December 17, 2009
865 Mohawk Dr.
Insaneville, British Columbia
Canada NEW HAR
Santa Claus
Chief Toy maker
321 Candy Cane Lane
North Pole HOH OHO
Dear Santa:
It’s me again, how are all the reindeer doing? I know Comet enjoys red peppers instead of carrots; did he like the one’s I left out for him last year? I hope Rudolf didn’t steal them again. If you’re wondering how I have been doing have no fear as I have been doing well. I am not longer putting cockroaches in the cafeteria potatoes that the unsuspecting children buy every day. Trying to turn over a new leaf, I have also stopped spiking my hair so I don’t poke out anymore eyes.
This year for Christmas, I am not going to ask for a lot. Just a couple things have peeked my interest. First of all, as you know I am inspiring to become a world class chef, and all chefs need a fancy chef’s hat. The only thing is, I don’t want to blend in like every once else, so this year, could I please get a black and green poka-dotted chef’s hat? As well, since I just got my N a couple days ago, I was wondering if you could bring me a car. I want to drive to school and I can’t be seen in something dilapidated, so the car I am wishing for is a 2009 Dodge Challenger. If you have time, could you please make it green with two black racing stripes? Thanks!
Sincerely,
****** ******
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Dave Cooks The Turkey
What is funny? In the short story Dave Cooks The Turkey which was written by Stuart Mclean the content in the story is one of snickering laughter. Throughout the story Stuart demonstrates many situations that bring out child in the reader or listener by creating situations that we can relate too. The first situation was when Morley (Dave’s wife) joined a group of women that congregated together every second week to drink and make Christmas stuff. My mother and four-ten of her friends all get together every weekend to drink and scrapbook our lives away. The second situation that was easily apart of my holiday every year was when Morley started to complain to Dave about how much work she does throughout the year, defiantly around Christmas time. My mother start’s her “I do everything around here” speech every year around the start of November. The third and final thing that Stuart brings to his story Dace Cooks The Turkey, is when Dave thaws out the turkey and notices all the little flaws and names it. Every year it seems that my family is getting more and more insane and every year the name of the turkey that we eat gets crazier and crazier. Last year it was Fignagell and the thought of what the name of the turkey could be this year makes me shutter at how random and disturbing my family can get around the holidays.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Will He Come Back the Same?
There is a fine line between maturity and immaturity, as that line is in the eye of the beholder. For someone to become more mature there must be a significant happening in one’s life for them to turn over a new leaf. That happened to one of my best friends, Richard. For him to become the mature man he is today, both he and I can trace that instant click of maturity back to just one situation.
To this date, Richard and I have been best friends for about nine years now, I was quite young when I met him as he is older than me, but I still remember to this date how he used to be. During the time that we grew up together, he was a hooligan at all times. His ‘crazy’ button had been pushed in and seemed to be stuck just as a keyboard key will get stuck in and the letter h strides across your word document at 100mph while you frantically try to pull it out so that you can continue writing your essay before the end of class. Richard got his first motorcycle when he was 13, this started off his cycle of psychotic behavior in my opinion. Living with his grandparents and his two younger cousins, Richard didn’t have many rules in his house. Giving him the fuel to his fire to go out in the middle of the night and ride his dirt bike where ever he pleased, or to get in fights at school.
But the day of maturity did not show up for another couple years, to the point of I was concerned that he was too much like a wild stallion, rearing and bucking at rules and smashing through gates that held him in. It was not until he was 17 years old when I truly saw him change. It was afterschool, I had just gotten home and had sat down at my computer; I signed onto msn and of course Richard was online waiting for me. Double clicking his icon, a window popped up and I typed in ‘Hey, what’s up?’, and got a response of ‘…I need to talk to you about something serious…’ which confused me. Richard was never really the serious guy unless it was something really bad. But as my eyes scrolled over his typed up words, I shuttered at the thought of what might be going through his head.
You see, his grandparents were obviously retired and were getting money from the government to take care of themselves, as well as Richard and his two younger cousins. But it seemed that the government was cutting back on the money that his family was getting and it was already hard enough to live on what they were getting. The family was tight for money and it was hard for a 17 year old boy to get a job that could generate enough money to help support his family. Richard had decided to join the army. Richard had never been one for discipline, but he knew that he could join as he was over 16 and that he could get a significant amount of money to help support his family. At 17 years old, my best friend Richard joined the army, did his training and left to fight for his country. During his training time, I only got to see Richard at Christmas, but after he left to fight for his country, it was two years until I saw him again. He was 20 years old the next time I saw him, no longer did I see the almost puppyish mischief in his eyes, no longer did a boy stand in front of me, but a man.
For many kids, getting a job or their license would be the highlight of their teenage years, bringing them out the immature bubble that holds tight around a child’s body. But working at Wal-Mart or getting their license, was never a big deal for him, to bring him out to maturity, it took the hardest choice anyone could ever make in their life. Will they sacrifice their body, mind and soul for their country or not? Making that choice gave Richard a better outlook on life and brought the mature man I always knew he was out into the open.
To this date, Richard and I have been best friends for about nine years now, I was quite young when I met him as he is older than me, but I still remember to this date how he used to be. During the time that we grew up together, he was a hooligan at all times. His ‘crazy’ button had been pushed in and seemed to be stuck just as a keyboard key will get stuck in and the letter h strides across your word document at 100mph while you frantically try to pull it out so that you can continue writing your essay before the end of class. Richard got his first motorcycle when he was 13, this started off his cycle of psychotic behavior in my opinion. Living with his grandparents and his two younger cousins, Richard didn’t have many rules in his house. Giving him the fuel to his fire to go out in the middle of the night and ride his dirt bike where ever he pleased, or to get in fights at school.
But the day of maturity did not show up for another couple years, to the point of I was concerned that he was too much like a wild stallion, rearing and bucking at rules and smashing through gates that held him in. It was not until he was 17 years old when I truly saw him change. It was afterschool, I had just gotten home and had sat down at my computer; I signed onto msn and of course Richard was online waiting for me. Double clicking his icon, a window popped up and I typed in ‘Hey, what’s up?’, and got a response of ‘…I need to talk to you about something serious…’ which confused me. Richard was never really the serious guy unless it was something really bad. But as my eyes scrolled over his typed up words, I shuttered at the thought of what might be going through his head.
You see, his grandparents were obviously retired and were getting money from the government to take care of themselves, as well as Richard and his two younger cousins. But it seemed that the government was cutting back on the money that his family was getting and it was already hard enough to live on what they were getting. The family was tight for money and it was hard for a 17 year old boy to get a job that could generate enough money to help support his family. Richard had decided to join the army. Richard had never been one for discipline, but he knew that he could join as he was over 16 and that he could get a significant amount of money to help support his family. At 17 years old, my best friend Richard joined the army, did his training and left to fight for his country. During his training time, I only got to see Richard at Christmas, but after he left to fight for his country, it was two years until I saw him again. He was 20 years old the next time I saw him, no longer did I see the almost puppyish mischief in his eyes, no longer did a boy stand in front of me, but a man.
For many kids, getting a job or their license would be the highlight of their teenage years, bringing them out the immature bubble that holds tight around a child’s body. But working at Wal-Mart or getting their license, was never a big deal for him, to bring him out to maturity, it took the hardest choice anyone could ever make in their life. Will they sacrifice their body, mind and soul for their country or not? Making that choice gave Richard a better outlook on life and brought the mature man I always knew he was out into the open.
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