STORY 1
When I was 16 my mom, like all other moms do to their kids, started to hassle me about getting a job so that I could stop leaching off of her wallet. After many failed attempts and months of 'searching' for jobs around my community, my mom took it upon herself to get me a job as a Patient Transporter at the local hospital. At first I thought it was great, I did not even have to try to get this job because my mom just happened to be one of the Director of Nurses their and had some power to throw around, and that would also make my job so much easier.
I soon found out I was far from right. My first day consisted of getting lost numerous times in the gigantic labyrinth known as Banner Baywood Medical Center. Seven floors of just utter confusion, not to mention the billions of codes I needed to memorize to grant myself entrance into different departments.
I also forgot to mention that I started the job in the dead middle of winter. As you all know, if you have lived in Arizona for any amount of time, winter equals snowbirds. Snowbirds for all intensive purposes basically live at the hospital. Along with the mass craze of snowbirds the term code purple, emergency department overflow, came into normal conversation as any other term.
At the end of my day I remember one lady in particular. As I was taking her up from the E.D to her room and had the most peculiar conversation with her. I could go into greater detail but their is honestly too much that happened and it would be rather difficult to finish the other two stories. I so I will some up the conversation, just keep in mind I have never met this lady before and she probably had dimensia. As i began to talk to her she described in great detail about how last time I saw her that i brutaly killed her dogs and left them for her to clean, afterwards she started to bark at me. I was horribly scared.
STORY 2
Every teenager dreams of the day that they finally move out of their house and into an aparment, where no one can control them or tell them what to do, need less to say I was one of those teenagers.
I had rented out an apartment with two of my good friends from highschool, Tom Dinovo and Nate Chesko. The great thing was not only was I living with two of my best friends, but also my girlfriends apartment was located about three feet away. Everything in the apartment was great except for a couple discrepancies with the land lady and a few with a roommate every now and then, I was practically in heaven.
There was one night I remember inparticular upon the first few months of staying in the apartment. I was watching a movie with my roomies and my girl when it started to rain outside. Like any true Arizonian I ran outside in glee and frolicked in the rain. After a couple minutes I was accompanied by my roomies. Out of no where the rain turned into liquid bullets and the wind became powerful enough to bend the antenna to my beloved car Betsy. Thats when I started getting nervous, rain like this is not normal. Soon I heard a snap, and in a haste of hurry yelled out "watch out!!" and ran like hell barely avoiding a tree which also came unsettling close to Betsy.
This storm seemed to go on for hours and destorying everything in its path. After the terror has passed, I went out side to observe the destruction. The pathes both in and out of the apartment complex were blocked by massive trees, and side walks along the complex where thrown into the air. It was an overall scary scene that is hard to describe.
STORY 3
In life I find that it is important to have an activity that you dedicate yourself to and keeps you entertained for long periods of time. Activities liek this not only to keep one out of trouble but to also help one feel a sense of accomplishment. For me this activity is playing guitar. I have been playing since freshman year of highschool. I have been in countless bands, gave guitar lessons and have so far achieved nothing but experience. There is one expereince I remember specifically, when I tried to play on Mill.
One day I had the bright idea, since I was broke, to go play on Mill to make a handful of cash. So I walked out to Mill with my guitar in hand and enthusiam in my heart. Walking down Mill I scouted out the perfect spot, a bus bench that was right before the coffee plantaition. It was perfect, everyone would be able to see me, im my mind that ment more money. Unfortunatly for me, I tried playing on Mill on a Wednesday. I soon learned that no one walks down Mill on Wednesday except for poor, starving college students. After half an hour I packed up my guitar and called it quits with nothing but a fallen leaf in my guitar case. As I walked away disappointed I was caught off guard by a man asking me if I could keep a secret. He intrigued me so I said I would, filled with antisipation I was eagerly awaiting his secret. He walked closer and whispered "Jesus Loves You". To say the least I was disappointed and walked the rest of the way home with my head down hoping next time I would make my first dollar playing gutiar.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Dad
All my life my mother has taught me that family is an important detail to life. A simple idea, that seems flawless, yet ironic when you never had a dad. Luckily for me, at the age of 12 the term dad began to have some meaning.
It all started in late August when my mom took me to see her new boyfriend; but that’s not the moment I want to focus on so we are going to fast forward to a date I have long forgotten. It must have been months after my mom and her new boyfriend Shawn had been dating, when for the first time she left us alone with him. Although I cannot remember the date, I can certainly remember the incident perfectly, at least the important stuff.
I remember that Shawn was driving me and my brother, Brock, somewhere and looking out through the side window, not seeing much except the occasional street light and car passing by being eaten by the darkness as the sun set. When out of no where he started talk about how he loved my mom and liked spending time with her. I tuned out, for some reason I wasn’t paying attention too much, and I honestly think that my brother was to excited by the fact that he had called shotgun leaving me in the back seat alone, to pay attention either. Then what Shawn was saying caught my attention, “When we go home I’ll set some ice cream on fire so you can eat it. Also, I was wondering if I could Marry your mother?” I could tell that he knew that we weren’t paying too much attention to what he had to say , therefore he used the words ice cream and fire to catch my attention before hitting me with a question. Me and Brock quickly looked at each other and instantly I could tell that he was thinking the same thing as me.
“Heck yes” we both yelled. You see the years before we never really had a dad just two fathers who would never even think about asking us such a question, so for him even asking meant an instant yes. He also kept sort of kept his word about the ice cream. He had difficulty igniting the ice cream, and never even came close, but at least he tried. That was the one thing that I really like about my now dad, he would always try no matter how ridiculous the claim. Even when he said he would become my dad.
