Reflection post

This was an assignment that I was not happy to do at first. I really did not think that I could write 300 words or more every night. I hate to say that some nights it was like pulling teeth just to get on the computer and try to get to the 300 words. On those nights it might of took a half an hour or so to get there. I would have to get away from the computer and come back to finish it. I hated those nights. Then there were other nights that I like the topic and really got into the story. It was easy to get to 300 words. I know that I could have gotten more a lot of times but my schedule is pretty hectic and I had to cut the story short. There was one story that I like that I ended by making the reader think of an ending. That was kind of fun. One thing that I do know is that I have to like or relate to a topic to write about it. I felt like it was not a waste of time because I have learned to type faster and do come up with ideas more readily. I have never really read fantasy but have watched fantasy movies. It was easy for me to write about that like the floating island, or the closet. You can make up anything in your mind and it just seems to fit in the story.  I have noticed that my stories have been flowing better than my first ones. I do like that. I really do wish that I liked to write more but I really don't know if I will get there. I am still keeping an open mind and trying to do my best but then again if I am not interested in a topic it is hard to do good because it is very hard to care about something that you are not interested in. I do know that I will probably not be a writer. I don't think that I would like to do this project again. Writing has never come easy to me put this project in the end has helped me.

tryin to find words

This is next to my last post. I have just written a story for English comp1 class so I don't really have much to say tonight. It is hard to find the words. I don't feel like trying to freewrite just to get the 300 words or so that we need. I am feeling a bit frazzled at the moment. My mind is a complete blank at the moment by I will try to keep typing. I know I have been at it to long because I am making a lot of mistakes typing. I am having to go back and correct a lot of my mistakes. I hope I catch most of them but no one is perfect. It is supposed to get kind of bad tonight with freezing rain and sleet. I really hope we don't get that kind of weather. I guess I can't say much it is still winter. It is very grey outside though. I guess it is the cold that I am tired of. It has been a very cold winter this year. I am getting off now because it took 10 minutes just to get this much on the page. I am just not into it tonight.

Famous

I have often thought what it would be like to be famous. I really do not know if I would like it. I mean the money would be great but it seems to me that you have to give up a lot. When I go places nobody usually knows me so I can get around without much excitement. If I was famous everybody would be coming up to you for your autograph or for a picture. Then if you are in a hurry and don't do what they want they say that you are rude. Your free time is not really your own unless you just stay at home. I do believe that some people do like the attention but for the most part a lot of them I guess would like to be left alone. The problem is when you become famous that is part of the deal. Everybody wants to know everything about you so even your long past gets involved. Then you have to deal with your new found wealth. When a person did not grow up with that kind of money and now you have money to burn it can be a little overwhelming. I have seen in the news and papers just what instant wealth can do. When you can get anything you want and no longer really have to work for it, the things you want kind of lose their importance. I guess that is why you see some celebrities that have money but still steal. They need some kind of meaning when they get something. It does not bring them joy to go out and buy it. For me I would love not to have to worry about money but it does make the things that I can get very special. I may not be famous but I am very special and important to a few people. I do have some very good friends that I consider family, and to me when you have that you are rich beyond belief.

The shoeshine kid

Jimmy came from a very poor family. He worked a little shoeshine stall in the early times of America. He worked there to help his family with  money. It was not much, and his father being the proud man he was, would never take it. So when his father would leave the house he would give it to his mother and she would tell his father some story of how she got the money. Jimmy felt very bad for his father because he worked his fingers to the bone for very little pay. Jimmy just felt proud to give what he could. Jimmy did not go to school, but in those days a lot of children did not go to school to help out around the house. The days he did go to school he usually got teased for having old clothes with holes and tattered shoes. He got in many fights. When he would come home he would tell his father about what happened to him that day. He would tell him to just keep standing up for himself and that it will not be like this forever. He would say that God put this family on earth to do wonderful things, somehow that always made him feel better. One day on his way to school he just decided that this day he would shine shoes. He was set up at his booth and this man sat upon the chair. He did like most, making small talk and asking him about his family. Jimmy knew he was poor, but the way he talked it sounded very much like he was proud of who he was. The gentleman asked Jimmy if he would do him a favor. Jimmy looked at him confused but said he would help if he could. The man said that he was from out of town and he was leaving tomorrow but he really needed to pick up an envelope but did not have the time to get it. He said that he would need to have it at the train station at 9:00a.m. because he was leaving for business. The man said that he would pay him for the job but Jimmy said that the train station was very close to his house and it would be no problem. The man told him where to pick up the envelope. Jimmy finished with his shoes and told he man that he would see him a little before nine. When Jimmy was done for the day with shoes he when to pick up the envelope. On his way home he started to wonder what was in the envelope because it was not sealed. He got home and told his father about the gentleman and his request. Jimmy pulled out the envelope to show his father and dropped it. As it fell, it opened and a bunch of money fell out. Jimmy had never seen that much money before in his life and was pretty sure his father had not seen that much before either. Jimmy said that they were rich but his father said that it was not their money and he would do the job that he said that he would do. They both put the money in the envelope and his father told him to give it to the man in the morning and not to take a single dollar. As Jimmy walked to the station he thought about all the things that money could buy. He got to the station and went to where the man was standing. Jimmy slowly handed him the envelope. The gentleman looked at the envelope and seen that it was open. He asked Jimmy if it was all here. Jimmy said that he dropped it and all that money spilled out. He also told him that his father helped him put it back and said to do the right thing. The gentleman said why didn't he just keep the money because if he would not have come the gentleman would not have seen him again. Jimmy said that his father told him that it would not be right to keep money that was not theirs and that a man has to work for what he has. The gentleman was taken by surprise with the honesty the child possessed. The gentleman asked if Jimmy could get his father so he could thank him distilling such values in him. Jimmy returned with his father. His father asked the gentleman if everything was ok and if all the money was still there. The gentleman laughed and told him that he had passed the test. Jimmy's father looked surprised and said what test. The gentleman said that he needed someone to work for him that he could trust and they were the first people that passed the test. The gentleman said that he was very wealthy and he wanted to offer him a job. The gentleman said that if he took the job that they would no longer have to worry about anything. Jimmy's father got a big smile and politely accepted.

