Big Thanks-giving

I really really want to go to pagosa for Thanks-Giving and ski and have a big turkey with home made mashed potatoes, egg-nog and pumkin pie with home made whipped cream. In my anticipation for ThanksGiving Here's a picture.

Labor day weekend

HEY!
Been a long time since I posted, I just got into a good school and started there this fall. We (of course) have Monday off so we went up to our cabin in Colorado. This Morning we took a hike with the dogs to a lake. The lab of course couldn't have had a better time. The terrier waited on shore until he brought the stick back. Now they're still beached out on the deck. Both switching between shade and sun all the time! We went and swam in the river yesterday, my sister flipped over in her tube! My younger cousin started singing about pirates and we were all too cold for the A.C. in the car.
Later today we're going horseback riding and then geo-caching. The weekend coulcdn't be spent better!

A poem: dedicated to my Aunt Chris

Family Faith


The wind blows in the evergreens
while little birds are tweeting
the forest creek is trickling down the humble rocks
all this bliss
all so miraculous
all so beautful
one thing is much more of the bliss
much more miraculous
much more beautiful
Family
Faithful
Family

Poems of Ruby Johnson 1907-1993 (my great grand-ma)

My great grand-ma Ruby wrote poems and operettas these are some of the poems she wrote. The one called "OUR GLORY" is about my awesome grand-ma, Lynnell.

QUOTATION OF MUSIC
This is the luxury of music.
It touches every key of memory and stirs all the
hidden springs of sorrow and joy.
I love it for what it helps me remember and for
what it makes me forget.



NEEDED—A TUNE
I would like to sing
The words I write,
But, I can’t find a tune.
Oh, I have rhyme, and a balanced line,
But I can’t find a tune!
I listen close to natures noises,
I search through all the children’s voices,
But I can’t sing the words I write,
‘Cause I can’t find a tune.
-Ruby—1987


OUR GLORY
She wakened early this morning
And came to crawl in with us.
She has done so several times now,
She does it without any fuss.
She smiles as she touches my forehead
With a soft, warm, chubby hand,
This little lady is three now,
And she thinks the big bed is grand.


She tugs and jerks at our covers
and pulls herself up on our bed,
Then she snuggles down in the middle,
And very little is said.
Soon she’s asleep and dreaming
Of fairies, princes, and elves.
Her Daddy and I just edge over
And proudly smile to ourselves.
This is our own taste of glory
And we know that it cannot last long.
Her sweet, childish ways will vanish
She’ll grow up and mix with the throng.
Now, later, there’s a thought that is with me
As I jot down these lines with my pen.
To you who have shared this experience,
Will such glory ever end?
-Ruby 1978

read it if u dare, my book in progress, by ME!!!!!!

