Thursday, September 30, 2010


     Think about your family. You probably think of your parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, ect. You might also think of your closest friends. Those who treat you as family, who stop by unexpectedly, or panic because they forgot your birthday. Well, this entry is dedicated to both parts of my family.
     My mother is the first person I have memories of. I remember going to sleep in my crib and looking through the bars. I saw my mommy curled up on the floor. She was close. It comforted me. She has done so much that I am thankful for. She has feed and clothed me. It didn't matter if I fed the cat corn on the cob. She still did everything she could to raise a human being  and not an abomination. She barely pulled through. I love her anyway.
     My father is one of my favorite crazy people. I remember wearing his shoes around the house and trying to do things like him. It was very often in that case that he got me to pick up sticks in the yard. I ran to hug him when he came home for work. I would follow him around the yard. A few times I exercised with him. Once I beat him in running. Now I do yoga with him when I can. Our favorite pose? Corpse pose a.k.a. nap pose.
     My sister was my idle as a small one. My favorite color was pink, because it was hers. I followed her everywhere. We played dolls together everyday. We went every where together. I even went to a sleepover with her to one of her friend's houses. After a time she grew up. Hugs were/are off limits. If I enter her room I am dead, unless I have permission. I love her anyway. Because of this, I win. Ha!
     The eldest of my siblings is one of my brothers. He is off at college. I don't quite remember how we met, but I think it was through my sister. He was her friend first, as she has told me. My brother is one of the most awesome people I know. I have come up with several nicknames for him, but they don't seem quite right. They are all awesome, but not awesome enough. My eldest brother is a writer and is very good at it. I've never read any of his work, but I'm positive that it is very good. When I talk about him  or my other brother my classmates say that they didn't know that I had brothers. Let me explain. They are my honorary brothers. The friend kind of family.
     My other brother, who is between the one I just talked about and my sister, is absolutely crazy. That is why he's my family. I remember that I was writing out plans for world domination and he wanted to read them. After that we became partners in world domination. If I were to tell you our plans, you would have to have been already recruited or be killed in an "accident".
     That is my closest family. There is more of course, but I would end up writing all night and the entry would be thousands of pages long. That is my entry for today. THE END!!! =)

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Fairy Beasts

Be gone fairy beasts.
You are unwanted
in this place.
You would do best
to leave now.

Be gone fairy beasts.
You would steal
our children.
You would
take our milk.
You would break
our valuables.

Be gone fairy beasts.
We do not
have dealings
with your sort.

Be gone fairy beasts.
You would take away
our old lives
and when you leave
you would take away
our new one.

Be gone fairy beasts.
We cannot exchange
our children.
We have no milk
that we can spare.
We have no valuables
we can let you break.
We have no need
for the panic
of a changing life.
Be gone fairy beasts
and bother us no more.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Tooth Fairy

     As a small human specimen I (like most) lost my baby teeth. At one point I practicably lost one every three or four days. My father called me Sharky and my mother had decided to teach me how to summon the Tooth Fairy. I was to turn around five times widershins (counter clockwise) and cry out," Tooth Fairy! Tooth Fairy! Hear me now! Bring me a dollar and not a cow!" One night I lost another tooth. It was late and my mother had long since gone to bed, so I put the tooth on my bed stand and went to sleep.
     The next morning the tooth was still there. I told my mother as soon as I was awake. I fell asleep that night confident that my mother would sort things out with the tooth fairy. I awoke and found my tooth was gone. In its place was a cow figurine. I was overjoyed! I had seen some like it in a store and knew that it was worth at least three dollars. Happily I raced down stairs and showed my new cow to my family. My sister gave me a funny look. She is prone to that sort of thing. I don't quite remember what my father did, but my mother seemed confused. She suggested that I might have done better to tell the Tooth Fairy that I wanted a dollar. I insisted otherwise. I loved my new cow. Eventually we struck a bargain. My mother would give me a dollar and we would share the cow. I have no idea why I gave in, but perhaps it was for the best. I may have broken my poor cow at my young age. I do wish I knew where she went. I believe that she is trapped in a box somewhere. Since I do not remember her name, it is now officially Gene.