My life as a tree trimmer

It all started about last April. I got laid off and needed to have some sort of income. So my wife's uncle cut trees on the weekend. I told him that I could help him and he said that he would give me a try. It was a little more than what I bargained for. When I said that I would help I thought I would be on the ground helping haul brush. Much to my surprise I got to go in the bucket in the air cutting limbs off of the trees. I have never really been scared of heights but being in that bucket 48 feet in the air kind of freaked me out. At that height the bucket does not stay still. Every time that I would move the bucket would sway at least 18 to 20 inches. It is pretty hard work. Some of the limbs are very heavy. I use a one handed saw so I have to catch the limbs with one hand and cut with the other. I am getting stronger but also it wears me out. There is not to much excitement with the job but the days go quick because I am working so hard. I wish there were better ways to make money but the job pays pretty well. That is about there is about tree trimming. It is hard work but worth it. One thing that I do like about the job is that my wife works with me. It does make the trips there and back kind of fun because it gives us time to talk since the drive is about one hour one way. She is the one that hauls the brush. I don't cut the brush very long so it is easy to load on the trailer. Now that I have bored you to death I guess I am through.

writing prompt #712

The mom stopped scolding the toddler for chewing on the wall when she noticed that the toddler had discovered a book typed into the wallpaper. This took her by surprise but she started to wonder who had put it there and what story did it tell? She carefully peeled back the paper and discovered it was a whole book. She didn't start reading it at first but called her mother. She wanted to know if she knew anything about it since she was the previous owner. Her mother said it was impossible because the mom's father built the house. She told her mother she would like her to come over and read it with her. She told the mom that she could be there in a couple of days. It was very hard to wait for her mother but she was able to do it. When her mother got there they went into the room and started to read it. It told of a story of three people that had live over two hundred years ago. They had not read for very long when the older woman dropped the paper. The younger woman asked what was the matter. The older woman said that the names were different but it was telling the story of those two and the mom's father. They started to read even further. At times it made them laugh, and other times it made them cry. For days they read the story. They thought that the mom's father had placed the story there until they got to the father's death. It was very graphic and even told of the exact time, date and where he was when he passed. They could not believe their eyes. They asked each other if they should read on and decided to see how far the story would go. They read about the younger woman's giving birth to her two sons. They kept reading but both got a chill when they read how the mother stopped scolding the child for chewing on the wall when she noticed that the toddler had discovered a book typed in the wall paper. There was a lot of book left to read but they stopped and decided not to read any further because they thought it was not right to know their future. They took down all the wallpaper in that room and carried it to the back yard. The mom got some gas from the garage and walked back over to the mother. They both decided that burning it was the only way that they would not read it. So the younger woman poured the gas onto the wallpaper and the older woman lit a match and threw it on the pile of paper. When all the paper burned to ash they looked at each other and smiled. The older woman grabbed the younger woman by the hand and said lets go inside and decide how we want our story to end.

To be an animal

What if a person could be any animal they could what would you be? I have thought about it and I am not sure. I think being a type of bird would be great. Flying would be such a rush. Soaring through the air an currents and on your own power would b a feeling that a person could not explain. Then I have thought about being some sort of cat. It really doesn't matter big or small they just seem to be the masters of there kingdoms. To be that stealthily and agile would be pretty cool. Their reflexes are so fast. They just seem to know everything about their surroundings. I have thought about being a bear. They are not the quickest animal out there but what they don't have in speed they have in strength. Just to know that you are the biggest and strongest out there would be an amazing feeling. When you walk around everybody else walks around you. There are so many animals that every person can think of that they want to be. The best animal that I can think of is man. We have the power to do amazing things. We have the technology to create and destroy. We have the reasoning to think abstract thoughts. We chose who are mates will be not just instinct. We chose to have kids or not. It is just that we have choices and decide what we want to be. I know it would be cool to be one of those animals for a short time but I would not trade places for anything. I love my life and really could not see me any other way.

