Dear Journal,
Wow! My life has been such an amazing roller coaster as the ride has changed direction and speed this last summer. You see, I have learned a lot thanks to my family and friends. For example, sticking up for whats right was one of the main things that my dad guided me through. This helped me not only with Bull and Jasper Jr. but also helped me understand why people are who they are and what makes them be them. My family has gone through a lot this summer from my dad sinkin' Dusty Muleman's ship to my "dead" grandpa appearing from nowhere to save the day. If only I could have a written document that thanks my family... That is it! Here, I am going to thank my family for all that they have done and all that they will do for me in the next years of my life.
Abbey: Sis, you are truly the best sister a guy could ever have. You do everything with me. From fishing and swimming, to coming up with master mine plans and bringing them to life. You are always there for me and this is why I put you first in my head.
Mom: What can I say? You are a caring and loving woman. I know that you would never let anything bad happen to Abbey or Dad which really makes me think of you all the time. If it weren't for you, I would probably still be riding my bike to the beach with training wheels. You made it so that I could have roots to start growing. Thank you.
Grandpa Bobby: I don't exactly know you as well as I should but from now on, (well at least when you get back from Cuba) we have to be best palls. There is a lot that you still need to know about me and Abbey and I think it would be cool to start fresh. Let's talk some time.
Shelly: Hey! You are awesome. At first, I was kinda afraid of you but now, I look up to you as a person (not some woman who is ten stories taller than me.) Thank you so much for all that you have done this summer. Without you, my dad would probably still be in jail and the beaches would be as dirty as ever. Thanks for everything!
Last but not least, Dad: Where do I start? You are probably one of the most kindest people that walks this earth. You can put environment first just remember what you did to the Coral Queen. You make my life worth while which is truly an accomplishment. Thank you very, very much.
And thank you all of those people that mean something to this world. You are always prepared to do what's right not to mention helping others. It is you who make his world a great place to live.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Robert Lee Underwood (Grandpa Bobby)
Dear Journal,
Below are the mane ideas for my life itself. I may not be the best man in the world, but I still believe that everyone and everything has a good side to it and we can all work together to make things right. Here are the ideas that I think go on in my family and why they apply to us so darn well...
Support: My family lets just say isn't the most dandy in the world but we sure do have our moments. Support happens often because lets just face it, we all get our selfs into trouble occasionally even if it is over somebody dumping gross stuff into the water. We all have our own ideas about life.
Ethics: Although my son Paine, does do stuff before he thinks, I still question over the fact that he doesn't know what he's doin'. I mean the man always has a point for doin' something and he's almost always right about what he does. I guess the woman in our family are a bit smarter in the sense that they actually use their minds.
Proof: Okay, maybe this only has to do with the whole Coral Queen deal, it still makes sense in that fact that in order to declare something, you have to make sure that you know what you are going to say and the real truth about it. It doesn't make any sense to say a lie and then not even get the point across.
Thanks for listenin' and I hope that you learned a little about not just me, but my family. And the next time you decide to take something you normally take for granted, be sure to observe the matter in a different way and maybe, just maybe you will be able to be grateful for what you have.
Below are the mane ideas for my life itself. I may not be the best man in the world, but I still believe that everyone and everything has a good side to it and we can all work together to make things right. Here are the ideas that I think go on in my family and why they apply to us so darn well...
Support: My family lets just say isn't the most dandy in the world but we sure do have our moments. Support happens often because lets just face it, we all get our selfs into trouble occasionally even if it is over somebody dumping gross stuff into the water. We all have our own ideas about life.
Ethics: Although my son Paine, does do stuff before he thinks, I still question over the fact that he doesn't know what he's doin'. I mean the man always has a point for doin' something and he's almost always right about what he does. I guess the woman in our family are a bit smarter in the sense that they actually use their minds.
Proof: Okay, maybe this only has to do with the whole Coral Queen deal, it still makes sense in that fact that in order to declare something, you have to make sure that you know what you are going to say and the real truth about it. It doesn't make any sense to say a lie and then not even get the point across.
