Hitting the corner
Friday, March 25, 2005
"You got about 3ft of air that time"
Jeremy and I went dirt biking this past weekend. Josh was in San Diego with the school choir and Jovi was working. We went out to Apple Valley to a place called ButtRock, because there is a rock formation that, well looks like a butt. Jeremy has been riding a dirtbike for about two years now and he is getting better. He is the type of kid who enjoys what has been categorized as an extreme sport, though the term extreme sport is more marketing speak than anything else. I've posted a few pics of him "getting air".
Jeremy getting about two feet of air
Jeremy getting about two feet of air
Sunday, March 13, 2005
What Old Glory Means to Me
by Jeremy Virata
Old Glory means a great deal to my family and me. Old Glory means things like freedom and equal rights.
The stars on Old Glory stand for the 50 states, and the stripes stand for the 13 colonies. Old Glory means a lot to me because respect and apperciate where I live and what I have. Most kids don't even realize that in many countries, families can't even afford to feed or take care of themselves.
Old Glory got its name from a man named William Driver. Whenever William Driver would set sail, he would fly Old Glory. During the Civil War, he would hide Old Glory in a safe place where no one would find it.
Again I am very thankful for what I have. I make $5 a week for doing my chores. People in other parts of the world, including kids, only make a few pennies a day. So we should probably be thankful for what we have. We are very lucky to live in America.
This essay was submitted by Jeremy to his 6th grade class for an essay writing contest. Six sixth graders' essays were chosen from his school of several hundred, in a school district of which there were 1101 entries. Jeremy's essay won an award, an award of which 24 students of the 1101 were chosen as winners at the district level. Although his essay didn't make it to regionals, he was stoked all the same.
Jeremy and two classmates at awards ceremony
Old Glory means a great deal to my family and me. Old Glory means things like freedom and equal rights.
The stars on Old Glory stand for the 50 states, and the stripes stand for the 13 colonies. Old Glory means a lot to me because respect and apperciate where I live and what I have. Most kids don't even realize that in many countries, families can't even afford to feed or take care of themselves.
Old Glory got its name from a man named William Driver. Whenever William Driver would set sail, he would fly Old Glory. During the Civil War, he would hide Old Glory in a safe place where no one would find it.
Again I am very thankful for what I have. I make $5 a week for doing my chores. People in other parts of the world, including kids, only make a few pennies a day. So we should probably be thankful for what we have. We are very lucky to live in America.
This essay was submitted by Jeremy to his 6th grade class for an essay writing contest. Six sixth graders' essays were chosen from his school of several hundred, in a school district of which there were 1101 entries. Jeremy's essay won an award, an award of which 24 students of the 1101 were chosen as winners at the district level. Although his essay didn't make it to regionals, he was stoked all the same.
Jeremy and two classmates at awards ceremony
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Dream: My 66 Mustang and Brad Thompson's rock throwing
I once had a 1966 Ford Mustang. Before we moved to Hawaii, I reluctantly sold the car. Well, lately I've been looking at Mustangs again, checking them out on eBay and seeing what they are going for price wise. I figure I can buy a Mustang that was similar to mine for about $5000. Anyway, last night I had a dream about the good old 66 Mustang. was attending my 20 year high school reunion, and was talking with Tracey Siegel and another girl, I forgot her name. Well anyway, we were talking about what we were doing now, I guess the usual reunion type stuff when somebody came in and said My Mustang was trashed. I ran out and sure enough, Brad Thompson was throwing rocks at it, putting the finishing touces on destroying it with a bunch of kids. I went up to brad, totally upset, and said you have to pay for that, and he said no problem. You see, in reality, my friend Brad is a millionaire, having made his money working for his mother's business. Well she was able to later sell her business and Brad got a cool million or so from his mother for working for her during the time. So in the dream he had no problem of paying me back. But the problem was he was paying me with $100 bills, and everyone, even the hold up types were there to watch, and they were watching.