Struggles

Life is all about struggles. It first starts as we are born. Just taking our first breath is a miracle in itself. Then all the struggles along the way. At some point in time you have to find a way to sooth yourself at night to go to sleep when your parents think it is time. Then you start getting teeth and that makes us cranky. Now it is time to walk. how many bumps and bruises we get with that. Then when you learn to walk you need to find a way to slow down. Then comes school. You are ripped from your parents to a bunch of total strangers and people tell you it will be ok. Then while in school some are teased and make school miserable. Then there is high school, bodies change, you get weird feelings and don't understand at the moment why. You start liking people of the opposite sex. You can't even start to understand them you just know you want to be with them. Then comes college. You find that you have a new found freedom. You just want to have fun, unfortunately that comes with a price. If a person makes it successfully thru college then finding a job. Along the way you fall in love and marry. After the honeymoon is over you find out that marriage takes work. Then comes kids and all of a sudden you realize that this little one truly depends on you. Like your job or not you will keep it so you have money coming in. The kids grow and you hope to God that you have taught them right. Well that is where my story ends because this is the point in life where I am at. Right now I am trying to figure out a way so my daughter will go to college. She is only 14 but finding funds for that takes time. Well, I guess I will get to my point. Struggles are everywhere I believe they are here to make a person stronger. If you can get through one what is there to say that you cannot make it through the next one. When you find yourself struggling take a deep breath and tell yourself you can get through this. Just remember you are a strong person even though you may not feel like it. Tomorrow will be a better day.

The choice

John Jones has an average life. He is very timid so he avoids confrontation. He works to support his family but hates his job. He has values but has never stood up for them. He dreams big but has come to the realization that none will come true. He just goes about his days as he goes about every other day just trying to get by. One day like any other he was off to work. His office was not to far from his house, maybe 8 blocks, so he usually walks. On his route he stopped at the coffee shop to get a cup. He likes his black. He did not at first but it makes him feel more like a man. He left the coffee shop thinking how miserable this day will be. He often wonders what it would be like to tell his boss of and quit. It makes him get a little smile on his face when he has that daydream. So there he was off to work just like all the other people. He is always considerate of others but most of the time people are not considerate of him. On his way to work he walked passed this alley and seen a man and a woman. The man was pushing and yelling at her. He stopped and looked for a moment. He thought about leaving and making his way to work but knew he would not be able to look his wife and kids in the eyes. He always tried to teach his kids beliefs and to stand up for those beliefs even though he knew himself that he has not done a very good job of it. He slowly started down the alley. He started to sweat and his heart was starting to race. He got close and asked if there was anything wrong. The woman's face was white with fear and the man yelled at him to leave or else. He asked again if everything was ok. The man told the woman if she left that he would find her and kill her, John could see she was to afraid to move. The man moved toward John and shoved him. John tried to get around the man and get to the woman but this time he punched John in the gut. John went down to a knee because his got the wind knocked out of him. The man started to yell at John. He pulled out a gun and held it to John's head. The man smiled at John and said how much of a coward he was. John looked at he woman with the most sad look. The woman started to cry uncontrollably because she though this was it. The man got very angry because he told the woman to stop crying and she wouldn't. He looked at John and told him that it was all his fault. He hit John in the cheek with the gun. John went down on his hands and knees. He was bleeding under his right eye now. The man laughed. At that moment John did not feel fear but anger. He could feel all the years of being put down and being bullied coming to a head. In that instant he did not think he reached up and hit the man right in the jaw. The man started to aim the gun John's way but John jumped on the man. They started to fight and the man lost the gun. John was the first to reach the gun. While still on the ground he rolled over onto his back and aimed the gun at the man. The man stopped and looked at John. He said to call the police, it didn't matter because he would be out in a day or so. The smile on the man's face faced vanished when John drew the hammer back on the pistol took steady aim and........

60 degree day finally

Today it was 60 degrees. It has been a cold winter and 60 degrees feels very welcome at the moment. The problem with that is if it turns cold again it actually feels worse than it should. I don't want to think about that at the moment. What sucks today about being 60 degrees is I had to be inside all day. I had classes all day and a lab after so I did not get home until after five. I did get to eat lunch in my car though but that made me think even worse about leaving and enjoying the day. I had a test that I believe I bombed so leaving was a really god thought. I stayed because I have lab at the end of the day. I need the lab hours for my program so I did the right thing by staying. There was so much I could have done on a nice day like today. I was daydreaming of getting my kids out of school and going to Ha Ha Tonka State Park. That place has a lot of trails to hike. You could hike all day and never finish all of them. One trail even goes to the lake. There is a castle that was rebuilt, well the stonework on the outside anyway. We take our kids there often in the summer when it is not to terribly hot. There is even a big spring that flows out from underneath a bluff. A person used to be able to jump off the bluff into the spring but the Department of Natural Resources put a stop to that. It was fun while it lasted though. I see their point of stopping it. Someone could get hurt by doing it. One of the trails is called Devil's Kitchen. You hike up a hill for a while then you have a decent hike down a slope to what they call Devil's Kitchen. It is a cool place. It is a bluff with a shelf on it that you can walk totally across. The bluff slopes over the shelf so if it is raining you will not get wet. The bluff also curves. It curves so much it make two thirds of a circle. When I am there I just can't help but think that the Indians had to have used this for shelter. The ground at the base of the bluff during the winter puts out fog or steam so I guess that is how it got it's name. I just think that it was a good daydream.

