Answer- Diamonds, clubs, and spades are by association linked with the corruption of wealth, are and death. The heart, as an organ is pure, open, and undisguised- it does not wear artifice hence the clean shaven king of hearts.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Black Like Me
I won't tell you about the rest of the book because I don't want to give it away. My point of view is that there is racism amongst both blacks and whites. However back in the 60's whites were so judgmental it was ridiculous. They decided to hate people based on the color of their skin. Some of the issues they discussed in the book are still around today. Overall I would recommend this book to anyone who wants to discover more about those issues and that time period.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Powder Flu
It was early Thursday morning when my uncle and I got ready to go to Mt. Baker. I was so excited since it was going to be my first time snowboarding since last year. We ate breakfast, packed a lunch, and got our boards ready. When we loaded everything onto the car, we were off. We traveled North on Highway 9 en route to Baker. My uncle had to call in sick to work. He called his sickness, powder flu.
The roads were clear up until the last mile or so before the lodge. It was surprisingly busy for a Thursday morning. We got our boards and got in line to buy a lift ticket. Finally the time had come for the first run of the day.
We strapped our front binding and got on the lift. It was beautiful out as we got higher in the air I felt a slight breeze on my face. This was perfect weather for snowboarding. When we got to the top I was ready to do the bunny hill, but I was sorely mistaken. Instead we took a run down to chair 8 and went up even higher. Yikes!!! It turned out to be all right since all the snow was powder. It didn’t even hurt to crash. It was like gliding on a cloud.
Then the time came and we did the natural half pipe, which was cool because it was like a chute down the side of the mountain with jumps on it. Even though it was bumpier than the man made half pipe it was a lot more fun.
We headed back to the car for lunch. Mmmm, peanut butter and jelly. After lunch we decided to split up. My uncle went to chair 8 and I went to chair 7. I did five runs on chair 7 and on the fifth run when I was dropping into the pipe my heel side of the board caught on a rut and I flew down into the pipe and landed hard on my tailbone. I could barely make it down the rest of the way. I knew after I took that shot my day was over. So my uncle and I met up and headed home, after a great day of snowboarding.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tim - The Big Red Dog
Last month I helped my mom out at the library by dressing up as Clifford, the big red dog. I got to show off my dance moves for people stopping by the library. I even got a couple of hugs from some people!!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Library
On Wednesday the 24th we had the privilege to go to the Burlington public library to hear Jennifer Bradbury talk about the process of writing her new book, Shift. Shift is about two high school graduates, Win and Chris decide to go on a cross country bike trip. But when Win disappears in Montana and Chris returns home alone. The FBI comes knocking on Chris's door wanting to know what happened to Win. At the seminar she discussed how long it took her to write this book. She said she had to do three drafts of the whole book which contains about fifty eight thousand words. She also said that this book is based on her and her husbands expierences with bike riding. She concluded the session by reccommending books that she enjoys such as, A Northern Light, Airborn, The Book Thief, and Speak. I really enjoyed myself and plan on going to other sessions at the library.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Monday, December 3, 2007
My Memoir - Final Draft: The Neverending Story
The Never Ending Story: The Memoir of Tim Dills
When I was first born I didn’t cry, which evidently is something adults like babies to do when they are first born, so as a result they panic, and then they spank you. Of course, my mom had to tell me this because I didn’t remember any of it; maybe I just blocked it out, too painful to remember. I don’t know if it is a case of cause and effect but my mom also told me that I was a colicky baby. This means I cried a lot, especially in the evening, go figure. So, by the end of the day my mom would hand me over to my dad who seemed to be the only one who could calm me down. He did this miraculously by singing the theme song of Sanford and Son, go figure.
