More Corn?

When I first started this summer job I told myself only throughout high school. It's only to earn some money to save up. Boy, was I wrong. Still, fifty years later, I wake up at 5:00 in the morning every day to go walk through fields detassling corn stalks. I have never gotten used to the blistering heat in the fields. Whenever I walking in the field I think of my air-conditioned houes and delicious ice cream in my freezer. That only makes me hate this job even more. Guarentee, the money is good but I am always exhausted. Once home from detassling I have to clean the house, cook dinner and take care of bills. The average time I get to sleep is 10:30 which only leaves me six and a half hours of sleep every night. After a while no sleep begans to wear on you. This job wears down on a person and because of it I can never eat corn for dinner.

My Guys

From three to five years old my favorite toys were my guys. My guys were the toys from McDonald's that come with a happy meal. I had about six or seven of them and played with them all the time. I would invent stories of battles or futuristic things and my guys were the ones that were in these stories. I don't know why I called them "my guys", probably because of my limited vocabulary back when I was three years old. I always had to have my guys with me. When my mom put me in my carseat so we could drop Abby off at school I would cry unless I had my guys with me. Those little plastic toys meant the world to me. Looking back at that now makes me laugh. I can tell I was an imaginative kid. But I laugh because normal kids choose a doll or a barbie or some type of stuffed animal as their beloved toy. I chose plastic toys that came with a happy meal from McDonald's.

Dear Future Kid

Dear Future Kid of Mine,
First off I will say, I will take any chance at embarrassing you in public. My parents did it to me, I will do it to you and if it makes you feel better you can embarrass your kids. If you ever need anything just come to me because I will definitely be cooler than your dad. Running is my favorite thing to do now so you can expect to run with your mom. Growing up I'll show you photo albums about my trips around the world. I want you to pick a sport that you love and do your best at it. You are not going to be a fat kid that stays inside and plays video games all day. I will make you go outside and play kickball or whiffleball with your siblings, friends or whatever. Just be yourself when you grow up and do whatever you want to do in life. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything you don't want to. As cheesy at it sounds I want to be the cool mom you are best friends with.
Love, Elizabeth

Unfinished Movie

I haven't really had a dream that I never wanted to end. I don't have normal dreams. They are always the most random and craziest dreams. Sometimes I have sequels to specific dreams, it is weird. The one dream I would want to finish though would be something similar to that. It was like watching a movie in my head. If it was a movie it would be under the horror/mystery genre. I can't exactly remember what happened in my dream but there was a woman who was getting chased by someone. She had found out some secret about them, I think it was that they killed someone. The woman was going to tell the police but she was stopped by the man who was chasing her. That was the point at which I woke up. I would relieve this dream just to find out what happened at the end. It is frustrating to not know what happens at the end of a movie or a book and this dream was like both of them. If I could finish this dream I'd have the woman make it to the police station after running away from the man for a while. She would make it there in time. But the man got away. The police wouldn't catch him in time. I'd have it this way because that makes a great ending to a movie.