Second Writing.. it's about perception.

People have their own way of seeing and perceiving situations. So, in a problem, who is right and who is wrong? Is there a possible way of discovering that?
Woof woof! I notice that the dog had a recent scratch on the top of her nose. “See that scratch on the dog’s nose?” Nicholas asked. Uuhh is so difficult to see, hmmm let me think were can it be? Duh, it’s so obvious. I thought. Nicholas is the father of the two kids I’ve been babysitting. I wouldn’t exactly call it babysitting; 10 and 12? Do they even need a sitter? Anyway. “Yes I can see it.” I answered in my most polite way, well you have to be polite, that depends on the amount of money you are getting, no? “The dog was running and ran underneath the picnic table and scratched her nose.” Nicholas said. Then I just tried being nice, I smiled and said, “Ooh poor puppy.”
I was looking around. Boxes, boxes and more boxes. They were about to move so the house was a total “mess” according to Nicholas. I couldn’t really see a big mess, but then again, people see things differently. The big picture of the small red and yellow airplane on top of the fireplace was still there. The piano was there too, I really didn’t like that piano, it sounds like a plugged nose. “Hi Nora!” I looked over and I saw Laura, Mom of the two boys. She looks taller than before; I looked down and saw she was wearing the highest heels I’ve seen, even though I wear high heels and she is very tall no matter what shoe she wears. “Hello Laura, how are you?” I asked. “Good thank you!” As soon as Nicholas sees Laura he said, “Honey? Why are you all dressed up?” And Laura says, “It’s a theater! Why are you wearing jeans?” After discussing what he was going to wear Nicholas went upstairs and changed. It was kind of funny seeing them fight about over how to dress.
While Nicholas was upstairs changing, Laura looks over at the sliding door and there was the brown lab sitting down with her tongue hanging from the left side. “Oooh my silly little pup” She opened the sliding door to let her in and continued, “Look at your nose, how is It.?” She asked the dog with a tone of voice that sometimes people use to talk to babies. The dog was wagging her tail so hard that all of her back was moving with her. “Did Nicholas tell you what happen?” Then I said, “Yes, that she scratched her nose.” Then Laura answered, “Yeah, poor puppy was playing outside and was running and missed the corner by a little bit and hurt her nose very much.” This is another example in how people see and perceive things in a different way. Why didn’t she say it like Nicholas, “Ran under the picnic table and hurt herself.”? So anyway it was humorous noticing that difference.
The boys ran inside the house and I showed them the ball that I bought for them. Lawrence said to me, “Look at the dog’s nose! I did it! Well we were playing outside with the ball. So I was throwing it to John but when we were playing the dog was trying to get it. So I threw it under the table, you know where the seats are so the dog went underneath there so she scratched her nose.”
So here is the last example. A father, mother and a son explaining a situation, which they are probably wanted to say the same thing, but because each of them saw and perceived the situation differently they explain it how their eyes saw it. But it doesn’t mean that somebody is wrong. It’s just the truth described 360 degrees.

First Writing... Pretty Amazing

There was a contest, you could win a Cruise the only thing you needed to do is write why somebody needs a break. I wrote this in behalf of my friend "Mitchel". It is a true and sad story. He didn't win the trip any way. But enojoy! Comments are welcome!

