Final, blog...

The semester has been something else.  I'm truly going to miss this class...  The people, the crafts, the writing, and of course the laughs.  I will miss it all.

1.   Throughout the semester we have been able to experience several different forms of writing.  Poetry, simple stories, rhymes.  We would base them off different things like pictures, paintings or memories, even food at one point.  We would write stories based upon the seasons in our journals and on our blog.  Sometimes we had a part II to our assignments of reading our classmate's work,  then commenting on each work and summarizing on our page what we read in our peer's writings.  
2. I always found it wonderful to read work done by Laura Payne and both Taylor Marshal and Denton.  Marshal was always very fascinating to read because of her strong and loud opinions. She wasn't afraid to put out there what she believed.  Payne had a very sweet constancy that always was refreshing and smooth.  Denton managed to be the most whimsical writer I read while we were in this class, using excellent vocabulary and heavy description, I was always able to see her writing.
3. I set up my blog originally very plain.  I got bored with it fast.  I changed it to an autumn color up until Halloween, then updated it for the season.  Afterwards I changed it back to red, different though, it's a bit richer now.  The name Active Dreamer wasn't really inspired, it just sorta popped into my head one day, so I wrote it down.
4. As far is journaling goes, I don't know how into it I was or will be in the future, I have premature carpel tunnel an my right wrist so writing by hand is really annoying.  When I do journal, it's usually pretty personal, so I'd prefer no one else see.

5. A Mother's Love

   I walk in my home,
   Just saw my horse,
   Exhausting day working the play,
   My mother greets me with love.
   
   The love I'm greeted with is not just a hug,
   its also the smells in the air,
   Potato Leek Soup,
   My favorite.
   
   The aroma of soy sauce and cream,
   Pepper and Leeks
   And of course Potatoes,
   Dance through the air.
   
   As the soup simmers,
   I hear the mixer,
   Beating a batter,
   As bananas join the mix.
   
   My two favorite foods,
   Banana bread,
   Potato Leek soup,
   All I needed now was apple cider.
   
   My mother is very loving,
   she shows it in many ways,
   her cooking is just one of the few,
   I wish I could show her too,
   Just how thankful I am,
   And that I love her too.
6. Brizo
   A Shepard's Dog.
   
   
   
   
   
   A scruffy face and smiling eyes,
   Gentle and loyal,
   He's young, but looks so wise.
   Quick to act and slow to anger
   
   
   His ears are long
   His nose is busy,
   He'll love you till he's gone
   Or till his face is grey
   
   
   He may not be big,
   Though his heart is,
   He'll follow you forever.

   
   

   To the ends of the earth,

   Till the end of time,

   He'll be by your side,
   
   
   
7. I love doing creative writing in my spare time, I've been working on a novel that I plan to publish in the future.  I like to use it as an escape sometimes of what I wish my life could be like.
8. This semester has been a pleasure, I've loved getting to know some of you, others I wish I could have gotten to know better.  You're a good group.  It's sad we won't be all together again in the same class.  I hope our paths will cross again one day.  Bless you all and have a Merry Christmas.
   
   
   

Wish you were here one more Christmas...

Moments 
September 2014

To a departed, beloved, friend, mother and grandmother,  truly the greatest there was in every way...

To: Emma Francis Roberts

Love, your Grandchildren

-Never have I ever heard someone say “Well, Hello Josh,” as sweetly as Banananose.  It just had that certain loving grandma ring to it that made me feel good.  Even when I got scolded, which I swear rarely happened, I could still feel the love and care.  

-Grandma made the best birthday cake ever. I deem that at my house anyway it shall hence forth be called, Grandma’s Gooey Butter Cake

-I am still not sorry I locked her out for the car and ate her Lorna Doones.

-No matter what she was always a smooth operator ready with great advice.

-Josh Roberts 

-Sit in the reclining chairs and watch the news until we wanted to go to bed, and just simply spend time together while I lived there.

-When I lived with her she always woke up just to have breakfast with me, and then would go back to bed afterwards. 

-She would always send letters with news articles, leaves and flower petals to her grandkids when she found something she thought would interest them.

-Joey Roberts

-Since I grew up in California, I never got to see fire flies.  Only when I got to visit my Grandma and Grandpa did I get to see fire flies.  Her backyard was so magical at dusk, with the sun faintly reflecting towards her garden of vegetables and heritage flowers, it was like a fairy tale once you added in the fire flies.  

-Towards the end of her time with us, she mentioned to my mom and I constantly, how proud she was of her grandchildren, and how thankful she was for all of them, and her sisters, children and her husband Leo.

-Emma Hayford

-It made me so happy to hear her tell us what a blessing we all were, she was always so hospitable to us and always kind to us, always going out of her way to make sure we were all happy.

