HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDD!!!

(Kinda creepy picture of my dad and Eva in the snow)

Today is my Dad's 50th birthday. Yup, it's a big one. Right now he is out doing his favorite thing, walking the dog in the woods. haha. So I figured I would share a poem I no, Eva the dog, wrote for my dad.

Dad,
I know it's your birthday and you're fifty years old.
That's a special one, at least that's what I've been told.

So I want to take a minute to appreciate you,
You deserve it for all that you do.

Don't tell the family, but you're my fave,
To be like you, I keep my hair with a little wave.

We have our special things we do with each other,
But don't worry, what happens at these times I'll never tell Mother.

You make my tail wag this way and that,
When you take me on walks so I don't get fat.

I love how we share our special treats,
That I sometimes find in between your seats.

You give me the best rubs I ever got,
I get so many! SO that's saying a lot.

I see how much you do for others too,
This is obvious when I take trips with you.

The family talking about you is all abuzz,
And I know why, Thank you for being the best dad there ever was.

Love, Eva


Kinda silly, but cute. Right? haha.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!


xoxo
Ali

More Creative Writing

My creative writing is a major work in progress. Let's just say I have a lot to learn. For one thing, comma splices? Apparently they are a major thing, whoops!
So I figured I would share another small piece. This one had to focus strictly on the sense of hearing.
What do you think?

All around her people whizzed by hooting and hollering. The young girl just stood, and stared at the big machines as they went whoosh around and around, screeched and shrieked their rusty way up the hills, and creaked and groaned their way around the enormous circles. When the girl turned her head to the right, she heard the jolly laughter of children and little feet padding the ground. Mothers and Fathers gayly and vigorously encouraging their children to “wave!” and “smile!” She also heard bouncy music booming from the speakers all around. When the girl moved her head to the left, the noises were quiet different. On this side they were not charming and pleasant to the ear. Instead, the noises were a mixture of many sounds that needed to be deciphered. To start, the ground rumbled and shook from both the machines and the big men and women that ran so fast they left a booming thump-thump-thump. Their voices were a mixture of enthusiastically squealing in delight and glee to appalling sounds of grown men and women moaning and blubbering. One thing for sure, every voice was largely animated.
When the girl walked closer to the largest contraption, she could faintly hear sounds of people gagging as they hollered, “I am never doing this again!” The sounds wafting from the children’s side seem so much more subdued, but the girl wondered why so many more people chose to scream, yell, and complain by the biggest machines. The young girl had to try it for herself as she took her place in line for the noisiest roller coaster, the one where the earsplitting sounds reverberated from. After all, the noises, shock, and fear are what an amusement park is all about.

xoxo
Ali

Major Life Decisions

So, lately the question of the day has been, "What am I going to do with the rest of my life?" Just when I thought I had it all figured out, now I'm not so sure.
Just about three years ago I graduated high school with the sure thought that I wanted to be a teacher. Well, you know how some kids can say, "I've wanted to be a teacher since I was little. It is something I always wanted to do," that was never me. About two years ago I kinda pretended it was me, but in reality I flip flopped through so many career choices through the years. At one point I wanted to be a vet tech, at another point I wanted to do something with fashion, teaching was just kinda always in the background. When I graduated high school I was 100% heart felt on teaching all the way! The only thing I couldn't decide was what subject to major in? What grade to teach?
Three years later and I'm still struggling with some of these same questions but I have also added about 10 more. This is all because I chose writing arts as my second major, thanks a lot.
Now I think, maybe I shouldn't teach at all? Maybe I should become a college professor? Of what, creative writing? Or, should I go further into the writing business? What would that entail though? Or, could I even do that?
Then I thought of an editor. I love, love, love reading. Always have, and I always will. Maybe I can see myself becoming an editor for romance novels? But then I found out there aren't any jobs in Philly so I guess I would have to take a shot at New York.
My other option would be to write. A fashion magazine would be perfect for me. However, then there is the same question of how would I get into something like that? The final option would be to write books. I would love to one day write something that is published, so maybe that would be a good choice. Would I start on a novel? Or go to the children's book side?

