STICKS & STONES, Part 3 & the END

Once off the school bus, at school, we looked for friends & familiar faces & caught up on what had been going on since we last saw each other. We were a small village & there were only a couple of kids you didn't want to be on the wrong side of, for some reason you felt uncomfortable around them. Not that they were snobbish but they had a reputation for being mean & I never wanted to be a target for their meanness. I did not know why kids were mean like my dad, no one I ever hung out with was mean spirited like that, what made a 5th or 6th grader mean like that? While I often tried to figure that puzzle out I met a new student at school named Colleen who seemed wise beyond her 11 years because she never seemed afraid of anyone, she was clean, seemed to always be dressed in the latest fashions, and she drew people to her, even the "mean" girl liked her & Colleen seemed to really like the "mean" girl. If you didn't hang around Colleen, she soon went to you & somehow encompassed you into her entourage. She always had candy or something equally as enticing to draw people, but never enough so those who were always hanging out with her had to get to her quickly when the bell rang for recess or they might miss out on something. What also puzzled me was the loving nickname she gave to the "mean" girl - Canopy. Now every girl back then knew what a canopy was! What girl didn't dream of the Princess Canopy Bed to feel like a real Princess. As a matter of fact, I believe Colleen even called the "mean" girl "Princess" also. This "mean" girl just melted before our eyes. She was smiling, talking nice to people, being a team player. Colleen singlehandedly transformed someone. Ahh, how words affect us. One day I asked Colleen why "mean" girl was the only person she called "Canopy", it was such a beautiful name, would she mind calling me that also? Colleen said she would not call anyone that except "mean" girl, it was her name only & there was a special meaning behind it that wasn't so nice but she would never tell anyone. After alot of badgering Colleen finally told me the special meaning . . . I'm not sure what I thought, happiness because someone was not so special after all, sadness that Colleen actually was a very mean person, protectiveness for "mean" girl because no one deserved that treatment? I had to tell my best friend because I could not process this kind of information myself. My best friend blabbed to "mean" girl, "mean" girl confronted Colleen, Colleen got really angry at me.

Colleen ended up moving shortly after this whole incident unravelled. She was only at our school for a very short time, long enough to cause a rift, teach a lesson, & cause "mean" girl to be one of our best friends. Turns out "mean" girl was really glad Colleen was exposed. I apologized alot to "mean" girl over the whole thing, including my being really jealous over her being in the limelight of favor. What a forgiving soul. Turns out she was a mean person because of her horrible home life & being treated really badly by divorced parents & siblings. Who wouldn't want to lash out & be mean to others if that's all you know when you are only 11 or 12 years old & had never been shown any other way to live.

Oh, by the way, "Canopy", the beautiful Princess Bed with flowing, silky material, was meant as "Can Of Pee" - "because that's how she smells".

Hello

I'm wondering if anyone will realize I'm back on the blog? It's been a very long time and too many things have been going on in my life.

I need to finish the final installation of my story for my granddaughters so I can move onto my next project then try to figure out how to post my musings to facebook.

I'm surprised my blog is still alive and has not been removed.

Talk to you soon.

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Tagged!

Now that I know how to do a tag, I will finally be able to respond to a tag from PonyGirl!



What mood are you in right now? Relaxed.



Why are you feeling this way? I'm finishing up the last of my morning coffee.



How many posts have you done? 2 partial stories ( I don't have time to do the whole thing at once ) and 5 quizes (short, fun, easy).



Do you like Elranias horse,jewel? Yes, she's beautiful.



What was the last thing you ate? Bacon cooked by Yiyah.



Is this your first tag? Yes, (teehee).



Do you have a blog signature? Not yet, I'm waiting for Yiyah & Ponygirl to show me how.



Do you have a blog button? No.



When is your last day of school? It was about 23 or 24 years ago but I do school updates and fun learning things all the time. I'm currently taking Cake Decorating, Level 2 Classes.



What do you plan to do on the last day? Probably decorate a beautiful cake, and eat it all by myself.



Are you going anywhere for summer? No.



What is the weather? HOT!HOT!HOT! Did I mention HOT!? 107 degrees HOT!



How many followers do you have? 5. But the girls just told me they can't access my comment area for some reason.



How many comments did you get on your last post? 1.



