Turkey vs. Bunny -- Promt 14

I love Thanksgiving because it is a time for the whole family to get together, share funny stories and eat until explosion is immanent. Last Turkey Day (excuse me, TOFUrky) after the food had been demolished and the table cleared of the debris, everyone gathered in my aunts living room for a "gift exchange." Everyone had brought one item that was added to the pile in the center of the room. We all drew a number out of some random container and then took to the challenging task of choosing our prize. All sorts of amazing things came out of that pile of various wrapping paper cover items. One of the most memorable finds was my brother when he retrieved a soap bar sized box in hopes of something semi-manly coming from an overly feminised family. Unfortunately for him, it turned out to be a cut glass dish, just perfect to keep all his knives in...Right?!

I always thought that Easter was a dumb holiday. What is the point of celebrating bunnies having babies and the chicks hatching, that happens all year long. I realize that it was originally a celebration in honor of our Lord, but not any more. My parents were never enthused with the idea of buying their two hyper children an excess of candy then wasting their time to hide the darn stuff. Because of this, Easter was always a big disappointment for me and my brother, then again not really. I never did like eggs anyway.

Mommy said it was OK -- Promt 13

I think that social host laws will not totally eliminate the problem of underage drinking because, even though these laws do encourage parents to be more responsible, it is not possible to punish every violation of the law. Also there are some parents who do not care enough to make sure their children stay out of the bottle even if there is a law prohibiting underage drinking.

I do not believe that stricter parental liability, can reverse society's tacit acceptance of underage drinking, but it will help. When parents are held responsibly for their children's actions they will pay more attention to what their kids are doing and moms and dads will also have an extra reason to stay involved in their kids lives. If kids realized that their parents actually cared about them they would also have a bonus encouragement to behave. If the responsible adults suffered the consequences of their child's drinking habits there would be a lot less parent who didn't really care if their kids sampled the "fruit of the vine."

If parent were held responsible for all their children's actions then us kids would never need to grow. We as young adults need to learn that our actions have consequences that effect us and others, not just our parents. Parents are the ones who taught us, but we are the ones who chose the actions that we will do.

Parents who let their kids drink at home are playing with fire. Yes, this tactic does give exposure in moderation, but why do we need to be exposed. Our parents didn't stick our hands in the fire to let us know it was hot, why should they tempt us with alchol when we could do without. This habit of drinking at home blurs the line between what is socially acceptable and just plain overuse.

Actions speak louder than words. If the example that teens see in the home was one that didn't encourage drinking, then kids would be less likely to feel the need to try it for themselves. Kids seek outside the home what they cannot find inside the home, give them love at home and they will not seek it out in booze.

Stupid Cow -- Prompt 12

If it weren't for that awful cow I wouldn't have ended up in this pickle. You see, when I woke up this morning my stomach hurt terribly bad so I went to take some of that pink, sticky medicine. When I got to the cabinet where it is kept I heard what sounded like a dying goose off in the distance, but upon investigation I discovered it was actually the alarm in the neighbor's house. Since I then had not only a tummy ache, but also a headache, I figured I might as well try to get the darn thing to shut up. Inside my neighbor's house I found a stray Jersey cow contentedly chewing her cud while the alarm blared in all its glory.
Stunned at the sight of a bovine inhabiting a house right next door to mine, I called the ambulance (remember that I had a headache so I wasn't thinking clearly), then I hung up and called animal control. Well, both the ambulance and animal control came ... with a police escort. When I saw the flashing lights I knew it was time to head out and find somewhere else to drink my peptobismal. I didn't have a way of escape readily available so I ran upstairs and started frantically searching for a hiding place. All that looked at all concealing was the curtains covering the attic window, but I didn't want to just hide behind them, it w as way to obvious, so I ran into the bathroom and pulled out the first thing I found: a role of duck tape. I then sprinted the window and threw open the shutter. Stepping out onto the ledge I began to unwind the tape and place long, silvery strips across one brick wall and over my body. Soon I was nothing but a sticky gray cocoon fastened to the outside wall. The police never did find me, but that is how I ended up duck taped to the outside of my neighbor's house.

What Size is YOUR Heart? -- Promt 11

Greatness in not a measure of fame or wealth, nor of how many charitable acts you have done. Greatness is measured by how big your heart is. Are you willing to give the shirt off your back to a stranger? Are you ready to sacrifice for someone you don't like?

True greatness is something that cannot be bought or sold. It cannot be bragged about, and it cannot be hidden. Greatness is living like everyone else is more important than you. Small hearts cannot love, and you must give away what you have to make your heart grow.
Horded love is not love at all.

Save the Little People -- Promt 10

Searching through the new magazines you will come across story after story about abortion debates, marches, and court rulings. What really makes up this matter? To me it seems like two lifestyles clashing over one issue. One lifestyle dictates that when you have done something you live with the results (i.e. you made a choice and ended up pregnant, so you have to care for the child). The other lifestyle goes by the motto that responsibility is for the birds (i.e. I'll do what feels good, but I don't want to live with the consequences).

As soon as a child is conceived it is just that, a child. Why does a silent part of this world lose it's chance to live because it was unable to declare itself as a valid part of creation? Why does size matter to the value of an item. How would you like it if your mom aborted you? Do you think you were just a random blob of tissue until the day you were born? Is it far to steal a life before it lives? God never said it was OK to murder and innocent victim. Some say that there are special situations, such as endangering the mother, but God has those instances under control, His plan is always better than our own. I believe that Dr. Seuss put it very well when he said, "A person is a person, no matter how small."

Zippity Do Da -- Promt 9

What is the point of zippers and buttons? As far as I'm concerned all they do is provide semi-dependable closure and topics for embarrassing blogs.

My Pathfinder uniform provided me with an abundance of zippers, buttons and moments I would rather forget. For example I was in full class A when one of my friends came and whispered in my ear that I needed to examine the front of my skirt for color changes (my uniform was black and white, not the color of my undergarments). Yet another time I was pulled aside by the club director and told that my shirt was suffering from gaposis, a not so very rare form of affliction effecting clothes with buttons. In uniform I also suffered from clingage, short skirt syndrome and runny nylons. Pathfinders sure does teach you a lot, especially about ailments of the clothing.