Daily Archives: December 16, 2012

Stower’s Holiday party

Yesterday, Rainbow Moonstone and I went to a party at Park Ranger’s work place. It is very close to the downtown library and the creek. We came in at 4:15, through a maze of colorful cars lined up in ascending rows of concrete. It was really cold, so when the coat rack generously left an empty space for our coats, some of us (or just me) kept my coat on. When we first came into the cafeteria, (where the party was), It was really pretty. There was a giant Christmas Tree decorated with sparkling ornaments and draping over presents that were dotted with bows. Rainbow Moonstone and I briefly toured the hors’douvres  line. Later, we came back after finding out seats, and we piled our plates (not really). There were fresh vegetables, Thai meatballs, (which we both THOROUGHLY enjoyed), Pita bread, Artichoke dip, crackers, and an large assortment of cheeses. For a while we took our time to pig out, then we went to the desert.

It was like a 6 year old fat kid’s heaven. Everywhere on the marble countertop was piled up with detailed and decorated cookies, brownies, popcorn, and an ice cream machine, with the most outrageous toppings. Rainbow Moonstone and I just skipped that. Then there was the little goo-goo ga-ga kidss rooms. Rainbow Moonstone and I thought it would really awkward to go in, but when Park Ranger came out, she told us there was free candy. The only thing we heard was free candy. Free candy. Free. Candy. (I think I’ve made my point)

So we stocked up on all the candies and goodies, regardless of how awkward it was. There were little silver paper bags that we filled up with candy canes, Reese’s, M&Ms, Gummies and non-perils, Kisses, and (something else I don’t remember).

What a great night. With lots of candy. That was free. So it was Free Candy. Free. Candy. (Okay, thats enough)

The Things to Live For Chapter 1

This story if written by my friend Kaitlin and she wanted me to post it on here. This was also for the Nanowrimo competition. So please enjoy!


Rock Poency is just a swimmer. That’s what he lives for. When he buys a ripoff Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 video game from a not-so-reliable-source, swimming is not all that he lives for. He now lives in the actual video game. Not only does he have to stay alive, he has to find the mastermind of the horror.

Chapter 1

Left, right, left, breathe.

Right, left, right, breathe.

Pull! Flip! Push! 1, flip over, 2, 3, 4. Don’t forget to kick, kick, kick.

Break out.

Left, right, left, breathe.

Right, left, right, breathe.

Repeat. Over and over again.

The throat starts to dry somehow, even with the saltwater pouring into it.

50 yards left!




Do. Not. Breathe.

Fast, fast, fast and touch underneath…

“Paaa,” I gasp. I grapple for that air I had been racing for.

Wait! My competitors. I look left and right. The person left to me just touches. Other than that everyone still has about ten yards left.

“Good job.” My voice is as raspy as a dog trying to speak. I give my hand out. I kind of expect a hi-five back, but I get a strong bro-hug instead.

“You too.”

I jump out after the next racer dives in. I ask the pretty woman for my time.

“56:93,” she answers quickly.

I groan. I need 56 seconds. Whyyyy? Always four-tenths a second off… For three months, I haven’t ever been able to push past that four-tenths a second wall.

I slink off towards my coach. When I get to him he’s watching the race intently. I look too. I see that Mitch is also swimming. Kind of short but still leads the race. How he does it, I’ll probably never know. He’s super good at kicking, maybe that’s why.

“Rock!” Chris claps me on the back. “How about that race?”

“The same,” I answer.

“And that means…?”


Chris gives a low whistle. He looks at me.

“What do you think you did wrong?” he says.

            I shrug.
“Well… You certainly are breathing off the walls; I saw that.”
“It’s a big difference, Rocky. I want you to work on that at practice, ‘kay? You have talent my man.”
I grunt and head off towards the cool-down/warm-up pool.

I put my KC Blazers shirt over my head and slip some basketball shorts over my blue speedo after the meet ended. I slip my flip-flops on and flip my backpack over my shoulder.
I walk out into the chilly air. I see my mom’s Honda a couple feet away.
“Rocky!” she yells like I can’t see her.
“How was the meet?” asks Mom when I sit down.
“Still four-tenths a second off…” I grumble. Today all I’ve been doing is grumble.
“Oh honey, don’t take it so seriously. Don’t turn into that kid who cries when they’re DQed.” I sigh. Parents just don’t understand, do they?
When I get home my brother Ze flings himself onto me.
“Let’s play baseball!”
“Tomorrow, okay? It’s too late now. Go to sleep.”
He whines and I race upstairs to shower.
After I finish, I creep downstairs wearing only some basketball shorts.
“I don’t know if we can continue on like this Emily.”
I stop.
“What do you mean ‘If we can continue on’?” Mom says accusingly to Dad.
“We just don’t have enough money to pay for Ze’s babysitter and his private school! We can’t pay for Rock’s swimming and we’re having a hard time just paying for the house and the food!” Dad exclaims.
“We can move Ze to a public school,” Mom answers.
“What about the swimming? It’s already costing us too much.”
“But that’s what Rock lives for.” Mom’s on the defensive side, but she doesn’t sound too defensive.
“Everything just costs too much!” Dad explodes. He’s literally yelling now and Mom gasps.
Dad puts out his hand his eyes squinted closed.

 All the while I’m standing frozen on the staircase watching them.

 When Dad opens his eyes he sees me and seems at a loss for words.
“Uhmm… Erm… Rock? What are you doing here?” he stutters.

“Nothing,” I stutter back and I race back up the stairs.