My final Journal

The christmas party was a success. We raised 32 gifts for Christmas for families and $50. This warmed my heart. Classes are almost over and now I need to focus on my family and christmas. getting a little me rest time is there is highly needed.

Furry Personalities

She wakes up in the morning with the cutes little whine. That little whimper that she makes lets her owner know that they must get up now too. The owner rolls out of bed and stumbles to the door.

She sees the crack of light by the door and her tail wags fast. She begins digging on the floor like spinning tires in a race. As soon as the door opens enough for her to get he little body out she bolts.

She stops dead in her tracks. What is this white stuff she wonders she had never seen this before. Her owner gives her a little push and closes the door.

Where is my ball she wondered as she bounced and tip toed through the snow. She couldn't find her usual bathroom spot. Nothing smelled the same.

With her nose buried deeply looking for her spot she realized that this cold white stuff was kind of fun. It moved and made little balls for her to chase. It was never ending fun.

She ran and chased. She dug holes and rolled in the snow. This stuff that seemed scary at first had become a joy to this pup.

Her owner opened the door and called her in. She did not want to go. She was having too much fun. She knew that she had better obey so she bolted for the door. Upon arrival inside she was a little unhappy what was stuck underneath her belly. Snowballs she jumped and twisted and scratched and bit at herself until they were melted. Alot of fun for her owner to watch but not so fun for her.

Oops I guess this was suppose to go here!

He was born in Ellsworth. The year was 1947. He grew up on Mount Desert Island. He went to Bar Harbor High School.
He married his childhood sweetheart. They met in Sunday school in 1956. He was enlisted into the Army. He became a mechanic that worked on the airplanes. He went to Vietnam.
His missed the birth of his first child. A daughter, he came home when she was a little over a month old. Two more daughters blessed his world. He has spent the rest of his years in Ellsworth.
His health is weak. He has many side effects from Agent Orange. He smokes three packs of cigarettes a day. He is a good man, a wonderful husband and an amazing father and grandfather.

Journal #4

Got the pictures put in the frames. There. My sisters christmas presents are done. There is a parade today. I hope the rain stays away, but I will take the snow. Snow makes me in the christmas mood. It helps get the christmasy stuff done! The christmas party is tomorrow. boy I hope I raise alot for christmas is for families! I am excited to see the turn out. i hope for 24 kids! On the agenda for tonight. Make a christmas list so i can get my shopping DONE!!! Tis the season!

Week 13

He started off so tiny just a little peanut swimming around in amniotic fluid. He knew no one. Many knew him. Many loved him already and were eagerly awaiting his arrival.

From a tiny little peanut to 7lbs and 11oz. He was 21 ½ inches long. He was handsome. His mother held him all day long. She never expected to have his. She cherished his exsistance.

They celebrated his first birthday with a clown, friends and family. HE was almost walking. He was now 22lbs and learning something new every day. His spontenous words are now making sentances. Boy how he has grown.

On his second birthday they went to an activity center. He could climb and run now. What a beautiful boy he is becoming. Weighing 31lbs now and taller than ever. Time goes by fast cherish the moments.

His third birthday was spent at a different activity center. This activity center is a bigger one where you could almost climb to the sky. He had a baby sister now and what a good big brother he was.

His fourth birthday he is no longer a toddler but a strong handsome boy. He weighs 46 lbs now and shared his birthday party with his sister who was turning one 25 days after his turning of 4.

He went from a tiny little peanut to a strapping young lad. He grew physically and mentally. What a beautiful sight it is.