12:26a.m. “Good night Mitchel.” He tells himself, pats on the back and closes his eyes. “Ooh man, come on, I know you can do it, what you have to do is: in the concert you start playing the keyboard then when I start singing you go for the bass and start on the second verse that’s all, you just have to kind of run from playing one instrument to the other.” Mitchel told Rick, the guy from his band, while he was fixing his hair. Gees I guess I have to cut my hair again, I can’t easily do a pony, he thought. “Ok, so let’s start rehearsing for our concert, one, two, thr…” Today the weather is not looking good; it will be raining all day long. 10 degrees in the morning and it will increase all the way up to 20 deg… PUM! 5:01 a.m. Ooh Jesus will you let me sleep some more? He said to himself while he scratched his bald head. He reached over at Monica and she was sleeping, so he gave her a kiss without waking her up. Leaving his dream behind of when he still had his band and had hair he jumped on the shower. While he was in the shower he heard a noise, continuous BAM…BAM…BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM. “Ooh man” He said out loud. He grabbed a towel and went to his girls’ room. BAM, BAM, BAM. “Roby stop that now!” Mitchel said to his youngest daughter who usually bangs her head against the wall at least 2 times per night. “Daddy, I want more milk” The three year old said. Mitchel got her milk cup, got dressed and went downstairs. He was walking a little bit faster than usually, MIAAUU; he stepped on Chase, one of his three cats. “Stupid cat, go away.” When he got to the kitchen he saw a big mess. “You have to be kidding!! Sassy come here NOW! Out, OUT! Bad dog, bad girl!” And he started cleaning up, all the garbage that Sassy had gotten out of the trash can. There was cucumber in the family room, bags of chips under the table, napkins all around the fridge and tons of more garbage. He stood up slowly, turning his head up to see the clock. 5:46 a.m., read the flower clock he got in a raffle at work. Trying not to make so much noise he got upstairs and got the laundry basket of his bathroom, which was full and got the girls basket as well. He separated the clothes by colours and then he put in the bigger load. He closed the door of the laundry room, so that it wouldn’t wake up anybody. As he got outside he looked at the floor, it was a mess, full of cat fur and stains everywhere. I’ll do it when I get back from home, he thought. He got his things then he saw his watch 6:10 a.m. Oh shoot! I am going to be so late! He said to himself, and ran outside with all of his stuff. He got in the car and speeded up.
“Good Morning!” said his co-worker. “Having a nice day Mr. Mom?” “Cut it out! You know I don’t like it when you say that!” Mitchel answered her. He was often teased by being Mr. Mom. Why? Well his wife Monica, has Chronic Fybromyalgia, often in bed most of the time. “So with whom are you leaving the girls? With your mom?” his co-worker asked. “With a nanny, she lives with us and we pay all of her expenses, which also includes her food.” Mitchel said. “Ooh, isn’t it that way too expensive, it’s like having another member in your family!” She exclaimed. “Yes, it is, but then who will take Dilana to school and look after Roby, I have no choice.” Mitchel thought sadly. Sometimes he can’t stop thinking if his two precious girls are ok with that girl that takes care of them, that stranger. Stranger in a way. Sometimes he wishes his wife was better. Sometimes he doesn’t even know what to think or wish for. “Mitchel…MITCHEL!! Are you ok? You look somewhere else? I’m sorry I know you need a break from everything but there’s a meeting today which you should go, it’s at 11:15 in the conference room.” She said giving him a smile and walking away. “Thank you.” Mitchel said softly. So he went on to his office, his office which he wishes it wasn’t his, to do the job that he wishes he didn’t had, he wanted to do something more, something else, something with his hands, playing guitar, fixing guitars, fixing everything; being super dad, not Mr. Mom. But still he loved his life.
He got home; the nanny was struggling with the girls. “I told you that I am NOT going to have a bath, and I will NOT change my mind!” Dilana screamed to their nanny. “Dilana! What’s wrong with you apologize now! We don’t talk that way!” Mitchel scolded her. Then he felt so bad for being the first thing he said to her during the day. “Ok sweetie, go on and please have your shower, and I’ll see what we’ll have for supper.” Mitchel go the floor vacuum and vacuumed the floor. Then washed the floor, by that time it was 5:47 p.m. He changed the load from the washing machine to the drier and then he put in the next load. He walked to the family room, and instead of getting angry he breathed in and out several times. Then he called the nanny. “Please, you have to make sure that if the girls play with some toys, they need to clean it up, I don’t want you to do it, I just want it to be done.” Mitchel said looking around the 2 dozen toys that were in the family room. He cleaned up that and open the fridge. He started making supper, left it for a little bit and went with Monica to their room. She was still sleeping. “Monica…Monica … Hi honey, how are you feeling?” Mitchel asked her with a sweet voice. She opened her eyes slowly letting the light come in. She closed them again. Then finally open them and said “Bad, the pain is all over my body.” “Ok, well start waking up because supper is almost ready.” He gave her a kiss and finished supper. “Girls, supper is ready!” They came down and thank God today they were in a good mood; they ate their supper without a fight. After that Monica sat down on the couch and watched TV with the girls. Mitchel finished the laundry and was exhausted. He needed a break, so he went down to the basement and got lost in his music. Playing his guitar, playing the notes and listening for nothing but music. But his break can’t last forever. “Daddy…Daddy…DADDY I NEED YOU!”

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Unbelievable I forgot again about Blogger! You know I really love this thing; the problem is getting people to read my stuff. But, how am I going to get people to read my stuff if I keep forgetting to write in here? Well I’m not going to put boring stuff don’t worry. I’m going to publish some of my writings; anybody is free to comment on them. Some names have been changed. (for privacy of course) . . . Besides writing I love taking pictures I took this one.