I just don't know

I really just don't know. It is getting harder and harder to find something to write about. I go through the writing prompts on Ms. A classroom but most don't just pop out at me. It kind of frustrates me to write about something that I can care less about. I am not a person to think of a lot of fluff just to be able to make the 300 words or so of writing we have to do nightly. I have already missed a couple I think just because I could not think of anything to write. I am a person that usually does not use that many words to get to my point so this class has been difficult. I have had times where I was able to write easily because what I was writing about interested me. I have not yet found a whole lot that has interested me. My schedule is very busy. I am taking 14 hours this semester and trying to work. I have a wife and two kids that also need some attention, well the little it seems that I can give. I really wished I liked to write more but the farther into the class we get the more I know I will not be a writer. I need this class for a prerequisite so I am going to try to do my best, but I hope the instructor thinks that also. I don't think this is 300 words but it is getting late and I have to get some sort of sleep because I have two tests tomorrow for anatomy and chemistry. I have tried to study for both of them but I hope the time I spent was enough. I am getting pretty tired and I think that I will just babble on if I try to type any further. I think I am close to 300 words so on that note I will say good night.

The morning

One day I woke up in my room and something felt off. I got out of bed, opened my bedroom door and I looked at what appeared to be a beach. I kind of freaked out because I was at home when I went to bed. I got dressed and went outside. I seen something in the distance on the sand. I went over to take a look and there was a big box. I opened the box and found a knife, a rifle with shells, and a flint. After I took all that out I looked into the box and there was a piece of paper. I picked up the paper and all it said on it was good luck. I started to look around. I was yelling to see if anybody could hear me. I yelled for what seemed like an hour with still no reply. I thought to myself what should be the first thing I do. I knew that I needed to find some water. I went into the woods and searched for a while. I heard running water so I decided to check it out. There in front of me was a stream. I was thirsty so I tried a little drink to see if it was salty. I was relieved that it was not. The stream was not that far away so it would be easy to go there every day. I was feeling worried because I was getting hungry. I knew that I did not see anything searching for water. I went back to the beach to get the rifle and shells. I loaded the rifle and hoped for the best. I searched for a while with no luck. I also thought that I would need fire so I started picking up all the dead wood I could find. I built a big pile of wood for the first nights fire. I piled small dead leaves first, then small wood, then bigger pieces. I used the knife and flint to create a spark that fell on the dead leaves. The fire started fairly quickly and I thought to my self that was very lucky. I was now very hungry but I was getting tired from what I have been going through. I decide to get some sleep and wake up as soon as possible to try and hunt something down for food. It was hard to go to sleep because all that was going through my mind. It seemed like an eternity before I was able to finally fall asleep. Before I got to sleep, the only thing that I could think about is why I was here. I woke up the next morning and there was a big bright light in my face. I thought what the hell was this. The light move out of the way any there was a person. He introduced himself as Dr. Cooper. He said that I was part of an experiment on dreams. He said they are trying to find out a person would react in the situation that they put a person into. He said that the experiment has been going on for some time and they only keep a person for one night. I told him that I do not remember signing on for any of this. He showed me the paperwork with my signature on it. He said that it was common for a person to lose some short term memory for a little while but that it would come back. He thanked me and had his associate help me to the door. There was a cab waiting for me to take me home. I got home and my wife said how was the experiment. I said it was the weirdest thing that I have ever been a part of. I started to explain everything to her.

About being 41

My year being 41 will be a time I probably will never forget. I had a job that I hated but at least I had a job. I hated it enough that my wife told me to quit. I told here that there are not that many jobs around so I should stay where I am at. Then my job got cut because of downsizing. I was very nervous and scared. I have always had I full time job since getting out of high school. this was very strange to me. I did not have to get up early and get unemployment to help with my bills. I have had a weekend job for a while that pays pretty good so money was not going to be a big problem. I tried to think of what I would do in the future. With no jobs to be found around here the future was uncertain. My wife said that I should go back to school. I laughed and told her what was a 40 something going to do. She said you need to find something to do. I thought long and hard. I finally set my sights on nursing. There is kind of a shortage at the moment and the pay is pretty good. I like to help people so I figure that I will give this a really good shot. Then she got the ball rolling for me at OTC. I got very nervous again. I have not been in a school setting for 23 years. I have to say that some of the classes I even think are fun. Unfortunately, I think some are not that fun but you have to take the good with the bad. The experience has been very good so far. My weeks seem to be very hectic now. There are some weeks that I don't know if I can get it all done. My wife says just take a deep breath. I usually do get stuff done with no problem. Well this is how stuff went for me at 41. There was excitement, fear, anxiety, but I think that what I went through has just made me stronger. I am 42 now so maybe at the end of this year I will tell you how this year has turned out. It is going good so far.

