In light of Thanksgiving

A sweet aroma fills the halls as I walk from one room to another. It’s the smell of the sweet glaze that covers pecans in a pecan pie. Mom has been working hard for the past two days preparing for the greatest feast of the year, Thanksgiving! I’ve resisted the urge to eat all day, even though I am extremely hungry. Now the smell of warm pecan pie fills the whole house, and you can just tell that mealtime is coming soon. In an attempt to curve my appetite I go the outside fridge to get a bottle of water, but right when I open the door I realize the trap I’m going into. I try to detour, but it is too late. Right in front of me is the holy grail of all Thanksgiving, mothers 4 layer trifle! It seems to glow as I stare at it intently, knowing perfectly well that although the day will be filled with glorious food nothing will top this. I reluctantly shut the door, all-the-while not breaking eye contact with it. I walk slowly back into the house, empty handed, forgetting all reasons why I went outside in the first place. It wouldn’t be long before my mind would be temporarily distracted by the distinct smell of the other food in our upcoming meal. “Time to eat!” I hear my dad’s voice echo through the house. We all know he gets impatient when he’s hungry and the food is ready, so no one lags. We bow our heads, give our thanks, and then…the rest is a blur. The next thing I know the food that was in front of us is almost all gone, my plate looks used, and my stomach feels like I just ate my own weight in mashed potatoes. As I glory in out-eating everyone in my family, those dreaded words come out of my parents mouths, “Who wants desert?” Oh no! Did I do it again? I over ate and now I don’t have room for desert. My pecan pie that my mother makes just for me…and the trifle! How could I have been so foolish! That trifle is better than any of this food I just ate, but I filled myself up and now I don’t even want the best part!

What it was like...

Sweat drops glide smoothly down your face as you feel their familiar salty sting in your eye. “It’s been 3 days!” you moan in a dry raspy voice. Relief from this minor discomfort would be nice. But even if you could lift your arms to dry your face, or to plug your nose and stop the smell of death from entering your lungs it wouldn’t change anything, because lingering in the back of your mind is the one question that fear itself is even to afraid to ask: What is Auschwitz? The more you think about this the less sweat or the rotting dead bother you. As your stomach begins to toss you realize that it’s not the smell of death that causes you to want to vomit, but it is the fact that you feel your own death rapidly approaching that churns your insides like butter. As your vision gradually becomes enveloped in black you can faintly hear a child’s plea, “Daddy I’m so hungry! Will there be food where we’re going?” A smile creeps over your face. For the first time since the SS broke into your home you realize that it doesn’t matter. For the first time in years you have something to look forward to. Knowing you won’t live long enough to hear the fathers reply, you finally find comfort in death.

More than 2 millions souls were loaded onto Nazi cattle cars and transported to Auschwitz in this same manner. As far as records show, only 1% left there alive (University of Minnesota). The Nazi Holocaust was one of the most horrific acts of genocide committed in all of human history. Human beings were treated so poorly, and tortured so severely, that many begged for death and welcomed it like a long awaited friend. Since World War II there have been many other popular issues that have attracted much of the people’s time and interest; however, no such issue has ever been as grand or horrific as was the Jewish Holocaust.

First Day of Work

So today is my first day of work at DAC. So far my boss hasn't come in yet. So I've been here since 9 a.m. sitting around in this same position doing nothing. But I get paid to do it. I've been reading up on some stuff to help me along, but I've reached a wall. Either I don't have the attention span to read anymore, or I've run out of stuff to read. Not sure which one it is. All I know is tonight is bowling night!

...One more

I thought this one was good too.

School...psh give me a break, it was a vacation.

So here are just some highlight shots from my trip to DC and Gettysburg. I'll give the full story sometime. But for now I thought I'd show off my awesome photo skills to Ainsley and Quinn.

WWII Memorial

Washington DC Temple

Coolest Car ever. He's not making a statement...he's just himself.

The Army of Northern Virginia

Quote of the day

Quote of the day goes to Toby Janiec.

"Last time I saw Flogging Molly was at The Venue on Halloween night when they opened for The Bouncing Souls."

That would have been the sickest show ever.

The End

Flogging Molly

Flogging Molly was so sick tonight! It was, always has been, and always will be, the best show ever. They are so amazing, and their fans are so nuts. Before the show even started this crazy drunk guy was jumping up and down. He was way hammered and way excited, it was awesome. I told myself that I would stay in the mix of things until they played my favorite song (Raise What's Left of the Flag). Well turns out that was the last song they sang...go figure. It was awesome though. I got Marcus to start a pit for one song and it was super awesome. He kicks trash in a pit. It was awesome. Basically, it was awesome.