Journal Prep #3

Got the 36 candy canes for the Christmas party. Hope that covers the kids. I think that there will only be about 28. Its weird that I have turned this years party into a donation party for Christmas is for families and seems like people are less interested in attending. I hope that's not really true. I keep worrying that we wont get much donations. Why does that worry me? Anything that we do get will help that many more kids that wouldn't have had help before and I am proud to do so. I know that between my mom and I that at least 6 families will have new board games to play.
I went to walmart yesterday to pick up the pictures for the collage gifts for my sisters. Goal for tonight to get them into the frames. Second goal for tonight find someone to pick up the subway sub and bring it to the church for the party!
Finally got the delivery of party goods that I had ordered. I opened it up and there was the Christmas tattoos, the picture thing where you stick your heads in the hole and look like either Santa or Mr. Clause. :) The craft sticker scenes...OH NO!!! there are no ornament craft kits :(... Called the company they will overnight them to me.. THANK GOODNESS!!!

journal Prep #2

Ahhh ha this IS going to help me. As I know I need to post but feel like I can post until I honestly get things done.So since our last chat I have Emailed reminders for the Christmas Party Sunday. I have doubles and trippled checked with who was bringing what food. i ordered our free 6 foot party sub from subway. Boy that came in handy. I have picked out the pictures for the collages that I am making and ordered them at walmart.com they will be ready in an hour. Next on my list...Shopping, putting the pics in the frames.

Journal Preparation #1

Today there are 26 days until christmas. There is so much I need to get done. Today s chore will be deciding on pictures for my sister's gifts and contacting people about our chistmas party that is sunday. Make sure we have all the food drinks and stuff needed for that.

Does fine really mean fine?

He walks in the door it’s later than usual. She had tried to convince herself before he arrived that she wouldn’t be grouchy. As usual he walks in and just stands there. Not an ounce of happiness appears on his face.
"God that is annoying" she thinks to herself.
"What’s wrong?" She asked
"Nothing, I’m fine" he replied non convincingly
She is so bothered by his constant bad moods and really tired of being brought down herself. She is angered by the constant need to feel like she is walking on egg shells while he is home.
He takes his jacket off and hat and just tosses them into a chair by the coat rack. He goes to the fridge to get a beer. No conversation. The room remains silent.
She goes on with her work. Not bothering to look away from the computer screen.
"Well what did you do all day?" he said snidely
"Oh nothing" she tries to stay calm
"Is everything ok" he asked
"Oh everything is just FINE!!!!" she smiles

Be specific when you want something Risky!

What will two women who are best friends do to tease a man? I know that my best friend Michele and I would do just about anything. Anything that would get them all hot and bothered that is.

We had gone to Acadia National park that day, two young girls and two young guys. All of which were very close friends. One joke turned into another, then adding a sexual twist to it.

Before you know it someone is saying something and then the next person is daring you to follow through with it. Well that is what happened that day. By the time that we left sand beach we had plans of getting some beer and heading back to my place. The boys had dared us to drink while wearing out skimpiest lingerie. Of course neither one of us would ever lose a dare especially when it came to those two boys.

Once home Michelle and I went to the bedroom to change up. We thought ourselves to be very funny when we came out with our pajamas over our lingerie. We had won the bet by default. The boys had not been specific enough. Guess next time they will rethink that idea!

Week 10

We have to do a second EKG, really? My head was spinning as I tried to stay calm, I didn’t want my 4 year old son to have to go through any of this. We had just spent the last hour since the first EKG using alcohol pads to get the sticky leads off. His skin is so sensitive to sticky stuff like that and band aids. They seem to stick to him twice as hard as anyone else. The two men walk back in with the rolling machine, sticking the stickiest things all over him again.

***

The emergency room #6 was plain. They need to have at least one or two painted and decorated for kids. It’s intimidating enough to feel so bad. It amazed me that being only 4 years old he felt bad enough to ask me to be taken to the emergency room. What was going on with him was he going to be ok?

***

His face looked pale to me. My mother said I was over reacting. That was her way to try to get me to feel better. All it did was make me irritated at her. He was short of breath. You could see the struggling look on his face. He looked scared and uncomfortable.

***

“Andrew, are you ok?” I asked

“No mama I can’t get a deep breath.” He said

“You can’t breathe very good?” I asked trying to make sure that was what he meant

“Well I can breathe mama I just can’t get it deep. Something’s not right mama you need to take me to the doctors.”

I could see how upset and uncomfortable he was. I got him in the car and headed for the hospital. I called my husband to see if he could leave work and meet me there, he was too busy to do so. I then called my mom to see if she could help out with Anna.

