Writers Choice

          It is funny that people think they can tell what a person is like by looking in someone’s wallet or purse. I wrote in my blog, “Some would say that they could tell what a person is like just by looking at the contents in their wallet. I would have to disagree. If someone were to look at the contents in my wallet, they would think that I was a very messy person. I have a plethora of receipts in my wallet that are coming out of every pocket. I have to keep the receipts in case I need to return something. Some would ask, "why not just start file folders to hold all of the receipts". I would have to say, "If I did that then I would forget to grab the one I needed. I would get to the store, look for the receipt in my wallet, and remember it was in the stupid file. If I keep the receipts in the wallet then I wouldn't forget to grab them". I am not messy, I am just organized challenged.

          Do any of you have grocery store, or any other type of Rewards Card? I think I have every type of card you could think of. These cards range from the Safeway Club Card to the Game Stop Power-up Rewards Pro Card. This, I hope this would tell you that I am a bargain shopper and not a rewards card hoarder.

          In today’s society, too many people judge others. What is that one saying that is used? Judge not, that you be not judged? What does this mean? Well last, I checked it means that if you judge people then you will be judged. You cannot judge a book by its cover, and you certainly cannot judge a person by what they carry in their wallet. I think people need to mind their own business, and worry about themselves before they start meddling.

          If you find my wallet all you will get is a bunch of Club Cards and receipts, so just return the darn wallet instead of going through it and trying to figure out what I am like. Oh ya, I almost forgot, there is no cash in there for you to take“.

          My second favorite was writing about family traditions. Writing this in my blog brought back memories of how I would spend time with my family before my father passed away. I wrote in my blog, “For as long as I can remember, my mother would always make a huge dinner on Thanksgiving and Christmas. We would always stay home and just have family time. My mother’s food was always the best. The turkey was always moist, the stuffing was just right with all of the giblets (gizzard, liver, heart), the raspberry/applesauce Jell-O that was topped with the weirdest topping (sour cream with miniature marshmallows that eventually disintegrated after stirring it for hours) was so delicious, fruit salad that had apples, bananas, grapes, and my favorite mandarin oranges was mixed with cool whip, yams that were mixed with a little scosh of brown sugar and topped with marshmallows. My mom’s homemade potato rolls were tasty, and finally yet importantly, the mashed potatoes and home made gravy that was made from the turkey stock and drippings. We never sat down at the dinner table to eat because the table was full of food so we would put all of the food on the dining room table, dish up, and then sit down in the family room to eat together and watch the television.

          One year we went over to my Aunt Mavis and Uncle Docs house. I hated going over there because Aunt Mavis was mean. It was the worst dinner I had ever had, and I was bored out of my mind. Aunt Mavis did not cook like my mom. The stuffing wasn't even real; it was stovetop, who makes stovetop stuffing? She did not even put giblets in it. I thought I would die. The fruit salad had nuts and marshmallows in it. The fruit salad is not supposed to have marshmallows in it; the marshmallows are supposed to disintegrate in the sour cream and put on the Jell-O or melted on top of the candied yams.

          The funniest dinner I went to was at my Cousin Lisa's house. Mothers' sisters came from Montana to have Thanksgiving dinner with us. All I remember was looking at the mystery dish. I was trying so hard not to laugh as I looked into the bowl of dark brown slop. I pulled my sister to the side and asked her what it was; she just got a big smile on her face and said I do not know. We found out later on that the mystery dish was the stuffing.

          I learned how to cook my mother’s fabulous meals after my dad passed away just before Christmas in 1995. Our unique holiday dinners where we sat down as a family in front of the television were not the same anymore. Holiday dinners are usually over at my house now. My mother will come over the night before and stay the night to help me prepare the meal the next day. I will never forget the good times I had growing up and I will always remember my family’s holiday dinner traditions“.
          This has been a long stressful journey for me. I hope you all enjoy my e-portfolio. I must say that although I was stressed out, had anxiety, and was sick most of this quarter, I really did enjoy meeting all of you, and interacting with most of you. I would like to thank Professors Wells-Edwards and Smith for their great English teaching skills, I really did learn a lot in this class. Good luck to all.