The first memory I have of living in our house in Burlington was when I was about two years old. I was playing in my bedroom eating apples, go figure. I had a baseboard heater under my window. I liked to climb up on it and look out the window. My mom would always say, “Tim, get off the heater!” I think she was afraid that I’d rip it out of the wall. Well, anyway, instead of ripping it out of the wall I slipped and sliced the back of my head open, not seriously, but I am talking about a half-inch gash. There was lots of blood and of course my mom freaked out and drove me straight to the emergency room. I ended up getting stitches and I can still actually feel the scar on my head. I still like to stand on baseboard heaters, go figure.
At the tender age of four my family took a trip to Disneyland. My mom was eight months pregnant with my soon to be annoying little brother, Nathan, also known as Squatch, go figure. I had so much fun but it was really hot. The heat didn’t stop me from enjoying the Peter Pan and E.T. rides. It was an amazing vacation that is topped off with the memory of sitting on the rooftop of our hotel watching the fireworks and eating ice cream with my dad. The cool taste of cookie dough ice cream feeling smooth on my tongue as bursts of color flew overhead. My mom was being a party pooper and said she was tired from walking around all day, go figure.
Shortly after this trip I got another big surprise. I became a big brother. On October 15, 1997 Nathan Alexander Dills entered the world. The first night he was home he would lay in his beautifully decorated puffy crib and cry. I said, “Mommy, Nathan’s crying again.” She came in and took him to her room. He slept there most of the time but eventually he began sleeping in his bed although he insists on sleeping with the light on even to this day, go figure.
Now with two children my parents liked to go out without us. So, we stay with either my dad’s parents. I called them Granny and Grandpa. Then there was my mom’s mom. We called her Nini. I think this is because when my older cousin Melissa was a baby she would try to call her by her first name, Anita, but it came out as Nini so all of the grandkids call her that to this day, go figure. Some of my best memories are of going to Nini’s house. She would always feed us French toast or pizza and then she would take us to the 76 station and we would get candy! When we’d spend the night at Nini’s we would pick cherries and raspberries. We would make pies. She is such a good cook! One time I told my mom that Nini made the very best French toast. I think my mom works really hard at making good French toast now because it’s delicious, I just don’t tell her so she’ll keep working on it.
The funny thing is my Nini would always (make) let us watch the movie, The Never Ending Story. The thing is I liked the first five times but after that it got really boring. But Nini was always so excited and insistent that we watch, over, and over, and over again. She would say, “Hey guys, who wants to watch the Never Ending Story!” We would inwardly grown, put on a brave face and smile, and nod our heads to say yes. It’s funny but we just didn’t want to hurt her feelings because I love my Nini.
I remember turning six and feeling really big. I had just started Kindergarten and I got the coolest cake ever. It had all of these little plastic motorcycles all over it and all of my family came to the party and visited with one another. Big Papa who always seems to say, “Hey, Jack!” There was Little Papa and Big Grandma who always gave me a card with a lovely check. My mom would have to remind me to look at the card too. Learning to say thank you even if it was a weird gift was something I had to learn how to do also. My mom called it grace and tact. I called it putting on a fake front but it’s a gift and the thought should be appreciated. I always had a great time with all of my cousins, family, and balloons. Even though one time our old dog Sasha popped a lot of them, go figure.
Sports have always been an important part of my life. I’ve played baseball, basketball, and football. Of all of the sports basketball is my favorite even though I’m not the tallest kid on the court, go figure.
Recently my grandmother died. She was really funny. She was always concerned how we were. She gave us so many tips on how we should be careful during everyday life. Some of them made us laugh and were soon what we called grannyisms. For example she said never lock ourselves in the bathroom while we take a bath because we might drown. Another one was never stick a knife in a toaster.
Well that’s my never ending story: for now.
When I was first born I didn’t cry, which evidently is something adults like babies to do when they are first born, so as a result they panic, and then they spank you. Of course, my mom had to tell me this because I didn’t remember any of it; maybe I just blocked it out, too painful to remember. I don’t know if it is a case of cause and effect but my mom also told me that I was a colicky baby. This means I cried a lot, especially in the evening, go figure. So, by the end of the day my mom would hand me over to my dad who seemed to be the only one who could calm me down. He did this miraculously by singing the theme song of Sanford and Son, go figure.
