This guy came home and found his wife was changing a baby's diaper, even though they can't have kids.

   "Uuuuuuhhhhhh," I said nervously as I walked through the door, "What is happening?" Sally was on the floor changing a diaper.  After a long moment of silence I tried again, "We don't have a baby."  Sally continued changing the diaper and finished up without saying a word.  I could tell she didn't want to talk about it, but finding a baby in your house isn't something you don't talk about.  

     "Do you have an explanation for me?' I pressed.  Sally sighed as she turned to face me.  "I just wanted a baby," she began, "Wh-how-whe-" I tried a few times.  "I was visiting the hospitol, volunteering like I do every Tuesday." Her eyes shone with tears, "They told me working in the nursery would make up some difference in my depression.  Seeing as we don't have children.  Working there just made me mad, jealous and angry..." She paused for a moment to recollect herself.  "I loathed those mothers who had given birth to these precious, gorgeous, perfect little babies.  I didn't think it would come to this but I snapped." "WHAT do you mean you snapped?" I cut in, my voice rising.  "I took a baby," before I could interrupt she hurried on, "She was just lying there in tears, so I picked her up to comfort her, as I was soothing her it was then I knew I had to have her.  I walked out the building with her."  I was so angry I just grabbed the keys, took the baby and stormed out the door.  

Ether 12:23, 25-26

Writing is super cool.  Who knew the Book of Mormon even focuses on it?!?

 23 And I said unto him: Lord, the Gentiles will mock at these things, because of our weakness in writing; for Lord thou hast made us mighty in word by faith, but thou hast not made us mighty in writing; for thou hast made all this people that they could speak much, because of the Holy Ghost which thou hast given them; 

25 Thou hast also made our words powerful and great, even that we cannot write them; wherefore,when we write we bhold our weakness, and stumble because of the placing of our words; and I fear lest the Gentiles shall mock at our words. 

26 And when I had said this, the Lord spake unto me, saying: Fools mock, but they shall mourn; and my grace is sufficient for the meek, that they shall take no advantage of weakness;

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Poetry

This was my first poem, but I didn't really like it.

The branches stretch high into the sky

Round green leaves sway in the breeze

The sun casts a shadow on few, yet shines gloriously on others

As the seasons roll by she will lose her strength

Her walnuts will drop, and her leaves will fall

The tree will be a tree no longer

Only wood

Only a stump and branches

The sun did not reach it in time

As more seasons pass by the sun will provide the tree with strength

She will prosper and bring forth her fruition

And thus is our tree

While I was writing yesterday I got a fabulous idea and this is it:

“Pa,” the little boy asked, “where are you going?” Their hands clasped

“I’m going, they’ve called, but I’ll be back before the leaves fall”

“I’ll be home again someday,” cried the father as he walked away

The boy will wait and wait, day by day.  He watches as leaves fall away

He’ll be back before the leaves fall.

The winter chill, is here again, but now we only go uphill

Spring flowers grow, the boy dying to say hello

The summer’s here, fall’s finally near

The little boy looked outside, and much to his surprise

Dad was back before the leaves fell.  


Tell me what you think!!! And be honest :D

xoxo-kaelin

Random for class

Thought this was pretty great for our short stories. :D

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Old and New Beginnings

My old beginning:

I walked home from school today, slowing with every footstep.  I knew dad would be mad at me, but it was all I could do to keep the beatings away.  You see, dad is a professional wrestler.  He gets a thrill out of hurting people.  3 years ago, that’s what ran my mom away.  Once I got home I found 3 empty bottles of whiskey, “Great,” I thought, “today’s gonna be real bad.”  I briskly walked upstairs and went into my room.  Dad had been in here though.  I frantically started searching through the mess my dad had made, looking for the one thing I held dear to me, a picture of me and my mom.  I found it under my bed next to the chest I keep there, thank heavens dad was too drunk to pay close attention.  

My new beginning:

I got home, and immediately was scared. The three bottles of whiskey smashed on the sidwalk were not good signs. I carefully peeked through the door, then briskly ran upstairs. Dad had been here. He had gone through all of my stuff. Clothes were thrown on the floor, race medals on the floor, and almost everything was torn up. Everything but the picture of me and mom. Dad must have been real drunk, 'that explains the whiskey bottles outside,' I thought to myself.


Tell me what you think! Do you like my old, or new beginning better? Do you not really like either of them? Do you like some parts of the old one and most of the new one? Be honest with me, and let me know in the comments. :)

xoxo-kaelin

Halle

     Halle and I had a really fun photo shoot! I got to curl her hair, choose her outfit, and make her do things for me. :D  It turned out really well.  It was perfect lighting, perfect season timing, and Halle looks gorgeous in these!  

     Halle is very kind to everyone not her sisters.  Sometimes she is really nice to us too. (; She is always looking for ways to serve whether she notices or not.  Every one Halle meets will be served by her at one point in their relationship.  Whether it be small and simple things, or big charitable acts of kindness, Halle is always looking to serve. 

My writing from Thursday's assignment: 

Blind date, guy thinks it’s going awesome:

Jeff pulled the seat out for the girl who just arrived for their blind date. “Hi. My name’s Mandy.” She stated a little awkwardly, like this was her first blind date.  For Jeff, he was used to this.  His friends were always setting him up on dates, “Hey.” He said, staring dreamily into her eyes, “I’m Jeff.”  The waiter came and took their order.  “Man,” Jeff thought, “this chic is hot!”  Once they got their food Mandy started warming up a little. This was going great.  Mandy still looked a little uncomfortable, but had improved drastically.  They were talking about football, soccer, baseball, all the people they’ve dated.  Jeff was having a great time. “So,” he said, “Do you like sports?” “Uh, my dad does.” Mandy replied.  At this Jeff was thrilled, “Hey! Mine does too!” He then thought to himself, “Man, we have so much in common.  Definitely asking this girl for her number.  What was her name again?”  

Blind date, girl thinks it’s horrific:

Mandy walked into the diner.  She was terrified, she had never been on a blind date before and had no idea what kind of a guy she would be going out with tonight.  She saw a blonde, probably football player, guy stand up and wave her over.  She walked over to him and he pulled her seat out for her.  Mandy noticed he was staring at her, which made her highly uncomfortable, so to break the awkwardness she stuttered, “H-hi, my name’s Mandy.” “Hey,” the football player said. There was a long pause and Mandy almost started to say something else before he said, “I’m Jeff.”  “Oh,” thought Mandy, “so the football player has a name…” The waiter came and took their orders.  Mandy got chicken alfredo, her favorite, with a salad for an appetizer.  Jeff got an 18 piece rib platter, with an appetizer of a large cheese fry.  Mandy was pretty much disgusted.  He was going to eat all that himself!?!?! They got their courses at the same time, which Mandy found odd.  But it didn’t bother Jeff, between mouthfuls of ribs and fries he started talking about sports.  Meanwhile thoughts were going through Mandy’s head, “Is he even breathing?  How is it possible for one person to carry out such a long monologue?  How is he eating so much, and talking so much at the same time?” After Jeff finished eating he asked, “So, do you like sports?”  Mandy did not actually, she prefered to be curled up on her couch, reading a book, but to be polite she said, “My dad does.”  Jeff seemed pretty satisfied.  He went on about who knows what, Mandy had zoned out she was thinking 1 thing.  She would never go on a blind date again.

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