An Answer to Rebellion

*Before reading please understand that this is a satirical piece*

So lately I've been thinking about "sin" and what makes us want it. Is it because the thing is inherently sinful, like drugs or sex in high school, or is it because its fun to be a rebel, to go against the rules? There are some addictions, like pornography, that actually can classify as a chemical addiction because the addict is actually addicted to the adrenaline that is released when they are doing what they have been taught is a terrible, secret sin. As a result people raised in strict religious homes that condemn pornography have a significantly higher chance of becoming pron addicts than those who are raised that it is acceptable. I'm not saying I don't think looking at pornography is wrong, I'm just questioning the reaction to it and other "unspeakable sins."

I have an answer for this societal issue: Make a new list of what is wrong and what is right, leaving the list of things we REALLY think are wrong off of both lists. Of course all of society would have to commit to this same list or it would never work. If there was no fear that someone else would talk to our children about sex and drugs, then we would never have to either. Instead, every parent should sit down and have a conversation about not wearing socks above the knees. Another great rule could be wearing earrings that measure longer than an inch. Instead of condemning fast food lets just ignore it and instead condemn food of little nutritional value- either for the good or the bad.

Suddenly the black market is consumed with buying and selling knee highs and hoop earrings and parents greatest worry is their teenagers hiding in the basement with their friends passing around a bag of celery.

Ice Cream by Corey Magstadt

How Many Licks?

1...
2...
3...

It's all over me!

4...
5...
6...

A few more licks!

7...
8...
9...

I eat it all the time!

10.
10!

Let's eat again!

The Little Magician

The Little Magician

"Abracadabra!" the magician declared
As with a flourish he waved his wand in the air
Before spellbound children with awe on each face
Making coins disappear without a trace
His box full of tricks that he never discloses
Wait, how did his wand turn into roses??

The little magician thought he'd give it a try
"Hocus Pocus!" burst out his exuberant cry
Nothing happened? Well, that's no big deal.
"Alakazam!" "Presto Chango!" Hmmm…I'm starting to feel
Like something is missing; I can't do it right
I aimed at my sister but she didn't ignite!

The little magician sat down in his seat.
His hopes had been dashed; he stared at his feet.

"Jaron, come here," the illusionist beckoned.
"I need your help on the stage for a second.
Do you see the empty hat I have here?
There was a rabbit, but I think it disappeared.
My hands are too big; could you reach inside it?
I really need you to help me find it."

The magician-in-training rose from his chair
He reached out his hand and whispered a prayer
Then his expression changed from sadness to joy
When clutched in his fingers was Tricky Troy's toy
"I did it! I did it!" he shouted with glee.
A happier magician you never will see.

More Lily Pages

Breakfast, breakfast, my favorite first meal,
Can I have a doughnut, or maybe some oatmeal?
Remember, I can’t like butter or bread,
But please don’t take too long I really need to be fed!
All done! It was so good! Thank you thank you!
You know just what I like! How did you guess? You must like that too.

Good job, now go wash your hands, first soap,
Not so much, Lily, now don’t you mope.
Scrub, scrub, scrub, now for your teeth.

My teeth, my teeth! I love to brush my teeth!
I love my pink paste and princess brush,
Oooo did I see my baby in my room? I better rush
I think she’s stinky and needs a diaper change.
Baby, did you say you were hungry? That’s strange,

Where did your bottle go? Is it in the lego drawer?
I could make a tower… higher, higher, just a little more,
And crash! Jaron, did you do that?
What a cool hat!

Can I try it on? Let me try.
I don’t care if you had it first its mi-
Ow! You hit me! Why!?!
Now I’m going to cry!!!!!

I have to say sorry? But he hit me!
Yes. I took the hat and would be sad if he did that to me.
Okay, I’m sorry and I love you. Let’s play!
I won’t be mean, please stay!

I love to play with you all the time.
Hot or cold, at home or away- anytime!

Thanksgiving Poems by Jaron Magstadt

Thankful Turkey
We are thankful
on Thanksgiving
for fish and meat
and things like turkey feet.

I'm Thankful for...
Telling Mom jokes
Helping Grace with her morning work
eAting food
Napping on Mom's lap
Kids, and being one
Snow
God
lIstening to God's spriit
Vice President
lIly Rose
No school
Grace

What Pilgrims Do:
Thought to sail
bUild huts
Run away from England
King of England wouldn't let them worship God
Eat food Native Americans taught them to grow
Yes, God is faithful

The Pumpkin Pie is Gone!
Mom made a pie
Someone came along and put her face in it,
then she ran away.
Another girl came along and stuck her finger in the pie,
and sucked her finger all day long.
Then she ran away.
Another girl came and put her foot in it,
and then she ran away.
Then a girl giant took the rest of the pie
and then she ran away.
The End

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"It sometimes happens, that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost."- Persuasion by Jane Austen

I just turned twenty-nine a few weeks ago and was rereading Persuasion at the same time. To say the least, I liked this quote a lot. I've been think about life, what I've accomplished compared to what I want to accomplish in my life time and some days I'm satisfied and some days I'm not. But today, I'll just live in today- get what's on my list to get done done, play hide-and-seek with Lily Rose in the new curtains Corey hung up for me, and hope that the anxiety I've faced and the anxiety to come are not too much to fade what beauty I have, because that is most definitely the greatest deterrent to keeping my beauty of youth (although my diet could handle some changes :)). I'm not just meaning my physical beauty either. I mean my energy and blind faith too.

So, here's to pretending I'm a character in one of Jane Austen's books whose twenty-nine with her charm intact!

A Day with Lily, pg. 1

All is dark and quiet in the very early hours,
But soon little ones will awake and show their powers
Against stillness blandness and plain,
And show us the small joys of life that we gain,
When we look closer at the things of each day,
Rather than worrying about tomorrow and letting today drift away.

I hear little foot steps in the hall,
Here comes the beginning of all the small
Little things that will make today,
The next best day of all...




Good Morning! Good Morning! Can I cuddle with you?
There's plenty of room, here I come! The bed can hold more than two!
I know you're awake- stop pretending to sleep,
My tummy's rumbling get up or I'll leap
On your tummy and... ugggghhhhh
By Lori