Week 8 Prompts # 34

34. The things I see as I walk along the street, that's heaven to me.

I love going for walks. Where I lived in Dexter it was easy to walk all over town, and  that is just what I did with my best friend Matt. We talked and walked for hours and hours, and I got to see the many different sights in my town. Sights that from just driving around you would never see. They were the sights you had to walk to see. Matt would always come to my house and throw rocks at my window, which is how I knew it was time for our walk. He had been around Dexter for many many years, and I was new to the town. I remember seeing the bridge for the first time. It was so cute and romantic and I always wished for a boyfriend to take me there after seeing it. Seeing the trees sway in the wind, people sitting on their porches, and the smells over took me.




The green grass, the leaves on the trees, the dogs playing in the yards are all sights that are heaven to me. Seeing the kids playing in their yards, the smell of fresh cut grass, and the birds flying in the air. There are so many things to see and smell when you are taking a simple walk down the street. I thank God every day for the simple pleasures of walking down the street and seeing all these beautiful sights and scenery.

Week 8 Prompts # 35

35. Three of them sitting there in complete silence.

I was a Sophomore in high school, and captain of the varsity soccer team. I always had team get together at my house, and they were always filled with adventures.  Many nights of no sleep and lots of laughter filled my house every weekend. This one night particularly we decided to go a little crazy. We met some cute boys that lived right down the street from me, so we decided we should sneak out to meet them at the park. We made it out of the house and up the street to the park where we all met and were having a blast until the police drove up. We didn't know that there was a curfew in my town, in turn the police drove me, and my three friends back home. When we arrived to my house, the police man insisted on me waking my parents so he could tell them what was going on. I was a nervous wreck.

Once my parents came out to talk to the police man, he left and my parents wanted to find out what was going on. She sat me and my three friends down on the couch just to figure out exactly what was going on.  My parents questioned us one by one, but when it came down to taking the blame, the four of us sat there. They looked at each one of us with a curious look upon their faces. My friends and I looked at each other and it seemed as if we had made a decision to all take the blame, so I stood up only to look down to see the three of them, sitting there, in complete silence. To see the least I was pissed. Here I was taking the blame for an adventure all four of us in complete agreement decided to embark on. It was OK though, I decided that it was my house, and my family so I should do right and go with it. Take the blame. My parents decided to be a little lenient this time, and no punishment was given. Thank goodness. I continued to have sleep overs, we just decided to not take as big adventures and play it safe.

Week 8 Prompts # 33

33. "We are gathered here today to remember....."

These seven words are some of the most heart wrenching words that I have ever heard.

My best friend Dean died April 6, 2010 in his bedroom playing xbox. His heart just stopped. How the heck does a heart just stop? Why did his just stop? Why, why, why???? These questions just rolled around my head as I was trying to wrap my mind around his passing.

Dean was athletic, loud, hyper, but most of all he served for our country. He was in the 82nd Airbourne Army, and had done three tours already. He died at the young age of 25. I hate to even think about it. He received an award for his braveness and saving his whole team. He was an selfless man who put others first.

I remember sitting at his funeral. After waiting for it to begin those seven awful words came from the ministers mouth. "We are gathered here today to remember...." And I began to cry. I couldn't believe his life was over, and he was so young. He was never going to get to experience life, and marriage, and kids. This just wasn't fair.

The funeral was Catholic, it was definitely out of the norm for me.  Then I reminded myself that I was not there for me, I was there for Dean and his family. R.I.P Dean Quellette

Week 7: Character

It was a warm night in August of 2009. Mosquitoes where out, and I was all dressed up for a night of basketball at the courts. It was dark outside, but the court lights where shinning so we could play basketball. My friends where messing around and playing tennis (more like hitting the tennis balls at each other) so I decided to go shoot around. I was shooting at the furthest hoop all by myself when this guy, in a bright yellow shirt, walks up and said, "Hey, do you know who I am?" I had seen him around town before, and knew from friends that his name was Matt. So I replied, "Well, is your name Matt?" He said yes then asked if he could shoot around with me. We were shooting around, making small talk, when he offered to play horse. Of course I took him up on his offer, I am too competitive to say no. We played and I won! It was awesome! We continued making small talk, then before we knew it was time for the lights to shut off. I was bummed to say the least.

The next day I decided I needed to find a way to get his number and talk to him. I texted a few friends and finally tracked down his number. I sent him a message telling him that I had fun playing basketball with him so we made plans to do it again. Matt was, and still is, a very open person. He told me his whole life story, and before I knew it, we were spending every day together. It happened so quickly, but it is not too often you find someone you can spend all this time with without getting sick of them.

