Creation myth

A long, long time ago, and I mean centuries ago, a man named Caleb  Lehmann met a girl named Anna Mortinsen. Caleb lived in switzerland and Anna lived in germany. Both were traveling to America through Ellis island when they somehow came to notice each other and started to speak. They understood each other a little bit. Not too much of a languae barrier. They must have liked each other because after years of courting Anna, Caleb finally asked for her hand in marriage and she finally accepted him, he got down on one knee and did the whole proposal thing. Of course back in those years women didn't have the courage to say " NO". Nor were they really allowed to. Let's just say society and proper bring up prevented that. But it was a good thing that they fell in love. After having 4 children, (Youch!) right after getting married, their little family grew. Those 4 kids grew up and fell in love with others to. So after they got married and all had children, it was the grand kids turn to do the falling in love. Two of the cousins fell in love, deeply in love. To my surprise they fell deeply in love with each other. I know, odd. But back on those days no one even cared if you married your mom. Marrying was a part of life. As long as you did it you were socially acceptable. Marrying your cousin was no big deal. So anyways when Emma Lou and Freidrich actually said "I DO" it wasn't far behind that they would start a huge family. Emma had 11 children, unfortunately only 7 of the original 11 survived. And since society repeats itself they grew up and made more families. It was really about repopulating the earth. Then my grandmother Laura was born. She met my grandfather Fred and had three boys. My dad being the middle child. For my Moms family history, I don't really know anything about it. My Mormor and Morfar ( grandma and grandpa) both came from Denmark. They met each other at the young age of 19. When my Morfar had hair. And they had three girls. My mom being the middle child as well. When my mom was 20 something years old she went to work at Airgas welding as an analyst.  My father already worked there do that is how they met. Don't ask me how long they dated cause I really don't care. My mom got married to my dad at age 25. Then he had my sister Katie when she was 29 and had me when she was 34. I was given the name Emma Susanne Lehman, named after my great aunt Emma. Yes even the one who married her cousin. So that is the person you see everyday.

Indecisive

Indecisive

November 12, 2001. It’s bright and sunny. The wind blowing the leaves in a hurricane-like  a 32-year-old tall, thin man. His life has been so hectic recently with getting married and getting promoted from secretary to Vice President of Webster Corporation. He has wanted this job ever since he saw his dad sitting in that brown buttony leather chair, with the brass name plate on the desk and door. He knew one day that would be him. After graduating from Columbia with a Master’s in Business and a Minor in Accounting he knew his life had somehow changed. He got married to the love of his life Brenda two weeks ago. Today, November 12, 2001 is Joel’s first data of being the Webster VP.

“Good luck at work honey! You’ll be the best VP in town!” Brenda hollered from the doorstep. Joel got into his new Acura and sped away.

“Wow!.....I actually made it!” Joel thought to himself.

“Are you seeing this Dad?” he looked at the sky. “Are you seeing your son driving in this sweet car to his new job of VP? I wish you were here for this. You would be so proud.” Joel started getting teary-eyed.

Joel pulled up to his reserved parking spot. “OMG! I even get my own parking spot!”

As he got out of his car, he took a deep breath “(Breathing) Haaa….smells like the big leagues.”

As Joel struts into the building he sees everyone looking and smiling at him. “Good morning Mr. Fletcher!” said the anxious receptionist. Joel just flashed a smile back.

DING! DING! It was the elevator. “Going to 30 Mr. Fletcher?” the operator asked. “No Davey. 68 please!” Davey just stared at him in amazement. All Joel could do was smile. “I’ll see you tonight Davey.” Joel said arrogantly.

Joel swung open the thick glass door that read ‘Vice President Joel Fletcher’.

Amanda the Assistant ran over to him with 3 different types of coffee. “Black? Whole milk? Nonfat?”

“Who are you?” Joel looked confused.

W-well yes Sir, I’m Amanda y-y-your assistant!” She tried not to spill the coffees. “Oh, I have an assistant?”  