The wish

What if people just had to wish for something and it came to be? That to me would sound pretty cool for a while but I imagine it would get old. I mean there is a lot of things that I want and to get them would be pretty cool. Then there would be that moment that you have everything you ever wanted and reality would set in. I would think to myself what have I just done. I know I feel pretty proud when I have to work for something to get it. People would not have to work for anything. They would get lazy. There would not be any weight issues and everybody would start to look like. They would all want to be perfect. There would start to be a population problem because nobody would die. Sickness would be nonexistent. People would start to get depression because what do they have to look forward to. There would be a lot of suicides. People would start to commit crimes just to get some sort of excitement. Then there would be those that would want to rule others so that will lead to war. Brothers would fight against brothers, countries would fall, and basically we would destroy each other. The human race will never be ready for power like that. People are to corruptible. What is that saying, absolute power corrupts absolutely. I think that most people are just fine having to work for what they get. It gives meaning and purpose to their lives.

Writing prompt 770 Floating forest

When she told me she lived in a floating forest, I thought she was crazy. But no, there it was, just like she said. I thought to myself, how amazing. This big boat with this forest on top. The boat was very rusty and looked like it was in need of repair. She said that this boat was made over 200 years ago and was made very strong. I asked how come nobody has heard of this boat before. she said that it was a very special project and was of high security. I was wondering why am I able to get so close. I could not help myself and asked why am I able to see it. She laughed at me and said every once in a while they have to come ashore. She said one person gets to meet them but they are not concerned because even if they tell who would believe them. This project has had such high security most people even high up in the government does not even know. I could not help myself and asked if I could come aboard. She said that I could but under no circumstances was I able to touch any of the animals. I agreed but was wondering was she meant by that. We boarded and I could see that all the trees were very mature. Most of the trees were very, very big. All the trees had a lot of vines growing on them. She asked if I would like to walk in the forest with her and I said yes. I was getting very excited with anticipation. We walked to the trees and parted the vines. We walked in and my breath was taken away. I seen a lot of animals that were not the size that they were supposed to be. It was full of life but all the animal were miniature. I asked her how this could be. She told me that it was evolution but faster. She said that she was a scientist and was studying the animals. She said it was time for me to go but I asked for more time. She told me that if I stayed that I would be very hazardous to the animals. She told me that there are only a couple of people that get to stay with the animals at a time and that the time they stayed was for 20 years. She escorted me off the boat and took of the ropes that held the boat to the dock and they motored away. to this day I don't really know if it was real or just a cool dream.

I believe credo

I believe in doing what is right. Doing right not only makes you feel good, it gives you a sense of pride. I think in life that it is either black or white. I think to many people think that there is a grey area. I do not believe that for one moment. The grey area that they talk about is to justify there actions because they chose to ignore the black and white.

What to Write

Today I will basically type what comes to my mind.  I will just freewrite today. I am having kind of a hecktic day today. There just seems like there is not much time to get all the tings done that I have to do. I am trying to see if I cant type more word today than I did last time. It is cold outside today maybe 24 degrees. My dogs are outside. They don't mind the cold it seems. I let them in at night to sleep in the house but diring the day I let them outside. It is very hard for me to h=just babble on with nothing to say but I will give it a try. It has been 4 minites and I think that I am doing fairly well. I get a chill so IT is kind of hard to type. My fingers just don't seem like they want to work for me right now. My dogs are barking but I don't know at what. I have to go bowling tonight and hope that I do well. Ireally like to bowl. I like the sports that you do not have to depend on opther people. When you do bad you just have to blame yourself. I really do hope that it warms up soon. The furnace just seems to run a lot lately. I don't know how much lojnger I can keep typing but I am going to try. I kinds of gets boring by myself here during the day. I can get stuff done without any distractions but I miss my family. I know they have to go to school but I still wish they were here.I know they miss me when I go bowling because I uauallly leave before they get home and I don't get back until they are fast asleep. That really sucks. I also have to get new tieres on my car. Ireally does not seem fair that you make all the monet that you can and you have to spend it as fast as you make it. Well time is about up so there is really not that  much moe that  I will have to type. I am kind of tired so hat does not help. I wonder if I am getting any faster at typing. It would be great if

332 that is more than last time.

The closet

My daughter had been acting strange lately and I am not sure why. One day I went into her room when she was at school and I decided search her room. I was worried that she might be hiding something. I have tried to talk to her but she was distant. I started to search her room and did not discover anything out of the ordinary. I opened her closet and started to look around. I looked all along the floor. I looked on the shelves above her clothes. I found nothing. I pulled her clothes apart to see if anything was behind and I found that there was a door. I thought that it was strange because we have not lived in the house very long and it was not there when we moved in. I reached out to turn the knob and it was locked. I pulled and pulled but I could not get the door open. It would not open so I decided to wait for her to get home. I started walking out her room and heard a noise from her closet. I went back to see what it was and the door was open. I kind of freak out because I thought of all those horror movies that I have seen. I got to thinking my daughter has been acting strange and I need to know why. I got my rifle and a flashlight and I decided to check it out. I opened the door and there was a long corridor but I can see a glimmer of light at the end. I cautiously walked down the corridor to the light. I got to the light and it seemed to open to the outside. It was very bright so I needed to walk outside for my eyes to adjust. I walked out and it was a totally different world. I now was totally freaking out. The strange thing is that it was quiet. It felt peaceful but I was still on my guard. I walked a little from the opening and it felt like I was being watched. I called out to see if anything was out there. I got no answer. I thought to myself maybe I should call on others to help me with my situation. I turned around and right behind me stood this thing. I don't really know how to explain this creature. It had the head and wings of an eagle and the body of a cat. I stared it right in the eyes and it smiled. It said to me you must be Doddlebug's father. I did not even think about the rifle I ran around the beast and went back into the corridor. I ran to the door and went through. I closed the door and went to the garage. I picked up a hammer, nails and some lumber. I went back into the house and went to my daughters room. I nailed the door shut. I got my gun and sat on my daughters bed looking at the closet. I am waiting for her to get home so she can explain to me what the hell is going on.

