Cloud Watching, Gray Hair, and Holy Humor (Pony Randomness) · 5:12pm Aug 7th, 2013
Hey there, this is PONYBUG24, I am starting to count down the days, hours, minutes, and seconds, until my birthday, which is Friday. I was born on a Wednesday, and hopefully, my birthday will miraculously fall on a Wednesday soon before I get too old to celebrate it, and enjoy it. I decided this year, on Mother's Day, that I wanted by birthday cake to be a strawberry cake, and that we would have another alternative cake for those who didn't like strawberries, were allergic to strawberries, or in my friend Matthew's case, can't have red dye altogether, which his parents found out as a fluke when he was in second or third grade. His mom said that he would turn into one of the most unpleasant people you have ever been around. But rather than let the situation with the red dye hinder what he liked to eat, his family adapted to eating foods without dyes, which they found at Fresh Market, and Whole Foods. The Graves family are very resourceful when it comes to taking care of Matthew, and I was skeptical about the methods that Mrs. Graves used with her students. Granted, for the first part of my eighth grade experience, I wanted to pack everything in my xylophone case, and go back up to Memphis, and stay with Mrs. Pearson, in Sam's old bedroom, or with the Pickering's in their bonus room. I mean, THAT WOMAN DROVE ME CRAZY! I would sit up in the special ed room on the 6th grade hallway, after getting a four pack of Reece's peanut butter cups from Mrs. During, the 6th grade science teacher, who was on break, and I would tell Mrs. Barlow, "that's it, I've had it with Mrs. Gravey, I am moving back up to Memphis." But, I didn't move back to Memphis, I did go up there to visit, but I never threatened to move back up there again, and Mrs. Gravey stayed with me, all the way through those turbulent days at Chelsea High School, all the way to graduation. Now, as she turns 60 next month, and I turn 24 on Friday, I am reminded of something that the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, who publicly eulogized his friend who had died of cancer, had said about clouds. "If you keep looking up at the clouds, God just might do something miraculous." What I want all of my followers to do this week, is look up at the clouds, you might just see God do something miraculous.