Blogging

     There's something about writing on a blog. I keep journals and dream diaries. I've written down memories, to-do lists, and ditties going through my head. But there is something about writing for others to see--even if it is an imaginary audience.
     Writing for other people is terrifying and thrilling. You are letting others into the private parts of your mind. You are letting them dig through your past, present, and hopes for the future. You let them look into your soul and hope they accept what they see. And when they do you feel connected in a way that may not come just from talking.
     I want to start blogging again. It may not happen because of the lack of other bloggers. But we will see.
    

Basketball

My dad plays basketball everyday.
Why shouldn't he?
He has his own court.

Today he asked me if I wanted to play with him.
After about twenty minutes,
 I pulled myself away from the computer and went down to the gym.

He had the timer going and was keeping score against himself.
I jumped in and tried (and failed) to steal the ball.
Once he scored he gave it to me and I ran,
dribbling down the court.

I started to laugh and the ball was going lower and lower
losing all bounce.
I chased the rolling ball giggling like a maniac while my dad yelled "Don't let it cross the line!"
It crossed.

He got the ball back and scored more points.
It was my turn again and this time I held onto the ball until I got to the other end of the court.
I was running to fast to stop when I shot for the basket,
 the ball hit the backboard, came back, and hit me in the face.
My dad said "It's all about control."


I did manage to score two points after that.
He scored five.
He said I didn't have to play if I didn't want to.

But he let me keep score and hit the buzzer.

Becoming Pro

Well, as you all know, I like photography.

So, I've decided to start doing photo shoots with people besides my sister.

And someday, I will start charging them.

But for now it's free as I gain more experience,

and add more to my website.

Yup, you read that right. No need to go back and check.

I, McKenna C, have a website.

Check it out.

http://www.wix.com/mckenya25/photos

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Happy Mothers Day

This morning I started out with a walk with my mom.
I love her.
We walked around our neighborhood (2 miles I believe)
and then got ready for church.
After, we ate lunch with the Superintendent and his wife.
Salad and chicken. A great lunch.
71 degrees outside afterwards.
My mom, dad and I sat out of course!
Tanning and catching the rays.
A robin, we noticed was sitting on our chair next to the house.
We thought it was looking at itself in the window.
The robin flew away and we heard rustling.
It stopped.
We heard it again.
"Are they building a nest on our roof?" My mom asked.
The rustling again.
"Maybe a baby fell in the window well!"
I jumped up and ran over to the window looking into our basement.
Yup. There it was. Baby robin, flapping around in the leaves.
"So that's why the other bird was standing there. Its it's mommy"
Standing over, watching her child. Wanting to help, but can't.
I ran and got some gloves.
I wonder what my neighbors thought.
A girl in a striped bikini wearing garden gloves, running through the yard.
I picked up the squawking bird (after a few tries) and set him in our garden.
A few minutes later we saw him hopping across the yard towards two other robins waiting by the tree.
Reunited and it feels so good
Fifteen or so minutes later my mom yells from the other side of the house.
"There is another baby in this window!"
I grab my gloves and go over.
Its the same one.
Stupid bird.
I grabbed him again and set him out on the mulch.
As I'm climbing out myself, I see him hopping towards the next one,
and he falls in.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! IDIOT BIRD!"
I get into that window well and grab him out.
And make sure he heads towards his parents.
I hope he doesn't fall in again.
My dad just thinks its funny how loud I would scream when I would try to pick him up.
Hours later I am home alone and I look out my window.
There he is.
My sweet, stupid birdie.
Trying to climb up the tree.
He can't fly.
How will he get back to his nest?
How will he stay warm and safe tonight?
I feel bad and say a prayer.
"God help him get in that tree."
I see his mom hop over.
Closer and closer.
I hope she can help somehow.
She flies into the tree.
I hope he will do the same.
But he can't fly...
She leaves and goes across the road.
Landing in the street.
Picks up something, and brings it back.
A worm.
Quickly she drops it in his mouth and flies back in the tree,
watching her son.
I walk away.
His mom protecting him. Watching out for him.
He'll be safe.

Happy Mothers Day.

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Things Go Better with Coke

I have a new obsession.

I seem to have a Coca-Cola fetish.

For my birthday I got a six pack of Coke in glass bottles. (the best way to drink it)

For my BMA computer class we had to make brochures for a company.

As luck would have it, I got The Coca-Cola Company. (I may have traded, but same difference)

I love the word fetish.

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I Am Writing A Book

I'm writing a book.

I know I already did a post about this a few years back,

But this is different.

New story.

New Characters.

New Plot.

New Book.

In elementary school they brought in authors

they talked to you about their book

read it to you

and sold signed copies.

It was pretty cool.

I only wish they did that now.

If they did, I definitely would be a lot more interested.

It's always been my dream to write and publish a book.

It is on my "Bucket-List"

I want to get it published before I graduate from high school.

That way if my English teacher contradicts me on my writing

I can be all up in their grills and say,

"Have you ever written and published a book before yo?"

I want to make it a long story.

Unlike my last attempt which was a full length novel in my mind

that took up 15 minutes of your reading time.

It is harder than you would think.

And I know getting it published will be even harder.

But I still have hope.

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This Thanksgiving

We went to my Grandparents house.

The food was great.

The company was greater.

I am thankful for my family,

My friends,

The things I have,

The things I experience,

My Life.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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