UGH, Walmart!

Seriously are there really no parking spots? Is that even possible? I drive around waiting and watching the people leave the store. Unpacking carts and getting in their cars. I wait with my blinker on letting the whole world know that I am taking that spot when they back out. Finally I had been waiting what seemed like an hour but was only really about 10 minutes. Just as I went to pull in a sports car comes flying out of nowhere nearly crashing head on with my Malibu.

*****
As I rounded the corner to the toys I was getting excited for Christmas. I had to get the dancing Mickey Mouse and the Fur Real White Doggie. If I wait too long I won’t be able to find them. To the doll isle I head where is the Fur Real Puppy? I see the cat, I don’t want the cat, where is the dog, then I see a big empty spot. I bed down and read the tag. Yep they are all out already

*****
I head up the isle and go towards the Disney Toys. I had been to three stores already looking for the new Dancing Mickey Mouse. You would think being a hot new item this year stores would be prepared. I looked around and I couldn’t find it. I looked for a sales associate. I couldn’t find one. UGH! There is always too many around when you don’t need them and none when you do. Finally I see one in a few isle over.

The lonely one.

I lay there in my bed unable to sleep. I listen to the rain. I can hear so many different tones. I can hear the rumbling sound of it hitting the rooftop of our home and the more hallow sound of the rain hitting the driveway. I can almost hear each drop fall between the pieces of gravel.

Where is he? I wondered as I looked over at the alarm clock. I hope that he is ok. There is a lot of rain on the road. Why isn’t he answering his phone though? That’s odd.

As my mind became to wonder and my heart began to race I started thinking about why he hadn’t gotten home yet. We have been arguing a lot lately and the stress level has been high. Maybe he is with another woman. Would he do that?

I twisted and turned trying to get comfortable. The bed seemed cold and lumpy. It felt the complete opposite of my always wonderful fluffy comforting retreat. I thought I could hear a car coming up the dirt road. I jumped up to look out the window. Was that him? No it was a police car pulling in the driveway.

Old Old Grandma!

She is 84 years old, but you would never guess that looking at her or spending anytime with her. She looks 70 but still acts 60. She is very active and just got done working 3 years ago.

She has had multiple back surgeries, knee and hip replacements. She has had three different kinds of cancers. She beat it every time, even having a breast removed.

She is one of the strongest women I know. She worked so very hard her whole life to take care of her daughter that was born with major heart issues. She died about 10 years ago.

She lives alone with her dog and still goes to Vermont with her ladies group 3 times a year. She still drives a car and quit well I will add. She doesn’t like night driving so much anymore.

The warmth of her hugs touches my soul every time. She always smells wonderful crisp and clean like some time of powder smell. She has always smelled this way. She always wears mauve lipstick no matter if she is staying home or going out. I truly love my grandmother and look up to her so very much.

A Place

Her room remains the same. Every toy is in its place. Her Disney princes bedding all made up waiting for her to return. The bright pink walls give even the dullest items a pink glow.

On top of her dresser were three different crowns. One was from Burger King it was made of cardboard but she treated it like gold. The second one was silver painted plastic with fake diamonds all over it, she was always determined that they were real and not fake. The third one was made of aluminum foil and glued on Gems, her favorite one that he mother and her made together.

The porcelain dolls were still on the highest shelf in her room. She never got a chance to play with them. Their beautiful glass faces with painted on blush and satin dresses made them appear so fancy. Her mother kept them up high because she was afraid that her daughter would break them and either get hurt or be so devastated that they were broken that she would cry for a week.

The next shelf down held all of her books, besides the two that her mother read her every night.  Goodnight Moon and her Winnie the Pooh book still lay neatly on her pillow awaiting her return. These two books that he mother surly will never be able to read again.

Her doll house was still in the corner by the window. The sun shinned brightly upon it like an angel peaking through the window. Each tiny piece of furniture was where she had last placed them. Some of the dolls still stood up in side and others she had placed on the floor. Sometimes he mother will still stand in the door way imagining that she was still there playing with it as she had for hours the night before the car accident.

