Sunday, September 26, 2010

Week 4

1. Nothing to do, so one of my friends, my son and I decide to head to Bangor for a shopping day. We didn’t have much money, so it was more window shopping than anything. We went to the mall and a few other stores. Then drove to the Halloween store. We heard it was awesome. A little expensive, but worth it. Considering we LOVE Halloween, we decided to give it a try.
We head in the door, and my six year old stops dead in his tracks.
“Mum, this store looks scary.”
“Its all fake,” I say. “None of this is real, and most of it is made up. Kind of like unicorns and Spiderman.”
He shook his head nervously, as if to say okay, but I’m still weary.
We walk past the few really scary things and head to the children’s costumes. He wants to be the Mad Hatter this year. My friend Chelsea help me rifle through the costumes. Of course…nothing. I guess I’m going to have to make it this year.
Since us adults don’t dress up anymore for Halloween, we needn’t look at the adult costumes. We left and found a restaurant to get some grub.
 
2. Sitting around the house on a Sunday morning. Bored out of my mind. My phone rings. YES, it’s Chelsea! I chant in my head.
“You wanna go to Bangor and do a little shopping? Maybe go to the Halloween store?”
“Yes, I don’t have much money, but window shopping beats sitting here bored out of my mind. Hope you don’t mind if Riley comes….It’s so weird I was just gonna call you and see if you wanted to get together.”
“Great minds think alike! I’ll be down in a few to pick you guys up. K?”
“Okay, see you in a bit.”
After singing and talking with Riley for what seemed like days, we finally made it. Once in Bangor, we decided to head to the mall first. By the time we went to Sears, J.C Penney, The Children’s Place, Baby Gap, Dick’s Sporting Goods, Build-a-Bear and Bath & Body Works we decided we had had enough of the mall.
“Wanna go out to eat and to the Halloween store?”
“Woohoo, the Halloween store!” my six year old, Riley, yells. “Let’s go to the Halloween store, and then McDonalds!”
“Calm down Riley and sit down in your seat. Do you want to go to the Halloween store first Chels? I’m not that hungry right this minute, so it’s up to you…”
“Sure.”
As we walk in the door you could see machine made fog, bloody mannequins, and costumes galore. Riley stopped, mid step. He had very little hint of color in his face and he was latched on to my shirt pretty tightly.
“Umm Mum, this place looks scary. I don’t know if I like it.”
“It’s all fake Riley. See this guy? He’s plastic. Feel it. This blood? Its fake. Those alien things over there? There is no such thing. Kind of like Unicorns and Spiderman. They aren’t real, they’re made up. If you don‘t want to go in, we don‘t have too!”
He shook his head, and started his journey to the children’s costumes, but made sure he held my hand tightly the whole time. We all rifled through the costumes in the hopes that we would find a Mad Hatter one in Riley’s size. No such luck. He could be a princess, a brown dog, Super Man, or a whoopee cushion if he wanted…but no Mad Hatter. With a disappointed Riley, we leave and head to the Texas Roadhouse for dinner.


3. Sitting around the house on a Sunday morning. Bored out of my mind. My phone rings. Woohoo, it’s Chelsea! I say dancing around in the living room.
“You wanna go to Bangor and do a little shopping?
“Yes, I don’t have much money, but window shopping beats sitting here bored out of my mind. Hope you don’t mind if Riley comes….It’s so weird I was just gonna call you and see if you wanted to get together.”
“Great minds think alike! I’ll be down in a few to pick you guys up. K?”
“Okay, see you in a bit.”
After singing (or yelling; whichever you prefer to call it) and talking with Riley for what seemed like days, we finally made it. Once in Bangor, we decided to head to the mall first. By the time we went to Sears, J.C Penney, The Children’s Place, Baby Gap, Dick’s Sporting Goods, Build-a-Bear and Bath & Body Works we decided we had had enough of the mall. Exhausted, and very hungry we headed out.
“Wanna go out to eat and to the Halloween store?”
“Woohoo, the Halloween store!” my six year old, Riley, yells. “Let’s go to the Halloween store, and then McDonalds!”
“Riley if you don’t stop I‘ll leave you on the side of the road,” I laugh. ”Chelsea you wanna go to the Halloween store first, since Riley is super excited?”
“Sure.”
As we walk in the door you could see machine made fog, bloody mannequins, and costumes galore. Riley stopped, mid step. He had very little hint of color in his face and he was latched on to my shirt pretty tightly. He looked like he was gonna puke.
“Umm Mum, this place looks scary. I don’t know if I like it.”
“Don’t crap your pants, Riley”, Chelsea jokes. “I don’t wanna have to go to Wal-Mart and buy you new underwear.”
“It’s all fake Riley. See this guy? He’s plastic. Feel it. This blood? Its fake. Those alien things over there? There is no such thing. Kind of like Unicorns and Spiderman. They aren’t real, they’re made up. I don’t want you to have nightmares for a week, so if you wanna leave we can!”
Chelsea picked up a small skeleton, threw it at him. Trying to scare him.
He shook his head, and started his journey to the children’s costumes, but made sure he held my hand tightly the whole time. We all rifled through the costumes in the hopes that we would find a Mad Hatter one in Riley’s size. No such luck. He could be a princess, a brown dog, Super Man, or a whoopee cushion if he wanted…but no Mad Hatter.
“I wanna be a fart cushion!” Riley yells.
Bahaha “Seriously, Riley?”
“No, I was only tryin to make you laugh.” he giggled.
I looked at the price tag, “Fifty bucks, haha, yeah right!”
With a disappointed Riley, we leave and head to the Texas Roadhouse for dinner. On the way he started hysterically crying.
What’s wrong, buddy?”
“It was just scary and I keep thinking that those things are going to come to me in my dreams, and…I think I peed my pants….I didn‘t dare to ask if they had a bathroom, because I would‘ve had to go in by myself, scarrry”
Off to the store to buy more clothes, we go, then to Texas Roadhouse.


Not sure if this is what you were looking for. This was hard, and it sounded like a good topic when I started...not so much. haha



 
 

5 comments:

  1. This was what I wanted absolutely--you take a plain jane story, the basics, and then dress it up, try on a few different costumes, look at it from different angles, give us some options, enhancements, or just downright lies! Good dialogue, good development. Why didn't it feel right to you?

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  2. I guess I am just my own worst critic. I just didn't feel like the topic was that interesting. I was almost done with it and was going to start all over on another topic. I decided not too since I got behind on all of my school work when my baby was in the hospital. I also think I am not so sure of myself because we don't get actual grades. I like knowing if I am doing well or not. Does that make any sence, at all? lol

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  3. Sorry about the grade thing, but I've never been able to figure out how to grade material like this--it would be completely subjective and students would rightly scream bloody murder, saying they had no idea what my standards were. And all I could say in return is, "Well, I know what I like."

    Not very helpful.

    If I ask for a rewrite as I occasionally do, it's usually because the piece doesn't fulfill its own promise or potential, and then I can point to specific problems. I like that approach.

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  4. No need to appologize. I totally understand the grade thing. I would probably be one of those people. haha I try my hardest to make the dean's list every semester, and knowing my grades and what I have to do to improve them makes it easier. It will just be a gamble this semester, I guess. :)

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  5. As long as you are doing every assignment and rewriting if I ask for rewrites, you are on track for an A.

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