Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted Umbrella

            The teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.  From the making to the shop to the pig tailed girl to the blue sky to the mini old woman to the boy who wasn’t at all shy.  The teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.
                     The teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted
                                                      Umbrella

            There once was a young man with five little daughters.  Now in order to provide for his five little princesses, he made small little things to sell, such as miniature aprons, tiny tea sets, and itty-bitty baby dolls to put up in his shop.  But his most prized possession was the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.  Then one day when he had finished making the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella, he set it up in the shop.  The teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella sat in that shop window for days on end, through the rain, the hail, the hot sun, and through the snow.  Then one cold winter day, a small pig tailed girl skipped her way up to the window where the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella stood.  You could tell by the way her face lightened up and how she tapped her mom excitedly and pointed at the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella that she so wanted it.  Sure enough the next morning her mother stopped by to pick it up.
            On Christmas day after all the turkey was eaten, all the presents were opened, and all the joy was fulfilled, there was just one teeny tiny present left in a small little home where a pig tailed girl lived.  The pig tailed girl opened the present and to her surprise inside the present laid the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.
            The pig tailed girl took that the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella, everywhere.  She took it to school and from school, to her best friend, Abbie’s house and from her best friend, Abby’s house, to the grocery store and . . . not from the grocery store.  She’d left the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella alone at the grocery store.  When  the pig tailed girl went back to where she’d left the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella, she didn’t find the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella anywhere.  The pig tailed girl cried for hours longing for her the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.
            The teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella was left alone outside the grocery store.  That night a store came upon the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.  It went up and up and up and away into the sky drifting far, far, faraway.  It finally landed in an empty bright green flower pot right next to a small purple house.  A mini old woman stepped out of her small purple house to pick up the newspaper when she noticed the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.  The mini old woman fell in love with the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella at first sight.  She took it out with her on rainy days, walks to the park on sunny days, and she even took it to her grandson’s house when she visited.  That’s where she left it.  Alone at her grandson’s house.
            Now the mini old woman’s grandson was not at all shy, and he wasn’t the smartest boy on this face of the earth.  The non shy boy used the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella for everything you could think of.  He used it for a sled when it snowed, a bat for baseball, a cane for when he pretended to be an old man, and even just a plain old umbrella.  A teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella in the rain.  Until one day some neighbor boys teased the non shy boy for using a teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.  They called him a girl until finally the non shy boy got tired of it and threw the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella out of his car window on the highway, while his mom was driving.
            The teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella was left alone on the highway.  It was already pretty beaten up form the non shy boy, but now every car that passed ran right over the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella, except for one tiny blue car.
            The tiny blue car stopped in front of the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.  A small young woman stepped out of the little blue car and reached down for the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.  The small young woman took the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella home with her that night.  She ripped the rest of the handle out and cleaned it, of course, before she placed a little orange blanket and a small purple blanket inside.  Then she placed her itty-bitty two month old baby in the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.  The small young woman wouldn’t wait to call up her father and explain to him what she had found and what she was using it for; for this wasn’t just any ordinary small young woman.  She was the oldest daughter of the maker who made the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.
           

The teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.  From the making to the shop to the pig tailed girl to the blue sky to the mini old woman to the boy who wasn’t at all shy and finally to the small young woman with her itty-bitty two month baby, who was the oldest daughter of the maker who made the teeny tiny pink and yellow polka-dotted umbrella.



