Dear Baby

Carmine Antonio Manniello:

Born: August 19, 1963

Died: July 22, 2010

In 4th Grade, which was in 2006-07, my teacher gave us a time capsule project. To be opened when my child was in 4th grade, or in 2036. My parents both wrote a letter to this future child of mine.

Today, with only one parent, i was cleaning out my closet and room, organizing. But of course organizing means looking through all of your old forgotten things. i was just trying to take some books out and get a hurry on cleaning it instead of looking through everything. One of the books that I saw was time Capsule for Baby. The same book that came with the capsule from fourth grade. didn't think much of it.So i was reading through the other books in the pile, a little young for my age. I finished and saw the time capsule for baby book again. I opened it, and it came to me that my dad had written a letter to my future child in that. i tried to resist the temptation to open it. But I thought I deserved to see what he wrote.

I retrieved it from the top shelf, and opened it. I dumped everything out. At the bottom was the letter.

The things that I remember the best of it that speak the most to me are, " If I'm alive when you read this I hope our lives together will be plenty. If I'm not, well know that our love will be realized."

Here are some words to live by:

Always kiss your parents goodnight no matter how old you are.

 Spend time in the outdoors

What one man can do another can as well. (What one man can do another can do. We're gonna kill the bear!)

Never say can't, you can do anything.

No one loves you like your family.

Those are my favorite, I'm not gonna give the whole thing away. As tears filled my eyes, even though it was from grandpa and addressed to baby, I felt like this letter was not meant for my future child, but exclusively for me. These things I will share with my children. And it will live forever.What assures me of this,signed, Always, Carmine Antonio Manniello

Why Can't I Have A Boyfriend Who's Like This?

I wish I had a guy who sang about me this way.... too many guys take their girlfriend for granted.

Oh her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying

She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Yeah I know, I know
When I compliment her
She wont believe me
And its so, its so
Sad to think she don't see what I see

But every time she asks me do I look okay
I say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

Her nails, her nails
I could kiss them all day if she'd let me
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think its so sexy

She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Oh you know, you know, you know
Id never ask you to change
If perfect is what you're searching for
Then just stay the same

So don't even bother asking
If you look okay
You know I say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

The way you are
The way you are
Girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

Living In Her Own World...: Song Of The Week

Living In Her Own World...: Song Of The Week: "Paralyzer Artist: Finger Eleven 'Well I'm not paralyzed But, I seem to be struck by you I want to make you move Because you're standing st..."

I Love That Song! very addicting.....

The Seasons

For some reason i think of things over and over agin, not finding an answer, and then moving on. Something I can't figure out. Wat is your Favorite season? What is your favorite holiday? I can never quite decide. I end up thinking I have come to a conclusion and then get lost in my thoughts. And I then try to move on. So i'm going to figure this out right now, but probably won't end up with one single answer.

Fall. I like to think of it as, Autumn. The spelling and word is beautiful. I was born in Autumn. The warmth of the colors. One leaf, orange. Another leaf, red, and yellow and brown.The cool breezes that you dread will lead to the frost of winter. I like going inside and smelling candles. and for the tablecloth that has that warm color. everything feels, inviting. Outside, everything is dying, but going in a beautiful way.

Winter. Winter is, soft, yet everything is rough. an extreme. extreme joy, extreme coldness. extreme warmth by the fire, and in the livening hot chocolate. With each snowflake that drops, i feel very awake. but very sleepy, in a trance. I look up at the sky and let them drop on my face. curing me of any unhappiness. And i just smile. Even though everything is dead, yet the earth still looks beautiful. It's just as peaceful, as a rested mind.

Spring. The first time we would go into the country. Woods, flowing streams, the wind in my hair.The sun being shaded from my view by trees. trees that have delicate leaves being blown around by the wind.Those spots of light that have found their way through the delicate leaves.I feel like those spots are so full of life, like that river of light falling from the leaves, has a deeper meaning that no one can quite grasp. One of the many secrets of nature. Those Spring showers, renewing life. Catching frogs by the water lillies, chirping at night. The buds of flowers, at the very beginning of the season. Flowers. Flowers are one of my favorite things.

Summer. Much like my description of spring. No school. Vacation, beaches, barbecues, everything full of life. The prime of nature's life. has just been renewed by spring. but now it can enjoy it. but my mind can only be at peace when i'm thinking alone. Everything bright, or as dark at night during summer thunder storms. I dont mind thunder storms though. They are like more violent rainstorms. ad i love the rain.

I have rambled on and on about what other people can care less about. But i have figured it out once and for all. What is your favorite season Kira? All of them.

A Picture Within The Picture

Right now i am drawing a picture of random things, all joined in one. So I came across this picture while i was looking for something else.

 

And I thought to myself, wow, i wish i could draw that. I draw things that have that style, but they never turn out so right and precise. So now i've decided to make an art gallery, of pictures I like, but cant draw. or just something cool or amusing.