And Brad was getting nervous.
So he said, "John we need to get out of here, we are about to get jumped." And I was feeling the same thing, so we went looking for his car, but when we found it, it was wedged between two other cars, which was not good if we were to get away fast enough without first getting shot at for the money Brad had paid back to me. Anyway, we both got in the car and I was getting too nervous myself, so I said to myself, this is just a dream and woke up. Well, when I woke up, my heart was beating way too fast, presumably from the andrenaline that was created during this episode. I don't know how else to put it, but that dream really got my heart pumping.
And Brad was getting nervous.
So he said, "John we need to get out of here, we are about to get jumped." And I was feeling the same thing, so we went looking for his car, but when we found it, it was wedged between two other cars, which was not good if we were to get away fast enough without first getting shot at for the money Brad had paid back to me. Anyway, we both got in the car and I was getting too nervous myself, so I said to myself, this is just a dream and woke up. Well, when I woke up, my heart was beating way too fast, presumably from the andrenaline that was created during this episode. I don't know how else to put it, but that dream really got my heart pumping.
He's just a kid
My youngest boy, jeremy, never ceases to amaze me. Actually, even though he is just a kid, he 's got a wild mind. When he was five years old, he'd say some wild things, like, "if there was a bomb in a house, and somebody detonated it, would everybody die? Tonight I was in his room and he showed me his latest creation, Prince Bob, which happened to be an anchovy that he dried out and put in a ziplock bag full of baking soda. "I am drying him out" he said. So he made his little playtoy out of an anchovy. On the other hand, we were watching TV one day and out of the blue, he asked me why Bush had invaded Iraq and why he didn't get Osama first. So I can only think that his mind continues to soak up information. After all, he is an 11 year old, and perhaps that is just how an 11 year old mind works. I don't know, but he is quite amusing sometimes. he is a typical boy. He's got all kinds of pets, including two corn snakes, two mice, a pet largemouth bass in a 20 gallon tank, and his dog Kimo, a mixed breed poi dog, who is actually very intelligent. But we didn't teach the dog to use the toilet.
Last week, I asked him to pick up his dog's business. you see, his "job" is to pick up after his dog, and make sure he feeds him and all that. For the most part, he does the chore really well, but for the last month or so, California was hit with some serious rain, and well, the dog's business can get all grossed out, more so than it already is, so he slacked off, which was understandable considering the rain and all, but when I asked him to one day, he shot back, "you haven't paid me in like three weeks" and I said to him, well, that is because you haven't been doing your job." well you haven't paid me, he said. and I repeated that he hasn't done his job, so he up and goes , "Well then I quit," and I was really surprised. But he didn't quit, he went and did his job and I paid him his $5 a week. He's a smart kid, sometimes crafty, but I sometimes I just need to remember that he is just an 11 year old kid. Just now, he was laying on my bed and said, "you know what would hurt, if I fell off the bed and landed on my head, how many brain cells do you thing I would have lost? What kind of crazienss is that?
Last week, I asked him to pick up his dog's business. you see, his "job" is to pick up after his dog, and make sure he feeds him and all that. For the most part, he does the chore really well, but for the last month or so, California was hit with some serious rain, and well, the dog's business can get all grossed out, more so than it already is, so he slacked off, which was understandable considering the rain and all, but when I asked him to one day, he shot back, "you haven't paid me in like three weeks" and I said to him, well, that is because you haven't been doing your job." well you haven't paid me, he said. and I repeated that he hasn't done his job, so he up and goes , "Well then I quit," and I was really surprised. But he didn't quit, he went and did his job and I paid him his $5 a week. He's a smart kid, sometimes crafty, but I sometimes I just need to remember that he is just an 11 year old kid. Just now, he was laying on my bed and said, "you know what would hurt, if I fell off the bed and landed on my head, how many brain cells do you thing I would have lost? What kind of crazienss is that?
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