Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Back Where I Come From....

A baby IS a gift from God.  We have been blessed with such gifts on multiple occasions. It is the most amazing thing to look into those precious faces and see what you have created with someone you love so dear. Of these creations, to understand how we got to where we are now in our journey, we need to go back and start at the beginning.... 

November 4th, 2003
Chadron State College
Kent Hall
2nd Floor Girls Wing
Room of Sheri Stewart
& Jessalynn Fellers

“Let’s go to the free movie tonight!”
“…okay I will be down at 6,” I said, thinking it was a night I needed to get out of the dorms.
     I had just been home to Holdrege for Halloween and the gang was coming up to stay in the cabins at Chadron State Park this weekend to celebrate 4 years together for my fiancĂ© and I. I had a secret though; I was working up to the courage to break it off. You see he had become quite dependent on his best friend Bud Light over the past couple years and had even started to get mean about it after, oh 22 of 24 in the case.
   Arriving at the theater we jumped in line fingers crossed that we would get in as of curse we were late. For any of you who know me, my mom, or even my son, you might be thinking this to be my fault; however, you would be wrong. As terrible as I am with punctuality, my ex-roommate Jessalynn was worse.  As we approached the ticked box the couple in front of us were not college students, looking good I thought. The first 200 college students to the featured movie once a month at the Eagle Theater got in free. Finally, us…… “numbers 203-206, you have to pay.” Oh heck no! I have $5 that is either popcorn and pop or the movie, not both. I am not sure what the movie was that night, but apparently it didn’t look good enough to actually pay to get into. So Sheri says, “Nemo comes out on DVD tonight, want to go to Wal-Mart and grab that instead?”
Wal-Mart, the hottest hangout in Chadron in 2003. That is where we went and what we did. What a bust. So much for getting out of the dorms. I found myself sitting in room 2-something of Kent Hall, right in the middle of what was known as “Dramaville”. I was bored and for some reason the movie was not in the DVD player yet……likely Jessalynn again. In my mischievousness I began to shout anatomical classifications to passerby’s. What did I have to hold back, it wasn’t my floor or my room?  “PENIS!” I shouted as the next guy going down the hall came into view. Another one, “Penis!” Then in that one came, poster in hand! OH CRAP!
Who was it? Amused as he was, he apparently knew the girls and had purpose to being here as he plopped his stuff down right next to them.  How did they know someone I didn’t? I had known them since before day 1 as one was my first roommate, the ones they give you all contact info for, and the other was the sister of a girl who worked at Pizza Hut with me in high school, we had the same majors and the same classes. Regardless, there was this guy coaxing them to do his speech paper for him, due the next day.  
The girls agreed to do his poster and instead of leaving, he stayed. The movie finally started and we laid on the floor to watch it. Determined not to touch but limited on resources in the dorm as I had swapped roommates with Sheri, taking her roommate Lexi and giving her Jessalynn, they were not left with much. Turns out Lexi and I had brought most of the furniture and comforts to the rooms.  Eventually we ended up each taking an opposite end of the same pillow to watch the movie.
“SHARK BAIT, oooo haha!” The room began to fill and the night was turning out less dull than previously anticipated. In walks this girl, her I knew, gives me the death glare and plops down sprawling out across this Wayne guy. Awesome. I gave them the pillow and sat uncomfortably criss cross applesauce the remainder of the show before heading back up to “Barbieville,” 3rd floor, where my room was.
And thus I met another Edna Hall guy one bored night in the dorms, not expecting it to be relevant to the rest of my life….

Monday, February 21, 2011

Where Do Babies Come From?

Where do babies come from
a question as a child I would wonder,
when I asked my mother this question
her answers often made me ponder.

'I found you under a cabbage patch,'
or the stork brought you to my door,
'I don't know' is what she would say,
and confuse me even more.

I thought I had it all figured out
when I saw the doctor carry a black bag
into the door of my cousins house
a baby was left there and that's no gag.

My girlfriend's mother was a pastor's wife
she told me the facts of life one day,
explaining all the deep details
in such a wonderful glowing way.

Since my mother had so often said,
'I don't know' to me, I thought it true,
I couldn't wait to tell her all about it,
why her faced turned red I never knew.

I guess these facts were to be secrets
to my mother who couldn't explain,
but the pastor's wife taught me
it was God's blessing, and no shame.

I learned that love and sex are good
and by God they were created,
but they're not to be misused
while for the right one we waited.

I was so glad to get all these many
Generational misunderstandings cleared
and was thankful to know these simple facts
and found they were ones to be revered.

Norma Duncan AKA Mistymaiden