NaBloPo Day 9

I still have 10 min to answer this lol

Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Japanese lore suggests that if you fold 1,000 paper cranes, your wish will come true. What would your wish be, and what would you be willing to do 1,000 times to get it?

Im not sure...what I would wish for....how about that my husbands lawsuit would work out in our favor.....and I would wash dishes 1,000 times by hand...( I hate doing dishes by hand btw)

NaBloPo Day 8

You've just been given a million dollars. You are not allowed to keep it or give it to anyone you know personally. What do you do with it and why?

I would give it to several charities....part would go to the breast cancer foundation, because I know many survivors of this disease, and I know many people who have passed away because of it....

I would also give some to the Autism Speaks Foundation, because I know several people with autism and more people need to be educated about this disability.

I would also give some to Teach for America....because I am a teacher, and there are many good people who go through this program and help America's inner city youth.

NaBloPo Day 7

Monday, June 7, 2010
Do you owe an apology to anyone? Why?

I owe my little sister an apology because I posted on facebook about my grandmother before anyone had a chance to call her in Africa...and it was very thoughtless for me to post it....

NaBloPo Day 6

So theres not a prompt for today so another update....Marty's room is cleaned up and in the process I found Dan's chaps, so when he rides he can protect his legs now.....so now I need to type up the club minutes....clean out the fridge, do dishes, and tackle the living room closet....and somewhere in there I need to study....so we shall see how this all goes!

NaBloPo Day 5

Well theres not a writing prompt for today...so I guess Ill give a run down of whats been going on....

Since off of bed rest I have been cleaning like crazy....nesting as some would call it....the apartment can not be clean enough....I finally got our room in order and next is Marty's room....then back to tackle the living room and get it looking decent once more....Dan has been wonderful even if Ive been moodier then usual....I just get frustrated so easily...because I want it all done now! I do work in short bursts of 15 min, then rest for 15 min...and slow and steady will win the race....but its annoying when it takes 3 days to completely clean one room...and that doesn't even include vacuuming...so right now Dans doing dishes and Im about to tackle Baby Marty's room!

NaBloPo Day 4

Friday, June 4, 2010
What's the first thing that pops into your mind when you think of your father?

The first thing that pops into my mind is softball....I know it sounds silly but it is....when I was very little on Sunday's my daddy played on the Highland Town Post Office Softball team...and occasionally my mom would take us to watch him play and to play with the other kids....Also softball is how my dad and I bonded as I got older.....he would practice catching and throwing with me and as I got good at that we switched to batting practice at the Stansbury batting cages.....he always encouraged me and would talk with me about what went well in the game and what I needed to work on....it was def. our time together.....

NaBloPoMo Day 3

Thursday, June 3, 2010
Define "freedom."

Freedom....thats a loaded statement....but for me it means to live in a country where not everyone has the same opinion and that is alright. It also means with in the law that I am able to do pretty much what I please.

NaBloPo Day 2

Writing Prompt for Wednesday, June 2, 2010

What's your favorite poem? (And if you don't have one, why?)

A Boy Named Sue by Shel Silverstein

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.

Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,
but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill
that man that gave me that awful name.

But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had
just hit town and my throat was dry.
I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon in a street of mud
and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,
mangy dog that named me Sue.

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
from a worn-out picture that my mother had
and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old
and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
and I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do?
Now you're gonna die." Yeah, that's what I told him.

Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down
but to my surprise he came up with a knife
and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair
right across his teeth. And we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell you I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when.
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin',
he went for his gun and I pulled mine first.
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.

And he said, "Son, this world is rough and if
a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'.
I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it's
that name that helped to make you strong."

Yeah, he said, "Now you have just fought one
helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you've
got the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you
if you do. But you ought to thank me
before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit
in your eye because I'm the nut that named you Sue."
Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
called him pa and he called me a son,
and I came away with a different point of view
and I think about him now and then.
Every time I tried, every time I win and if I
ever have a son I think I am gonna name him
Bill or George - anything but Sue.

Well I am just a fan of Shel Silverstein in general because his poems are easy and fun to teach in the class room....but this one is a favorite because Johnny Cash actually sang it and until today I was not aware that Shel Silverstein had wrote it. I looked it up in several places just to be sure.

In other news, I am slowly regaining my strength. Today I have already made the bed and cleaned up the bathroom, and gotten dressed! So now I must tackle the dishes....then I think my and Dans bedroom, then Marty's room....I promise to take plenty of breaks! I just gotta get some stuff done while I'm allowed!

NaBloPoMo Day 1

Im going to try Posting everyday for a month again....This months Topic is NOW....but they're giving writing prompts which is helpful too!!!

Writing Prompt for Tuesday, June 1, 2010

When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

When I was little I wanted to be a lot of things....The main thing I wanted to be was a nurse because I had been very sick as a baby and had heard wonderful stories about my nurses...I quickly found out I did not have a head for numbers or science....I then wanted to be a Naval Aviator and Fly F-22's because I had watched Top Gun one too many times but soon found out that would not be a possibility because I am near sighted and need glasses to see distances.....I then wanted to be a Marine Biologist,so I could train Dolphins or Orca Whales, again...science and math are not my friends.....Eventually I decided that being a teacher is what I was suppose to be....I interact well with children...even better then I do adults....and I enjoy teaching others!