A little boyWednesday, May 19, 2004
A little girl
Venturing out into the world
Their lives starting to uncurl
Only sixteen
But all grown up
Hey little man
What is up
One more little girl added to the mix
While the clock still ticks
A new place
A new home
Across the country she did roam
He left one day
After all those years
He left her there
Standing in tears
A new day
A new life
And yet again she is a wife
posted by Kami 12:13 PM |
I'm from Sesame Street,Tuesday, May 11, 2004
with the blue, fuzzy Cookie monster.
I'm from the sweet land of Candyland,
with the Candy King and Lollipop princess.
I’m from polka dots and stripes,
never matching and always clashing.
I'm from Cheetos,
that taste dangerously cheesy.
I’m from the Price is Right,
which I watched every morning and night.
I'm from the forest,
where you can feel the warmth of my fire.
I'm from pools in the summer,
that make you smell of chlorine.
I’m from Hyrule,
where Link and Zelda reside.
I’m from Dr. Seuss,
who told me that Horton heard a who
I'm from walk in closets,
that are too full to walk in.
I’m from Vegas,
where the lights and life never sleep.
I'm from the sun and the sand,
listening to the waves rolling to shore.
I'm from the country songs,
that sang me to sleep.
I'm from a hobbit hole,
with my little feet and rather humble height.
I’m from the magic world,
where you cause reverse projectiles and such.
posted by Kami 12:41 PM |
DosMonday, May 10, 2004
- Sign them up for sports or activities when they are young
- Let them get hurt
- Let them be free
- Take them to places like Disneyland and Disney World
- Give them Cheetos
- Let them wear polka dots
- Beat up the kid that tries to beat your kid up
- Let them play football
- Give them a trampoline
Don’ts
- Don’t make them do sports or activities that they don’t enjoy
- Give them too many Cheetos
- Tell them they can sing if they can’t (it will harm them later in life)
- Let them get addicted to Mountain Dew
- Let your kid get beat up
- Pester them
- Run out on the field when they get knocked out
- Buy them clothes that you’re going to steal
- Try to be friends with their friends
posted by Kami 9:10 AM |
Bam! It hit me really hard… I couldn’t breathe.
Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. It was Thanksgiving Night in 1994. I was a five-year-old sleeping after a long meal of turkey, potatoes and whatever else. Suddenly I awoke. The room was very dark and seemed to be getting smaller. I looked on the floor and there were two large bodies, those of family members. They appeared to be dead, though they were just in deep sleep, very deep sleep. I got out of my bed to get my mother, for she surely could save me. There was only one problem. After I had gotten out of my bed, there were two bodies in my way. I climbed over them, though I struggled quite a bit.
I finally got out of my room and ran across the hall. I tried to wake my mother and tried to tell her I couldn’t breathe. It was very a difficult task, for I couldn’t yell, let alone talk much at all. After she did awake, I tried very hard to communicate. My father also awoke and tried to understand. I was standing there in a dark room, that I was certain was shrinking every second, panicking.
They finally understood and rose from their beds. My mother was freaking out, like she does whenever anything happens. My dad carried me off to the car, our little, blue, ‘93 Ford Escort. We were off. It was late, nearing midnight, and there weren’t many cars on the road. We reached the hospital in just a few minutes.
My parents rushed me into the emergency room and the next thing I knew I was in a wheelchair. I was being pushed down the hall by a young nurse. She stopped at a bed and I was lifted into it. They put me on air and whatever else. The whole of my Thanksgiving dinner came up on my pink sweats, so I had to change into one of the hospital gowns. I had had an asthma attack and spent all night and morning in the hospital. All because of that one night, I have disliked Thanksgiving ever since.
posted by Kami 8:03 PM |