Escape
CHPT. 1
I read things on the brain as I prepared for some suddenly needed second part of brain surgery. Believe me I didn’t wish to be seen looking at boring health magazines, but my Mom recommended it.
“Miss Laura Meaker” I glanced over at the rotund, cheery nurse as she said my name. As we were walking with her, my Mom decided to put my hair in a ponytail. A very tight ponytail. I remembered what I read about the brain:
There are four main lobes in the brain, occipital, frontal, parietal (pah-ry-ital), and temporal. These four lobes work together. The occipital lobe, in back, handles one thing: visual processing. The optic nerves channel from your eyes through the bottom of the brain to the occipital lobe, which helps you read, draw and not run into things. The frontal lobe, in the front, is used for reasoning, planning, parts of speech, movement, emotions, and problem solving. The parietal helps with movement, orientation, recognition and perception of stimuli. And then the temporal does perception and recognition of auditory stimuli, memory and speech.
Finally we had arrived. They asked my Mom to stay outside. They said they wanted to tell me something, after the surgery. They didn’t put me to sleep, just gave me a shot to numb my back. The gross part is I heard them make the incision. They told me that after they installed this small blue glowing object by my heart, it would release a soul that would spread through my body and wrap up around my spinal cord. It would then go through the temporal lobe to the frontal lobe then through the white matter to the parietal lobe soon to go to the occipital lobe and back down the brain stem, then last it would wrap around my heart , I would have five minutes to live as me with my likings and my brain control over my body. As long as the blue device was in my body, the soul would be there .
To say good bye to my Mom would be the hardest thing I could imagine doing, at the time.
It stung as the glowing object wrapped around my heart, changing it to a different being. I ran outside two minutes were gone from sewing my cut. I explained everything to my Mom in a rush. I had heard about this, it's become common. I just couldn't believe it just happened to me. My Mom promised it wouldn't happen, though, I didn't want to be mad at her. All I could do was hug her and cry.
The pain was so overwhelming in the last minute that I fainted. The last thing I remember was the doctors from the surgery walking towards me with a sly expression on their face.
CHPT. 2
I woke up. It was dark and I couldn't feel anything. After a while of blurry-ness I was able to see. I must have only had a bit of brain control because the words coming out of my mouth weren't mine,
" Good Moring Charlotte. Good Morning Mom and Dad" The girl's voice looked at each of the people as she said their names. I became furious as I realized, that's my Mom, my Dad and my two year-old sister Charlotte. They were all brain washed.
We rose from the couch we we'd been resting on and went over to the kitchen counter. My Mom, or our Mom had some sort of muscle spasm and went wiggling to the floor. For a moment her voice was normal, my Mom.
" Must go to-" more spasm," Montauk." Her voice changed and was more flat. the spasm was over, " Oh sorry, excuse me."
The voice spoke, but inside my head," Your body is under my control. But I don't like it this way. I was captured to feed into a body. I don't choose to be here-"
"So there's something wrong with me?"
"No, I don't like to hold you captive, or for that matter me captive. I want to help you get free. Then I'll use a dead body and we can help free others."
"Any catch?"
"None."
I wasn't sure if I should or not. Then I thought about how my Mom had that fit. If I could, I would end it. That's what my Mom went she said Montauk. That's where the surgery center was. That's where they were distributing souls. If we opened up a recovery place near there some bodies recently having surgery would still be aware and we could stop the invasion. Before another second went by, we agreed, that in the morning we would fly to Montauk we would find someone (not quite sure who) that would open up the incision and then whatever her name is would climb out and find a dead body, climb out, and we'd find a place to rent (we were opening a business after all) and get to work.
Chpt. 3
As soon as the plane landed, a guy in a pin-striped suit and mirrored shades came walking down the aisle picking up trash. The women we were next to was asleep so Clara (that's what I'm calling her) reached over to grab her trash. The lady bolted forward and gripped my hand so tight I was sure there would be a scar. Her hand felt like iron around my wrist. I hadn't seen her face before, but she looked strangely familiar. Mr. Pin-stripe first panicked the grabbed a pair of scissors, reached over behind her and cut the stitches. A small green Jell-O-like ball glowing all around, jumped out of the cut and leaped off the plane, running away. I looked over to the seat and found that the lady was none other than my own Mom.
After everybody had left , we found out by talking that Mr. Pin-stripe's real name was Keith, and he wanted to help free souls and people. He's eighteen years old and is not really a flight attendant he was just on his way to New York city to get some more information on this thing and then open a business. We also found out that we should take my Mom off the plane and that he was a jr. member of the FBI.
At the hotel room (Keith paid for us to have a suite) we were sitting in the living room while Keith made us a snack in the kitchen. We were hungry after finding Clara a new host body and transferring her soul. Of course it was a dead 14 year olds body. She had auburn hair, brown eyes and perfect teeth. Just then my Mom came to.
", Wha- LAURA!!!! YOUR ALRIGHT" the tone of her voice was relieved, but shaky and she bounded over and gave me a hug. ", So you and her got separated?" I nodded
"And we're forming a district kind of thing to help people with getting rid of souls and disposing of souls." Clara said assertively.
", Wait," my Mom said looking confused ", You are a soul, right?"
"Not anymore. Once I changed to a dead body I'm officially human."
My Mom nodded in understanding. That meant she was ok with what we were doing and that she would do her best to help.
Chpt. 4
It all happened at once. Keith came out of the kitchen, the shot was fired. The bullet broke through the glass of the window, Keith was running. The bullet headed toward me, Keith dove and I wasn't hit. He was.
Chpt. 5
The downtown hospital was white and smelled like soap as we were in the hall. For five hours we had been waiting, just waiting. Nobody questioned us, or told us any news about Keith. Finally a doctor in dirty scrubs came out and said they had removed the bullet and Keith would need to recover. He also said that we may go and see him. As I walked in I literally ran into a young girl. She was probably about two years younger than me (four-teen), She looked just like Keith, but her black hair had red high-lights.
", Of excuse me. My bad." She did NOT sound like Keith. Her voice was soft and frail. She stifled a giggle. "I'm Keith's younger sister, Cherokee. You must be Laura." She reached out her hand and I froze for a second before shaking it.
,"Oh nice to meet you." I accidently glanced at Keith and she said
", Oh, I'll leave you two alone." I had to think up something, FAST!
", Well actually it's the three of us, me, my mom and Clara." I motioned toward the door and Cherokee nodded.

