Onehundred Fourtyseven

"If eggnog wasn't so delicious, would people just revert back to rum?" asked Henry. "No," replied James. "I think they would go to chocolate milk, or perhaps they would instead go to wine. After all, chocolate milk isn't really a celebratory drink and perhaps seen more for kids." Henry thought it over a little, holding his chin with his left hand. "Tell me James, why do people need a celebratory drink? Isn't the fact that it's Christmas reason enough to celebrate?" inquired Henry. "Well yes it is, Henry. But you see," answered James "People enjoy celebrating holidays with food and drink, hence the turkey dinner. And what would turkey be without something to wash it down with?"

"But I like turkey just the way it is. I think Nanna puts in just the right amount of stuffing, and the cranberries do compliment it nicely. And let's not forget the gravy." said Henry. "Mmmmmm" Both boys said as one. And so, the boys continued to sit and think of the meal to come, the meal of Christmas. They were looking out the round window from their room, down at the kids playing football in the field across the street and to the right. They had been sent there because of a disagreement they had with their father about-

Just then there was a rap on the door. "Henry, James? Are you too still sore?" It was mother, come to look up after the boys. They were supposed to be working on their mathematics but instead she found them staring out the window like a couple of ...well a couple of boys wanting to be out on a day so nice as this one. It was late September and the weather was, as was the common thought, quickly running out of warmth. It would be a shame to waste such a day indoors, but such was the punishment for-

"Mary? Do you think we could talk a moment?" called father. His tone meant now and his face was losing patience. He did not want the mother of his children giving in to sad faces, and because of what the boys had done, did not want them to see a pleasant face for a good long while.

Onehundred Fortysix

Sitting in the warmth of the sun, in her favorite rocking chair by the east window, she was reading the latest book by her favorite author. She was stuck on the last chapter, or rather the first sentence because if began to read that would either bring about a sad ending or a rather cursed cliff hanger. It seemed to her that there was no way the author could end such drama in one last chapter, and yet it seemed unlike the author to do this to his readers. Perhaps the author was wanting to try and start a series for the first time, as all his previous books were all beginning, middle, and end stories, maybe this was his first attempt in continuity.

If this was such an attempt, she didn't like it one bit. This sort of ending was no sort of way to treat your loyal readers. She didn't know which was worse: a cliff hanger or a sad ending. The story has been so good up until the previous chapter, or rather the last two paragraphs of the previous chapter. When she turned the page that was when she realized she was on the last chapter of the book. It didn't seem possible at first, she flipped the pages but no other chapters were ready and waiting. She went to the table of contents and saw that chapter 30 was in fact the last chapter.

What a cruel way to bring such a wonderful story to an end, whether that was a brief ending only to be continued or it was a definite ending was yet to be seen... and who did he think he was, ending a book in such a way?! How dar- ! She slammed the book shut, as if it has been a door in the author's face. There was no way she could go on now and perhaps ending before the worst should happen would be the best way to remember the story. Yes, that's what she'd do. Just leave the book locked away in the attic and come up with a better ending. Then she would write a letter to the author and tell him how she felt.

She got up to fetch a pen and paper... but the book was still in her hand and she was still sitting in the chair. The chapter had a bit of length to it, perhaps a hero comes and saves the day at the last moment. Perhaps there's still hope left, still a chance for a good ending. She had quiet enjoyed the author's previous works, he hadn't let her down before ...yet.

Onehundred Fourtyfive

You know what I like about bunnyhugs? They're warm and fuzzy and comfortable, but best of all they have pockets. You know what I like about pocketed shirts? Uh, well... neither do I but I like them.

I was thinking about getting an iPod yesterday when it suddenly occurred to me:

Okay well maybe it didn't.

What I'm trying to do here is start out with fact and then make a story out of it, but I want the story to be believable and not something that you could just say I'm making up. Sigh. Right now though, those creative juices just aren't flowing enough. I could make something up all fantastical, but I want a dose of realism this morning. I blame Special K, it was deceptively delicious because it also has strawberries in it. And now I can't think of a good enough makeupance.

I'ma go to the library now.

WOTD:

Makeupance - (n) a made up instance, a story that did not occur but could have.

Haiku:

Frost forming on roof

Sunshine makes it glisten bright

Sparkles of rainbow.

Onehundred Fortyfour

I don't know which is worse, but I do know what tops both: saying you'll do something but not doing it.

That's why I resolve not to make any new year's resolutions. I know the idea is self-improvement but I don't think that happens too often, and really I can't remember any of my past resolutions to know if I've kept them. Also I have such a bad memory that I don't know if I could trust myself to remember the whole year long and more what it was I resolving to do or not do.

Yeah, I have a white board in my room right where I could see what it says and that would be my reminder, but that white board also tells me to "oil my bike" and "use Google Earth" but I keep not doing those things. Not because I don't want to, other wise it would be "don't oil bike" and "remove Google Earth". I just find myself spending time doing something else or I forget about them or don't feel like it when I do remember.

Okay well, time to sleep. I keep missing out on some good sleeping because of my being used to a 5am wake up call, but not anymore! Except that I still wake up before 7am now. Which my alarm is set for 7:27am.

Sigh. I'ma skip the WOTD.

Haiku:

Open pasture gate

Sheep come flocking to green grass

Forgot what they had.

Onehundred Fortythree

Inconsiderateness.

I tell ya, it's not just the bus riders that get me, it's anyone who is consistently inconsiderate; when it involves the bus or some other type place where being considerate of others should be obvious, that's like the lowest of the low.

As far as I knew it was common knowledge, once you became of age to ride a city bus, that you don't sit in the very front of the bus because those seats are reserved for the elderly and mothers with strollers. Maybe that sort of thing just isn't taught anymore, for some reason, but people just don't abide by those rules anymore. I could see if the bus was filling up and it's a time in the morning or evening when there just wouldn't be any elderly or mothers with strollers and there's no other place to stand or sit but the front of the bus, then you sit down in those seats as to make more room for standing.

But when the front of the bus is the first seat you take, especially when you're in an area known to have many bus-riding elderly, you just don't take those seats. Especially if there's an elderly person right behind you! Man, courtesy is going right out the window these days. And those people at the back of the bus who sit in a two-seater ...seat, but they take the isle seat and leave their backpack or bag of some sort (or some don't even do that) on the window seat, those people are usually the worst because usually they don't move their royal hindquarters so that someone else might sit down, those people are the worst.

Man, you should just be able to download knowledge straight into your brain, like in the Matrix. That way, I'd be able to know how to drive without having to take these stupid tests and I'd be able to drive some kind of fuel efficient car or better yet I'd be able to drive a helicopter and I'd fly around for the army or better yet, a jet plane and fly my friends around to wherever they wanted to go.

Sigh.

WOTD:

Wagonette - (n) a light wagon with two facing seats along the sides behind a cross seat in front.

Haiku:

Face down on the cloud

Looking down upon the earth

Throw down your lightning.