saturday cartoons

update:

Today i babysat my adorable nephews
and loved it! Me and peter played with Lagos and as an expert team of craftsmen
made a pirate ship complete with a plank that lead to a door... to nowhere. lol
it was great cooper had a nice nap and then we all had lunch. Delicious sandwiches
(my favorite food) and roll ups hmmm good. We all went to the library and my
favorites of the books the boys got were "a jerry sinfield Halloween"
which cooper chose and "bat man" which peter chose both of which were
chosen i believe for the wonderful art. When we got back Margot and Brian took
advantage of my awesome babysitting abilities and went on a date. The boys and
I ate a delicious dinner of dinosaur chicken nuggets, tortilla chips, carrots,
and dried cranberries. With our couch friendly dinner we sat and watched Cinderella.
It was coopers choice but I’d say before anyone that I’m a Cinderella fan and
then we watched a bug’s life which was my choice. Margot and Brian returned
near the end of a bugs life after which quickly ended the evening for peter and
cooper.

 

Yesterday it was snowy and i flung
nephews many times and threw many snow balls and quickly, with the help of both
Jack Frost and Eugene, tired little boys out! Cocoa is tasty i however don’t
know how i feel about pumpkin flavored cocoa. I love the snow and am more glad than
ever for the soon coming letter from BYU-Idaho informing me of my acceptance
and letting me know when I’m starting. Snow here I come! That being said it
will be a hard good bye when we leave on Monday and i will long for sniffley,
snow loving, and a hand full yet so snuggly and hilarious nephews. Like any
great performer this bucket of theatrics they leave you wanting more just
as it should be

poem:

The time of our lives

In seconds and minutes and days

Gives no justice no justice

No justice is given from an understated clock

A cloud of perspective, lost on
ticks and dashes

Counting down days and adding up minutes

Patience is thin in the thick of it all

Skewed by a villain with a place and
a purpose

 

A Politian that cannot deliver a
promise it promises

But not taxing on dinner on play on
service on memories

Then there is justice there is
justice given

To remember a life that was worth
living that was worth living!

 

It is the time of our life!

story:

the familiar rhythim of the shady stone road rumbling underneith the blunt desighn of the wagon was almost a lullyby. the mind of samuel cole as it often did drifted but soon became narowed and tightened until it seemed fastened, almost bolted to the idea the thought the.... red
a wind had been blowing and the dusty, overcasted, dynamic shades of gray  became thined and shafts of red and yellow light shined through cobweb and bare spots in the sky. this was a rare moment that samuel had seen several times over his years. when ever it came it was as if he saw it the first time. it was almost like hope if there was such a thing and if there was what would he hope for? all he knew was gray. he knew gray and purple, which no one saw and hid his face. samuel wished he knew red....

the lullyby of the rattling cart against an unforgiving road came to an end as samueal cole came into the market. samuel guided his muel into a choice place and climbed down out of the drivers seat. he found a resonably comfortable position to lean against his cart of ternips and waited.

"samuel!" called a man
"samuel one of my favorites students!"
"thank you, would you like a ternip or two?" samuel said with all the love and cunning of a greatful student and a distracted salesmen
"well of course, but really how have you been? you seem well" samuel's teacher said
how have you been? what kind of a question is that? samueal could have thought
and would have thought if he had been asked by another teacher or student or anyone for that mater had asked him that
he was gray in a gray town where everything was gray, how he had been was gray!
the same as everybody else
but as it was that wasnt what samuel thought

"I'am doing well" samuel answered knowingly
"there was a red dawn this morning and i know how you enjoy them"
"yes sir" samuel said with a tone of sincear respect
"your a special boy samuel im glad i got to teach you as long as i have. you always seemed to have more then gray" his old teacher said with a smile  " a red dawn is a fitting time for you to start your life after school id say, a fitting time for a summer for you to become...." he trailed off and paused for a moment and seemed to be thinking, chooseing his words carfully. "for you to become more" he said in a whisper

it was not only gray in this fadded town
but color was aggresivily removed unnoficially and seriptiously
it was kept gray by great clandestine force. samuel knew that his teacher for even hinting about samuel being more then gray or even loving red more then gray or as much could lead to his disapearance. just another face that would fade and be forgotten in the gray.

though in the red light of an unusual day samuel cole had a feeling...... that there was more to rise from the ash of a fallen city then just a whisper