“W-well yes Sir! I’ll do my best to assist in everything. I want to be in your shoes eventually you know?!”

“Oh really? Well Amanda I’ll help you get there. I-I-I mean here. Well surely you can have it when I’m not here anymore!”

“Really?! You could do that?” she looked excited.

“Umm….I think so.”

“Gosh Mr. Fletcher, that would be fantastic. I’ll be right back.”

Amanda left. She then returned with this huge notepad.

“So sir, what shall we do first?” she said with excitement.

“Well! We umm, well I don’t really know what to do first!”

“We could go over the schedule, or we could write your speech for the press conference! Sir?” Amanda asked.

“Sir? Are you alright?” she said with concern. “I think I’m just going to soak it in.” He sighed with relief while falling into his brown buttony chair.

Nothing is Always Something

"Emma, what did you do today?" my grandmother asked. "Oh nothing." My one and only "nothing" is when im alone. My me time is the time when i get to reflect on my day and my life thus far. I sit out on my wooden swing and just think my day over. What I could have done differently and what I did well.
Nothing is such a universal term. it has so many differnet meanings to everyone. It can be watching TV. Something that is "nothing" to me, is something I really dont care for. For example: Homework, HW is my "nothing". But you see im really doing something. My nothings are things that dont make me think very hard. I dont really believe that there is ever a real "nothing". Even if you think youre doing nothing, you are. You are thinking about doing nothing. You are never mentally doing nothing maybe unless you are dead. I dont believe in "nothing".








P.S. i know its not 500 words. So help me expand it. please!

Crisp, colorful leaves blowing through the streets. Derek is on his way to the doctor. "I'm sure its nothing!" reassuring himself. After the X-ray results, the doctor came in silent, not able to make eye contact. "What's wrong doc?" "Derek, we found a lump in your pancreas." "Does it need to be removed?" "Derek, you have cancer." What?! I've always been healthy!" Derek left the doctors office. At home Derek's mother found out the news. "How could my son have cancer?" "Mom! Do we have a history of cancer in our family?" "Derek, when you were 3 months old I found you on my doorstep. You were all bundled up in a basket with a note in your blanket. Your mother was too young to care for you, you deserved better. You were so beautiful that I couldn't just leave you outside!" "So you never thought she would want me back when she was older!" "The address on the note said Springfield, Kentucky. Derek stood up. "Where are you going?" "Springfield, Kentucky."





PS: help me cut more words out!

Food review

BJ's is deep in Pizza

2 years ago, my first visit to BJ's Brewery. I was sure it was just another burger place like Red Robin. From all the buzz on the street about it, it was a hot spot. My family decided to go. It was a Friday night, the worst time to go to a restaurant. We pulled up tons of people waiting outside and I immediately thought the worst. I was not in the mood to wait an hour just to have a burger and fries.

I walked in and saw how hoppin this place was. Bar striatum ahead and tables and booths every where else. Even a view of the brewery. The intoxicating smell of angus burgers and fresh fries.

We sat down and immediately our waiter came, introduced himself and got our drinks. Maybe 5 minutes later our order was in the kitchen.

For being so crowded the service was excellent. Refills before I ran out of soda, checking on you every 5 minutes to make sure the food is good.

The waiters are very pleasant. They address you by sir and ma'am. They clear the plates away when you are done eating. Motto mention the cute waiters that bring you your pizookie.

BJ's is definitely the place to go for burgers and fries.

