Movie review

Usually I just sit here outside this building watching the events occur around me 24 hours every day. Today was definitely a different day than all the rest. A man approaches me wearing a black suit and dark sunglasses. As he sits down upon me I can smell the aroma coming from the round oval object that he is holding. Suddenlt out of nowhere a greyish winged animal swoops down from the sky and lands atop my backrest. This winged beast is staring intensly at either the man in the black suit and sunglasses or the round oval object that is emitting this destinct aroma. The man tosses a small piece of that object onto the ground. The winged beast stares at the item on the ground but quickly turns his attention back to the man. Out of nowhere the winged beast suddenly starts flapping his wings ferociously at the man as he stands up and tries to deflect this attack. He quickly tosses this ringed item and lands inside this shiny square box that has his lid open . The winged beast flies over to the shiny box and they both fall off of me and onto the ground. The lid closes abruptly as they hit the ground. I can hear certain muffled noises coming from inside this shiny box but do not they seem foriegn to me. The box suddenly has items propelling out on top of the box and I can see whispers of smoke and loud crackling noises all around me. Cars in the street are evasively trying to dodge these whispers of smoke and each other as they careen out of control in front of me. The shiny box lays in the middle of the street and its top opens up and the winged beast appears,staring ever so intesley at the man in the black suit who is holding the ringed oval shape item in his extended left arm. Suddenly the winged beast swoops towaqrd the oval item and a clicking sound is heard just ever so faintly. The box closes and way off in the distance a large bulding transforms itself into a fiery ball of flame and smoke propelling itself higher and higher towars the stars I usually see only at night. The man seems to have pushed a button and him and the shiny box propell after the large building heading toward the heavens. I can't see much because of the altitude that all three have reached but I hear a loud explosion and a big plume of greyish black smoke high in the sky. The man in the dark suit descends from the sky still clutching the shiny box. The winged beast sits on the grey concete beside me eating this circular item as I hear a loud noise and seeing a large white piece of metal,  but no signn of the winged beast.

Picture of the sky

This picture reminds me of the many sunrise and sunsets I saw when I was on  a ship in the navy.Theres usually nothing but you and many miles of unobstructed views of the sea. There is nothing quite like the vibrant colors of a sunrise or a sunset. For some reason it always made me feel closer to mother nature. The brillant intensity of the yellow of the sun contrasting with the many different hues of the blue sky and the darker blues of the ocean always made me feel mother nature had painted this picture just for my enjoyment.

Memories of mayonnaise bread

Before my wife passed away two years ago, she and our daughter would make mayonnaise bread at least a few times each year. I had never heard about this type of bread before but after I had tried it I fell in love with it. I do not the process of making this bread. This was something that my daughter and her mother did together. I felt that this was something that was a bonding moment between them and did not want to jump in and somehow take that special time they shared together away from them. Me and my daughter share the same birthday. Greatest gift I'd ever received. So my daughter and I have always had this special bond that unfortunately her mother at times probably felt a little left out. By them making this bread together, I felt it was her mothers way of them having this special bonding time. Like I said before she passed away two years ago and I can remember my daughter telling me she was going to make this mayonnaise bread for dinner. It was one of the saddest emotional days  in my life. As I sat in the living room I could hear my daughter going through the process of making this bread and her talking out loud like her mother was standing right next to her. The sound of her crying as she she talked to her mother made my heart break in pieces. I finally couldn't take it anymore so I entered the kitchen only to find her curled up in the fetal position sobbing  and crying holding on to the stainless steel mixing bowl on the floor of our kitchen. I joined her on the floor throwing my arms around her trying desperately to somehow take the pain away. I failed at that attempt. Her attempt at making this bread was unsuccessfull and she felt terrible. I tried to tell her it was alright and she was successfull and how brave I thought she was at trying to make this bread

DESCRIBE COOKING A MEAL

I asked my daughter to make some mayonaisse bread. She learned this from her mother who had passed way two years ago. She attempted to start the process but broke down in tears right from the start. I could tell that by making this bread it brought up some bad feelings of remorse and loss of her mother. All I could do was to hug her as tightly as i could, tell her that I loved her and no matter what her mother was looking down from heaven with a smile on her face and love in  her heart. We never did make that bread but we made something else and that was a bonding of our love for her and how much we both missed her.

