliness.

“Great you never cleaned the grill after the last time we cooked.  Why didn’t you that is so gross.  Now we are going to put this chicken on some steak or whatever we cooked last from who knows how long ago?   That isn’t even kosher!”  She goes on and I try and block her out

I scrabbled to get the grill brush and begin scraping the grill off.  A small charcoal cloud began to rise up out of the grill and surrounded us.  I knew if I scrapped hard and fast the cloud would get bigger and she would back away.

“See what I’m talking about look at all of that.” She coughs a little but I know it was an exaggeration.  “Nicco, get off the pool ladder!” My wife says all in one breath.

I think to myself thank god for my boy, Nicco, he took the heat off me.  I obviously was concerned he was on the pool ladder but as long as he was okay I was feeling relieved.  I went one with my business of getting this grill warmed up to put the chicken on.  We were all so hungry and we were already kind of late making it.  It was already after six and we still haven’t even got it on the grill yet.  The grill warmed up and I slapped on the chicken and the sizzle of it hitting the hot metal made my hunger intensify.  I lathered up the top side of the chicken with the teriyaki marinade left on the plate.  The sweet, smoky smell of the teriyaki further increased the already over the edge hunger feeling.

“Dad, is the steak on yet,” my son said as he confuses chicken and steak as always.

“You mean chicken and yes it is.  Why don’t you play in your sand box and I will tell you when it’s ready.” I said trying to take his mind off the fact the dinner was so close but yet so far away.

“Can we eat outside I love it when we all eat outside at the table together.” Nicco says as he uses his bulldozer to dig in his pretend gravel pit in his sandbox.  “Broom broom” He pulls off in his dump truck to further extend his road he has been working on all summer.
“Our table isn’t outside its in the addition buddy.  Remember Bampa brought it in a couple weeks ago because of the big storm we had.” I stated reminding him about the Hurricane we received at the beginning of the month.

His grampy, that he calls Bampa, had to sit him the night before while I was at school and my wife was working.  I came home to many things in the yard cleaned up.  I wish I would have been gone for longer maybe it all would of.

“Yeah thank god you had school or this all would have blown off  to who knows where.” as my wife threw her two cents in.

I was almost making the chicken take much longer then it should because I was trying to rush it.  You know how you want something to be done so you keep opening the oven letting all the heat out.  I would watch the temperature gauge on the front of the hot grill go from 450 down to 325 every time I opened it.

“Sweetie, can you get me a plate to put the chicken on.” I said hoping she would get out of my hair for a minute. “How about we eat in the addition at the patio table Nicco.”  I went on to tell my son hoping he would go for the idea.

She came back out and I filled my wife in on the idea of eating in the addition at the patio table.  She went for the idea as we all strutted in from outside.  Nicco was the first in but had to turn around to shut the door.

“I am going to shut the door because I am a big boy.”  Nicco stated as he turned around.

“We know,” we both said together.

I thought in my head “jinx double jinx” but should would of told me to grow up so the idea stayed right there, in my head.  Me and Nicco stayed out in the addition as my wife went to grab all the plates, cups, and silverware.

“Thank you dear.  I will start cutting up Nicco’s chicken if you will make a salad, unless you want me to……” I kind of paused to judge the response of her face.  Expressions can say a million words.

“Okay.” She replied with no hesitation.

She returned shortly with a luscious colorful salad full of many veggies.  Thank god she was quick I thought to myself.  The salad was full of tomatoes, onions, and cucumbers just the way I like it.

“Maybe she isn’t so bad at all,” I muttered in my head……

We all sat down and started filling our face.  We usually try to talk during dinner but I knew from the get go this dinner was no ordinary dinner you see due to the fact we were all starving!