The first memory I have of living in our house in Burlington was when I was about two years old. I was playing in my bedroom eating apples, go figure. I had a baseboard heater under my window. I liked to climb up on it and look out the window. My mom would always say, “Tim, get off the heater!” I think she was afraid that I’d rip it out of the wall. Well, anyway, instead of ripping it out of the wall I slipped and sliced the back of my head open, not seriously, but I am talking about a half-inch gash. There was lots of blood and of course my mom freaked out and drove me straight to the emergency room. I ended up getting stitches and I can still actually feel the scar on my head. I still like to stand on baseboard heaters, go figure.
At the tender age of four my family took a trip to Disneyland. My mom was eight months pregnant with my soon to be annoying little brother, Nathan, also known as Squatch, go figure. I had so much fun but it was really hot. The heat didn’t stop me from enjoying the Peter Pan and E.T. rides. It was an amazing vacation that is topped off with the memory of sitting on the rooftop of our hotel watching the fireworks and eating ice cream with my dad. The cool taste of cookie dough ice cream feeling smooth on my tongue as bursts of color flew overhead. My mom was being a party pooper and said she was tired from walking around all day, go figure.
Shortly after this trip I got another big surprise. I became a big brother. On October 15, 1997 Nathan Alexander Dills entered the world. The first night he was home he would lay in his beautifully decorated puffy crib and cry. I said, “Mommy, Nathan’s crying again.” She came in and took him to her room. He slept there most of the time but eventually he began sleeping in his bed although he insists on sleeping with the light on even to this day, go figure.
Now with two children my parents liked to go out without us. So, we stay with either my dad’s parents. I called them Granny and Grandpa. Then there was my mom’s mom. We called her Nini. I think this is because when my older cousin Melissa was a baby she would try to call her by her first name, Anita, but it came out as Nini so all of the grandkids call her that to this day, go figure. Some of my best memories are of going to Nini’s house. She would always feed us French toast or pizza and then she would take us to the 76 station and we would get candy! When we’d spend the night at Nini’s we would pick cherries and raspberries. We would make pies. She is such a good cook! One time I told my mom that Nini made the very best French toast. I think my mom works really hard at making good French toast now because it’s delicious, I just don’t tell her so she’ll keep working on it.
The funny thing is my Nini would always (make) let us watch the movie, The Never Ending Story. The thing is I liked the first five times but after that it got really boring. But Nini was always so excited and insistent that we watch, over, and over, and over again. She would say, “Hey guys, who wants to watch the Never Ending Story!” We would inwardly grown, put on a brave face and smile, and nod our heads to say yes. It’s funny but we just didn’t want to hurt her feelings because I love my Nini.
I remember turning six and feeling really big. I had just started Kindergarten and I got the coolest cake ever. It had all of these little plastic motorcycles all over it and all of my family came to the party and visited with one another. Big Papa who always seems to say, “Hey, Jack!” There was Little Papa and Big Grandma who always gave me a card with a lovely check. My mom would have to remind me to look at the card too. Learning to say thank you even if it was a weird gift was something I had to learn how to do also. My mom called it grace and tact. I called it putting on a fake front but it’s a gift and the thought should be appreciated. I always had a great time with all of my cousins, family, and balloons. Even though one time our old dog Sasha popped a lot of them, go figure.
Sports have always been an important part of my life. I’ve played baseball, basketball, and football. Of all of the sports basketball is my favorite even though I’m not the tallest kid on the court, go figure.
Recently my grandmother died. She was really funny. She was always concerned how we were. She gave us so many tips on how we should be careful during everyday life. Some of them made us laugh and were soon what we called grannyisms. For example she said never lock ourselves in the bathroom while we take a bath because we might drown. Another one was never stick a knife in a toaster.
Well that’s my never ending story: for now.
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