-Before I left for college, I was able to have a one on one conversation with her.  She told me how much her grandkids meant to her and gave me her words of encouragements.  I am so happy to know that the last time I got to see her it was just the two of us and we said good bye.  As much as I’ll miss her, I am happy about the note we left on.

-Davis Hayford

- Growing up with grandma and grandpa living down the street , i was lucky enough to spend a lot of time with grandma.  I would help her in the garden , and one of my favorite memories was learning how to make her famous chicken and dumplings. I also spent a lot of time playing and climbing the apple tree in her front yard.  

- As they moved to springfield I did not get to see grandma as often but our time together was always special , she will be missed.!

-John Roberts

-Since I didn’t live near my grandma, when I got to spend the night at grandma’s was super special, since it was such a rarity.  She gave me whatever I wanted for breakfast and I always picked orange soda and cake, so thats what she gave me.

-Nathan Roberts

-Being around Grandma always brought a feeling of specialness and laughter.  I loved hearing the stories that she would tell, and laughing together with her, especially when something unexpected would come out and really crack us all up, which happened a lot. Her extremely positive outlook on life, always focusing on the blessings, was something that for me really stood out.  I learned a lot from that outlook, and it comes to mind often when dealing with tough situations.  

- Eydie Anderson-Dummit

Benji

I do not have a picture of my photograph, but I will describe it.


Benji was exactly what someone would use to describe a dog.  "Man's best friend".  Benji was a perfect mutt, scruffy and wiry as could be with erect ears.  He was fun sized, he liked to go for boat rides across the family pond.  Benji was a family friend, protector and comic.  In the picture he is shown next to a beer can while standing on the dock at the family farm.

Remi

        Remi lived alone in a back alley in Mexico City.  A very dangerous place for any dog to live, for in this city, dog fights thrived, with cruel men picking up any dog from the street to be either a competitor, or bait, to be ripped to shreds by the challengers.  Remi could barely keep up with the world around him.  For such a tiny dog, he kept up fairly well however.
       One day, a very important religious figure was in town.  Remi was curious to all the hullabaloo and went and followed the trail.  There were flowers and people cheering, Remi felt like a prince!  He held his head high and pranced down the street.  Such a wonderful moment for such a small dog.

Maybe Glen McBride

This is Maybe Glen and her Aunt Mini.  Maybe was quite a tomboy.  She dreaded dress and pretty shoes.  She loved chasing toads and rolling in mud.  It took hours to scramble her into a dress, little legs flailing everywhere, kicking and screaming.  Mini was anything but pleased with her five year old niece's behavior.  The only way that they could get Maybe to sit still for the photographer was to put her on the neighbor's pony Finnegan. 

For France, Syria, Iraq and the Downfall of Isis

My love, be at peace

You’ve seen too much

You’ve bled enough

Where is society

Mon amour , être en paix

Vous avez vu trop de
Vous avez saigné assez
Où est la société

As cities burn, as mother’s cry,

we shall rise,

the world deserves justice

And peace will be delivered

There’s humans everywhere,

But there is no humanity.

My heart goes to you, my love

Please be strong, Please endure

Il ya l'homme partout dans le monde ,
Mais il n'y a pas d'humanité .
Mon coeur va à vous, mon amour
S'il vous plaît être fort, s'il vous plaît supporter

As cities burn, as mother’s cry,

we shall rise,

the world deserves justice

And peace will be delivered

We will stand together as one.

Not just us, but all of us,

We’ve all faced the fire,

It’s time to be forceful

Nous resterons ensemble comme une seule .
Pas seulement nous, mais nous tous ,
Nous avons tous été confrontés au feu,
Il est temps d'être énergique

Mon amour , être en paix

Vous avez vu trop de
Vous avez saigné assez
Où est la société

A Mother's Love

I walk in my home,
Just saw my horse,
Exhausting day working the play,
My mother greets me with love.

The love I'm greeted with is not just a hug,
its also the smells in the air,
Potato Leek Soup,
My favorite.  

The aroma of soy sauce and cream,
Pepper and Leeks
And of course Potatoes,
Dance through the air.

As the soup simmers,
I hear the mixer,
Beating a batter,
As bananas join the mix.

My two favorite foods,
Banana bread,
Potato Leek soup,
All I needed now was apple cider.

My mother is very loving,
she shows it in many ways,
her cooking is just one of the few,
I wish I could show her too,
Just how thankful I am,
And that I love her too.

Thoughts on Real Life

I found Dan in Real Life to be frustrated and stressful.  I hate when relationships are split up especially from the inside.  I feel like Maria or whatever her name was, should have kept driving and not called Dan.  I feel like her calling Dan was selfish and hurtful to Mitch.  Now, Imagine how much tension those family reunions are gonna have...