Narrative

My son was going to be turning three. My husband and I had dreamed of having a boy and we did. It was a very exciting thing for my family. On my side of the family we hadn’t seen a baby boy in 56 years on my Moms side and 28 years on my Dads side. I had 5 beautiful nieces and six beautiful female little cousins and I was one of three girls.

We decided that because my husband was a motocross rider that as soon as he could walk he needed a dirt bike. So right before his third birthday we got one. We bought special training wheels and turned the throttle down so that he wouldn’t get hurt. One the day that he was able to take his first right we geared him up in all of his protective clothing. Helmet, Google’s, Gloves, elbow pads, and knee pads. The poor boy could barely move.

He hopped on and drove to fast making me so nervous I could barely watch. Over the next year and a half we limited his use. We realized that we had jumped into buying him that too early.
The next summer as he had just turned 4 we focused more on pedal biking. He started with training wheels in the spring and by midsummer he was riding without them.

He was doing so good even going on long bike rides up to 3 miles a night. So he started talking about riding his dirt bike more. I as his mother was a little against it as I was nervous that he would get hurt. He told us that he wanted to try it without the training wheels on so we decided to not hold him back and allow him to do so.

My husband took the bike to the garage and took off the training wheels while I gave him a pep talk and got all his gear on. He was excited and nervous. He told me he was a big boy now.

As my husband started up the dirt bike I made an excuse to head into the house for a little while. I was too worried that he would get hurt that I couldn’t even watch. So I headed in the house and started in washing the dishes. I could hear the dirt bike but could not see him. My nerves were just starting to relax when all of the sudden I heard the bike come to a stop and a blood curdling scream.

The front door flew open and my husband carried my son cradled in his arms like a baby. I knew that was something horribly wrong.

“What happen” I asked frantically

“I’m not sure yet” my husband said with cracking in his voice.

My son was holding his belly and crying awfully bad. My husband pulled up his shirt just enough for a quick glimpse of a severely bad burn on his belly.

“Ok we have to go to the hospital right now” I said trying to stay calm but not doing a good job at it.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I’m scared momma I don’t want to go.” He cried

“I know baby but they will fix that boo boo and make u feel better” I tried so hard to reassure him.

I called my mother in law who lives seconds away from us to come watch my daughter. She was there in less than five minutes and we were out the door.

On the way to the hospital I had to do a lot of convincing him that it was the best choice for him and that he would feel better real soon. Once we got there one of the hardest things was putting the IV in. Once in they gave his a few doses of morphine. My son had received a second degree burn from the exhaust pipe of the dirt bike. Not having the training wheels on his bike caused to fall over on its side and my son right on top of it. After 2 weeks you can barely see where it was. The burn which measured 2 inches by four inches healed up very well and I don’t think that he will ever ride his dirt bike again, but we will see.

Part 1 2 3

Part 1

My family has this camp on Flanders pond. To me it’s a beautiful place. My parents and I tore down an old building back in like 1987 to build this camp. I remember working very hard. Going home and taking a shower because I was so itchy from the insulation that I had pulled off all the walls.

Once we had all of our supplies we started building. It took all summer to get it done. Every day off my dad had we would head right over to get it done. I always had a hammer in my hand and it seemed like I built half the camp. I am sure this really wasn’t the case as I was only 11 years old. I think my parents just gave me things to do to keep me busy and make me feel like I was doing a lot.

The camp was small and made of 2x4’s and chip board. It had an open kitchen and living room. There were two small bedrooms on the back side. They had no doors only curtains. There was an upstairs loft that never got finished and my dad always dreamed of the inside being knotty pine.

The kitchen had an old stove and fridge. It had cupboards and a sink that didn’t work. We had electricity but no running water. There was an outhouse out back, but to us it was great.

Once we got it done we all spent the night there. My parents made my sisters take time off from their summer jobs. We always had fun. We would have bacon and eggs for breakfast, which always tasted so much better at camp. We would all cram into the canoe for an early morning fishing trip, we rarely ever caught anything. Then back for lunch. After lunch we swam the rest of the day. After dinner we would all stay back at camp and go to bed early, as soon as it was dark.