It all started in late August when my mom took me to see her new boyfriend; but that’s not the moment I want to focus on so we are going to fast forward to a date I have long forgotten. It must have been months after my mom and her new boyfriend Shawn had been dating, when for the first time she left us alone with him. Although I cannot remember the date, I can certainly remember the incident perfectly, at least the important stuff.
I remember that Shawn was driving me and my brother, Brock, somewhere and looking out through the side window, not seeing much except the occasional street light and car passing by being eaten by the darkness as the sun set. When out of no where he started talk about how he loved my mom and liked spending time with her. I tuned out, for some reason I wasn’t paying attention too much, and I honestly think that my brother was to excited by the fact that he had called shotgun leaving me in the back seat alone, to pay attention either. Then what Shawn was saying caught my attention, “When we go home I’ll set some ice cream on fire so you can eat it. Also, I was wondering if I could Marry your mother?” I could tell that he knew that we weren’t paying too much attention to what he had to say , therefore he used the words ice cream and fire to catch my attention before hitting me with a question. Me and Brock quickly looked at each other and instantly I could tell that he was thinking the same thing as me.
“Heck yes” we both yelled. You see the years before we never really had a dad just two fathers who would never even think about asking us such a question, so for him even asking meant an instant yes. He also kept sort of kept his word about the ice cream. He had difficulty igniting the ice cream, and never even came close, but at least he tried. That was the one thing that I really like about my now dad, he would always try no matter how ridiculous the claim. Even when he said he would become my dad.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Blog #1. Fate
“FATE”
Let it be known that before this story begins that I am not one for directions. By this, it would be an understatement for me to say that I get lost just driving across the street to the grocery store. With this in mind, my story all begins on one warm Arizona autumn night. After attempting to make our latest you tube video ‘Attack of the Killer Kitten’, which turned out to be a major flop, my friends and I all were starved and all had major writer’s block so we couldn’t even think of where to eat. This marks the beginning of my amazing adventure. Driving down Mill we saw all of the same old restaurant, none of them sounded appetizing at all.
“Dennys?” I was calling out random restaurants as we drove by, only getting grumbles in reply. “Fine! I’ll keep driving then,” I said angrily, being the only person once again to give suggestions. Driving around seemed to take forever and every restaurant we passed by got shot down. I saw the same restaurants on ever street corner, the same boring food we have had week after week, in return we were getting a bit discouraged.
“Maybe we should just turn around and order pizza,” Alyssa said, bored and irritable.
“No! We have already used all of Blake’s gas, what is the point of turning around?” Nate said now hungry and now grumpy, his love for food would soon over take his body in a fit of rage if we didn‘t feed him soon.
“I say we just stop at the next p….”. Tom couldn’t finish the sentence before a booming noise interrupted him. It seems that I had neglected to change my cars tires and one had blown on us in the middle of our journey. Like usual whenever something bad happens every time I drive, everyone freaked out yelling at me to pull over. As I followed their order and moved into the next parking lot available, I soon realized that some how with all of my directional skills had some how drove almost back to our dorms and ended up in the parking lot of IHOP.
“Well I guess this will do…” Barker said with a rather content sound in his voice, the four of us agreed and went inside. I don’t know what factors contributed to this meal, but it was honestly the best food run we have ever had. Everything was just cooked to perfection. Ever since this fateful trip, we have made it tradition that before we part ways in the beginning and in the end of each semester we make an IHOP run to celebrate. It seemed like fate was with us that night, and this is a story I’ll never forget.
Let it be known that before this story begins that I am not one for directions. By this, it would be an understatement for me to say that I get lost just driving across the street to the grocery store. With this in mind, my story all begins on one warm Arizona autumn night. After attempting to make our latest you tube video ‘Attack of the Killer Kitten’, which turned out to be a major flop, my friends and I all were starved and all had major writer’s block so we couldn’t even think of where to eat. This marks the beginning of my amazing adventure. Driving down Mill we saw all of the same old restaurant, none of them sounded appetizing at all.
“Dennys?” I was calling out random restaurants as we drove by, only getting grumbles in reply. “Fine! I’ll keep driving then,” I said angrily, being the only person once again to give suggestions. Driving around seemed to take forever and every restaurant we passed by got shot down. I saw the same restaurants on ever street corner, the same boring food we have had week after week, in return we were getting a bit discouraged.
“Maybe we should just turn around and order pizza,” Alyssa said, bored and irritable.
“No! We have already used all of Blake’s gas, what is the point of turning around?” Nate said now hungry and now grumpy, his love for food would soon over take his body in a fit of rage if we didn‘t feed him soon.
“I say we just stop at the next p….”. Tom couldn’t finish the sentence before a booming noise interrupted him. It seems that I had neglected to change my cars tires and one had blown on us in the middle of our journey. Like usual whenever something bad happens every time I drive, everyone freaked out yelling at me to pull over. As I followed their order and moved into the next parking lot available, I soon realized that some how with all of my directional skills had some how drove almost back to our dorms and ended up in the parking lot of IHOP.
“Well I guess this will do…” Barker said with a rather content sound in his voice, the four of us agreed and went inside. I don’t know what factors contributed to this meal, but it was honestly the best food run we have ever had. Everything was just cooked to perfection. Ever since this fateful trip, we have made it tradition that before we part ways in the beginning and in the end of each semester we make an IHOP run to celebrate. It seemed like fate was with us that night, and this is a story I’ll never forget.
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