ellahall2010

Into the future! If I could time travel, I would love to experience just a taste of my future. My past wasn’t as positive as I would have liked, and I survived it. To re-live any of it would be nothing less than a punishment. But my future, I can see only the greatest of opportunities. I would love to see my future-husband, a child and myself as the successful poet I hope to become. I would also like to own my own bakery, and seeing myself as an independent, working woman with a beautiful family would be an honor. Seeing my future would also help me get through all of the hardships of my present. It would be worth all of the pain, and the hard-work I will do just to have the love and success of my future.

I'd go back.  The future is way to uncertain, for all we know the world will end this year, or so the tabloids tell me, but I know that there were awesome times in the past.  I have always wanted to be something simple and rewarding, like the apprentice for a blacksmith, working on swords for the city guard of a medieval town.  I'm fully aware that all things, jobs and travel alike, were extremely strenuous back then, but it certainly sounded simple and fun.  Not to mention, the landscape was quite a bit greener than it is today, and that alone is a good enough reason to travel back to a simpler time for me.

I'd confront myself.  There isn't any one person or thing that I can honestly blame for the things that have gone wrong in my life, aside from myself.  I could blame teachers or parents or friends, but in the end that is just passing the blame.  It's my fault that I am where I am right now, and I think that if I only cared a little bit more back then, maybe I could have changed how things are now.  Just a few minutes with a younger me, maybe eighteen or seventeen years old, and just maybe I could set everything right.  Knowing me though, I'd just make it worse.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwich was the favorite meal of the Bailey the cat. After each meal he would place his paws to the cat scratching post, waiting to fall asleep. You could call him Garfield version 2.0, they have similar looks and attitude, though he would not bully the house dog Vinny the pit bull. Given a chance the two years old dog would break the cat scratching post of bailey into pieces. It is a typical dog and cat relationship. The owner would not mind, since two of his pet never resulted to physical altercation. Hoping it would remain that way.

I love the sixties, seventies and eighties... but I was never alive for any of them. If I could have been born sometime around 1951, I would be the great age of 18 around the time of Woodstock. I would get to wear great clothes and listen to great music and be the person I wish I was today. That’s the difference between me and other people. I don’t want to go back in time as I am to the 60’s, 70’s or 80’s... I’d want to be born back then and live and grow through those times. I wish that had been the case but it’s seems I’ve been dealt the hand of being a 90’s baby. I wonder if people in the future will wish they had been born in the nineties. Maybe they will feel the same way about me not enjoying these times then, as how I feel about my mom now.

It was a complete let down when she saw the cat beds placed on the sink of the kitchen. Defcon 5 was raised to control the patrolling kids; the baby sitter has no power over them. Mrs. Daley timing was just right, she caught her three kids causing chaos inside the house. The moment the kids saw their mothers furious face they would stop what is they are doing and apologies. Stanley is scared of his own cat beds, Mrs. Daley is wondering about cause of his fear? The baby sitter reveals that the animal bed have some tacks place under it.

Two weeks to live? I would spend every second I had with the ones I love. I wouldn’t need anything special; to be happy I would just want to be with them. As for regrets I had, they wouldn’t be regrets about the things I’d done. I wouldn’t regret the tattoos I got, or how bad I did in college, or that one thing I said to make that one guy break up with me. I would regret the things I didn’t do, and the things I never got the chance (or nerve) to say. I might regret not getting the chance to go to Paris, or not telling the love of my life how I felt, and if I got the chance to do either of those things in the two weeks... I hope I’d lose the fear and worry I have now and just do them!

There are plenty of things I would change about my house if there were no worry of expense... the no mess part would just be the cherry on top! I would have the choice of painting some rooms, getting new siding, fixing the roof, or what should be done most which is getting the floors redone... but I wouldn’t choose any of those things, and maybe I have a selfish reason. Since I was little I would watch my dad in the kitchen cooking a big Italian feast or whipping up a little taco dinner and hope that I could learn how to do all that stuff and one day cook for my family. I should probably mention how I was also always in his way, darting left and right hoping he wouldn’t have to resort to kicking me out, not to mention how hot it got in there with the oven on! I’ve always felt that the one thing keeping me from fulfilling my dreams of becoming a chef, or even just a decent cook, is the fact that my kitchen is so small and outdated, so that’s what I would change.