I quickly figured out who Matt is and what kind of a person he is. Matt is a hard worker, goal orientated, and driven to make the best out of his life. He has had his heart broken more than once, but learned from his mistakes. Matt is caring, loves his nieces and shows his loves to them, and wants to be able to provide for his family. He has high expectations for himself, and stresses easily. It is funny watching him stress out about stuff. He makes sure to get his work done before he plays, and is very good with his money. He saves his money like no ones business, and in doing so he has nice things and can live comfortably at 23 years old. I came to find out that he his hyper, and doesn't care what people think of him. He doesn't drink or do drugs, but he loves to play the slots, and take random drives for hours not knowing where we will end up.

For a 23 year old, he has done a lot of good in his life. He has made a lot of adult like decisions and for that he has lived and learned. Matt is a strong man, but sometimes need someone to comfort him, hold him, and love him. For the man Matt has been and still is, this is why I have been around him for three years now. His personality is addicting, and when I am not around him, I feel like I am missing something and I don't know what I am missing until I see him again. He is full of surprises and does of the craziest things. For example: waking me up at 4:30 in the morning to go stand in line for a free ham. Just spur of the moment and very spontaneous.

He is a great man, with goals, a job, money, a car, and very stable. These are qualities you can't find in a lot of guys theses days.

Week 7 Prompts # 32

32. Who's the last person you'd want to remember? (This has at least two possible meanings--think about it!)

Growing up, my grammie had a best friend named Valerie. As a kid I remember Valerie visiting my grammie many times, but I never really knew her. It wasn't until much later in my life that I got to know, and soon knew Valerie. Valerie also worked for my grampie at his garage as the secretary. Valerie was a kind, loving, caring, unselfish person who always put others before herself. Unfortunately, her husband took advantage of her, and didn't see all of the great things in her as everyone else did. He cheated on her, abandoned her, and went away.
I spent many days going to visit her, talking with her, and had many lunch dates.  She was a wonderful woman of God, she had a lot of wisdom, and she always gave me the best advice. She never judged me for the things I was doing in my life, but was always there ready with any advice she could give to me. Also, she was always there with a hug. Her hugs where the best, and they always helped me get through a tough day. She was loved by many people. She gave me gifts for my birthday, but even more than that she sent cards randomly that always came to me in the times I needed the most.
One day, I received the most terrible news I could have ever imagined. My grammie called me and said that our sweet Valerie was in the hospital and it was serious. It turned out that she had brain cancer, and only had months to live. She spent the remaining time left in her home, where she soon died in April of 2010. It was a sad day, and she will forever be embedded in my heart along with many others.
Valerie will forever be in my heart. She will always be remembered as the caring and loving person she was, and I will feel her looking out for me as she sits in Heaven. So forever in my life, if Valerie is the last person I ever remember, I am OK with that.

Week 7 Prompts # 30

30. Take a look at a photo of a person. What do you see?

It was July 4th in 2000. I was 10 soon to be 11 and it was a warm summer day. I was at the beach and a nice cool breeze was surrounding me from the water. Wearing my favorite pink with black polka dots bathing suit, eating the biggest piece of watermelon that covered my whole face, I stood with my feet in the sand. My curly blond hair was up in pig tails, and my cheeks with flecks of red that was a sign of a little too much sun that day. I was waiting for the parade to start. 

I remember this day as if it was yesterday. Summer was always my favorite time of the year, mostly because my birthday is during that time, but I always loved the sun! I always looked forward to the first time I submerged myself in crisp lake water, and the popsicles that would become one of my main food groups. We were at Ellis Pond where my family has a camp, and where I grew up spending my summers. We moved there in the summer, and it is the main event for many of my fond memories. Every year all of the kids that were around the area got together and lined up for the 4th of July parade. This was so much fun. Finally I got my red, white, and blue hat and off we went around the pond. Celebrating this holiday as I did the years before and the many years that followed.

Week 7 Prompts # 33

33. Imagine someone you know is taking this course and has decided to write about you. Write their piece for them!

Michala is full of piss and vinegar! She is high on life, and is always looking for an adventure. She hates to work, but loves to play.  Michala is hyper, bold, and very boisterous. She lets people know what is on her mind, and usually never holds back. Michala is athletic, I met her playing basketball as a matter of fact, and she is very competitive. Michala drives me crazy, but at the same time I can't stand to be away from her. Her strong personality may rub off the wrong way, but she has a soft heart, and a caring attitude. She doesn't let the stresses of life bring her down, and she is always willing to lend a helping hand. Her caring attitude draws people in, and her big heart keeps them around. She is always willing to help, and she is great with kids.

If my boyfriend Matt was writing this piece, I think this what he would say....At least this is what I hope he would :)