Know your audience analysis post

This was an interesting assignment. I thought most of the questions were unique. It seems that most people had a fairly decent childhood. This seems to be a diverse group of people. They all seem to like the class because most the posts seem to be pretty thought out. Some of the answers to the questions were vary random not matching with anybody else. It seems that everybody is family orientated. They love spending time with loved ones and would want them on a deserted island with them, along with a knife and flint. Most all seem to like sports. It is interesting because it hit about 50-50 with the abstract literal thinking. I do agree with them that the best gift would be my children. I was thinking more in lines of material things so I put a wood lathe. I am glad to see that this group has a sense of humor and not to serious with life. I am also glad to see that most like to spend most of their free time with loved ones. I like to spend time with loved ones because you never know how much time you really have with them so I like to have my time count. One thing that I did not like to see is that about half the people in class plan to leave the Springfield area after school. I live about 65 miles away but this area is the best place to be in my book. Most people in the class seem to go toward the sciences and math. I have to say that I go to the sciences myself. Most the class would either be a cat or bird either way both animals tend to look like they feel free.  I liked the assignment but for my audience I don't really know who it would be. There were a lot of people that have the same values that I do. I do not know if they would have the same tastes I do. My audience would be the people that write what they want without worrying about if it would offend someone. I don't mean purposely try to offend someone but I know you cannot please everybody. I just think it feels right to you the person should be able to put it to paper. If the person is confident of who he is and not afraid to stand up for what he believes in, that would be the audience for me.

What I have learned so far.

It is interesting I never thought that I would like to write. I do have fun with these blog posts. I don't know how many more ideas I can come up with but the ideas that I have come up with I had no problem coming up with 300 words. It is getting easier to keep typing without pausing to think of something to say. Now don't get me wrong I still have times when I have big pauses but those are getting fewer and fewer. I don't really mind the reading either. I never really read before so my wife is shocked that I am not complaining about it. I have used the resource tab the other day to get a writing prompt. There are so many prompts there. It is still kind of hard to organize my thoughts and type them out in the right order. I am quite pleased of the progress that I am making. I know that I am still a newbie at writing. I have liked what I have wrote but I don't really know if anybody else does. I know that these blogs are more for fluency to get our number of words up but it would be nice to get some input. I notice that I am getting quicker at typing. I don't seem to make as many mistakes as I used to. I still make quite a few mistakes but it seems that I catch them when I do them. This class has made me look into myself more. Unfortunately, I have worked very hard today so getting on the computer and typing today seems to be a big chore. Most days I really don't mind these posts but today my brain is a little foggy. I try to get to these lessons earlier but taking 14 credit hours this semester I don't really have time for a lot. My wife tells me just 14 more weeks and I will be on summer break. I feel bad for my wife and children because with all the class work that I have to do this semester and working on the weekends I just can't give them the attention that they need. I tell them that I am sorry and they smile at me and say it is ok dad it will not be forever. I am looking forward to spring break just so I can have a break. My wife tells me that this will all be worth it but at times when I am so tired and still have a lot of work to do I just can't see it. I know for a fact that it will be worth it though. I just look into my kids eyes and see the smile on their faces and know I am doing this for them.

No Pain and Indestructable

I found a writing prompt that said if you got one whole day where you were both unable to feel pain and totally indestructible what would you do with that 24 hour period. This is quite an interesting topic. There is a lot of things that as a kid I have thought of but as an adult it just would not work. The kid in me says to rob a bank. The adult in me says are you stupid. there would be people hurt or maybe killed. Those people are fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, or some body's child. The adrenalin junkie in me would love to jump out of an airplane without a parachute and watch the ground come. That would be truly scary. I would also like to go to the Middle East where we are fighting. I would love to fight those psychos and not feel any shots or bombs. I would really be able to help. I would like to find some adult bully and start a fight with them. It would be so funny to watch them hit me over and over and I get back up every time and ask for more. I would love to see the fear in their eyes when I start to fight back when they get tired. I would like to fight a tiger. I would love to fight a lion. I would love to fight a bear. I would love to swim with great white sharks while I am holding a bloody fish. I would like to pester a cobra. I would ask someone to hit me with their car at 60 mile per hour. I would like to be sent up in an airplane by myself an let the plane crash with me in it. I basically would like to do everything that people fear. If you got to do that how empowering that would be. The thing that sucks is, what if you did not know it was for just a day. I would pretty much die the next day. You know now that I think about it that would be a lousy thing to get. I really don't think that someone should have that kind of power. People in general I think are good. I think that their are some people that would use the power for doing bad. It would be too much of a temptation for people especially these days. There are way to many people out of work. It is bad but even good people get desperate. I hope that nobody ever gets that kind of power.

