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Don’t jump into the water!

It is hard to stay positive when you know life is rough. It is hard to keep that smile on your face, when you are trying to hold back tears. It’s hard to laugh and hard to love when you are filled with fear and doubt. Others will tell you to keep your head up, to get over it and be happy again, but do they know what you go through? Do they live with you, pay your bills, write your budget for the month, or even know how much you have to pay for rent? The answer is no, most of the time, that is. But they might have a point.

If you are an average American, you might be struggling, right now. I know I am no longer living comfortably. It is rough, and I don’t know how long it may take to get out of the situation. The truth is, I made a huge mistake that I’m pay for, now. It sucks. I fight back anger, every day. I try to stay strong, because that is who I am supposed to be. I am Blake. I am the happy clown that puts a smile on everyone’s face. I can’t be upset, I can’t stress, I have to be strong. But when is it my time to be sad, depressed, angry and broken? If you’re an average American, I probably just hit you hard with that similarity, yes! We are alike. You aren’t the only one that is struggling with these feelings. You aren’t the only one that has trouble breathing when you think about all the things you can’t do. You aren’t alone. So what happens now? Where do we go after we realize that we are broken?

The answer is simple. We go back to the beginning. We get over the small things and make plans on how to fix the bigger issues. This sounds so simple, but it’s not. It will take everything you have, but, it will work out!

The first step is to GET UP! Life isn’t over just because you fell and feel like you can’t get back up. You have a boo-boo but it isn’t critical. Get up! That is the most important thing. Get up from the ground and fight back! Breathe and know that everything will be okay! It isn’t the end of the world, but it is the end of your fear! You will get through this with the love and support of your friends and family. If it wasn’t for the strong encouragement of my wife, Ariel, I wouldn’t be as strong as I am. Yes, you will still be hurting, stressed, and possibly will fall again! But with these people beside you, you will make it. I Promise. They will be your security blanket in the hard times. Never try to do this alone. EVER!

The second step is to make a plan. I would never go into a war without the best outline, ever, neither should you! Take a minute from your crazy life and write down goals, a budget, and solutions. What do you want in the next 5 years? Well, I want to be debt free. Okay! How? I’ll pay the minimums on my credit cards, I’ll sell what I don’t use (you know, that boat that you bought, even though you live in the city and don’t even know where the nearest river is?) , and I’ll stop going to McDonald’s  and I’ll use that dang cook book that my mom bought me! I will then put that money back so I can finally pay more on my credit card! Okay! What solutions will help you get your life back together? If I didn’t have debt, that would be a big relief. I’m not happy with my current job, so I’ll look for a new one, I am not happy with my weight, so I’ll workout 4 days a week. See, it isn’t that hard to make a plan. Most people don’t take time to make a plan, and that is why they usually never see results. They want everything to go back to normal, but they never change their way of living. How do you expect change, when you never put in the work? Getting your life together is 20% materials and 80% your will to be different.

The Third step is simple; Stop stressing the small stuff!

I learned a lesson a year ago, right around this time; this lesson was “Stop stressing the small things.” A guy told me that when I was in the line at a pretzel shop. Ariel and I were waiting in line for a bucket of yummy, Cinnamon pretzel nuggets. We were talking about the fact that Christmas was coming up and that we didn’t want to spend that much money. The guy interrupted and told us to not stress over the little things, because life is too short to lose sleep over things that won’t matter in a year. This hit me when I thought about it. How many times do we over stress about the smallest things. It might seem important, but when it’s over, you realize that the situation wasn’t that serious after all. You were able to solve the issue pretty quick, and shouldn’t have lost sleep over it. In this case, Ariel and I ended up having a great Christmas, even though we didn’t spend that much money. In other cases, we were able to find a hole in our budget and got back in the race, quickly. YES! There are certain cases that you won’t be able to fix it immediately, but with a solid plan, all things will be solved in due time. This is where your faith in your plan has to be strong. You won’t stick to the plan if you think it isn’t bulletproof, so you best believe it’s bulletproof. After you believe in yourself, then you might not be stress less, but you won’t feel like the whole world is on your shoulders, anymore.

