Dear Mother Nature

I have some serious words that I need to share with you. First of all, thank you for getting my car stuck at work. I really did not want to leave. I wanted to stay and have to shovel around my car just so I could make my way home. Thank you for all of this snow. I really enjoyed spending ten minutes just brushing off my car so that I would be able to see on my journey home. That was very enjoyable, let me tell you! Next, thank you for covering my driveway. I did not REALLY want to park there after coming home from work. No, I prefer parking next door at the bar and shoveling my driveway so I am able to park in MY DRIVEWAY. Yes, that is definitely what I was looking forward to all day. Last but not least and I know this is only a little bit of your fault. Some of it has to do with my car with whom I am going to have words with later. Thank you for not allowing my driver's side door to close. I really prefer to have it stand open as snow is continuing to fall so that snow accumulates inside of my car. Yes, that sounds like fun, doesn't it? I hope we have come to an understanding. Thank you for taking the time to listen. I suspect there will be blue skies with a temperature of 64 on April 8th? If not, we are going to have some more problems!
Sincerely,
Dana L. Flett

Well...

I think I am going to try to go to Disney in the summer for an internship. I need to get away. I need a break and this looks like a great opportunity.

I was going to write a poem...
Then
I realized.
I am not so great at it.
The
End.

My first car

It was not perfect. In fact, it was far from. I did not care though. It was mine. I loved it. It was my way to have more freedom. It was also my way to get away when I needed to. I used my graduation money to buy it off of a lot. It was a dark blue 1994 Saturn. The headlights popped up when you turned them on. At one point only one would pop up so I named my car Winky. It looked as though it was constantly winking at you. The car had so many problems but I did not care. To begin, the transmission shifted very roughly. It jerked so hard that I thought my head would be going right through the windshield. We joked and laughed about this. It was as though my car was pooping. Winky was constipated. At some point I could only lock my driver's side door with my key. The lock function inside of the car did not work. The sunroof worked though. I had a very cool c.d. player that I could control my IPOD out off in it. That was honestly one of the favorite parts of my car. Well, that and the hood pins that my dad put on when I accidently rear ended some truck on fourteen mile. Funny story about those hood pins. When he was drilling the whole for them, he accidentally drilled a whole in the radiator. Oops. That car had balls though. As soon as it was on the freeway it was a fast little bugger. Like I said, it was not perfect but it was my first car. I loved it. I hope someday I own another Saturn.

What does it really mean to be free?

I looked online for writing prompts because I was kind of stuck. I did not know what to write about. All I knew is that I wanted to write about SOMETHING...ANYTHING! Well freedom has been a big issue lately. It is all over the news. We hear about it everytime the news is turned on. There have been riots and protests in Egypt. All the citizens wants is an unoppressed government. They have been under a dictorship for thirty years. I cannot even begin to fathom how that must be. Hell, I do not even know what thiry years looks like. I have not experienced that long of a time period yet. As Americans we pride ourselves on living in a free nation. (I feel like raising a stinct here) How free are we really? Lately, it does not seem as though we have as much freedom as we should. There are always buts added on. We have freedom of the press but it has to be censored through the FCC to ensure user friendly content. We have freedom to assemble but if we assemble, there are chances of the police gathering everyone and throwing them all in jail. Think Vietnam and hippies. We have freedom of religion but every year I feel less and less uncomfortable saying "Merry Christmas" and use the more politically correct "Happy Holidays." You all realize that this country, like it or not, was founded on Christianity? Yet it seems that it is harder and harder to become a Christian everyday. We are held up to these super high standards that it is almost impossible to stick to. You know how many times people say, "You say you are Christian but you do this or you do that?" Yes, I am not perfect. I SIN PEOPLE! WE ALL SIN! It is part of being Christian but most of all it is part of being human. God forgives our sins. He died for our sins. It is a vicious circle. When will it ever end? So what does it REALLY mean to be free? Nothing. It means nothing. I have yet to see complete freedom in the lovely country of the United States of America. Maybe I am just being cynical?