Life of my pencil

I lie here on the desk and think to myself why don't I get used more. I am a very handy thing to have around. I can create works of art, novels, doodles, or whatever anybody can think of. It is a big shame that I don't get used more. The computer gets all the glory now. The only time it seems that I am needed now is when he has to do his math homework. He has been using me for his anatomy and chemistry also, but soon as he is done I get put back on the desk. I remember the glory days before computers. He used to use me all the time. He used to love to doodle, which is my favorite too. I think that when you doodle your imagination gets flowing and that is when creativity starts. He is at the computer at the moment looking out the window at his dogs. He watches them a lot. It is kind of cold here where I am at on the desk. I am looking at him just wishing that he will pick me up and doodle again, I truly miss it so. The printer is right next to me. He has been using it a lot lately. It is so noisy. I hate that damn thing. I like it when one of his children get to use me. They still doodle, especially the young one. The problem is that when the young one really starts getting creative he tells him not to forget to put me back where I belong. The little one usually does not doodle for much longer because he does not want to forget to put me back. If he only knew how lonely I am anymore. I think tonight they are going to play cards and the dice games that they like so I know I will get used for a while to keep score. The other day I got nocked off the desk and fell to the floor. The little one forgot to put me back up and their puppy started to chew on me. I did not hurt because he is a very small pup yet and he does not have very big teeth yet. He found me in time so I did not get chewed in half. I might have some dents and scratches, but all in all, I am fine. So here I am just lying here like I was at the beginning of this pitiful little story. I will wish and hope that I get used more but I won't hold my breath. I will just be patient and wait for that damn computer to shoot craps. It seams that a lonely old pencil can outlast a computer these days. I don't become obsolete just after a few years. I will be here when the computer goes, and when it does I would love to say to him how do you like me now.

What a shame

As the sun rose I thought to myself what a good life that I have. I feel strong, healthy, and free. I feel the sun on my face and there is no better feeling than that. It is starting to get somewhat cold in the evenings but warms up nicely during the day. I love to watch the squirrels gather nuts and run around chasing each other. I love to see the birds singing their songs and flying through the sky. There are so many animals around here the woods are rather noisy at times. This is my home, and even though sometimes it seems that there is so much noise that I can't think I still would not trade it for the world.
It is funny for the last couple of weeks the same whitetail buck has been rubbing on the same sapling. Lately though the deer seemed to be spooked a little. When they hear something that does not sound normal they jerk there heads up and put their noses in the air. I am really not sure why they do that, it makes them look funny. Here lately I have been seeing figures in the woods that I cannot explain. They are not an animal that I have seen before. I can hear something in the distance, it is very noisy. There are two of those animals coming over here. Why are they putting things around those trees. They are very colorful. They are coming over to me. I say hello but it seems to be on deaf ears, how rude. They are talking to each other but I cannot understand what they are saying. It is not a language that I have heard before. They are both holding something in their hands. They are shiny with a long piece sticking out of it. They are very close to me. They are circling me and I am not sure why. They both pick up those things in their hands and touch me with it. I tell them to stop and I don't know why they can't here me. They both draw back those things and hit me with them. It hurts and I tell them to stop. I have never felt this feeling before. They are putting me in so much pain, but I cannot stop them. I am so scared. I call to all my friends but nobody comes. They have taken so much of me from my base. I am starting to feel very weak. I really don't know how much longer I will last. I start to scream to all my bird friends that I am sorry that I cannot be here for them anymore. The pain is so intense that I don't think I can take it anymore. Then I feel the breeze in my branches the sun in my face for one last time. I get to smile one last time before I can fell myself fall and everything fades to black.