The last thing is what I have always done, that is laugh, dangit! Why mope around when you can’t fix things? Why do we get depressed and let the darkness take over our rainbow? Being negative all the time is like jumping into a raging river. You know it will never end well, but yet you still jump, why? Stop jumping into the water, stop letting the pain get you down. When I get upset, I try to find a way to make a joke out of it, and it has worked. I know this isn’t the best advice, as some of you aren’t like me, I know, but just try it. Laughter is the best medicine to a broken heart. In my situation, I will make jokes because I know how stupid I was for doing what I did. Ariel and I make jokes all the time now when it comes to the situation. Laughter will change everything. When you laugh, it is like you are taking the sting and pain away from the antagonist, leaving them defenseless and weak. Learn how to keep a smile on your face, because no situation is big enough to take your smile away. Laugh, my peeps, laugh. It will help.

What I am saying is; stop letting depression win. Get up from the ground and live the best life that you can. Laugh when you are hurt, smile when you are broken, and learn to love. Find people that will pull you from the river and cover you with their safety. Learn to not stress over the small things and to make plans for anything that seems impossible, because God has your back. This isn’t a spiritual post, but these are the simple things I do to keep that beautiful smile on my face, at all times. I have been through the worse times, ever, but somehow, I have been able to find a way to stay positive. I want to give you four simple things you need to do anytime you’re down; Get up, Make a plan, Stop stressing the small things and for gosh sake, LAUGH! When you master those 4 things, you will be so much happier, and the small things will no longer have a hold on your heart! I LOVE YOU, GUYS! Thank you for the support and I hope to see you in the next post: How to get over him/her.

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Being anti-social is something that I deal with. I might have a blog that is doing okay, but that doesn’t dismiss the fact that I don’t like people. I don’t like to be in groups of people, nor do I like to be in big crowds of people. I’m uneasy to go into a public bathroom if I know it is packed. There is something about me that just doesn’t like to be around other humans. This has been an issue since I was a little kid, mostly after third grade, and has lasted up to now. Some think that it is hard to believe since I am also a blogger, which has me thinking; is the reason that I am failing, due to not being much of a peoples person?

Numbers are way down. Since I began this wonderful journey, I have noticed that I haven’t caught any type of current. It has always been a few views here and there. If we happen to catch a big current of fish, the water soon dries up, leaving me back with the tuna in a can. If I seem to get a fire going, the wind comes by and blows it out. I am unable to keep any fire going for long, which makes me think that I am a failing writer, one that should quit. The numbers are hard to cope with, but I know that I want to be a blogger. I have the passion to keep pushing forward, this is why I keep doing this. Most days, I wont even look at the stats. I know they aren’t pretty, but I keep telling myself to keep pushing on; hoping that one day this will all get better.

Today, I was with another manager. He was talking to me about customers and how we need to engage with them. This conversation got pushed into another direction, which ended up with us talking about convenient stores. He likes the personal interaction, where I like to get in, get my stuff, and exit through the self check-out. When asked why, I told him that I am very anti-social. With this being said, he told me that I couldn’t be anti-social if I have a blog. I stopped to think about that, because

I am very passionate when I write. I engage anyone who comments, and I try to reach out to all those who show interest; this all means that I am hiding behind this, as a social person or I am failing because I am not sociable enough. We could also say that I am actually social when it comes to this, yet hate people in person. Either way, I have to evaluate if I am failing because of this.

What if I am failing because of this? What if I am failing because I don’t like human interaction, is it something that I can fix? The Answer is yes. It is easy to get out of comfort zones if you love what you are doing. It might take some work, but it is definitely not hard to get out of this comfort. In order to get out, all i have to do is be more social able. This is something that I need to work on anyway, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

What he said really hit home. If I am wanting to be a manager or a blogger, I have to be more sociable with people. I cant live in a cocoon, forever, it doesn’t work like that. If you want to be successful in anything, then you have to open up to people and get them on your side. You have to show them the interest that you want back. You can  kiss any career goodbye if you don’t want to change that. I know what I need to work on; do you?  

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I wanted to do a remembrance post, tonight. Something told me to share something that has already been talked about, yet might have been passed up. I went back and tried to find the best post, which led me to this one. This was the day that I almost quit my job, but I ultimately decided to stay strong. This is a great thing, because since I was strong, now I get to step into the next big role; becoming a GM. I want to share this to tell you that you might hate where you are but to not give up. If you feel like you can’t do it anymore then that’s your choice, but don’t let someone else define your happiness!!! 