Favorite Movie Quotes

Photo Hunt Endevour

Travel the world, first France, then Costa Rica, now Italy.  Only at Kickapoo High School

#GrandTour

A penny for the thoughts of a flower.  What it sees, and what it could share.

#Stopandsmell

In the walls of KHS, I've faced my biggest battles, external and internal.  Come May 2016,  I will not weep for you.

#PEACEOUTKHS

Aladdin brings me joy.  The image of the Tiger Spirit in the dessert makes me happy.

#WholeNewWorld

A crooked smile, hides it all.  You'll never know what it thinks.

#Merherher

Mrs. Clark helped guild me through my toughest year in high school.  It was a very dark time for me, and a time where two very misunderstood people could connect.

#ThankYouMrsC

The bridge.

Peering through the window, I saw the country side, the rolling hills and changing trees of northern Arkansas.  I was headed home for fall break from college, U of A to be exact.  I was tired and nauseous for the winding roads and the sinking sun behind the clouds.  My parents were expecting me to be there tomorrow evening, but I chose to leave early and surprise them.  That was my first mistake that night.  

     As the sun finally disappeared across the horizon, and the night began, I wanted to push on and make it home at least by morning.  I got onto a road, very narrow and had no lines.  The whole thing for nearly three miles was a narrow shaky bridge.  I am terrified of bridges, I always fear the worst, but if I wanna gut home fast, it's the best way to go.
    I'd gone this way many times before, including at night, but everything was different tonight.  There was a very thick eerie fog coating the bridge.  I was the only one there as well.  usually there is at least three other people in close range, but this night was completely silent, until, There was a slight ghostly howl.  I was mid way through the bridge when I saw a person, stripped to nothing, they didn't even have skin on their body.  
     She had been murdered, skinned and left for dead.  Only she wasn't dead yet.  Or was she?  I stopped my car in a panic not knowing what to do.  She moaned and groaned until she finally sputtered out of her blood dripped mouth,  "Help me, please" Her eyes began to pool with blood and she collapsed as someone from behind me blew several metallic holes into her chest.  I turned around to see a young man, my age, holding a 9 mm pistol. He was tall and beautiful, and staring me down.
      "Get in my car."
      "Bu-"
      "Now!"
      I ran to his car and screamed around to go back.  We sat for a moment and he didn't say a word.  I was frantic, and hyperventilating from the rush of fear in my body.  He pulled the car over on the end of the bridge and began to chant something, I don't even know what.  He bowed his head then yelled, and I felt myself be whisked from my body and into another. sadly for me...  It was the body of the dead skinless girl. Never trust anyone.  Regardless of their beauty or courage.  I was simply a skin puppet that came along at exactly the wrong time.  Now his girlfriend is safe, alive and in my body.
        For those of you who say the dead can't feel...  They can.

Only us Witches...

A touch of beet pulp and a tub of molasses... Wait let me start over I wasn't wearing my glasses...

When your heart feels cold and all light is dim, walk to the cauldron, and start to spin, a cup of toads heels, and eyes of mice, slices of lemon peel and water from only the deepest spring in the cave state.  Boil the mix over a carbon flame, let it stew till the mix is obviously not he same.  Once it's changed add some goat ears and love bird eggs.  Your mix should be growing to a florescent purple.Let it stew some more until it begins to steam.  You'll have one last ingredient,  some herbal rose tea.  The mix will reverse and turn green, the liquid will subdue and the steam and smoke will rise, reach your hand to the bottom and pull your surprise.  Ever wonder how magicians pull rabbits from their hats? Well, only us witches know that.

I was putting on my Halloween costume, when I heard something in my closet...  I froze for a moment then remembered, oh yeah, I'm a witch!  I'll just freeze time and see what it is.  I walked to my closet and saw a nasty little creature with its teeth barred and claws barred.  I jumped back and squealed.  What the heck was that thing? I ran and got a net, unfroze everything, then realized something.  It was the rabbit I just made... He was sneezing...

Emma in Reel Lyfe

1. My favorite movie is "The Fall."  Although it is not directed by my favorite director, Wes Anderson, it is a very similar style to his.  It has bright color schemes, and highly witty humor that leaves you thinking once you're done
2. I can't do horror movies.  Nope.
3.  For as far as viewing movies I prefer to watch with my dog, bunny and a large Imo's pizza.
4. I'm basically all about the art in movies
5. In my movie the only person to play me is me.

Gimme Future

1. To be quite honest.  I found very little of what he said interesting.  Though I find very little interesting that doesn't have to do with animals.  I did however find some of what he was saying helpful, though it was a far cry from interesting for me.
2. Which commentary group would be best for criticism on my novel?
3. I would like to make it to college, and through college, I want to spend time being me and living on my own with a bunch of animals. Then long down the road I want a family and four kids.

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Stalking the Pump

Crawling, creeping through the grass,

an orange tom cat's tail stays erect.

