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{March 9, 2011}   Mini Me Part II

Hello everyone! This past week, I put a lot of work into my upcoming book “Confessions 2 AJ”. As I was working through the background graphics, I ran across something I thought would be fun to share with you.

I recently wrote a blog about my very own “mini-me” 14 year old daughter. I tried to paint an accurate and very clear picture to show just how much she was like me. From her athletic ability to her looks and right down to her writing. When I read this piece, I thought, “Now this, pure irony”. It’s almost as though I wrote the following words myself.

I would like to share this particular piece of work written by my daughter to her readers. It is an author’s note which appears before chapter eleven of her book. You read right, chapter eleven. She’s already running circles and leaving dust around me!

I have to say however, I am so very humbled with the how she reaches out to her readers to describe “Confessions”. I guess you could say she’s pimpin’ for confessions for me! The pride in her as she tells her reader’s about the book overwhelms me.

Isn’t it wonderful when your children do something so special without your input? All because she is proud; I am very blessed.

I hope you enjoy the view on “Confessions”  as seen through the eyes of a 14 year old. I would love to hear your feedback on her writing style. As I said, it’s right up my ally!

. . . I have a few confessions to make. A lot of people think they’re gross–weird–even quirky. Other than being a total perfectionist in grammar, I have the habit of drinking ketchup–out of the packet and straight out of the bottle! I just like ketchup, okay?

So…been a long month…I haven’t posted in a while…please don’t kill me. Anyway, my mother is an author, and she’s writing a book called, “Confessions to A.J.” Yeah, I know I may be boring you with this, I’m not usually serious, but just bear with me, and it’s pretty useful. Basically, what it is, is a bunch of confessions—about anything at all—sent in to my mother, and she puts them together in a book. Like, “I cheated on by boyfriend!” or “I have excessive nipple hair!” (That one was a little disturbing…) But anyway, you can submit (through a review or message, if you don’t want others to know) any secret you may have, and it’s totally confidential. No names will be mentioned, and it’s actually pretty cool. They are all anonymous and you won’t have to live with that nagging in the back of your mind telling you to do bad things like streak naked in Wal-Mart and trash the garden department. Oh…that’s just me…never mind…

 She has a website its: Ajdaily.com and her email is Aj@Ajdaily.com (De ja vu?) She actually writes a lot like me. In the whole warped-demented—must be a demon from the depths of hell—kind of way. Her writing is so much like mine, that’s it’s getting to be insanely creepy now. I mean, I could deal with the whole looking similar thing, but this is just too far! It’s like she’s constantly reading my mind and writing down my craziest thoughts. You ever feel that way?

You ever feel like the cookie monster on a mad, psychotic, axe murdering rampage? Oh, guess that’s just me again. Anyway, if you have like a confession—any secret (I drink ketchup, shh!)—just leave it in a review, or message me. It can be a funny one, a made-up one, anything. And in the next chapter, I just might let you in on a few of my confessions.

Chapter eleven! Or maybe it’s technically ten because of my author’s note…oh well! Screw my calculations! Enjoy !

 

You have to love a kid this messed up! Now if you’ll excuse me, I should go wipe the tears of joy away before they get here with the straight jackets. Did I tell you? We’re getting matching jackets!

Until next time……Peace

A.J.

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{February 21, 2011}   My Daughter Out Ranks Me

Most of my readers are aware I am in the process of completing a book called “Confessions 2 AJ”. Several of you have participated, and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart. It will not be long before I have enough material to submit the manuscript for publication!

If you have already submitted a “confession” please, feel free to submit as many as you like! The more, the better the book will be.

For those of you that have chosen not to participate at this time, you still have time to change your minds! As I have promised you before, all names will be held under privacy protection. As a matter of fact, I will not be publishing names; even when asked to do so. And, I have been asked to include names by some people for their confession.

Anyway, my 14 year old daughter. . . where do I start? Although, she has her own way of doing things, she is sort of a mini me. She looks like me. Especially, when she was small.  She is athletic just as I was growing up (and still am). Even down to the way she runs; just like I did. My mom once asked me, when I was young, “why do you run like that?” Not sure what she meant by that, but I’m sure it was not a compliment. She likes most of the same . . . well, she loves Christian Kane. Need I say more?

My daughter approx. 3 yrs old

Me approx. 2 1/2 yrs old

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I want to say, publically, to her: thank you for being my biggest supporter! I love you dearly and I am so thankful you find humor in your mom’s oh so warped mind!

Now down to business. My daughter is so very talented. She also writes. She is much more talented than I am because not only does she write stories, she has the ability to write poems, songs, even rap songs. Some  of her work, I have posted early in my blogs. The first one I posted, she wrote at age eleven. You should check it out, very poignant. It’s called “The Unknown” posted on July 22, 2010.

She is writing a book. Did I say she was 14?! There is a site for teens where they can go and share their stories with other teens. And yes, I read them as well; I keep a tight reign on what sites they visit.  

I am 40 years old. I have some fans/friends. I hate saying “I have fans…” It sounds arrogant to me. But, my daughter has fans. WHAT? Yep, you heard, well, read me right. She has fans. Fans that ask her to read their work and give feedback. Fans that say, “When are you posting another chapter?” She will post at least one chapter at a time. They tell her how much they love “so and so” and how they can’t wait to see if “so and so” will get together with “whoever”. They have actually fallen in love with her story and the characters she has invented. How cool is that!

I knew she was talented and had the ability to be a great writer. What I didn’t fully understand, is she would be implementing that ability this early in her life. I am extremely proud of her and would be, no matter what she chose to do. However, it is incredibly amazing to see her realize this particular talent and actually chose to use it. Can you imagine what she will be able to accomplish? And so much earlier than I have or will. As wonderful as all this is I must admit I will forever see her as the wonderful happy baby shown below. Always the peace maker, she was.

 

I fully expect to, one day, be out ranked by her in the writing world. And you know what? I am just fine with that.

Until next time……Peace

AJ



{July 22, 2010}   The Unknown….

For this post, I would like to post a poem my daughter wrote a few years ago when she was 11 years old. Some of us have forgotten that we have soldiers still fighting for us. Somehow, it just seems appropriate.   

      

 

THE UNKNOWN     

We crawl out, we dive in     

We get in between, then     

We cry, and we pitch a fit     

We’ve had enough of it.     

      

Bring us home     

We hate it here     

We’re not watchin’ de’ Jaguars     

We’re in real life     

Not in a dome     

Bring us home.     

      

We’re not a baseball team of 40     

Basketball 3 on 3     

We’re serious, just look at me     

Trying to make eye contact     

But we’re behind a tree.     

      

Some of us are lookin’ towards a degree     

Please, take us home     

It’s not cool     

In the Unknown.     

Until next time……Peace     

A.J.     



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