10 things I love most...about my best friend

This is a total copy of my mother's most recent post. My mom. What a wonderful person. Not just because she's my mom, she has other good qualities too. She hot-glued a costume together for me this year when an old ally of hers didn't return the pedal for her sewing machine. (It's a jack-o-lantern with a Moutain Dew cap (for my stem.) I could make a list of all of the things I like about her, and I will, because that's what the title says.

1) She has an aptitude for writing. You could give her something to write about and she would have a story in 5 seconds. If you don't believe me read her blog. But she doesn't talk the way she writes, in my opinion.

2) My mom has a killer sense of humor, though I may not understand it sometimes because she's a grown up and has learned more stuff than me and uses it in her jokes.

3) She is really pretty.

4) She helps me when I'm sad and consoles me when I am encountering a tough situation.

5) She is always willing to help. She helped us practice songs in Primary when Sister King was absent and she made fun games. She volunteered to help in Physical Education in my sister's class and was surprised to hear that she had to take over the whole class with no help. Second-graders!

6) My mom is very artistic. She paints robins and made a creative journal with peices of colorful paper and paintings, BUT IT IS NOT A SCRAPBOOK! It's a journal.

7) She is an awesome dancer and ballet teacher. She's taught me well and I can intimidate my friends with my knowing of French ballet words.

8) She takes me to see rodeos and concerts with her.

9) She makes fun of Sarah Palin and McCain adn is one of the very few supporters of Barack Oobama in our red county.

10) She's my mom. Who wouldn't love their mom for going through hours of labor to have them? NO ONE!!

Yes, she is the best mommy I could have. She's funny and watches Saturday Night Llive and other comical news reports with me and she supports Obama. SHE IS THE COOLEST MOM EVER!!

Boasting.doc; Microsoft Word

I usually write free-verse but I think this poem is funniest if it rhymes. I know this isn't, um, professional, but someday I'll write as well as the pros. I was inspired by Shell Silverstein and my mother's good friend, Guy Mayhem.

Boasting

I can fly

Seven feet high

On my trapeze.

So you can go eight

Well, that’s just great

But you really have to hear

That I can wiggle my ears.

Oh, no.

You can wiggle your nose

Back and forth and up and down

Side to side

And all around town.

That’s quite swell

But everyone knows

That I can balance

On my toes!

Oh, dread.

So you can balance on your head.

That is quite an amazing thing,

But I can dance and I can sing,

I can stomp and I can shout

I can laugh and run about.

These things you can do, too

Instead of sit

And brag about you.

What?

What is that terrible thing you say?

You think that I should go and play?

Instead of sit and tell great lies

Of how I can go

Seven feet high?

Well, where did you hear

Such trashy talk?

I think you should take a walk!

Go cool off and get some air

And let us never go back to there

To that state

Where best friends hate

And never, ever congratulate

Each other.

Even still you seem to think

That my brain has got a kink.

I’m sick of you, I really am, you’re a mindless, stupid dope

You think that you are better than me

(Well, you only hope).

So go away

I want to play

Alone.

I’m going to find a new friend

And our friendship will never end.

Oh look, here comes someone now

I think that I

Shall take a bow

Then I’ll look up

And I will say:

“Hi, do you want to play today?”

And they’ll reply, “Yes,

Of course I do,

I was hoping

That you’d play, too.”

Then we’ll trot off together,

Like best friends do.

I’ll then jump up and down

And I’ll touch the sky,

And I’ll nudge my friend and say:

“Bet you can’t go that high.”

box.txt; Microsft Word

Hiding inside my little box

Concealed by these stone walls,

Slipping away with each minute,

Trying to pull myself out.

I call to them, "Hey,

Grab on to my arms

And release me from my gloomy cell!"

But scoffing, they turn away.

And still,

I lurk in the dark,

Not knowing what awaits me.

All I see is pitch-blackness,

Surrounding my trembling body.

I reach out

Expecting warm, welcoming hands to grasp me,

But I feel cold ice,

I feel only dark, gloomy air

Not moving.

Still.

I walk,

And wait,

For someone,

Anyone,

To relieve my pain of not knowing.

I desperately need to escape

This unwelcoming pit,

This box

Which has swallowed me up.

I always ask questions,

Maybe too many,

And that is why they have banished me

Into this world

Of sadness,

Sorrow,

Treachery,

And deceit.

No one but me is here,

Struggling to understand

The meaning of things,

Feeling, feeling

In the dark.

I wish,

I wonder,

And never know.

Freezing stone walls

Block my access to the outside world.

There is no comfort

When I am lost.

I can't see,

Or hear

Let alone understand

What is happening.

But someday, I will step out of this box,

And light will fall upon everything,

And I'll see everything,

Hear everything,

Understand everything.

Nothing will be nothing,

I will be something.

Pathway

I have finished a new painting of a pathway leading to an open sky. My friend thought it was a mountain and so I'm not as proud of it as I was last night while painting it as the third presidential debate played on television.

I asked my art teacher about it and she said that if she had been the artist she would have drawn the mud and stone path going diagonally across the paper. It would have made more sense that way.
I learned about anatomy and proportions in my lesson today and I drew a sort of map of the face. It is scary and cool.

Costume

I'm trying to think of what to be for Halloween--October seems to fly by so fast! Originally I wanted to be Barack Obama, because we found this freaky mask of him at Wal-Mart. But my mom took my idea and said, "No, you get to be Joe Biden." I don't wanna be Biden! As cool as Joe is, I still wanna be Obama!
So then I decided that I should be a pumpkin. But then I thought, Crap, I got rid of my orange turtleneck last year! I was thinking that I could wear green pants, the orange turtleneck, and an orange hat with a stem on it and then stuff my shirt with pillows. I thought it would be cute... but then Mom said I might look pregnant. My idea was spoiled.
I have no idea what the crap to be!!
When we got the Obama mask my mom was bummed that there wasn't a Palin one so she could make fun of her on Halloween. Since there wasn't one she "had no choice" but to take my Obama idea. Errg!
Last year I was a medieval princess thing with a green dress and a white veil. But about three other people had the same costume! The year before that I was this dumb mermaid with pink hair. I looked retarded. I wanna be something cool this year!
I remember years ago that I had a plan to be Alice in Wonderland, but I think I ended up being Elmo or something. I could be Alice this year! I could totally get the whole blue dress, black bow, and I won't even need a yellow wig because I already have the right hair color!
And the way Alice is illustrated in Lewis Carrol's book is about the way she looks in the Disney film.
Then all I need to do is go find some random lost cat and say it's Dinah. Yes! I'm finished.
Where am I gonna find the cat?
I really wish Dustpelt were here. He'd be perfect!
I've never been something scary for Halloween. I remember last year in school there was this girl dressed as Edward Scissorhands... no, way too scary and old.
I was a bat one year, maybe I could be one this year?... no, that was five years ago, the costume won't fit anymore.
Hmm.
I think I'll settle for Alice. Better go find Dustpelt!... er, Dinah!