Hm, thanks writing arts for putting all these doubts in my head. Especially now when I am so close to being done. Luckily, I can stick to my major no matter what I decide. Perhaps this is just a phase of some sort?
No matter what, when I graduate I'll have a teaching certificate and writing arts degree and then I can see where the chips fall.

xoxo
Ali

Sulky Saturday

Snow? You have seriously disappointed me. Another Saturday, and you decide to hit me with about 27 inches. A new all time high for this Winter. No worries though, I still have high hopes for Tuesday night. There is still a chance my 8am class can be canceled, right? Okay, okay, enough complaining. I'm sorry, I'll stop.
Today I was inside alll dayyy longgg. I couldn't find any sleds because I think they got buried under the snow in the backyard and I wasn't about to go scrounging through that. Fortunately, one of my teachers assigned me the Stephen King novel. The one about his writing history? Well, I had that to cozy up to all day. I also took Eva the dog on a walk in the snow. She was so cute hopping around like a bunny.
On the subject of books, I also have a new favorite author! J.R. Ward writes wonderful and trilling Romance novels. When my mom first showed me the first book, "Dark Lover" I refused to read it. Really? Another book about a vampire? Boy, was I wrong though. I'm glad I finally picked it up because I have become full blown addicted to the series.

Sorry it's such a boring post, I'll try to spice it up next time.

xoxo
Ali

Snow: It's a Love/ Hate Relationship

Dearest snow,
The first 20 years of my life we were best friends. Whenever we were separated, I prayed for you to return. I even had a snow dance that I performed for you. Sometimes, I even think it helped call you to my house. Whether you showed up morning, noon, or night, any day of the week, I didn't care. I loved seeing you flutter down outside.

Now, things have changed. I'm so sorry, but I just don't have the same love for you this winter. Perhaps it is because you always show up on weekends. Never once this season have you come during the week. Why are you avoiding the week days?

If you want to get back on my good side, I have a proposition for you. You have ruined two weekends now, that means two days where I had to sit inside suffocating with boredom. These days, you are too cold and never seem to stick the right way to make a fun snowman. However, I put up with you so now it is time to pay me back. It's only fair....

Here is my brilliant idea, listen up snow! If you have any respect for me, or if you ever hope to restore our friendship, you must come during the week. To be more specific, a Wednesday. You see, every Wednesday I go to school at 8am and do not come home until after 9pm. You have to understand that this day is torture. We were once good friends, and I know we will have a love for each other again.

Please, please, help me out here.
13 Wednesday's left before the end of the semester.
If you could help me out with one? Maybe two? That would be lovely.



(Snow: This is a picture from when we were friends. See how we were out frolicking with you?)

Thanks so much.
Love,
xoxox Ali

Love is in the Air

Love and the smell of roses are in the air, you know what that means? Valentine's Day is just around the corner! Yes, this is a holiday most people hate. Yes, I'm not a big fan of it either. So why am I so excited? Because this year there is a contest going on, and it's a fashion contest at that!
www.chictopia.com (the link isn't working? Sorry!) is hosting a Valentine's Day contest where the winner gets a Forever 21 gift card. Since Forever 21 is one of my favorite stores, and since I am mildly obsessed with entering contests, I worked on my entry this weekend.
The rules are to submit a picture, wearing something by Forever 21, and hold a sign with your "Valentine's" name. Mickey and I scoured the stores for the perfect Valentine's day props, and spent a large portion of Sunday taking what turned out to be 128 pictures. WOW!
Then, last night I submitted my entry under my username of hymerhasalison.
Want to see some of the pics? Here they are.
What do you think?
Cross your fingers that I maybe, hopefully win!






This bottom picture is the one I entered into the contest. So far my picture has a whopping one comment on the site. Woohoo! Go me! haha

xoxo
Ali