I still try to go to camp a few times a year. It’s different over there now. It’s built up around us and the camp is falling down, but it still holds a special place in my heart, and I am still proud that I helped build it!

Part 2

My family has this camp on Flanders pond. To me it’s a beautiful place. My parents and I tore down an old building back in like 1987 to build this camp. I remember working very hard. Going home and taking a shower because I was so itchy from the insulation that I had pulled off all the walls. It was a rewarding exsperience and I gained a lot of self pride in doing this project.

Once we had all of our supplies we started building. It took all summer to get it done. Every day off my dad had we would head right over to get it done. I always had a hammer in my hand and it seemed like I built half the camp. I am sure this really wasn’t the case as I was only 11 years old. I think my parents just gave me things to do to keep me busy and make me feel like I was doing a lot. This is great parenting skills in my opinion, though I may not have thought so then.

The camp was small put home like. It had an open kitchen and living room. There were two small bedrooms on the back side. There was an upstairs loft that got finished over time. It turned it to a nice large bedroom for my parents to have some privacy.

The kitchen had an old stove and fridge. It had cupboards and a sink that was hooked up to the pond to use only for dishes and cooking if we boiled it. We had electricity and a small bathroom with only a sink and a toilet.

Once we got it done we all spent a week there. My parents made my sisters take time off from their summer jobs. We always had fun. We would have bacon and eggs for breakfast one day and pancake or French toast another, which always tasted so much better at camp. We rarely had cereal which was what we always had at home. We would all gather in the aluminum boat for an early morning fishing trip. One day I caught a 15 inch bass and I was very excited. Then back for lunch. After lunch we swam the rest of the day. We had lots of floats and water toys to share and fight ver. After dinner we would all stay back at camp and go to bed early, as soon as it was dark.

I still try to go to camp a few times a year. It’s different over there now. It’s built up around us and the camp needs a lot of work, but it still holds a special place in my heart, and I am still proud that I helped build it!

Part 3

My family has this summer home on the ocean in Maine. My parents had it built by this up and coming company who had specials on camps to get more business. It came out beautiful.

Everyday my parents and I would pack a picnic and go and watch the crew. My dad would help out where ever he could. My father was a very hardworking man who couldn’t sit still.

The camp was nice and made of knotty pine inside. It had an open kitchen and living room. There were two small bedrooms on the back side. There was an upstairs loft that had a beautiful bedroom for my parents. They even had their own bathroom and little deck.

The kitchen was quant and pretty. It had an old fashion cooking/ wood stove and fridge. It had white cupboards and a sink that had the best tasting well water I had ever drunk. We had electricity with dim romantic lighting throughout the camp. I always thought it was to save money but later I found that it was to give the camp a warm feeling. The bathroom had an old fashion deep tub that I loved to play in on rainy days that we couldn’t go swimming.

Once they got it done, we all spent every summer there. My parents made my sisters take time off from their jobs. We always had fun. We would have bacon and eggs for breakfast, which always tasted so much better at camp. My mom would stand there for what seemed like an hour squeezing oranges to give us the best orange juice in the world.

After breakfast was all cleaned up we would all jump in the motor boat for an early morning fishing trip. We wouldn’t come in until we had caught some thing for lunch. After lunch we swam the rest of the day. After dinner we would all stay back at camp, play cards and board games and go to bed early, as soon as it was dark.

I still try to go to camp a few times a year. It’s different over there now. It’s built up around us and the camp needs a new coat of paint, but it still holds a special place in my heart, and I enjoy taking my kids there as well.

Final Journal

Not good at keeping a journal helps me figure out this last entry.

As a Wife, Mom of 2 young children, 2 dogs, 2 cats and 2 fish. I am also the owner of an up and coming photography business and a full time student. I am having a real hard time balancing everything. To play with the kids when I can the laundry gets piled up. To get my homework done the kitchen sink is full of dirty dishes. To make sure that the kids have food and heat and everything that they need my socks and underwear are full of holes. I know people do this all the time, but I seem to have a harder time then most to get it all done. I guess its still a learning game, or a puzzle where you have to make sure that all the pieces are there and that they fit together the right way. I am still a work in process which I guess i will have to live with because if I don't I think I might explode!