Written By: Mrs. Bieber

Monday, December 20, 2010

Tank Too

           Finally, we were finally there.  We had been traveling for hours on plane, from Seattle, Washington, to Oaxaca, Mexico.  We'd decided to become missionaries, me and my husband Justin.  We'd been married for three years now, and after the Doctor gave us the news that we would never be able to have kids, we decided to go into missionary life with some friends of ours.  We'd always wanted to, but we thought we'd be to busy with our kids.  Now that we knew that wasn't going to happen, we headed to Mexico.
            We already had a an apartment all nice and ready for us, so all we had to do was get our luggage and go. 
           "Mellisa," I heard Justin's voice calling me, "Welcome to Mexico!" He smiled and gave me a big hug, before we went to go look for the luggage.
           Finding our luggage was sort of a mess.  At first we couldn't find any, then when we finally found one package, only to find out that it was really someone else's.  We eventually found all our luggage and hauled it out to a taxi.  Now was our chance to practice our Spanish.
           I asked the taxi guy nicely if he could bring us to the apartment at 324 Rosetta 14th st. in Spanish.  I couldn't believe we finally made it!  We were missionaries in Mexico!
           When we got to our apartment, we were too excited to not to go out and explore.  So we went out to some shops.  Everyone had something to sell, and they wanted it to be sold.  We went into the Zocalo and had a great time.  We could have stayed there forever. 
           When we got a little bit tired, we settled down at a really nice restaurant.  They served us chili powder covered peanuts for the appetizer, and I ordered some beef and cheese tortillas with beans and chips as the side, while Justin ordered some mini tacos as rice for the side.  There was so much left over food that we had to take it to go.
           The only thing Justin and I hated about Mexico, was having to watch all the poor, weak Mexicans struggle to survive on the streets.  We'd see kids asleep on their mothers lap every now and then.  We gave some money to those that played a song on what ever instrument they had.
           We were getting ready to head back to our new home, because there was so many dogs, we were scared one of us would get sick, so we gave the rest of our food to a family on the street, a mother with two little boys curled up on her lap.  But as we headed back, we saw something that we'll never forget.  We pulled up around the corner of our street.  Justin was a bit in front of me, so he saw it first.
           "Oh, Melissa, do you have any of that food left? Your never going to believe this."  He grabbed my arm and pulled me over.
           He was right, I couldn't believe it.  Standing there right in front me was the most fragilest, weakest, yet cutest thing I'd seen all night.  It was a little girl with a small side bun, holding hardly any hair. She had on a torn-sleeved little Mexican dress.  She was probably about three, but it was hard to tell by how little she was.  At first I didn't know what to do, but then I maneged to interpret the sign she was holding,
           Please help, it read, No food, No home, No mama.  It was in too nice hand writing to have been by the little girl, and besides she was much too young.  The note made my eyes water as I told Justin the food was all gone.
           Justin kept saying that someone  probably just used her to get food, but in the end we had to take her in, just for the night at least.
           Justin left a note taped against the apartment wall asking if she belonged to anyone, while I got her a nice warm bowl of chicken and noodles.  She really ate it all up, she didn't stop to take one drink, until she was finished.  I gave her one of my old shirts to use as a gown to sleep in.  When I got her in bed I couldn't stop thinking about how scared she must be, she obviously couldn't speak any English, and maybe not even Spanish.  I was also scared to have to give her away, back to the street, where her mom probably lived.  I tucked her in all nice and tight, laying in the living room, by the fire and told her goodnight even though she probably couldn't understand.  As I was leaving the room, to see if Justin was finished making the sign, I heard a small squeak.  I turned around and heard the little girl say in very hard-to-understand-but-English-voice, "Tank, too, tank too."
           I turned around and gave a bright smile, to the little girl, all curled up and snuggling with the pillow I'd given her, "Your, welcome." I said back.
           Suddenly I knew exactly what I had to do, I dashed into the front room and found Justin just walking in.  I ran up and gave him the biggest hug and whispered in his ear, "Justin, can we keep her. Like as our own child?"



                                                          Written by: Mrs. Bieber
       

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,
              For Christmas I want a puppy.  You see I'm an only child and I don't have anyone to play with, so I think I would have a lot of fun with a puppy.  I promise I will keep it in a safe place to sleep at night.  I'd feed it when it gets hungry and I'd make sure to bring it to school for 'Show-and-Tell' at least one day, maybe two.

Dear Santa,
              For Christmas I would like to own a new bike.  You see my daddy works in the morning, early in the morning.  And sometimes my mommy ends up working too, so i have to walk to school.  I know it's only three blocks, but the snow freezes my toes off!  I'd make sure to ride it everyday, even when my mommy says she can give me a ride in the car.  I'd use it all year long!

Dear Santa,
               For Christmas I want a Barbie house.  You see Ken and Barbie just got married and they have a baby girl named Kelly.  I think it would be nice if they got a good place to stay rather than the old shoe box, they're staying in now.  I'd always play with it and decorate it all nice just for Barbie and her new family.  They'd love it!

Dear Santa,
              I want a baby doll, Santa, please.  You see the one I have now, well, the head just fell off.  I'd treat it like it's real.  I'd change it's diaper, I'd always feed it, and put it to bed with, of course, a good night kiss.

Dear Santa,
              Pony tails!  What I really want for Christmas is pony tails, Santa.  You see my hair is getting longer and I don't have very many pony tails.  Sometimes I loose them.  I'd always wear my hair up, if only I had some pony tails.  Most likely some pink ones.

Dear Santa,
              For Christmas I'd really, really, really like a friend.  You see I just moved into a new town and I don't really know many kids.  I'm shy and not very good at making friends.  One girl already made fun of my pink and yellow polka-dotted dress I wore for the first day.  If I had a friend I'd bring her everywhere.  She'd come to my birthday party and hear all my secrets.  I'd treat her like the best.

Dear Santa,
              Thank you for a wonderful Christmas.  I ate lots of pie, so much I got a stomach ache.  I helped my mommy with decorations, and that was fun.  I didn't get a puppy, new bike, Barbie house, baby doll, or even pony tails.  I don't even have a best friend . . . yet.
              I got some small gifts on Christmas, but my mommy and Daddy said they can't spend a lot of money right now, they have to spend it on my soon-to-be-best-friend.  Who says sisters can't be friends?
                                                Thanks a ton, Santa,
                                                                            Alexis



                                                 Written by: Mrs. Bieber

Friday, December 17, 2010

Summer's Here

Butterflies floating in the sky
No one asks why
Beautiful green trees
Surrounded by bumble bees
Warm wind whistling like a flute
Cold water spreading on your bathing suit
So many smiles
And sand castle piles
Your free
And so full of glee
The grass so green
Such a beautiful scene
You sit and watch for hours
The pink, purple, blue, and yellow flowers
It's time for love
To feel so above
The sun shines in your eyes
Time to tell your friends byes
Because it's vacation time
Time to bind
And it's clear
Summer's here

Written By: Mrs. Bieber