As you all know, yesterday was August 24th, 2013. To everyone it was just an ordinary day, but to one person it was a very special day. It was my mother's 40th birthday. To most woman, they think they are officially old. That was how my mom was. That morning it was like rain was falling from the sky because she didn't want to turn 40. Finally it came time for dinner time and my grandma wanted to take her out for dinner. She wanted to take her out to Dave N' Buster's. When we got there and we opened the doors to our room, it turned out to be a surprise birthday party for her. She was so shocked she couldn't even talk. After that everyone had dinner. Surprisingly it was very good. Then we all told embarrassing moments about my mom. One I really enjoyed. My grandma said, "Whenever Kellie was little, she would runaway from her dinner. Her father on the other hand would catch her, take her back to her plate, and make her finish her dinner. So Kellie would take all the food on her plate and store it in her mouth like a chipmunk. When me and my husband would check on her, her food would be gone, so we would think she would be done so we let her go. Before she left that plate she would always spit out that food so she never had to eat it." Then my mom opened her presents from her friends. She loved every single one. After the party, she invited the family over to the house and everyone had fun. To this day my mom is still in shock and amazement. I always hope that everyone at the party will remember this moment and remember it forever. THE END
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Summer Ends...
Wild, windy, and warm,
As precious as life itself.
The ice - bell rings,
Children scatter like cockroaches all around the truck,
Yelling... " I want the..." "No, Can I have the... Are there anymore of the... "
All of the sudden, the sunset appears.
Every child known to be outside vanishes like in a horror movie.
In bed, asleep, and the lights out. As quick as that.
Summer ends so fast Do you realize that ?
As precious as life itself.
The ice - bell rings,
Children scatter like cockroaches all around the truck,
Yelling... " I want the..." "No, Can I have the... Are there anymore of the... "
All of the sudden, the sunset appears.
Every child known to be outside vanishes like in a horror movie.
In bed, asleep, and the lights out. As quick as that.
Summer ends so fast Do you realize that ?
Monday, August 12, 2013
Farewell before Fall
The pink and yellow sky
creeps down on the horizon
kissing the green lips of every tree.
Enticed by their seductive sway
I remember a time
when August days
lasted an entire year.
Cicadas beckon me away
A cacophony of wings, legs, antennae
carry me to roads once traveled
now nearly gone
Dusty, old, and grey
It is that time, I know
for sunsets to grow shorter
the ground becomes a blanket
Laughter and words, a covered display
How benign a predator is time?
Pouncing so quickly and quietly
Like a bird unearths a worm
I am pried from my vagary
Oh how I want to return
to the warmth of sun and sleep
lazy affairs the only burden...
Come back sweet summer days!
creeps down on the horizon
kissing the green lips of every tree.
Enticed by their seductive sway
I remember a time
when August days
lasted an entire year.
Cicadas beckon me away
A cacophony of wings, legs, antennae
carry me to roads once traveled
now nearly gone
Dusty, old, and grey
It is that time, I know
for sunsets to grow shorter
the ground becomes a blanket
Laughter and words, a covered display
How benign a predator is time?
Pouncing so quickly and quietly
Like a bird unearths a worm
I am pried from my vagary
Oh how I want to return
to the warmth of sun and sleep
lazy affairs the only burden...
Come back sweet summer days!
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Drive-in Magic
As a child, my family and I used to go to the Drive-in. My earliest recollection was from about six or seven. We were watching Alien. To this day, one of my all-time favorite films. I can see it vividly, as if it were happening today. I am sitting in the back seat of my parents' Chevy, arms resting on the backs of their chairs, on the edge of my seat--literally--peering through a dirty windshield at the giant screen above me.
This wouldn't be our first--or last--visit to the Drive-in. I later went with some friends to see the re-release of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. And one other time it was some scary slasher flick; a B-movie (I can't remember the name now) that I haven't ever seen since. The movies themselves didn't really matter though, did they? It was the experience of the Drive-in that made those nights so special. It could have been any movie flying forth from the projection booth. What stuck with me afterwards was the sitting out under the stars, covered in a flannel blanket, the smell of popcorn and French fries emanating from the snack bar, while the voices rattled from inside that little black box resting on our car door, in unison with their faces above us. It was magical!
Now-a-days the Drive-in has lost a little of its magic. My husband and I went a few times while we were dating; however, the back of his station wagon was not as comfortable I remembered the back of my parents' car to be. More recent visits, with our own kids, have been more about making sure they have fun...and about having a place where loud noises and temper-tantrums are not cause to be promptly removed from the premises.