Journal

Wow I am really not good at writting in a journal. I tried and tried to keep one growing up. I would do it for a while but then I would forget. I have forgotten all about this one until right now. Boy I sure hope this isnt a big part of out grade.!

Week 3

You see a living room that is lived in. Toys are scattered from one side of the room to the other. There are normal items that would be found in any living room. There is a TV, couch, coffee table and a recliner. The toys have taken over. There are blocks her and there and matchbox’s. Barbie’s and stuffed animals peaking out for everywhere.

“MINE!!!” Anna said to her brother

“NO, it’s MINE” Andy said back to her

“NO NO MINE” Anna continued her fight

“MOOOOOOOOOOOM, Anna is taking my toys” whining that fake whine Andy yelled to me

“Adrianna may are you taking brothers toys” I asked nicely

“Ya Ya Ya” she said shaking her head faster than the words were coming out

“Andy, when she tries to take your toy, tell her that you are playing with it right now, then try passing her something else, watch.”

“Anna, Andy is using that right now, how about you play with this”

“NO!” Anna said

Just then the Strawberry shortcake doll flew through the air and bonked me right in the head!

“OH no no no Anna that’s not nice, we don’t throw toys.” I said

Andy laughed

Just then she picked up a big blue plastic block held it up over her head like she was going to throw it at me.

“Anna let’s play with them not throw them” I said as I sat down to gather more blocks to build a colorful tower.

“NO mine” she said and calmly sat down and began to build.

I guess a lesson was learned. She found something to do instead of taking toys from her brother. Not the exact lesson that I was going for, but still one none the less!

Week 2 theme

After the kids go to bed I finally have a minute to myself. I sit down in the recliner with the remote in my hand. I turn on the TV and watch the news that I had taped with the DVR. What happen today I wondered?


When it comes to watching the news a lot of the stuff they talk about does not interest me. It either scares me or is way over my head. What get my attention are the medical debates on healthcare. I can’t help but wonder if the economy had been this bad six years ago would I have got the medical help that I had needed?

I was born into this world a big girl. Almost 9 lbs and tall as can be. When I started kindergarten I towered over the other kids and was almost as big at the teacher. Life as an obese child was hard, but I had a good attitude and didn’t take crap from anyone.

Middle School was ok I was encouraged to play basketball because I was so tall so I tried out and made the team. I was excited as both my sisters had played and I was a starting center. Practice was hard. The amount of running we had to do I was unable to keep up.

High School was ok but I gained more weight. I couldn’t wear jeans. I had to wear stretchy pants all the time. I had tons of friends. I also had a boyfriend for over a year, until he moved away. I went to the senior prom and had a great time.

After graduating I went on to college. I dropped out at the end of the first semester. I wasn’t doing god with my grades. My now husband was home begging me to come visit every chance I got.

When I returned home over a period of 9 years I gained about 200lbs. All on the news were people taking about weight loss surgery. This sparked my interest. This was something that I wanted to listen to on the news.

I talked with my doctor and began the long process required by the insurance company. Six months later I lay in the hospital bed after surgery. I had made it through. It’s a very risky surgery.

So as I sit here watching the news and listening to the debates on healthcare. I am glad I got the chance to be helped before they make any more cuts. Down 250lbs and two kids later after I had been told I could have children because of my weight I am much happier.

#3

Dear Journal,

UGH! That about sums up the last few days of my life. Saturday afternoon, my four year old son decided that he wanted to ride his dirt bike. He has been riding for a year and a half now. He got stuck and was trying to move his little 50cc bike. He gave it the gas and it tripped him up landing his belly on the Exhaust. We rushed him to the hospital. He has a 2nd degree burn  about two inches tall and 4 inches long. I looked awful and he was in pain. Holding a boy down to get an IV was not fun. However he felt much better after he had morphine. Hours later we were able to take him home, but had to return early in the morning. He is doing good Thank GOD!!! We have to go back again tomorrow to see how to treat it next. If ever a person feels numb to their emotions, they get a huge wake up call when something happens to their child. I swear i could feel his pain. I cried as many tears as he did. Seeing him go through this tore me apart, but also reminded me of how very much I love my children, they are my heart and soul!

