Everyone dies, but not everyone lives. -a customer at Kroger
Come here you big bowl of cinnamon applesauce. -Jeremy Moore
What's always popular isn't always right. What's always right isn't always popular. -Albert Einstein
He's my own personal space heater. -Amiracle Carter
I don't want to spend my life running/Scared of what we're becoming/It's never what they told ya'/I guess we're getting older./I don't want to spend my life waiting/Watching while we all keep changing/I guess we're getting older. -"Getting Older" by Green River Ordinance
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Random Impulse
Ruth fixes her hair in a long plait before picking up her baby girl. Her husband, Soloman, told her over dinner that he had something to tell her and the others today. As she goes to wake up her other children, she wonders what it come be. She opens the door to her oldest daughter's room.
"Truly, honey, can you help me with the kids. Your father has something he needs to discuss with Mary, Sarah, and myself."
"Sure mother. Is anyone else up yet?"
"I think I heard Matthew and Timothy in their room, and I saw Rachel and Jessica. I do not think Elizabeth or Mark is awake yet, and here is Amanda."
"Alright, I will get them ready," Truly states ask she takes Amanda in her arms.
Ruth walks back down the hall through the kitchen and into the common room. She sits on the couch and waits. Mary is the next to walk in. She is wearing black pants and a red top with her hair curly around her face. Ruth knows she has to rush straight to work after their meeting. Sarah is the youngest of them all. She enters with her scrubs on ready to head to the doctor's office.
"What do you think Solomon needs to tell us," Sarah ask.
"Oh, I have an idea," Mary replies while Ruth nodded.
Mary and Ruth have went through this same experience before, only last time it was about Sarah.
Solomon comes in through Mary's sector of the house, and sits across from the couch, where all the women are sitting, and takes a breath.
"We have to add on to the house," says Solomon.
Mary and Ruth look at each other. It is just as they expected.
Sarah chimes in, "But why?"
A look of shocked came across her face as Solomon spoke.
"I have decided to to bring in someone else to the family, as my fourth wife."
......To Be Continued....
"Truly, honey, can you help me with the kids. Your father has something he needs to discuss with Mary, Sarah, and myself."
"Sure mother. Is anyone else up yet?"
"I think I heard Matthew and Timothy in their room, and I saw Rachel and Jessica. I do not think Elizabeth or Mark is awake yet, and here is Amanda."
"Alright, I will get them ready," Truly states ask she takes Amanda in her arms.
Ruth walks back down the hall through the kitchen and into the common room. She sits on the couch and waits. Mary is the next to walk in. She is wearing black pants and a red top with her hair curly around her face. Ruth knows she has to rush straight to work after their meeting. Sarah is the youngest of them all. She enters with her scrubs on ready to head to the doctor's office.
"What do you think Solomon needs to tell us," Sarah ask.
"Oh, I have an idea," Mary replies while Ruth nodded.
Mary and Ruth have went through this same experience before, only last time it was about Sarah.
Solomon comes in through Mary's sector of the house, and sits across from the couch, where all the women are sitting, and takes a breath.
"We have to add on to the house," says Solomon.
Mary and Ruth look at each other. It is just as they expected.
Sarah chimes in, "But why?"
A look of shocked came across her face as Solomon spoke.
"I have decided to to bring in someone else to the family, as my fourth wife."
......To Be Continued....
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Reading Response #5 (week of February 6)
The Russell Edson's poems are interesting. My favorite poems are "On The Eating Of Mice" and "Counting Sheep". The poem "On The Eating Of Mice" was intriguing. How can Edson write a poem about cooking and eating mice? The second part of the first stanza was graphic in a way, and the different ways of cooking mice. In these two poem, Edson showing that any subject matter can be written about in poetry.
Random Impulse #8 (week of February 6)
This is the first draft of this poem. It needs much revising.
Secret
Secret messages passed along,
In hopes our connection won't
Come to light. As we hide in
The dark. Our meeting tonight ends
With a word and a kiss.
You say to me that you care,
But as the chrome fades
Away under the green, I know
You are on your way,
Your way to see her.
'he is the one who can call
You hers. The girl who got
You first and is not forced
To be silent tomorrow. The
One who's similar to me.
What would happen if she
Knew? A letter, unsigned,
Left on her door. I wonder
If I could be a secret no more,
And be forever yours.
Secret
Secret messages passed along,
In hopes our connection won't
Come to light. As we hide in
The dark. Our meeting tonight ends
With a word and a kiss.
You say to me that you care,
But as the chrome fades
Away under the green, I know
You are on your way,
Your way to see her.
'he is the one who can call
You hers. The girl who got
You first and is not forced
To be silent tomorrow. The
One who's similar to me.
What would happen if she
Knew? A letter, unsigned,
Left on her door. I wonder
If I could be a secret no more,
And be forever yours.
Random Impulse #7 (week of February 6)
Yo! What's up?....Yeah, same here. So I'm going to finish....Yeah, him. So I said to Cody we wanted to do the contest and then Cody walks up and--What?....
Oh, I was talking to Cody Cody and....Yeah turtle Cody. Oh the reminds me. I saw a turtle on the side of the road this morning. Huh?....No, but--....Yeah, it was so cute....Yeah he is too. So is what's-his-name....You know he comes in the lounge, has the one blonde streak and rides....Yeah him--....That's his name. He was there last week and was playing Guitar Hero--What?....Oh, yeah. They were as always, but anyways he did really well. What?
....No, not good! Well!....Yeah, so back to the story....Yes about Cody Cody and....no they weren't the only ones there.--Hey my mom....yeah as always!....Yeah whatever loser.
Oh, I was talking to Cody Cody and....Yeah turtle Cody. Oh the reminds me. I saw a turtle on the side of the road this morning. Huh?....No, but--....Yeah, it was so cute....Yeah he is too. So is what's-his-name....You know he comes in the lounge, has the one blonde streak and rides....Yeah him--....That's his name. He was there last week and was playing Guitar Hero--What?....Oh, yeah. They were as always, but anyways he did really well. What?
....No, not good! Well!....Yeah, so back to the story....Yes about Cody Cody and....no they weren't the only ones there.--Hey my mom....yeah as always!....Yeah whatever loser.
Junkyard Quotes (week of February 6)
"I just told him my number! How can he get it wrong? Domino's is stupid." -Amiracle
"Which goes with baby?" -Lorelai & Rory Gilmore
"So I sa... *cough, cough* A FLY JUST FLEW DOWN MY THROAT" -classmate
"All my life I've been good, but now, oh oh oh, I'm thinking what the hell." -Avril Lavigne
"She's been Scarlett O'Hara for two hours. It's sickening." -Michel Gerard
"Which goes with baby?" -Lorelai & Rory Gilmore
"So I sa... *cough, cough* A FLY JUST FLEW DOWN MY THROAT" -classmate
"All my life I've been good, but now, oh oh oh, I'm thinking what the hell." -Avril Lavigne
"She's been Scarlett O'Hara for two hours. It's sickening." -Michel Gerard
Classmate Response #3 (week of January 30)
Katie Evans' poem called "I'm From the South" hits home with me. This poem describes what growing up in my hometown was like for me. I love how with each stanza gets deeper into her roots. The first stanza is the South and the last is about her family. I also like how each like starts with the word "where" describing each place.
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