We go together… Greece

Picture me as a fourth-grade choir student seeing along with my fellow classmates to this 70s classic. Our choir teacher (her name escapes me) made all of us kids get dressed up in sock hop gear. My grandma McKay made me a yellow poodle skirt with a black poodle on the side, complete with sequins. I think I still have the scanner in my closet. I had the privilege of wearing the poodle skirt one more time. It was in the 10th grade. I think I got extra credit for being the only one of my group members who was willing to dress up. After all that effort, I still got a C for the semester. I guess the presentation was a bigger deal than I thought.

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Celebrity Name Game

When mom met me up this morning, she was asking me which celebrity was my favorite, you know favorite female actress or male actor. It reminds me of a one, of one of those party games that are meant to catch you offguard guard. She asked me a bunch of other questions, I answered accordingly. At the end of the game and after I was done using the toilet and eating breakfast… I wished that I would have been able to come up with better responses. I think I said Jim Carrey and Julia Roberts. Looking back however, I would have changed my answers. Jim Carrey would have been a contender but Matthew McConaughey would have knocked him off of the top spot. As far as favorite actresses go, and still would have been Katherine Hagel, even though her career has been put on hold because of her desire to have a family. Mom then switched to questions that were of a more personal nature. That game reminding me of something I saw on one of my all-time favorite TV shows, Charmed. I think the s...

The End of The Bucket List

Noah finally reached #99 today. The reporter and photographer from the local paper had just left, when I arrived. “ The basket hit the ground safely, I see.” “Yes,” he replied. “As you predicted, it would have been more fun with my Emilee. All the couple I went with wanted to do was swill red or white, and talk of his promotion. Emilee would have squeezed my hand lovingly and talked about the beauty of the countryside.” “Well, Noah…They all can not be your Emilee. She was one of a kind. What’s next? I was there at the beginning when you had me write the blasted list.” He was sitting on the edge of the bed when he looked over at me. Tears rolling down his wrinkled cheeks. “Ah, my boy, I wish I had more time on the clock, more things to tick off. ...

Neighbor steals your Christmas tree decorations!

My name is Henry and I am the survivor of a recent kidnapping. My light moment is burned out but at least my plug is still intact. I have no idea what our next door neighbor was thinking, dragging me halfway across the yard like that. Did she honestly believe that I would be at home with a twinkle like infested Rudolf. I know that she has had her eye on me since I came to live with the Smiths about three years ago. I was rescued at about two weeks ago. Little Johnny hopped the fence unplugged me and carried me home under his arm like a football. He didn't set me up quite the way that dad would but I am sure some minor adjustments will be made soon. I'm just happy that I have a new lightbulb and I'm back to where I feel all loved and cared about once again. I know it may seem silly but plastic penguins have feelings too. I missed my family. I still don't understand what Mrs. Smith was thinking. Why didn't she have Johnny come rescue me sooner?

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