Remembering; 

I feel bad to announce that I am behind in my schedule today and since I haven’t had the time to write-up in my schedule, I will need to step back tonight and post something short. This blog will be about my day and why I didn’t have a good day!
My day started a little after 5 a.m. as any other day in the life of Blake. I had to open my store, which use to be so fun for me. Recently I have begun to hate each aspect of my job, opening being the second thing on that list with running the store being the first. Closing which use to be my least favorite, has become my most bearable thing to do at my job, though I still hate the job.
But something happened today that usually doesn’t, I enjoyed opening the store. I got to the store on time for the first time in a while, and got all of my work done twenty minutes later. But when my General Manager soon ruined that.
He got to work two hours after me, and instantly got on my nerves. See he has this personality that nothing is ever wrong in the world. This is not a problem though, the problem is that he has to be up in your face about it. If any of you know the true me, you know I hate people getting up in my face which he seems to do every time we work together. Today was no different.
He started off the day in my face about truck being early, which should of been a good thing but to him it wasn’t at all. He complained about it for a few minutes then griped as I put the truck away. Then came the fun part. His favorite employee came in. He tells this employee how amazing he is for doing nothing, where I do everything and don’t even get a pat-on-the-back. Today (as previously said) was no different.
He gloated about this man for two hours, until I sent the man back to do some dishes. He then got back into my face about something stupid, trying to get me to talk to him. I talked a little, but wanted to focus on my job. At this point you probably wonder why my day was actually bad. It doesn’t seem like anything that should have effected me that much, that’s because that something hadn’t happened until I was off.
My boss wanted to give me my bi-yearly review on my performance. He sat me down and in moments set my anger off. He ranked me a 2 out of a 4, which is not good. I have to disagree! I feel I work my ass off to get my job done, and still get no respect. At the beginning of this year, I worked 120 hours every two weeks for two months. Working so much nearly killed me. Then came the part of the review that nearly made me punch him. He told me that I sucked at customer service, which is funny because in the 2 1/2 years I have worked there, I have had some of the best reviews and never have had a complaint. So if that is suckish, then I would be pleased to be good one day. Today was a bad day for me. But it wont get me down, I will be tough and get over it. I will take each giant down at a time, proving to only my wife and myself that I am truly amazing!

Let it feel like the very first time.
It doesn’t feel like Christmas time; well other than the horrid ice on the ground. For the last few years Christmas hasn’t felt like Christmas! I don’t know if its from being at work, a lot or if it is just not as magical as it use to be, but I don’t like it! I don’t like not feeling warm and cozy with family. I go back to being a kid and I started to thing; what does Christmas really feel like? Well, what did it feel like that is!

I go back to my childhood and all I remember was I didn’t buy gifts. Well, I bought my parents gifts if they gave me the money, but I never had to stress about what the perfect gift was. They were my parents, they were forced to love anything I got them; it was in the handbook!!!!!! The main thing was that they didn’t care what they got. But I never had to worry about the perfect gift, so I guess that is what put me in a magical mood for Christmas. Stress does amazing things to the body, especially make you hate the things you use to love.

We get so worked up over the perfect gift, that we forget to look at the things that we love. For me, it is the magical feeling of Christmas. For others, it could be the joy of making sugar cookies. Either way, we will want to buy the best present ever so we stress over what people think of a certain gift, causing a big stress bubble, also taking you away from doing the things that makes Christmas, Christmas.

To make a change we will need to do one thing; forget about presents. Who cares about presents, anyway? What you get someone will only last for two years, then those items will be replaced with new items; so why care about what present you get? Instead, why not make memories that will last a lifetime? As a child, I wanted to make non-bake cookies with mommy and then go to bed early. Then I would wake up early and sit on her lap and open presents, but that wasn’t what was important. I loved the time that we got the night before while watching movies and making snacks. If I didn’t get a present; who cares? Christmas is about joy. Don’t allow buying presents take that joy away from you!!!! That isnt the point of Christmas! 

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My self doubt story.

When I was little, I was made fun of everyday. I wasn’t poor or anything, but everyone around me seem to make fun of me as I was. I remember a few times that I was broken because of these comments, so today (in an attempt to share awareness) I want to talk about one event that led to me being full of self doubt.