Writer's Autobiography

My name is Stacey and when it comes to writing, poetry is my passion. I have been writing poems since I was in eighth grade. I have had two of my pieces published in an anthology. My dream is to someday get my book published. I have it all ready edited a million times and check through. I guess I just don’t know where to go from here. I do, however fantasize about having a book signing at a local book store. I always thought that would be a great accomplishment.


When it comes to writing no matter what kind it may be. I lack in spelling. My best friend always tells me it is because I was pulled from spelling class 3 times a week for violin lessons, she may be right. My grammar seems to be somewhat off at times, but I think most people are anyway!

My expectations of this course are to learn to write creatively other than poetry. I have no problems being creative that way but as for writing just stories and stuff I seem to get stuck. Hopefully I will learn to relax a little when it comes to writing about given topics or prompts. I am one of those people that want to know, how many words, what exactly is expected of me, and I think this writing class will be different.



When it comes to writing, poetry is your passion. You have been writing poems since you were in eighth grade. You have had two of your pieces published in an anthology. Your dream is to someday get your book published. You have it all ready and edited it a million times. You check through it over and over. You just don’t know where to go from here. You do, however fantasize about having a book signing at a local book store. You always thought that would be a great accomplishment.

When it comes to writing no matter what kind it may be, you lack in spelling. Your best friend always tells you it is because you were pulled from spelling class 3 times a week for violin lessons, she may be right. Your grammar seems to be somewhat off at times, but you think most people are anyway!

Your expectations of this course are to learn to write creatively, other than poetry. You have no problems being creative that way but as for writing just stories and stuff you seem to get stuck. Hopefully you will learn to relax a little when it comes to writing about given topics or prompts. You are one of those people that want to know, how many words, what exactly is expected of you, and you think this writing class will have a different approach.


Her name is Stacey and when it comes to writing, poetry is her passion. She has been writing poems since she was in eighth grade. She has had two of her pieces published in an anthology. Her dream is to someday get her book published. She has already edited it a million times and check through it. She just doesn’t know where to go from here. She does, however fantasize about having a book signing at a local book store. She always thought that would be a great accomplishment.

When it comes to writing, no matter what kind it may be, she lacks in spelling. Her best friend always tells her it is because she was pulled from spelling class 3 times a week for violin lessons, her friend may be right. Her grammar seems to be somewhat off at times.

She expects this course will help her learn to write creatively. She has no problems being creative when writing poetry but as for writing just stories and stuff she seems to get stuck. Hopefully she will learn to relax a little when it comes to writing about given topics or prompts. She is one of those people that want to know how many words and what exactly is expected of her. She hopes this writing class will be different.

#2

What a great day today. I got to spend some much needed time with my family. We went to a beech for a few hours. It was so fun watching how much they have changed. Andy can swill all by himself now and enjoys this place we go swimming. It doesn't get very deep for a long long time so he loves walking way out! Anna wears a life jacket and thinks it is so funny to run in and fall down. I bet that she did that fifty times. She also enjoyed putting sand on our backs. Toby and I worked well together, which is great! Anna is already sleeping and Andy will be soon. That means that this mama can go there too... I love bed time. Isn't it funny how when you are little you hate to go to bed? Now that I am 33 I cant wait, I even get excited!

Journal Entry 1

Wow it has been HOT!! When you step out of the shower, dry off and you are still wet, YUCK! I am pretty grouchy when the weather is like this. I haven't slept in two days. I hope that tonight it is cooler out! I think I will try to get for a swim later on when the sun goes down, but as for now I sit in front of the fan hoping that is dries off at least half of my sweat.

My first post

Well here it is!