Thanks for listenin' and I hope that you learned a little about not just me, but my family. And the next time you decide to take something you normally take for granted, be sure to observe the matter in a different way and maybe, just maybe you will be able to be grateful for what you have.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Food Coloring (bright fusia with a big punch)
Dear diary,
My name is Gerold and here. I have always lived my life to the fullest. But it is hard when you have lived on a grocery store shelf waiting to be hand picked and bought by a loving baker. I have always had thid same dream and my friends would always tease me and say that I was an optimistic fool who was hoping for only the best. I learned to ignore them and move on with more important things including learning about my origin, basic food making techniques and how to make a perfect cake. I figured now that I was going to be a part of an amazing master piece, I should only know the best in top chef dining. Days went on like always in the summer; slowly, hot and unexiting. I mean it's one thing not being sold for a 6 year-old but I mean knowing that no one would ever think to bake a cake in this kind of whether is dream crushing. My parents always tought me to be the best that I can be and that is what I plan to do. Days went on and on. Being in the back, I couldn't really tell but that is what I kept hearing costumers say as they payed withe their fancy credit cards and leave normally carrying a icy cold water bottle or something summery like that. Suddenly, I heard the chime ring at the door (telling that a costumer was there) on a day that seemed to never end. Then, when I heard them saying that they wanted all of the fusia food dyes in the shop, I almost fainted. However, I knew that I had to look the best in order to be taken seriously. So I sucked in and stood up straight and tall and said to myself, today is the day.
* * *
No!!! I thought what I had taken to be a chef, was actually a crazy master mine who was out to get back at some guy, I had settled on the thought that my life was going down the drain. Litterally! They were fushing all of us down the drains of the Coral Queen. As I was striped of my cap I thought, if I can't be a part of a world famous cake, why not be a part of something worth while... Like a foolish plan.
My name is Gerold and here. I have always lived my life to the fullest. But it is hard when you have lived on a grocery store shelf waiting to be hand picked and bought by a loving baker. I have always had thid same dream and my friends would always tease me and say that I was an optimistic fool who was hoping for only the best. I learned to ignore them and move on with more important things including learning about my origin, basic food making techniques and how to make a perfect cake. I figured now that I was going to be a part of an amazing master piece, I should only know the best in top chef dining. Days went on like always in the summer; slowly, hot and unexiting. I mean it's one thing not being sold for a 6 year-old but I mean knowing that no one would ever think to bake a cake in this kind of whether is dream crushing. My parents always tought me to be the best that I can be and that is what I plan to do. Days went on and on. Being in the back, I couldn't really tell but that is what I kept hearing costumers say as they payed withe their fancy credit cards and leave normally carrying a icy cold water bottle or something summery like that. Suddenly, I heard the chime ring at the door (telling that a costumer was there) on a day that seemed to never end. Then, when I heard them saying that they wanted all of the fusia food dyes in the shop, I almost fainted. However, I knew that I had to look the best in order to be taken seriously. So I sucked in and stood up straight and tall and said to myself, today is the day.
* * *
No!!! I thought what I had taken to be a chef, was actually a crazy master mine who was out to get back at some guy, I had settled on the thought that my life was going down the drain. Litterally! They were fushing all of us down the drains of the Coral Queen. As I was striped of my cap I thought, if I can't be a part of a world famous cake, why not be a part of something worth while... Like a foolish plan.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Abbey Underwood's Journal (it is not a diary)
Dear Journal,
Obviously, I belong to a really strange family. As far as I can remember it had always been like this; Dad the nut case, my mom the oh so responsible woman who backs him up when he gets into trouble, Noah... well himself and me who seems to be the audience for this comedy. I have always thought of how lucky other kids are to have such a normal life however now, I believe that normal is boring and in order to have fun, you have to be willing to push a couple o rules and stick with what you believe in (at least that's what my dad calls it.) You see he recently was imprisoned for the crime of sinking Dusty Muleman's ship. However, he said that he did it because in order to save money, the Coral Queen was dumping it's holding tanks into the water which was not only polluting sea life, but the kids who would go and play at Thunder Beach. Me and Noah have always had a little agreement: he would watch out for Dad and make sure that he wasn't doing anything wrong and I would look after Mom. It has worked until now. Dad has got himself and mom has thought about arranging a divorce (I was eavesdropping!) Noah had tried to step in by getting the attention of an man who had worked with dad on Dusty's ship but then he disappeared. Now it was my turn. All I had to do was catch Dusty in the act and then the coast guards would believe my dad about what he was doing. So, I did what I had to do. After acting out a fake stomach ache, I sneaked out my bedroom door while my family was eatin' dinner. I didn't even tell my brother! I took my dad's video camera and headed toward the docks. It was now late- about 10:00 and I soon got to the cape and I spotted the target. It wasn't hard getting on to the boat because that bald man that Mr. Muleman had hired, was asleep in his car like always. The hard part was finding a place where I could shout this essential video. I chose to hide in the Crow's Nest (a higher part of the boat used for spotting fish) it had a good view of the deck. It wasn't much later until I heard voices which I later found out to be the crew members dumping the crap water of the side. It was hard to get a view because I couldn't find out how to use the zoom feature but at the time it looked like a Spielberg Grammy winner. After witnessing in full perspective of them in the act, I took off at full speed. I didn't look back but kept on running. Getting closer to the highway, I decided to turn and hide into the woods and stayed there for a while. I saw many cars go by and then one passed that looked exactly like my dads and even made me turn my head however I then laughed at the thought of my whole family all cramped up in a car in the middle of the night. Then, a half an hour later, after heading home, I found out that it wasn't a joke and they actually were looking for me. You can't imagine how good I felt when I handed the tape to dad and told him what I had been up to. Later, that feeling was gone after watching some polar bear go through a snow storm. The tape was crud! it was so dark that he tape didn't pick uo anything but two moving objects that kinda looked like June bugs. This worthless adventure in the end was still fun and inside I was actually proud of myself.