I will never do that again

The first thing that comes to mind is how I spoiled my daughter. I thought by giving her everything she wanted and never saying no to her was the ideal way to raise her. I am sadly mistaken. She doesn't have a clue about life or making the right choices in life. She now expects everything to be given to her and when she doesn't get her way she throws a temper tantrum that I would expect from a 4 year old. I always thought by giving her everytrhing she ever wanted would make her a happy person but just the opposite has occured.

The typical response to that question is that my daughter is beautiful but is seriously lacking any common sense. She acts and does things that a person would relate to her having that hair color. Beautiful like a model but the common sense of a box of rocks. In fact a box of rocks doesn't try to be lawn furniture. The box of rocks knows its just a box of rocks and doesnt try to be anything else but a box of rocks.

When the little one didn't get her way she started to scream and yell as she laid on the floor kicking and crying. It was an embarrassing sight to see but a common occurrence when ever i'm out in public like in a toy store. She definitely wanted something she wasn't going to get and her acting out was her way of not getting what see wanted.

That describes how I felt this morning. My daughter spent the night at a friends house and was suppose to give me a ride to school. She knew I had to be at school by 10:00 and I had called her at nine to make sure she had plenty of time to pick me up . As you saw this morning, I was late by ten or fifteen minutes. I asked her why she was late and she told me to shut up and not talk to her. If I ever attempted to speak that way to my father I would still wouldn't be able to sit down. It got so bad I opened the door on chestnut expressway and while dodging traffic I finished walking the rest of the way to school.

Cooking story

I myself very seldom cook. OK to be honest I never cook. So I'm going to describe my wife cooking something called mayonnaise bread with my daughter. My wife past away 2 years ago and I never took the time to help her cook but when she made me this mayonnaise bread for the first time it was one of the most delicious things I have ever enjoyed. Thank god for my wife showing my daughter how to cook this bread. Each year whenever she gets the feeling she cooks me this bread. We sit around the table,enjoying our dinner , eating our mayonnaise bread and always telling stories about her mother. No matter how much we miss her, it always brings a smile to our face and a glow in our heart sitting there eating our bread and reminiscing about all the good times we remember together.

The place I'd rather be is on a beach in hawaii. As you fly into Oahu you first notice the crystal clear blue waters of the waves contrasting against the white sands of the waikiki beach. In the background the enormous diamond head volcano erupts upward toward the sky. Most of the island is a contrast of colors. The green foilage of the pineapple fields engulf alot of the islands. The high rise of all the hotels are in a constant battle for space against the blue ocean and the white beach sands of waikiki.
Because of the limited area available on the island everywhere you turn something is in constant battle with something else for space. As you visit different parts of the island your sense at times seem overwhelming. The smell of salt water engulfs you as soon as you leave the plane. Tall green palm trees sway back and forth with the warm tropic breeze. Last but not least is the crowds of tourist walking along the beach or shops all sporting bright tropical colors of their hawaiian shirts and wearing bright floral leis.

favorite words

As our plane descended, I could see the lights from Heathrow airport below. It reminded me of butter. A nice warm tannish color arose from the darkness. My daughter has always wanted to see England and now finally I've been able to make her dream come true. She feels alittle knackered from the flight but is ready to go see the sights. I myself feel a little wonky from the long flight. As we depart the plane and walk toward the baggage area I could see a quagmire before us. I also could hear the travalers spouting out obscenities like arse, funk,shite and bloddyhell. I just laughed alittle bit under my breath because of there accents but was glad to have my feet on the ground. We retrieved our luggage and proceeded to the car rental place passing by all the kiosk that had their different widgets for sale. I thought I could pick something up on when we flew back to the states. I wouldn't spend alot of money but I wanted to pick somethig up to remember our trip. The rental car agent walked us to our car and attempted to start the car but instead I heard bullocks from the agent. I asked what was wrong and he said he would take a look under the hood. Of course my daughter stuck her head under a shmidge looking around and the first words were  "whats that thingy"? I again had a chuckle. The agent moved a couple of wires and the car started right up. Lickety split we were on the road to our hotel. Usually I would of been the one under the hood trying to fix the problem. It's just my fungo or philosophy of life where I like to do things myself. We woke the next morning and my daughter right away asked where was the beach. I stated I don't know and asked why. She said she wanted to feel bubbles from the surf between her toes. I replied you can take the girl out of California but you can't take California out of the girl.