The smells of popcorn and French fries now remind me of the extra ten pounds I need to take off from the winter; flannel blankets serve as a cover from the mosquitoes and flies; and the voices on screen can barely be heard beneath the sounds of my children's endless chatter and constant quibbling. So I wonder...what continues to draw us to this place, once so full of magic and wonder and now so wonderfully--ordinary??
Perhaps it's the hope that it will regain its magic, whisking us away once more into the days of our youth. Or maybe it is the desire to make this place for our children what it was for us not so long ago. Maybe that is the closest we will ever get to being children again ourselves. When I watch my girls snuggled up in blankets, gorging on funnel cakes and French fries, peering at the big screen above them from the back of my open mini-van, I know the answer.
This wouldn't be our first--or last--visit to the Drive-in. I later went with some friends to see the re-release of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. And one other time it was some scary slasher flick; a B-movie (I can't remember the name now) that I haven't ever seen since. The movies themselves didn't really matter though, did they? It was the experience of the Drive-in that made those nights so special. It could have been any movie flying forth from the projection booth. What stuck with me afterwards was the sitting out under the stars, covered in a flannel blanket, the smell of popcorn and French fries emanating from the snack bar, while the voices rattled from inside that little black box resting on our car door, in unison with their faces above us. It was magical!
Now-a-days the Drive-in has lost a little of its magic. My husband and I went a few times while we were dating; however, the back of his station wagon was not as comfortable I remembered the back of my parents' car to be. More recent visits, with our own kids, have been more about making sure they have fun...and about having a place where loud noises and temper-tantrums are not cause to be promptly removed from the premises.
The smells of popcorn and French fries now remind me of the extra ten pounds I need to take off from the winter; flannel blankets serve as a cover from the mosquitoes and flies; and the voices on screen can barely be heard beneath the sounds of my children's endless chatter and constant quibbling. So I wonder...what continues to draw us to this place, once so full of magic and wonder and now so wonderfully--ordinary??
Perhaps it's the hope that it will regain its magic, whisking us away once more into the days of our youth. Or maybe it is the desire to make this place for our children what it was for us not so long ago. Maybe that is the closest we will ever get to being children again ourselves. When I watch my girls snuggled up in blankets, gorging on funnel cakes and French fries, peering at the big screen above them from the back of my open mini-van, I know the answer.
A Great Movie
A Great Movie
Is a awesome one.
An awesome one
Only comes around once in a while.
The rush,
The ripping excitement,
And the radiant projector.
The thrill is so powerful
It makes it hard not to watch.
It is as thrilling as the Kenywoods Black Widow.
COULD YOU EVER GET IT BETTER THAN THAT !!!!!!!!!!
Is a awesome one.
An awesome one
Only comes around once in a while.
The rush,
The ripping excitement,
And the radiant projector.
The thrill is so powerful
It makes it hard not to watch.
It is as thrilling as the Kenywoods Black Widow.
COULD YOU EVER GET IT BETTER THAN THAT !!!!!!!!!!
Monday, August 5, 2013
Reflections from a Window
Dear House,
You watch from your concrete cradle
Peeking behind pink and purple hues
Stoic and steady
You digest the laughter and the tears
Holding onto their echos
While smiling back
From within the goings on outside are visible
The fanfare: Small legs carry sandaled feet
Back and forth across the pavement.
An innocent and happy dance.
A longing lurches up from deep inside
Isolated and melancholy. Unexpected.
A cry calls out, beckoning from beyond
Quietly I obey, heeding its edict
We are alike, you and I
Sharing the same palate
The same memories
A comfortable confinement
An idyllic immurement
Home
A Fun Birthday Party
August 5th , 2013
Dear Laura,
I really loved your party. It was all playing, pouncing, & partying. I loved your brown, elegant dress. I loved your delicious mini sandwiches with ham, cheese, & lettuce. It tasted as though I was in food heaven. I felt like I was at a princess party and even though you are a rightful princess, it still felt magical. In someway it was different. You had a balloon maker that that came and made me an alien out of balloons.
Then again, I keep thinking about the nails and the hair part. When I got my nails done, it was like a rainbow formed on my nails. They had a violet color with a wonderful glitter coding also with a hot pink French tip. For the hair, Laura's sister "Lindsay" did my hair. She made me look as beautiful as a princess to be. It was like a new me.
