Tuesday, February 19, 2013

unwritten rules about being Guatemalan


So here are the unwritten rules about being Guatemalan
  • You always have to respect your family members or you parent’s friends or anyone that comes inside your household.
  • Always be kind to strangers (this is something I could never do when I was little because I was too shy).
  • Never tell your family that you like somebody that is a different race or else your parents will send you to Guatemala for a year (my brother learned that the hard way).
  • Always prove your boy cousins that you are the boss of them (or they will disrespect you).
  • When someone says what race you are show them on the map where Guatemala is so they know that you aren’t actually saying Guadalajara incorrectly.
  • Always eat meat when a family member is cooking it or just tell them that your full (something they will find hard to believe because when you go to their house you have to have an empty stomach).
  • Always speak Spanish when you are speaking to the elderly.
  • Always dance when you are at a party the only excuse you will ever have not to dance is that you are either pregnant or have a broken hip otherwise you have to dance except my pregnant cousin she still dances and I guess that is where her baby got his moves.
  • Well in my weird Guatemalan family every Sunday after church you have to go dirt bike riding.
  • Never take your cousins meat or you will be sorry.
So these are all the crazy unwritten rules I have lived by for years and I have seemed to survived. 

Thursday, February 14, 2013

The Unwritten Rules of Listening to Music

There a re a few unwritten rules of listening to music. Whether you are by yourself or with other people. Listening to music by your self is the easiest because there is only one rule written or unwritten.

RULE#1: Have FUN- Everyone is different but everyone has some idea of fun.

However listening to music with other people there are a couple of things you have to keep in mind if you want to keep it that way.

RULE#1:Have Fun

RULE#2: Be Considerate- don't just listen to what you want to listen to think about them. Same goes vise versa, if they don't you should leave.

RULE#3: Don't Ruin the Song- do your best not to do thing that will ruin the song for others or else they might leave.

RULE#4:(most important rule) Be Yourself- if people don't like you to be yourself then you shouldn't hang around with them.

Those are the unwritten rules of listening to music with and without other people.
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Daisy's Unwritten Rules to Making a Cupcake

My unwritten rules for making a cupcake are:
  1. Make sure that the batter is made from SCRATCH. No Pillsbury boxes, or anything like that.
  2. Slow churn the frosting. It doesn't matter which kind of frosting you make, just make sure it's SLOW churned.
  3. Add as many toppings as you like. Don't add too much or your cupcake will look....ewwww.
As long as you follow these simple insturctions, you're sure on your way to making the best cupcake ever!
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Thursday, February 7, 2013

A Lonely Shovel

So much depends upon
The shovel in the rain
Rusting steadily away
Beside the house
Bustling with life
Warm and dry
While the shovel is left to die
Without a cry
Goodbye.....
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Old Baseball Mitt

So much depends upon

a tan baseball mitt,

styled with black thread

upon the fielder's hand.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

It Ain't Easy Being Crazy

There are many ways to be crazy. It is something that some may find weird, but it's what makes you what you are. It is a thing specific to everyone, but there are some rules that should be followed when crazy.
  1. Be loud!
  2. Be you!
  3. Look dumb!
  4. Don't let others judge!
  5. Know when to calm into it!
  6. Know who accept it and who does not!
  7. Say your mind!
  8. Do not do things that will get you into trouble!
  9. Have a split-personality!
  10. Have fun!
This is a small group of rules that a crazy person may use. The one I cant stress enough is the live your life as yourself. Do not change for anyone, or anything.
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Grandpas Office

so much depends open 

An old wooden desk 

marked with gouges 

and a worn in chair 

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
And floats downstream
till the current ends
And dips his wings
In the orange sun rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
Down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through
His bars of rage
His wings are clipped and
His feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
With fearful trill
Of the things unknown
But longed for still
And a tune is heard
On the distant hill for the caged bird
Sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on the dawn- bright lawn
And he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
With fearful trill
Of things unknown
But longed for still
And his tune is heard
On a distant hill
For the caged bird
Sings of freedom.

By: Maya Angelou



A Hidden Demon

What happens to a demon in the brush?
Waiting at a a gate,
Hiding in the mush.
He is cold as slate.

Is it human?
Maybe a spawn from the Devil?
He is forming dark omens,
Bringing everyone down to his level.

Steps of burning embers
A touch like the coldest ice,
He threatens to sever
Any and every tie.

His blood boils
Maybe yours will to
Do not toil,
He is coming for you!

My Beautiful World

My Beautiful World is kind
My Beautiful World is sweet
My Beautiful World is nice
My Beautiful World is generous
My Beautiful World is selfless

My Beautiful World has given me everything i need, and then some
I love My Beautiful World, and My Beautiful World loves me

I am the only one on My Beautiful World
But i am not lonely, not in the least bit
My Beautiful World and I have each other

But...there is a problem

My Beautiful World is tired
My Beautiful World is sore
My Beautiful world has wounds and scars

Some will never heal

I do everything I can to help

My Beautiful World wants to explode
and the thing is...

I'm still on My Beautiful World
So if she explodes, I explode with her

It would be an honor to go like that...

But that is not how I want it to end
I want to be on My Beautiful World forever

If you haven't figured it out yet
My Beautiful world isn't a world at all

She is a very special person...

who happens to mean the world to me. 

I found this poem on PoemHunter.com
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