Author's Note: This is a poem of what comes to the forefront of my mind whenever I think of Christmas. I wanted to convey it, but lightly, so then came a poem.
Christmas
Smells of pine
Christmas
Glittering presents
Christmas
Giving back
Christmas
Santa's Sleigh
Christmas
Family together
Christmas
Love
Christmas
Peace
Friday, December 11, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
The Adventure Behind the Fridge
Author's Note: This is more of an impromptu, but true story. When this happened I knew that it needed to be let to the public for some relief from their daily lives. Even though this was greatly embarrassing to Gabe at the time, it is now something that is laughed over.
In late November my step-brother Gabe got stuck... Behind a fridge. I know this sounds weird so I'll walk you through it. See me and him were playing a game with a tennis ball and he flipped it up on top of the cabinets we have down there. This is in my basement just so you know. Anyways, the ball fell down a hole up there, so he got up on a chair. Then climbed onto the cabinets. I asked him "Are you sure you can get out?"
"Yeah. Don't worry." so I let him go down. He picked up the tennis ball and flipped it out of the hole. That's when it all turned sour. He said "Uhhh, Sam?"
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Uhh, I don't think I can get out."
"Wow! Smart one!" First I tried to move the fridge, as it was on wheels but there was a wall between where the fridge had been and Gabe. Then I tried to pull him out through the top but I couldn't get any leverage. Then I tried to use my sweatshirt to get him out like a rope to see if that would provide the needed leverage. It didn't work. Then he started hyperventilating and saying things to the effect of, "Ahhhhhh!!!! I don't want to die!"
"Oh, It'll be fine." I would say while laughing to myself. Then I ran upstairs and my step-mom was at the computer and I said to her "Missy we have a situation."
"What kind of situation?" She asked
"Gabe's stuck"
"Stuck? Stuck where?"
"Behind the fridge but it'll be easier if I show you."
"Well come on then!" We ran down stairs and Gabe was crying his eyes out. Missy immediately said "Sam, call 911."
"NO! No I don't want to be on public TV." Gabe screamed
"You won't be on TV."
"Can't you just try to get me out? Or knock down a wall. I just don't want to be on TV." So she tried to get him out but like I said no leverage. So she said "OK, Gabe, I'm going to call the cops to get you out."
"No just knock down a wall please."
"I don't think I can without hurting you."
"Fine" By now he was over being stuck. So then a cop came and tried to get him out. No luck, so the cop called his lieutenant to come and try to help get Gabe out.When the lieutenant got there he took the weight bar from our work out area and tried to use that to get leverage. Nope. So finally in the end they just kicked in some dry wall in the unfinished part of our basement and got him out. The whole experience took over an hour.
In late November my step-brother Gabe got stuck... Behind a fridge. I know this sounds weird so I'll walk you through it. See me and him were playing a game with a tennis ball and he flipped it up on top of the cabinets we have down there. This is in my basement just so you know. Anyways, the ball fell down a hole up there, so he got up on a chair. Then climbed onto the cabinets. I asked him "Are you sure you can get out?"
"Yeah. Don't worry." so I let him go down. He picked up the tennis ball and flipped it out of the hole. That's when it all turned sour. He said "Uhhh, Sam?"
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Uhh, I don't think I can get out."
"Wow! Smart one!" First I tried to move the fridge, as it was on wheels but there was a wall between where the fridge had been and Gabe. Then I tried to pull him out through the top but I couldn't get any leverage. Then I tried to use my sweatshirt to get him out like a rope to see if that would provide the needed leverage. It didn't work. Then he started hyperventilating and saying things to the effect of, "Ahhhhhh!!!! I don't want to die!"
"Oh, It'll be fine." I would say while laughing to myself. Then I ran upstairs and my step-mom was at the computer and I said to her "Missy we have a situation."
"What kind of situation?" She asked
"Gabe's stuck"
"Stuck? Stuck where?"
"Behind the fridge but it'll be easier if I show you."
"Well come on then!" We ran down stairs and Gabe was crying his eyes out. Missy immediately said "Sam, call 911."
"NO! No I don't want to be on public TV." Gabe screamed
"You won't be on TV."
"Can't you just try to get me out? Or knock down a wall. I just don't want to be on TV." So she tried to get him out but like I said no leverage. So she said "OK, Gabe, I'm going to call the cops to get you out."
"No just knock down a wall please."
"I don't think I can without hurting you."
"Fine" By now he was over being stuck. So then a cop came and tried to get him out. No luck, so the cop called his lieutenant to come and try to help get Gabe out.When the lieutenant got there he took the weight bar from our work out area and tried to use that to get leverage. Nope. So finally in the end they just kicked in some dry wall in the unfinished part of our basement and got him out. The whole experience took over an hour.
Friday, December 4, 2009
A Terrible Thanksgiving
Author's Note: I find that this post speaks to humans as a whole. Most of us see what we have, enjoy it for a small time then dread either what is to come due to it, or what can't be avoided by having it. What we must do is do only what we can, nothing more, nothing less, and when that's done what happens is supposed to happen.
I wake up to the smell of turkey wafting down from upstairs. The smell gently blanketing the house in such a heavenly aroma. I get out of bed and follow my nose and rise to see a great feast so invitingly emerging out of our humble table. The food gods have blessed this day over and over again. My mother scolds me for waking up at eleven but all is soon forgotten as we sit at the table and stuff ourselves silly. Literally. A joyous day an even better food coma. We all muster the strength to get to the living room so we can watch the football games. What's better food football and more food? As the Lions get crushed I wish for nothing but to live this day over again and again. That is the best life imaginable. As I get hungry which is only possible for me after Thanksgiving lunch I salivate over the left over turkey that I am about to gorge myself on. Oh so wonderful.
