Being a 4U writer's craft student, I am forced to write two blogs today. The second blog is without direction, without focus, and is just plain hard without the creative juices flowin'. My first blog after all took an hour, but mainly because Tim was distracting me with his game of Tetris Battle (yes Ms. Feick, he was) but still this second blog is difficult!
Enough rambling, let's get this over with. I wanted to blog about a cardboard cut out behind me of an old lady dressed in a blue dress in front of a rose bush, with a sign that said "Ye Olde Tea Shoppe". So I google imaged "Ye Olde Tea Shoppe" to try and enhance the reader experience with the image. After glancing through a few google pages and realizing that my tireless searching was in vain, I came across another picture that caught my eye. It was beautiful, everything that a picture needed. It made me happy; honestly, how many pictures have you come across that have genuinely made you happy. I can honestly say that this was a first for me. Photography was something I thought was a joke; making a life out of take pictures. I mean all a picture is is a snap shot of something happy or sad, a moment you'll never live or experience yourself because you weren't there. And if the photograph is good to evelope emotion within it's viewers, I think we need to share it with others.
To enhance the reader experience I've posted a link to where you can find this picture, please click and enjoy it.
http://www.dafk.net/what/
Monday, March 28, 2011
Disney Disaster
The summer of '05 held a number of memories for me, but none more prominent then my families Christmas Break Disney Extravaganza. It was the first of my families trip's I could actually remember, and if there is one thing I remember clearly about the trip was not the outrageous food, or the coasters or any attractions for that matter. The most memorable experience of this trip was the fact that this trip took place within my "anger teen" years; and I loved to make my parents remember it.
The trip was with extended family, my aunt and her two children (Andrea a year younger than me, and Ryan who just started grade 6), my grandma and of course my family. My mom is the type of women who plans every last moment so that between activities you have barely anytime to think, little lone enjoy yourself. Dad's more laid back, someone I always got along with but we did have our history of spats. My grandma (affectionaltly known as Mon) is a saint who I could never be angry at. But there are two people who went on that trip, instructed by God to tourture me for my wrong doings by doing everything I can't stand. My aunt and her son. Normally I am fine with going over to there home and getting along fine with them for a few hours, but this was a week. A week of loud, abnocious, picky eating, cover stealing, shower hogging, only-going-on-one-ride-because-the-rest-are-stupid, but worst of all is my aunt waking up in the kind of mood that the only thing she wants to do is annoy her grumpy nephew (me) by yelling in his ear before he wakes up every morning. I was furious.
As a result my Disney experience was ruined forever. Sure, I enjoyed the food, some of the rides, but whenever we would arrive back at our hotel room, no amount of Disney magic could make me forget about the harsh reality I now faced; my loud aunt.
Of course looking back now it's obvious I was being completely inappropriate, but it's still funny to look back and think of how a grumpy mood ruined Disney.
The trip was with extended family, my aunt and her two children (Andrea a year younger than me, and Ryan who just started grade 6), my grandma and of course my family. My mom is the type of women who plans every last moment so that between activities you have barely anytime to think, little lone enjoy yourself. Dad's more laid back, someone I always got along with but we did have our history of spats. My grandma (affectionaltly known as Mon) is a saint who I could never be angry at. But there are two people who went on that trip, instructed by God to tourture me for my wrong doings by doing everything I can't stand. My aunt and her son. Normally I am fine with going over to there home and getting along fine with them for a few hours, but this was a week. A week of loud, abnocious, picky eating, cover stealing, shower hogging, only-going-on-one-ride-because-the-rest-are-stupid, but worst of all is my aunt waking up in the kind of mood that the only thing she wants to do is annoy her grumpy nephew (me) by yelling in his ear before he wakes up every morning. I was furious.
As a result my Disney experience was ruined forever. Sure, I enjoyed the food, some of the rides, but whenever we would arrive back at our hotel room, no amount of Disney magic could make me forget about the harsh reality I now faced; my loud aunt.
Of course looking back now it's obvious I was being completely inappropriate, but it's still funny to look back and think of how a grumpy mood ruined Disney.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Australian Audessy
It's a chilly morning in downtown Melbourne, on the southern coast of Australia and my brother once again insists he knows the right way. We had planned to meet a bus tour of the city at 8:00 am on the harbour but our one clock (the first generation iPod Touch) is still set to Ayer's Rock time. According to the clock we had 45 minutes before our tour started so we decided to do what any tourist would do, go to McDonald's. As we moved past the busy harbour filled with tourists nothing seemed wrong, we were early, time for some McD's. It didn't take long for us to come across a McDonald's, we got our food while having casual conversation. Time for our tour was fast approaching and once again, nothing seemed wrong. Down the street, past the "Rob Zombie International Art Exhbition", around the corner and something was wrong. The once tourist packed bus station was suspicously empty. After 15 minutes of me panicing when I discovered the cause of this issue, we decided to be productive and plan a way of getting back to the hotel. There was no way we could afford a taxi with the cash we had on us, and because we had only gotten to Melbourne late last night meant that the area was much too unfamiliar to walk back; but for now it was the most viable option.
Frustration set in as the first 15 minutes of wandering past and it was becoming painfully clear that navigating the city by looking for "familiar" buildings wasn't working. I can't recall when things got bad. Maybe it was when Dylan suggested stopping for directions and me stubbernly refusing; perhaps it was when my idea to take the rail cars was shot down. Regardless of what caused it, it happened. We went our seperate ways.
In my mind all I wanted to do was beat Dylan back to the hotel, the quicker the better. I could just picture his face when he opens the door to find me, laxing on the hotel room bed watching t.v, explaining how my way was the fastest and that I had been there for a good half an hour. Ohh that vision had to happen.
After asking for directions-three times-the great idea of riding the rail cars to a completely different section of an unknown city, and about an hour and a half of wondering if I was ever going to find the hotel, I found it.
It took Dylan 15 minutes to find the hotel room.
When it was all over I thought back and realized that if only we had not gone to that McDonald's. But then I thought of how delicious it was and how I would do it all again just for a delicous McDonald's breakfast.
Frustration set in as the first 15 minutes of wandering past and it was becoming painfully clear that navigating the city by looking for "familiar" buildings wasn't working. I can't recall when things got bad. Maybe it was when Dylan suggested stopping for directions and me stubbernly refusing; perhaps it was when my idea to take the rail cars was shot down. Regardless of what caused it, it happened. We went our seperate ways.
In my mind all I wanted to do was beat Dylan back to the hotel, the quicker the better. I could just picture his face when he opens the door to find me, laxing on the hotel room bed watching t.v, explaining how my way was the fastest and that I had been there for a good half an hour. Ohh that vision had to happen.
After asking for directions-three times-the great idea of riding the rail cars to a completely different section of an unknown city, and about an hour and a half of wondering if I was ever going to find the hotel, I found it.
It took Dylan 15 minutes to find the hotel room.
When it was all over I thought back and realized that if only we had not gone to that McDonald's. But then I thought of how delicious it was and how I would do it all again just for a delicous McDonald's breakfast.
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