I believe in hunting

I do believe in hunting and I know a lot of people think it is barbaric. It is how one time of year that I can get free meat, but it is not really free. Hunting takes time and effort. It does take me away from family time, but I think it is worth it. It also gives me some sort of sick rush I guess, but before anybody starts to get offended let me take you to what I get out of hunting. Hunting for me, is first and foremost to get meat for my family. It makes me think, as a man how I can provide for my family. We process all our own game. It is a special feeling knowing that I got what we are eating on my own. Now let me tell you the process. First I wake up very early to get some sort of breakfast and get dressed.  Then I go out on the front porch and spray on some sort of scent blocker in the hopes that if the wind does not work my way the animal would not smell me, and it has worked pretty good so far. I then have a walk to my stand. I am fortunate to live on the same land that I hunt so I don't have to walk more than a third of a mile. Unfortunately, I always begin all my hunts in the dark. I take a little flashlight with me so I can see my way. I have hunted the same spot for years so I know my way, but I take the flashlight just in case there is some sort of hole or something else in the ground that might make me trip. Then I get to my stand. I have a ladder stand, for people that don't know what that is, it is basically a ladder with a platform for your feet and a seat for the hunter to sit on that is bolted to the top of the ladder. I climb the ladder and take a seat. I usually have a wait for the sun to rise. When the sun rises it is a beautiful sight. The birds come alive with all their various songs. The squirrels start to run back and forth on the ground and on the branches. It never fails that one squirrel wants to run across right where I am sitting. The squirrel usually gets to within feet from where I am at before it stops and starts to chitter at me. It really sounds mad. It then gets bored of looking at me and runs off. I then get to enjoy a break in all the songs and sounds of the woods and it becomes silent. It is not an eerie silence but of a silence of peace. I look around at all the sights the woods have to offer and I think what a wonderful place and what a wonderful life that I truly have. I usually have time to think about my life, my family, pretty much all the peaceful things in my life. Then it happens, the unusual sounds of the leaves and I think to myself, this can't be a squirrel. I sit at the ready waiting for what made that sound. I hope it is not a squirrel, sometimes it is but sometimes it is not. This is the time that it is not a squirrel. I see the deer and I get into a totally different mindset. It is not of calm, but not chaotic either, just an intense focus on what I came here to do. I usually have enough time to stand up because I am elevated enough that I can move slow without the deer seeing me. I get my bow ready. I do not like to shoot more than forty yards. I practice out to sixty yards, and I am confident with shooting at sixty yards but, I am shooting at a nonmoving target when I practice and the deer move around a lot. When I know that the deer will come into range I will place my hand held string release on the bowstring. My heart now will go into overtime, my breathing will quicken some, and I will get a flood of excitement. I now think to my self that I am going to kill this animal. I don't know where the felling comes from but it is very primal. The feeling is very animalistic. You don't really think of the animal just what you came here to do. I don't know that all hunters feel like this but this is the feeling that I get with bowhunting. When the deer gets close enough for a shoot you wait for the right moment. You draw the bow and settle the string against the tip of your nose and the lobe of your ear. You only look at a little spot on the deer where you want the arrow to hit. You let the deer get broadside and place your bowsight on that little spot. You take a deep breath and try to calm your whole body. Only when I am satisfied with everything will I let the arrow fly. I watch the arrow fly until I see it hit it's mark. I then go to the animal. I don't think of the downed deer as a prize. I think to myself that I am sorry that this animal had to die so my family has meat, but I am also greatful for the meat. I am not ashamed at what I have just done. Hunting to me is a tradition and it is a tradition that I will pass down to my kids.

I Believe Freewrite

I am writing about I believe to make wooden bowls. It is really no that hard but they turn out really pretty. First you have to mount a chunk of wood of the faceplate. Then you mount the faceplate tjo the wood lathe. After that you start the lathe and uae a bowl gouge. you srti it up and prees the bowl gouge into the wood. it really goes smoother if you don't jpress that hard. you do the joutside first and get the basis shap that you want the you take it off the faceplate anf mount the wood in the bowl chuck. then you have to goufe out the inside of the bowl. Y ou have to leave it bout on inch thtick. Then you let it dry for 4 to 6 months. After that you remount it it the bowl chuc and get it to the final shapw. aftert that you use a scaper and geet all the tool marks out of the bowl if you can. Then to have to sand the bowl. when you are done sanding you have to seanson the bowls with beeswax and mineraloil . I usually give the bowls awa to people that I know. They all seem to like the bowls I create. I did sell some some bowls this Christmas and made about 300 daollars. It does get me very comferable. It is hard to write for ten minutes but I am trying. It seems athat my thought are atraying form he subject. It is cold outside today. My dogs don't seem to mind the cold but I sure do. our houae ia old so it id kin of hard to heat. my electric bill is always high ing the winter. I did buy a infrared funrnace thought it seems to help. QWe alsio use two other litte heaters. This deer season wst nor the best .

My word count is 298

This I Believe

1. I believe that I am a good father.
2. I believe that I love to hunt.
3. I belive  that I am a good husband.
4. I believe that I am a good friend.
5. I believe that I love to make wooden bowls.
6. I believe that I have a pretty good life.
7. I believe that it is cold outside.
8. I believe that is hard to do I believe for ten minutes.
9. I believe that I love my 3 dogs.
10. I believe that this is overwhelming.
11. I believe the thermometer outside reads 22 degrees.
12. I believe that I am starting to ramble on.
13.I believe that my workspace is messy.
14. I believe I like to drink mountain dew.
15 I believe that I need to start workling out again.
16. I believe that I am starting to feel my agwe more these days.
17. I believe that I am going to watch the super bowl today.
18. I believe that the Denver broncos will win the superbowl.
19. I believe that ther are five people in my house at the m,oment.
20. I believe than I really can't think of anything else right now.
21 I believ that I am feeling rather frazzled right now.
22. I believe that my wife is a good teacher.\
23. I believe that this assignment is driving me nuts.

Jung Typology reflection post

First off the test said that I was ESTJ,(Extravert 44%, Sensing 12%, Thinking 62%, and Judging 44%) which I think is a very good assessment of myself. I don't know at the moment how the test can help me in college writing. I really am just starting out in writing. The last writing that I have done was in high school, and we really didn't have to do that much. I know that I want to do well, and I know I will work hard to get there. My personality profile also tells me that I will work hard. This was an interesting test to take. I believe that I know myself fairly well and nothing surprised me about the results. It actually enforces what I already think about myself.