I wish I could hold on to that. That dream. Now laying here in my cold bed trying to go back I dread the coming of the manifestation that no human should speak of that is coming in mere hours. School.
I wake up to the smell of turkey wafting down from upstairs. The smell gently blanketing the house in such a heavenly aroma. I get out of bed and follow my nose and rise to see a great feast so invitingly emerging out of our humble table. The food gods have blessed this day over and over again. My mother scolds me for waking up at eleven but all is soon forgotten as we sit at the table and stuff ourselves silly. Literally. A joyous day an even better food coma. We all muster the strength to get to the living room so we can watch the football games. What's better food football and more food? As the Lions get crushed I wish for nothing but to live this day over again and again. That is the best life imaginable. As I get hungry which is only possible for me after Thanksgiving lunch I salivate over the left over turkey that I am about to gorge myself on. Oh so wonderful.
I wish I could hold on to that. That dream. Now laying here in my cold bed trying to go back I dread the coming of the manifestation that no human should speak of that is coming in mere hours. School.
Leaves
Author's Note: This post is about how nature is full of perfect moments, but us being humans think of nothing except for what we need to do next. I find it very troubling. Even if we just take five seconds or so to appreciate nature, life would be so much more enjoyable.
As the light shines through the parting clouds it highlights the orange glow of the maple leaves as they gently drop off the tree to the ground cushioned by the cutting fall breeze as winter comes to turn orange, white. We must savor what is left here. What is here now. We must pass this picture of perfection to those near and around us. Tell all, show all what is needed in life for it to be worth living and complete. We are called by an unknown force to this one spot. This one moment. It must show us that the earth our home, the one which we are destroying, taking it past its prime, has promise. Once again we gather together in honor of the earth and its natural cycles. Realizing how insignificant we really are. We are but a speck of dust floating around in this never ending region of hope we call the universe.
As the light shines through the parting clouds it highlights the orange glow of the maple leaves as they gently drop off the tree to the ground cushioned by the cutting fall breeze as winter comes to turn orange, white. We must savor what is left here. What is here now. We must pass this picture of perfection to those near and around us. Tell all, show all what is needed in life for it to be worth living and complete. We are called by an unknown force to this one spot. This one moment. It must show us that the earth our home, the one which we are destroying, taking it past its prime, has promise. Once again we gather together in honor of the earth and its natural cycles. Realizing how insignificant we really are. We are but a speck of dust floating around in this never ending region of hope we call the universe.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
River
The river glistens in the mid afternoon light, rolling off the rocks gently giving life to fish and plants alike. As I ease in at the foaming bend in the river I feel better than I have in years. I just want to sit here for the rest of my life, one with nature, the promising future of earth. I feel as if I have been here long enough to grow roots, yet I am just a filter to which the water passes through cleansing me, my soul and my body, as if to say that I have a clean slate, a new life with which to do whatever I please.
Ocean Stream of Consciousness
Author's Note: This is a stream of consciousness to the word ocean. It fits with what I believe the world should truly be like, with eveything and person in harmony. All that we have now is chaos. Although it may not be visible on the outside it is always there.
The sandy white beaches give way peacefully to the gentle lapping of ocean's waves. Out in the vast great beyond dolphins and seals gently play completely oblivious to the fact that this could be their last hour on earth, but for this moment, this one time, they are happy, without a care in the world. The bottom of the sea filled with sponges and stars is as tranquil as the night sky, yet it gets so peacefully and willingly disturbed by the magnificent and majestic fish in their schools swimming, inviting the lone scuba diver to join their slow rhythmic dance. What some would thin a smudge on the background seem so natural and fitting where everything lives together in this one moment this lone speck in the endless abyss that is eternity.
The sandy white beaches give way peacefully to the gentle lapping of ocean's waves. Out in the vast great beyond dolphins and seals gently play completely oblivious to the fact that this could be their last hour on earth, but for this moment, this one time, they are happy, without a care in the world. The bottom of the sea filled with sponges and stars is as tranquil as the night sky, yet it gets so peacefully and willingly disturbed by the magnificent and majestic fish in their schools swimming, inviting the lone scuba diver to join their slow rhythmic dance. What some would thin a smudge on the background seem so natural and fitting where everything lives together in this one moment this lone speck in the endless abyss that is eternity.
Ocean
Author's Note: This is a journal entry of the ocean. I really think it speaks to my being because I always daydream and fantasize of not needing to lie anymore, and being free.
As I sit here on these snow white, glimmering beaches watching the ebb and flow of the soft, quiet, and calming waves. It is here I come to realize that I live a lie. I say things that I really don't believe. I'm not what I say I am, yet I'm happy with myself. Is this because I say and live it so much it has become me and I cannot find the true me, or is it the fact that I have no idea how to just simply relax and be me? Then the waves crash one more time wetting my feet in their comforting embrace then they let go just as suddenly, and I find in myself that I am the exact person I want to be.
As I sit here on these snow white, glimmering beaches watching the ebb and flow of the soft, quiet, and calming waves. It is here I come to realize that I live a lie. I say things that I really don't believe. I'm not what I say I am, yet I'm happy with myself. Is this because I say and live it so much it has become me and I cannot find the true me, or is it the fact that I have no idea how to just simply relax and be me? Then the waves crash one more time wetting my feet in their comforting embrace then they let go just as suddenly, and I find in myself that I am the exact person I want to be.
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