Were do you wish you were right now? Moss Beach, Half Moon Bay.



What color is your hair and how long is it? Short, Dark Brown.



How many blogs do you follow? 7.



Who are the top commenter's on your blog? Daffodil.



How many blogs do you have? 1.



What are your favorite colors? Red, Yellow, Green.



Are you watching a movie right now? No, I'm watching FOX NEWs.



Who is your favorite movie character? Columbo.



When was the last time you laughed? Last night.



How long do you spend on the computer each day? 0 to 2 hours.



Do you like to create tags or get them? Not sure, I haven't tried to create one. I'm having fun doing this one.



Are you reading a book right now? Yes, Sister's Grimm Book 2.



What is your favorite flower? Today I like Snapdragons.



Do you have any pets? NO.



Have you ever been in a school play? Yes, I played an old man (one of six) in a graveyard scene singing "Those Darn Cats" in a Huckleberry Finn Tom Sawyer play in 6th grade.



What are you doing on your next post? Writing more on "STICKS & STONES", the girls want to know about the "Canopy" part really badly & I won't tell them because it is a crucial twist in the story they have to read for themselves.



What is your favorite song on your play list? Not sure, I have a weird variety. Rod Stewart, Los Lobos, Military Soloist, etc.



Who are you tagging now? Make It Do & Abi in the Middle.

STICKS & STONES, Part 2

Well as we know, all good things usually do come to an end, especially if
you are a child. It's school time. Actual photo of our summer play-
ground is on the right. Jealous? Yeah, wish I were back there to live
with all my family. Back to the subject. Riding the local school bus to school was pretty nice, the bus driver knew how to keep the rustle to a low hum by turning on the favorite radio station. Everyone focused on the music and the DJ and his antics rather than fighting with each other. The DJ had broken his leg and, because he was so famous, the radio station set up a satellite station in his bedroom so he could broadcast from his bed rather than loose the radio audience. We were all very impressed as this was uncharted ground back then and we just did not know how we were going to live without listening to this very famous person everyday on our way to school. This was one way everyone from all the surrounding villages connected with each other, the one thing we all had in common, no one wanted to miss any joke that was spoken or any piece of music played. As the bus rolled to a stop and the double doors swooshed open to allow a few more children to climb on board, the loud, outside voices silenced in respect for the others as the children found seats, the doors swooshed closed, the noisy, squeeky brakes screemed, gears rattled and off we went, radio blaring. The Bus Driver knew the secret to keep us calm and quiet and we respected her for it: MUSIC TAMES THE WILD BEASTS. And she liked the music too.
Once at school, . . . . to be cont.

"STICKS & STONES"

Once upon a time there lived a fair young maiden who lived in a small village on the ocean side. A quaint and quiet village where people seemed to be very friendly and helpful. This young maiden was pretty timid and did shy away from people and would rather turn and run away rather than return a smile or say hello. The children in her neighborhood were her closest friends and her only link to other children outside of her small group. The children could always be found playing in the streets, running through peoples yards, playing tag or hide and go seek. There weren't fences to bar them from running amok. If someone did not care to have their yard ran through they simply asked the children not to do it and usually the children would honor their requests, but they could always find a way through by walking as close to the edge of the yard as possible or running as fast as they could so as not to get caught. All in all, they were a group of happy, obedient children who always found great entertainment in the great outdoors and by the ocean side. One of their favorite activities was sliding down the mountainside on the back side of their village on large pieces of cardboard. The Village Manager's greatly despised this activity because their abode was at the base of the mountain. In other words, as the children flailed and screamed with delight on their ride down the mountainside, they pretty much ended up in the Village Manager's backyard. The children experienced a heightened sense of excitement because their beloved mountainside activity was now banned forcing them to spy out the Village Managers every move in hopes of them leaving their home together for a period of time. Oh the joy when this did occur on several occasions. The word of their leaving was passed like a bucket brigade among the children and soon the mountainside was filled with children and laughter and cardboard. There was so much fun to be had, until . . . we were confronted with bits and pieces of cardboard by the Village Managers that lay at the foot of the mountainside in their backyard.

You Are a Chocolate Cake

Fun, comforting, and friendly. You are a true classic, and while you're not super cutting edge, you're high quality. People love your company - and have even been known to get addicted to you.

What Kind of Cake Are You?