The Brooklyn Bridge

As I walked through the door of that fourth grade classroom, I knew it was the end. Mommy had told me the night before, it was my very last night with you. I was moving on to bigger things, I was older now. It was time to say goodbye to Mommy checking over all my homework, to the books being read to me. Time to say goodbye to the miniature monkey bars, the undersized slide, the Barbie Band-Aids for my scabs that appeared quite often on my knees. It was time to say goodbye to all of those “little kid” things, because I’m a big kid know. I’m in the “upper grades.” Time to say goodbye to all the joys of being a cute diminutive girl with bright eyes and buoyant pigtails. But the most devastating of all, it was time to say goodbye to my most beloved friend. Such marvelous times we had together, the coziness and warmth of your cashmere and cotton. The joy of putting in one foot at a time the RIGHT way. The ultimate thrill of tattooing my tummy with a ball point pen, and the ease of zipping ...

           So here I am, sitting at my computer, at 5:30 in the morning. There is something wondrous and important to be written. Something everyone needs to read. Something enjoyable, magical, with fantastic imagery and marvelous descriptive words.  Words that would brighten every one's day, help those in need, lighten up the sad, inspire someone to go out and serve. But instead, here I am, frozen solid at my desk, because I do not consist of the simplest of an idea of what those words are. This is what I call a writing block.           Writing blocks are so incredibly annoying. They are like a cage, just holding you back from the beautiful sunshine you want to bask in, the luscious,  fragrant flowers of endless vibrant colors. The magnificent oak trees, standing tall, proud, and firm to show off there beautiful green leaves of summer, which are begging to give you their sweet, fresh oxygen. The sparkling blue river ready to give you his refreshing cool water. The lattice on this ...

For five entire days I completely left my normal life and went to Girl’s Camp. A risk of entering into a tent with ten other hyper, fanatical and unusual girls who never sleep the entire time, all jacked up on Laffy Taffies and Starbursts. It was a complete fiasco. Then came Wednesday morning, when the Beehives were ready to set out on our three mile hike, up the steep hill filled with stinging metal and other dangerous plants Mother Nature has graciously given us. My small knapsack is packed with a squashed peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a water bottle, and my disposable camera all crammed in there at once. So off we were, with our filthy shoes tied tight, our bodies smothered with sunscreen, and we were already sweating it off rapidly. My best friend since kindergarten Kaitie and I began to sing our giddy little camp songs, laughing hilariously until we had no air left in our lungs. I took off my baseball hat and wiped the sweat off of my forehead with the back of my hand for the ...

Every year my father and I do at least a dozen magic shows at the Alta Ski Club. After a long day of skiing, they have a little get-together for the adults and a party for the kids. We are hired to come entertain the kids. A.k.a., the super-ultra babysitting job. Last year, mid-December, we were ready to go up the big, steep canyon. The huge turns and upward driving was endless. This night, this particular, strange night, was snowing so hard, blizzard is an absolute understatement. But, the show must go on, so we set out on our journey. The storm only got worse. By the time we started up the incredible canyon, you couldn’t see two inches in front of you. We only had two hours until show time. Two hours of wondering if you are going to live through this. Two hours of the high anxiety my dad has and genetically passed on to me. So here we are, driving up the canyon like a married couple. There’s no barrier to save you from the hundred-foot drop if you fall of the edge. The ice was gettin...

I. Love. WAFFLES!!!!!!!!! Yesterday I tried something REALLY good: Waffle with chocolate chips in the little square things and then peanut butter on top of the whole thing! YuMmY!!!!

Have a wonderful life.  "Make the most of yourself. . . for that is all of you there is." ~Ralf Waldo Emerson

Be thankful for all you have! Others may have it harder that you. Some of you may be thinking. . . "I'm those others;" but we all have our challenges. It does not matter where you are, but were you are  headed. But think of all the things you do have, instead of what you don't. If you can't find something to be thankful for, you are ridiculous. Think of the people who love you. Love is one of the most precious things in our world. If you still can't think of something, make something to be thankful for: an life with no regrets. Live everyday like it is you last chance to show the world what you are made of. Life is such a wonderful adventure, be thankful for it. Be thankful for waffles. Those are great too. Sorry to ruin the nice tingly feeling; but HELLO this is  Random Thoughts Emporium.

Word of the Day: Mot juste How the heck do you pronounce it? (Moh-zoost) Definition: a word or phrase that fits the case perfectly. Sentence: Fantastic was a mot juste to the way I was feeling at the time.

Wouldn't it be great to go into outer space? It would feel so cool to wear one of those really airy suits and fish bowl helmets, just floating around in nothingness. What would happen if you touched a star? Everyone always says "Reach for the stars" but if we touched a star, would we blow up in a million pieces? Hmph. You know what sounds really good right now? A blueberry flavored granola bar. The NutriGrain kind. . . those are good. But all I have right now is dumb strawberry. I mean, I guess strawberry's okay, but blueberry the best. Oh yes, I looked up who plays the voice of Elmo yesterday, but about seven different names came up and I couldn't figure out which one was the real deal. Sorry. Have a wonderful life anyway.

Hello! Today's word of the day is. . . Lollapalooza!    (la-la-pa-loose-ah)  -noun- Definition: a person or thing that is particularly impressive or attractive Sentence: Have you seen the new girl? She's really a lollapalooza! also spelled. . . lalapalooza 

I love waffles! Half of my freezer is full of waffles! I never ever ever eat waffles for breakfast. At 3:27 p.m. I get home and put waffles in the toaster. Sometimes I like to put peanut butter on them but usually they're really good plain. Try waffles! They are amazing!

Happy Easter everyone! I hope (when it comes) you all have a fantastic holiday. May the Easter bunny bring you many sugary fun treats in cheap plastic eggs. SAVE THE EARTH! It's so easy! Here are my top five ways to help our environment NOW: Recycle. It's easy and going on almost anywhere. We can save so many trees a year just by putting the paper in a different bin. Plus, you need those trees for oxygen, so you're going to want them there. Volunteer in your community to clean up a park, or other polluted area. It's a great way to spend a free Saturday. Conserve water. If you are not using it (for example, in the shower while shampooing your hair), turn it off. If you have a short distance to go, don't drive. Simply walk. It's great for the environment and healthy for you. It's like a two-for-one sale, cool huh? Don't hunt for a sport. It's utterly ridiculous and pointless. The only reason you should be killing animals is to survive (food). So, do...

Congratulations to Barack Obama for winning the election! It was I great one I highly enjoyed.  Special thanks to Ms. Parker, my 1st period class, Sarah, and Taylor for all the highly-anticipated campaign debates we had. I had  a lot of fun! Enjoy life. 

Arachibutyrophobia. Whoa. Yes, you just tried pronouncing it but once you got to "chi" you gave up. Now what does this MEAN?! Well, arachibutyrophobia is the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth! How could someone be afraid of something like THAT?! How so very odd. That would be kind of fun to say all the time. Like, if your a brand new student. . . "Now, tell us about yourself." You could simply say "I have arachibutyrophia, and I enjoy soccer." Then you could have everyone wondering what the heck your up to. Now that would a blast. Also, did you know that if you peel a banana from the bottom, you won't end up with those annoying little stringy things! Yay!