Noel

December 25, 1996. Christmas at the Lehman Household. It is such a merry time. Opening presents and laughing at jokes. One of the best times of the year. The photo I chose to talk about is a picture of my grandfather looking at me like I'm some weird looking thing he has never seen before. In this picture i am about 2 years old. I am wearing the baggiest jeans and I'm ripping apart my grandpas Christmas present. This picture is really the only one of my grandfather and I together. So I cant remember what actually happened.
My grandfather is the typical stubborn man. He had his funny saying, some way to inappropriate to repeat although I have heard them before. I don't know who he got that from because I never met his parents. My grandfather is a man who served his country in WW2. He is a man that served in the navy. He served on the landing craft as a mechanic. He was a very strict man. With his family and his life. he believed in doing a good job. He is a man who appreciated building things. He built 2 houses. His house and his sons house. He would always build them to be perfect. Not one thing wrong. My grandpa had many sayings. For example: (kind of gross): "Where ever you be, let your wind blow free!" that is one of millions. He was a very complex man.
In this picture he is in his older days. And he doesnt remember me. Sitting in the rocking chair that my grandmother now loves. Probably because it keeps her sane since he is not there. He looks at me as if he just saw something amazing. I can understand because hei s watching me as I open his huge christmas present for him. Me with my thin ringlet curly blonde hair. And my fingers in my mouth. His stay-at-home nurse sitting next to him organizing his presents. and my sister flipping her hair about because she is so happy she got a curious george umbrella. And my mom at the table messing with the ribbons and bows just waiting until my cousin luara comes over to stick them on her head. Just barely seeing my Aunt Candy's arm on the couch but knowing she is saving her presents till later. This is my family. And this picture is my grandfather.

Monologue

So I'm supposed to come up and tell you this BIG funny monologue. As if I know how to write a monologue! My humor is definitely not what teenagers these days think is funny. I'm more the person who doesnt really get "funny". I'm so blonde that I dont even understand blonde jokes. For example: Why dont blondes eat jello?...... Because they cant figure out how to get two cups of water into those little packages. I have absolutley no idea what this means! Yea tell me about it. I might be school smart, but I'm as dumb as a rock when it comes to humor smart. I bet this tiny monologue isnt even funny.

My First Job.....Interview

It was only a couple of weeks ago when i had my first job interview. I was so scared but knew I was going to get the job. I have a connection through my sister so obviously I was going to get the job. But i was still so horrified.......
      " Emma?"
      " Yes " I said shyly grinning. My heart pumping so hard I could see my chest move.
      " Are you ready?"
      " Ummm....... I hope so."
      " You'll be fine.....I think. Ha I'm just kidding. If you're anything like your sister then you will be a perfect fit here."
30 seconds later. "So this is Lance. He will be helping me conduct your interview. Don't feel nervous around him because you'll be working with him in the summer."
I was automatically excited.
      " I guess that is OK!" I said looking flirty because he was so cute!!
He was the a lot taller than me and had sandy blondish brown hair. And such a cute smile. Ugh just so cute!
     "HAHA ok nice to meet you." he said looking a little unsure of himself.
     " So Emma I want you to pretend that Lance and I are kids during summer camp. I cant be there so I ask you to start a game with the kids. Talk to us like we are kids and teach us how to play a game. But make it original!" as she winked at me like she was saying "you can do it!"
     " WOW! Well this is short notice and quite embarrassing, but ok....OK KIDS! Today we will play one of my favorite games. We are playing hide and seek. You all need to go hide in clever spot and someone will come find you. You may NOT go under cars or past the edge of the grass! Understood?!"
    " Are we allowed to punch kids who get in our way and steal our hiding spots?" she said in a surprisingly childish way.
    " Most definitely not!"
    " OK Emma that was good. So next question. What would you bring to this staff and summer camp?"
    " I am very good with kids and I'm good at solving problems between kids. I went to Ottoman Elementary and I was on the mediation team because I was awesome. I'm super friendly and a hard worker. I don't complain and so yea I'm just a really good person. I'm the kind of person that will be there before everyone else and leave after everyone else."
    " Cool. Cool. I think that is really good answer and I think you will be a perfect fit."
    " So your first job will be later in the month and ill have you work the concert in the park."
    " Sweet. I'm super excited. And thank you so much. I'm really looking forward to working here!"