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S ALMOST THE END OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DONT WANNA LEAVE!!!!!!!! THIS HAS BEEN THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE! THANKS TO MY FREINDS, TEACHERS AND FAMILY!!!!!!!!

Interesting story, today the school cat (she's the neighborhood cat but she hangs around the school and everyone knows her and most people love her and my literature teacher lets her in the class room, gives her water and plays with her)named Buddha was in my teacher's room for my class period and we played with her and made her toys while lying on the floor of the room and learning about odes. Buddha is one of the sweetest animals I know. She's like Barley in cat form. Anyway are assignment was to write an ode about something we like so, lol, like 5 people (including me) chose to write about Buddha! BTW this is not the ode!!

Everything that's happened

The chalk contest went well, i'll post a pic. I won a gift certificate for $25 for an Italian restaraunt called Vivace. The school year is almost over, I lived through testing, I got into the Albuquerque Academy, I'm listening to Hey There Delilah (I love that song!), and I went to Mars. Over all its been a good month.

Mars: The Albuquerque Convention Center. We had been working on this project, Mission to Mars, for most of the year. We do all the prep work for going to Mars, designing mission patches, designing life support models etc. So we did so much work to go to the Albuquerque Convention Center for 4 hrs. We performed sagas that we wrote, weighed our luches, explained our life support models and mission patches, then made our habitat. The habbitats were large pieces of white plastic duct taped together with a fan to inflate them it took 30 min of duct taping to put them together, we kept them up for about 7 min. The cool part was, we connecting about 60 of these huge inflated cubes that we were in with other cubes using connecting tunnels. Our (grown up) flight commander made us work on the connecting tunnel while everyone else was eating luch, having a good time, and we had 5 min to eat before we took the thing down. She was a teacher and favored the kids from her schol, and only them. RRRRRROOOOOAAAARRR!!!!!!!!!!!

the chalk

So there is a spring festival at my school. It's five hours long! There will be a salsa making contest, the annual poetry slam, an ice cream social and a chalk drawing contest.


In the chalk drawing contest a family would reserve a square, and decorate the square. So I made my Mom let us do that. She agreed to let ME not my sister do the design, my sister doesn't know that. Anyway I decided that I would do the Sandia Mountains, over that a yucca surrounded by prickly pear cactus on the sides a Zia symbol on one side and on the other red and green chile peppers. In the background would be a New Mexican sunset. So I have high hopes that we will win!

so they came here

My cousin did NOT want us to leave so a week later they came here. I got pulled out of school early two days one we went to old town and the other we just hung out.

Leroy and Barley were the happiest to see them. Barley was always right by my Uncle's side. Leroy decided that it was time for a new passion: jumping up on furniture. His fav. furniture to jump up on was the counter. Most of the time there would be some type of food up there. So we had to bring on the punishing. Then while we were running from my sister just outside the back yard Leroy some how got out and made a run for the horse-riding academy just two blocks down from where we live. The three of us got all scraped up from runnng after him and bringing him back. In the middle of those two things, he almost got kicked by a very tall, very beatiful horse. He was jumping up on the stall, but the horse would snort and he'd jump a mile finally I got him after he ran across the street that the horse place was on. My cosin and I ran home while Ryen carried the unexpectedly heavy puppy home.

Snow+ MARGARET Brown+ The Heart= The last two days

On Friday (yesterday) we went to the science museum. While we were there it was snowing cats ad dogs. The big exhibit was Body Worlds, the story of the heart. It showed the basic stuff, all the arteries in a person, how much blood you heart pumps each day. Which the answer is 1800 gallons. We saw exhibition health, Space Odessy.

