Five People You Meet in Heaven

Surely we have all heard of the book "Five People you Meet in Heaven" by Mitch Album. Although I have never read it, I would like to think a bit on who I would like to meet when I get to heaven.

1. First, and foremost, I want to meet the Lord. I want to hug him and feel his warmth. I want to rest in his peace and tell him thank you for my salvation.

2. My mother's father, Pawpaw. I want to tell him all that I have heard about him and let him know how much I enjoyed the family farm when I was growing up. I want to sit and talk with him about how great his kids were and how highly they spoke of him.

3. Adolf Hitler. I want to ask him why, WHY would he not even lead, but allow such carnage and destruction in Germany. I want to know what enjoyment he got out of his tyranny and if he feels sorry at all for his actions and horrific leadership.

4. Emily Dickinson. I want to tell her how famous and moving her poetry became and how important it was in my life. I want to learn from her and ask her if there were any thoughts she never had the chance to write down on paper.

5. Vincent van Gogh. I want to explain to him how I came to know his beautiful artwork and why it was so important to me. I want him to recall what his feelings and emotions were when creating such creative and moving work. I want to explain to him how absolutely elated I was everytime I had the chance to view an original of his work.


There you have it, when I finally go home, these are the folks I would like to sit a spell with and chat it up.

"So.....do you think I'm a bitch?"

Let me begin by saying, I yell.....a lot.

I'm the girl who doesn't mind telling the server that the meal tastes like crap. (if it really does, I don't lie to get free food or anything)

I'm the girl who doesn't mind flipping off a crazy driver.

I'm the girl who doesn't mind telling someone I don't really care what they are talking about, provided the fact I really don't.

I was talking to Jordan the other day and I found myself asking him, "Honey, do you think I'm a bitch?" Much to my surprise, he replied, "Well.....not to me."

Good deal. At least I'm not too mean to him.

I think I'm great! I would never want to hurt someone's feelings or make them feel bad, but I don't let people walk all over me. I'm definitely not passive. People always know where I stand, and I don't back down. There have been too many instances in my life when people told me what I can do, when I can do it, what I should think, and how I should act.

I can truly say that I love Jordan with all my heart because he knows me at my best.......and worst. He knows I yell a lot, he knows I clean constantly, he knows I throw the remote control when my DVR malfunctions, and he knows I love him dearly.

That is really all that matters right? I love Hunny. (and he hates when I refer to him like that) =0)

Banned Books

When searching for books to read in Hastings on Thursday night I internally revisited my most academic abhoration....banned books. I despise them.

Why, for goodness sake, would any school ban a book? Books are amazing. They have the ability to send one into an imaginative world that is new and exciting.

My favorite book? Catcher in the Rye. Oh, how I love it.

Simple minded adminstrators dislike this book because of the language. Seriously? This is what the whole book is about! Holden Caufield loathed "phonies," this book was the basis for John Lennon's death.

Lennon wrote about revolution and change while living in the Dakota Apartments, some of the most expensive, in New York City. Don't get me wrong, I love his music, but he was a phony.

In conclusion, all you high school teachers out there, fight the power. Teach a banned book. The administration will get over it don't you think? Maybe not.

If a book is banned, the students will never know the real value of it.
Don't be a phony.