Obviously, I belong to a really strange family. As far as I can remember it had always been like this; Dad the nut case, my mom the oh so responsible woman who backs him up when he gets into trouble, Noah... well himself and me who seems to be the audience for this comedy. I have always thought of how lucky other kids are to have such a normal life however now, I believe that normal is boring and in order to have fun, you have to be willing to push a couple o rules and stick with what you believe in (at least that's what my dad calls it.) You see he recently was imprisoned for the crime of sinking Dusty Muleman's ship. However, he said that he did it because in order to save money, the Coral Queen was dumping it's holding tanks into the water which was not only polluting sea life, but the kids who would go and play at Thunder Beach. Me and Noah have always had a little agreement: he would watch out for Dad and make sure that he wasn't doing anything wrong and I would look after Mom. It has worked until now. Dad has got himself and mom has thought about arranging a divorce (I was eavesdropping!) Noah had tried to step in by getting the attention of an man who had worked with dad on Dusty's ship but then he disappeared. Now it was my turn. All I had to do was catch Dusty in the act and then the coast guards would believe my dad about what he was doing. So, I did what I had to do. After acting out a fake stomach ache, I sneaked out my bedroom door while my family was eatin' dinner. I didn't even tell my brother! I took my dad's video camera and headed toward the docks. It was now late- about 10:00 and I soon got to the cape and I spotted the target. It wasn't hard getting on to the boat because that bald man that Mr. Muleman had hired, was asleep in his car like always. The hard part was finding a place where I could shout this essential video. I chose to hide in the Crow's Nest (a higher part of the boat used for spotting fish) it had a good view of the deck. It wasn't much later until I heard voices which I later found out to be the crew members dumping the crap water of the side. It was hard to get a view because I couldn't find out how to use the zoom feature but at the time it looked like a Spielberg Grammy winner. After witnessing in full perspective of them in the act, I took off at full speed. I didn't look back but kept on running. Getting closer to the highway, I decided to turn and hide into the woods and stayed there for a while. I saw many cars go by and then one passed that looked exactly like my dads and even made me turn my head however I then laughed at the thought of my whole family all cramped up in a car in the middle of the night. Then, a half an hour later, after heading home, I found out that it wasn't a joke and they actually were looking for me. You can't imagine how good I felt when I handed the tape to dad and told him what I had been up to. Later, that feeling was gone after watching some polar bear go through a snow storm. The tape was crud! it was so dark that he tape didn't pick uo anything but two moving objects that kinda looked like June bugs. This worthless adventure in the end was still fun and inside I was actually proud of myself.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Diary of the "Sewage Tank"
Dear unforgettable diary,
Today I have witnessed a fragment of my abuse through a boy named Noah Underwood. I know so because he had parked his mountain bike on one of my outgoing pipes. My day started off ordinary, I woke up to find the Coral Queen leave the dock and then two hours worth of sleep until it comes back and goes back out to sea. It normally does this at night time however it takes round trips to other places before they "gamble" out on the water. Here, is where I come in. You see, I was made for one purpose only: a prop to use as Captain Muleman's scheme. This old cheapskate saved money by illegally dumping sewage water into the mesa instead of pumping it off his boat into the tank (me) where a truck comes to pick the waste up. He acted like he was dumping the water into me so that he wouldn't be caught after a local taxi driver declared that he indeed was dumping the sewer water into the ocean. But when no one listened to that goon, he went out and sank Dusty Muleman's boat and now, the police have him locked up in a jail sell off of Highway 1. This man happened to be the father of Noah and all his kid was trying to do was prove his innocence by witnessing Dusty in the act. It was about 12:45 and I ass getting ready for bead when I heard a commotion in the bushes. It might have been my keen hearing skills for the bald guy that was hired to guard the ship at night had no idea that anything was happening, in fact, he was asleep in the front seat of an old family sedan that was parked on the dock in front of the boat. I soon found out that the boy had sneaked onto the boat after a police car pulled up and the bald guy was searching frantically aboard the hip for the cause of the poker chips being spilled all over the deck. They must have been blind because as soon as the bald man went on, Noah got off, took his bike and a piece of my rusted container, (as a piece of evidence of the illegal dumping I later guessed) and peddled off into the darkness of the forest. Although that piece of rusted metal didn't contain any liquid into the holding tanks, I even so seemed to be very fond of the pieces apart of me.