He's stalking his prey,

a wild shrew.

He leans forward on his belly,

ready to pounce,

Like a torpedo,

he launches from the grass

His prize is nowhere to be seen.

Only three red gas pumps

and a tall, slender man.

The cat was confused.

Where was his shrew? 

Possible the sent was masked by gasoline?

Possible.

The man looked at the confused creature

then knelt down.

"Here kitty, kitty."

His hands covered in black grease.

The tom cat was unsure,

this man was unfamiliar,

he smelled chemical,

though he seemed friendly.

The cat approached with caution.

"There you go buddy"

The man said softly

The cat felt reassured.

The man slowly reached around to his pocket,

pulling out a couple strands of jerky.

He offered them to the cat.

Once again, the cat became confused.

"Here, bud. Hungry?"

The cat looked, smelled the meat

the seasoning over powered the gas,

He wanted it

He lunged forward

and took it in his paws,

The man chuckled,

as he watched the Tom cat disappear into the bushes.

Brizo & the Duel

Brizo

A Shepard's Dog.

A scruffy face and smiling eyes,

Gentle and loyal,

He's young, but looks so wise.

Quick to act and slow to anger

His ears are long

His nose is busy,

He'll love you till he's gone

Or till his face is grey

He may not be big,

Though his heart is,

He'll follow you forever.

To the ends of the earth,
Till the end of time,
He'll be by your side,

The Duel

The two studs went at it.

A duel for dominance.

The elder bay stallion,

he had been challenged.

The challenger,

a young grey stud,

played his cards smart and quick,

grasping the for leg of the elder stud.

Little does the grey know,

this is not the bay's first fight,

He jumps and latches onto the neck of the grey,

just at the base of the poll

Blood is falling from both stallions,

The crimson color of the blood flows

It blends simply into the rugged bay arabian,

Where as the grey, is defeated,  glowing with stains

Another battle won for the king.

Rosa Bonheur

Rosa Bonheur was born in 1822 and died in 1899.  She was born is Bordeaux, France to Raimond and Sophie Bonheur. When she was 11 her father left their family to live a reclusive live, not to soon after her mother died simply of working herself to death.  In her artist career she studied under an artist named, Léon Cognient.  She became most well known for her work with oils and little sculpting.  Her most famous works were called The Horse Fair and Ploughing in the Nivernais.  My personal favorites are Brizo, a Shepard's Dog, because the dog's portrait reminds me a lot of my dog, Summer.  A shaggy, scruffy dog with thoughtful eyes and a warm look to its face.  My second is The Duel, it;s a painting of a bay stallion and grey stallion fighting for dominance, the bay has a hold on the grey's neck, which reminds me of when my horse got into a fight with a stallion and took a large wound to the neck.  I'm very excited to write passed off her work.  Rosa Bonheur and I really could have been good friends with the fact we both have such a strong passion for animals.

Newspaper

Maltese Puppies For Sale:

When Stella first came up pregnant, I figured I could sell the puppies to get me out of economic gap.  Now here I am, one week from her due date. Homes already lined up for the four unborn puppies.  Though something in my gut just didn't feel right.I couldn't tell what it was. Stella is my favorite dog I've had in my adult life.  I was very content with her being my only dog.  All the pups were lined up for good homes, with well off families and kids to play with them.  Though, I just couldn't figure it out.  Something felt... Off.
The day finally came, and Stella's third litter finally came.  4 squeaking, whimpering puppies had entered the world.  Three boys and one excitable little girl.  These four were different from the other puppies I bred.

Don't quote me...

I have been blessed with getting to read the works of Sam, Jesse and Daniel.  All three are very talented writers and I look forward to seeing more of their work!

My first thing I read Sam, was her 6 word piece.

1. I can see where you are coming from when you say "looking for adventure, can be useless."  My interpretation of what you wrote is that you don't necessarily NEED to look for adventure, that it CAN indeed be useless looking for it, because more times than not, it will find you.  Just about a week ago, I was planning on going to the barn to see my horse, average Saturday for me, then there was a yellow lab running through the street no collar and no owner.  I pulled over and picked him up.  He ended up making my ordinary day, extraordinary.

Next I read her newspaper piece.

1.  I love the beautiful feeling this story presents.  If I close my eyes I can visualize being on the farm, I can smell the french toast and then I could feel the heart wrenching feeling of losing someone you care about.

Then I moved on to Jesse's work and began with his 6 words

1. I love you're comment "To understand is to do different."  That is very deep.  When I think about that I think of how, if you want to understand things, you need to try different paths.  Very cool line.

Then I looked at his "Don't Quote me on this"

1. I find this post very interesting.  I mean obviously you don't like this guy AT ALL.  Based upon the quotes a person share, tells me a lot about who that person is.

My final read, was on Daniel's Kermit the frog blog.

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