We were planning on going to my cousins soccer game, but it was 'snowed out'. So instead we went to this one Pete's restaraunt. So after that we went to the Brown house and I need to tel you about that.

Her name was not Molly Brown, it was Margaret Brown. It was changed to become more musical when making the film "The unsinkable MOLLY Brown". So she was very rich, and had a very elegant home. She also was important in society. She was fighting to give women the right to vote, and helped many charities. My personal favorite part is how she survived the Titanic.
She was in her room it was probably 11:30 time. She felt a jolt and after a while decided to go outside. Someone told her to put on her life vest and go up to the deck. So she wore a ridiculous amount of clothes and grabbed a bunch of blankets and furs then she headed up. Some people from the crew said what are you doing standing here with all that stuff in the middle of the deck. The boat's sinking! Then they lifted her up and dropped her into the life boat. Fun fact she's the reason that on airplanes people go over the safety procedure.

Bungee!

Today I went to the Denver Art Museum. I looked at the beautiful artwork, had fun walking across the sky bridge, made my own postcard, wrote in two journals and got lost bungee chords.

The way it happened was there was an exhibit called "embrace" and one of the neat pieces of work was a room full of bungee chords that went from floor to ceiling. Luckily they didn't have the sharp ends because a couple of time I got wacked right smack in the nose. There was also a room with a projection of something like a river of multicolored sticks. The embrace artwork was cool and all of ours favorite part. After the art museum we went to the Brown palace. We were surprised to find that Molly Brown did not own the hotel. Someone else with the same last name did and she was a constant guest. We got drinks at a tavern in the Brown place since earlier we had lunch at Hi*Rise y favorite place in Denver. It's owned by a friend of my uncles'. Anyway, it has good bagels. So really we had a fun day, including a walk in City Park.

Spoiled Dogs

Were going up to Denver to visit my Uncle and Cousin. So we had to do something with the dogs since they live in a no-pet apartment. When going to the Grand Cayman and Hawaii we had left Barley at the canine country-club. We didn't have Leroy then, it was like 5 years ago. Anyway we're leaving them there this time to.

We're paying for them to play in this wide open grassy area everyday and then get a peanut butter kong. They give us report cards of what they did each day. Including flirting and showing-off. So we're sending them there- to be even more spoiled.

Lightning Thief review

It was a wonderful book, but it is a terrible movie. It's pretty much as simple as that.
Everything was wrong. It wouldn't have been good if I didn't read the book. I asked a non-readers opinion and they said "I thought it was pretty cheesy."

First (only the readers will understand this) they left out the entire
'Ares part' and didn't mention Clarisse, at all! They left out Anabeth's magic Yankee's cap and Percy's sword didn't have the name riptide. It had no name.

They changed the plot and made up this pearl quest. They left out the oracle to. Some changes were good like Persephone, but one thing I really hated was how they referred to the underworld as hell. One more thing is Olympus looked like Hogwarts. Which figures because it's from the director of Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets.

If you want to read a classic read the Lightning Thief series aka Percy Jackson and the Olympians. But don't go see the Lightning Thief movie. Trust me. there's more things wrong then I listed.

Charish your weekends

Over time i've learned to charish my weekends- they don't last long. Especially as you get deep into the year, they seem shorter and shorter.

When you have homework they seem shorter. Activities can sometimes consume alot of weekend time. So I advise to be careful. Weekends are important because for some reason unknown all stress goes away.

Huge word of advice from me: Live it up on weekends!!!!!!!

Men aren't men without trucks.

My Dad got a truck this fall. He has been so happy since. It's moments like these how some people, especially Men, feel the need to live up to stereotypes. The stereotype that most men live up to is having big old trucks. Normally blue, purple, red, green, black or silver. Married men have big 4WD trucks and they're wives have Honda's or softer Chevy's or something else. Ever since trucks were invented Men made a stereotype that Men aren't Men with out they're trucks.

Small but URGENT

I have to memorize 10 lines by tommorow! Most of them are like 10 senteces!!!!! Anyone have a teqnique?! Please post tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!