Rememories

   There is never a day when I don't remember. Some days I remember more than others. Now that my sister Katie has moved out (Whoop! Whoop!) and lives on her own i want to remember. I need to remember. I remember the smallest details from a day when we were kids. All the days when the little plastic playground in our living room became our oasis of fantasy. Where we would slay dragons and play house. Where my dad became the pony and we would ride on his back all the way to the other side of the land. Sometimes we pretended like we were inmates trapped by the evil parental unit. We shared that sliver of happiness together. I remember the day when we picked out my sister's dog Missy. Wandering the halls of the SPCA and peeking into the rooms with cages of puppies. All of them howling and knowing they weren't hurting but simply happy to see someone. And then we spotted Missy. We took our excited shaking hand and turned the lock on her cage as she bolted out. We sat outside and watched her as she sniffed us with incredible force.
   I will forever and always know of my grandfather. I don't remember my grandpa at all. He died when I was 2-3 years old. The best memory of him really isn't a memory i have in my head. It is a video that my parents took of him at his birthday party holding me. He never really looked like he knew what I was. He looked at me like I was this miniscule, squirmy thing flailing around and crying a river. But I know that he is in heaven remembering me. I remember days before my Mormor's stroke when we played restaurant in her living room. I would take her order on a yellow post-it note and then prepare her dinner using quarters that she had collected over the years. I remember how dirty the money was, my hands dripping in germs. My Morfar would always hide the money from me in an empty beer keg. He knew that I would always find it the next day.
   I remember the day when I woke my dad up at 6:00 in the morning just so we could hang out. He would make this mountain of fluffy steam filled pancakes. I would smother them in spreadable "I Can't Believe it's not Butter" butter. Then just ever so slightly pour on some "Log Cabin" maple syrup. Good times. There are so many memories I wish I knew how to explain. But I guess that that is part of the glory of memories. You don't always have to share them. You let others make memories of their own.

Growing is Forever

Watching this video "Growing is Forever" is so relaxing to me. Looking at the trees and listening to the music that goes along with it is the best thing ive ever heard. When I look at this i think of romance. It is the perfect vision of my idea of a place for romance. The way the narrator speaks in a whispering voice while we wonder through the forest makes me think of life and how I wish my life could be as peaceful as that forest. How I wish I could somedays teleport myself there and just sit and reflect on my life. Those trees make me think of all the possibilities in life. How each tree has its own possibility in side of its trunk. It makes me feel like life could be so simple. I can only hope heaven is like this. just sitting amongst trees. This setting is so beautiful and so serene.

Growing is Forever

Watching this video "Growing is Forever" is so relaxing to me. Looking at the trees and listening to the music that goes along with it is the best thing ive ever heard. When I look at this i think of romance. It is the perfect vision of my idea of a place for romance. The way the narrator speaks in a whispering voice while we wonder through the forest makes me think of life and how I wish my life could be as peaceful as that forest. How I wish I could somedays teleport myself there and just sit and reflect on my life. Those trees make me think of all the possibilities in life. How each tree has its own possibility in side of its trunk. It makes me feel like life could be so simple. I can only hope heaven is like this. just sitting amongst trees. This setting is so beautiful and so serene.

Eyes Wide Open

Today sitting outside on the Senior Square steps, there was a breeze in the air. A breeze I remember from long ago while getting ready to sail on my first cruise. Feeling the cool breeze blow through my hair on our balcony. And knowing at any moment we were off. Then the horn blows just like a trombone in room D6 in early September. We were finally off. I remember the feeling of panic as I watched the tiny spots on the ground which formed into men untying the string from the dock. Knowing I was now on my way to some far away place. Not knowing what to expect in those magical lands we call tropical islands. I missed the sounds of people mowing the lawn at school and flying by the classroom window, kids all around watching them. I remember those good ol' days.

Why I Write?

I write because it feels normal. It comes naturally to me. It is something that it just feels right. Like my hand is in sync with my brain. I get the urge to put my feelings on paper. I love writing after argumants to vent my feelings. Anything I dont get to say in life gets written down. Its a safe place where my feelings and beliefs arent judged. Its a place that I can freely express myself. I write what I wish my life could sometimes be like. I write to remember the things that mean the most to me. I write to feel free and alive.