Today I have witnessed a fragment of my abuse through a boy named Noah Underwood. I know so because he had parked his mountain bike on one of my outgoing pipes. My day started off ordinary, I woke up to find the Coral Queen leave the dock and then two hours worth of sleep until it comes back and goes back out to sea. It normally does this at night time however it takes round trips to other places before they "gamble" out on the water. Here, is where I come in. You see, I was made for one purpose only: a prop to use as Captain Muleman's scheme. This old cheapskate saved money by illegally dumping sewage water into the mesa instead of pumping it off his boat into the tank (me) where a truck comes to pick the waste up. He acted like he was dumping the water into me so that he wouldn't be caught after a local taxi driver declared that he indeed was dumping the sewer water into the ocean. But when no one listened to that goon, he went out and sank Dusty Muleman's boat and now, the police have him locked up in a jail sell off of Highway 1. This man happened to be the father of Noah and all his kid was trying to do was prove his innocence by witnessing Dusty in the act. It was about 12:45 and I ass getting ready for bead when I heard a commotion in the bushes. It might have been my keen hearing skills for the bald guy that was hired to guard the ship at night had no idea that anything was happening, in fact, he was asleep in the front seat of an old family sedan that was parked on the dock in front of the boat. I soon found out that the boy had sneaked onto the boat after a police car pulled up and the bald guy was searching frantically aboard the hip for the cause of the poker chips being spilled all over the deck. They must have been blind because as soon as the bald man went on, Noah got off, took his bike and a piece of my rusted container, (as a piece of evidence of the illegal dumping I later guessed) and peddled off into the darkness of the forest. Although that piece of rusted metal didn't contain any liquid into the holding tanks, I even so seemed to be very fond of the pieces apart of me.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Lice Peeking
Dear Diary,
My day started off ordinary, a six pack of beer and then I fliped on that old missubishi tv and watched the end of that post game show that they have on chanel four. Then, I got some leftover meet loaf out of the fridge and started eatin' that 'till Shelly came over and told me to take out the trash. It wasn't much late' till a kid called Noah, that dude I used to work for uh Mr. Underwood well his son, came to talk to me about some proublem with his dad. I kinda zoned off untill I heard that old fool was in the slammer. Then that kid went on about why he did it and how Mr. Muleman was dumping the muck water into the cape and saving money from his casino boat. His dad "had" to do it but he needed help with finishin' Dusty off. I told him I ain't doin' nothin' with that crazy man especially if it's gonna cost me my frredom. Then I thought, what's in it for me? He offered me his ol' '97 Dodge pickup. That rusty old thing wasn't worth it I mean I could have made some money off of it but I figured i have my own wheels. He blabbed on about more but I wan't paying attention and then he said, "I find out what we can offer." "Whatever", I said then I searched for a can of beer.
My day started off ordinary, a six pack of beer and then I fliped on that old missubishi tv and watched the end of that post game show that they have on chanel four. Then, I got some leftover meet loaf out of the fridge and started eatin' that 'till Shelly came over and told me to take out the trash. It wasn't much late' till a kid called Noah, that dude I used to work for uh Mr. Underwood well his son, came to talk to me about some proublem with his dad. I kinda zoned off untill I heard that old fool was in the slammer. Then that kid went on about why he did it and how Mr. Muleman was dumping the muck water into the cape and saving money from his casino boat. His dad "had" to do it but he needed help with finishin' Dusty off. I told him I ain't doin' nothin' with that crazy man especially if it's gonna cost me my frredom. Then I thought, what's in it for me? He offered me his ol' '97 Dodge pickup. That rusty old thing wasn't worth it I mean I could have made some money off of it but I figured i have my own wheels. He blabbed on about more but I wan't paying attention and then he said, "I find out what we can offer." "Whatever", I said then I searched for a can of beer.
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