Sincerely,
Cassandra Skweres
P.S. Please invite me to next years party. I want to see how you make your party fun next year.
Dear Laura,
I really loved your party. It was all playing, pouncing, & partying. I loved your brown, elegant dress. I loved your delicious mini sandwiches with ham, cheese, & lettuce. It tasted as though I was in food heaven. I felt like I was at a princess party and even though you are a rightful princess, it still felt magical. In someway it was different. You had a balloon maker that that came and made me an alien out of balloons.
Then again, I keep thinking about the nails and the hair part. When I got my nails done, it was like a rainbow formed on my nails. They had a violet color with a wonderful glitter coding also with a hot pink French tip. For the hair, Laura's sister "Lindsay" did my hair. She made me look as beautiful as a princess to be. It was like a new me.
Sincerely,
Cassandra Skweres
P.S. Please invite me to next years party. I want to see how you make your party fun next year.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
My First Friend
My first friend was named Lea Pallof. We never even spoke to each other until we truly knew we were meant to be together. It all started in First Grade. I switched schools. I was at Banksville Elementary at first. Then my family moved to Cassabill Estates. My Mom made me go to Mifflin Elementary. That is where I met Lea ( My BFFEL "Best Friend For Eternal Life" ). Ever since then, we have been like sisters. Once we pretended to everyone in our grade that we were once sisters and our parents got divorced. It was so funny that we couldn't pull it off much longer and everyone laughed with us. It was the best prank we ever pulled to our other friends. In my case, I could never have or get a better friend. I just hope that we could remain Best Friends.
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Beautiful Friendship
I've never been what one would call, "popular." In fact, for most of my life I was pretty much the opposite. I always wanted to be, though. I watched the pretty girls in my school as if a prisoner through a pane of glass, longing to talk like they talked, walk like they walked. They moved with ease; butterflies flitting from flower to flower, drinking in the nectar of whichever destination they happened upon. I was more like a caterpillar.
When I was thirteen, I met Vicki. She was one of the pretty people. She had long sandy brown hair that fell in waves down her back. Her skin was the color of a root beer float after the ice cream has melted down the inside of the glass and she had a body most girls my age could only hope for. Her typical wardrobe consisted of a tight white t-shirt and holey Daisy Dukes rolled up as high as they could go on her shapely thighs. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen...so did all the boys. Every boy we hung out with--even the ones that I held a secret crush on--watched and admired Vicki from afar. Being with her was like standing on the backside of flashlight; you could always see the light, but it never shone on you.
Vicki and I eventually parted ways. We went to two different schools; by the time I would run into her again, too much time would have elapsed, turning us into two different people. I'm now an adult, married and with my own children. One nearly thirteen herself. I often wonder: What happened to Vicki?
I wonder if she has children and if she looks the same as she did when she was thirteen. Thin. Brown. Bubbly. Beautiful. If she's changed as much as I have, then I suppose she is none of these. It would be interesting to know, however. A part of me wishes that she is not as beautiful as I remember her; the jealous part of my memory would see a strange sense of justice in that. But then again, I wonder if she could ever be as radiant as she is my mind...to that thirteen year old girl still imprisoned inside myself. Probably not, I think. Is anything??
When I was thirteen, I met Vicki. She was one of the pretty people. She had long sandy brown hair that fell in waves down her back. Her skin was the color of a root beer float after the ice cream has melted down the inside of the glass and she had a body most girls my age could only hope for. Her typical wardrobe consisted of a tight white t-shirt and holey Daisy Dukes rolled up as high as they could go on her shapely thighs. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen...so did all the boys. Every boy we hung out with--even the ones that I held a secret crush on--watched and admired Vicki from afar. Being with her was like standing on the backside of flashlight; you could always see the light, but it never shone on you.
Vicki and I eventually parted ways. We went to two different schools; by the time I would run into her again, too much time would have elapsed, turning us into two different people. I'm now an adult, married and with my own children. One nearly thirteen herself. I often wonder: What happened to Vicki?
I wonder if she has children and if she looks the same as she did when she was thirteen. Thin. Brown. Bubbly. Beautiful. If she's changed as much as I have, then I suppose she is none of these. It would be interesting to know, however. A part of me wishes that she is not as beautiful as I remember her; the jealous part of my memory would see a strange sense of justice in that. But then again, I wonder if she could ever be as radiant as she is my mind...to that thirteen year old girl still imprisoned inside myself. Probably not, I think. Is anything??
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