When I was about 7, my house burnt down. That day, I wanted to stay home but my mom told me that I wasn’t allowed to. I didn’t feel good,  but it wasn’t a stomach ache, it was more of a heart ache. I didn’t know what was going on, but my mother pushed me out the door. I was in art class, later that day and my hands started to shake for no reason. My friends were worried for me, but I told them that I was fine then went back to painting my picture. I remember that day all to clearly. I was at recess when a crowd of kids ran to the slide. I was such a follower, so I followed them and asked what was going on. They all pointed to the sky, where a cloud of smoke hovered over the town. The excitement was quickly put out and we went back to playing four-square. Later that hour, I was called into the principals office. I knew I wasn’t in trouble, but they still wanted to see me. When I walked through the doors, my mother was sitting there fully covered in ashes. Her face was a dark grey and she smelt like smoke. They had me sit down and told me that our house had burnt down. I didn’t fully understand what that meant, but I could tell it wasn’t good. I didn’t know what to do, but my mom pulled me close and hugged me. I pulled away and told her that she smelt like smoke. The room irrupted in a giggle. During a bathroom break that day, we were all standing in line. The kids were all talking about the smoke cloud, that is when I told them that it was my house that burnt down. They all laughed and began to mock me “You don’t even have a house” “Stop lying, you don’t have a house like you don’t have any friends.” The teacher came up to me in line, after talking to the principal and gave me a hug, followed by saying that she was very sorry about my house. The kids were in shock, as I was telling the truth, and surrounded me. They acted like the words said previously were never said, but deep down it was still killing me, because it was clear that it was all true.

They were probably right, I didn’t have any friends. No one liked me because I was different, because I didn’t have the money like everyone else. My family was just broken apart, my mother was trying to figure everything out. Then our house burnt down, I was literally all alone in the hardest days of my life, the only thing I had was my messed up life and the words that were said that day. Those small words have haunted me through my life and have caused me to think low about myself. I usually find myself mot saying how I feel, because I am scared of what people will say. I don’t want to be hurt like that day, again. That day also took away all my self confidence, which I still lack to this day especially when it comes to sharing any of my own work.

Bullying will ruin a life, even if the bullying isn’t severe. That is why its important to stand for those who can’t stand for themselves. If you see someone getting bullied, don’t walk the other way. No! Save them. Even if it is just telling the person to leave them alone, you don’t know what will save that persons life. I am not only talking about his/her actual life, I am also talking about how they feel about themselves for the rest of their lives. Don’t be a part of the problem, instead be the light into the dark world. Be different, you could help make someone great.

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It is late and I haven’t written yet.

Is there anyone out there? Are you listening or are you passing by? I need you to stop what you’re doing and help me. I can’t find my inspiration, anywhere and I am losing hope in finding it. I find it here and there, but it isn’t a strong inspiration, it is more like a spark. I am almost a burnt out candle, with no wick begging people to give me a little more fuel.

All you need to start a forest fire is a spark, so why can’t I set fire to this forest? Why are my sparks of inspiration not enough? Why don’t my sparks lead to something bigger? I will have a great idea, I will take advantage of that idea. This is usually when the fire begins to grow, but then the excitement of that certain project simmers down and I am left in the ashes. I don’t know how to keep the fire going. Should I be worried?
   
    Should I start to fear that I am a seasonal writer, or should I fear that I am not good enough? Being a seasonal writer is like a temp job, you are only needed during certain times. Though that is temp work, being a seasonal writer is when a writer only receives high stats once-in-a-while. Then we have to think “Am I good enough?” Are my post only getting recognized when I post a big project because my other stuff is lame? Are people coming to my blog then never returning because they didn’t enjoy the content, in that case, what can I possibly do?

I’m unsure of the answer, I don’t know what I am going to do.  This is why I come to you. I am a part of this group (Facebook) called “MK WritersBlock,” it is a very nice community of writers that don’t judge. They encourage each other to do amazing things, and they have been encouraging me to continue. This is working now, but I’m slowly getting more and more away from myself. I need a breakthrough.

Sorry this post was more depressing than others, but I’m so confused. I love you guys, thank you for helping me. I need you guys, now more than ever!

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I was watching a YouTuber (Mr. Mattyplays) that spends a lot of time on Fallout. Since fallout 4 is done releasing their Dlcs, Mr.Matty is officially done with this installment. Luckily, he still going to be posting content, though it wont be Fallout, he knows how to make his content amazing. He is one of the best YouTubers from his great material. While I was watching him, he said something that hit a nerve. He was talking about his future and what he was going to do now. As he stated his plan for the future, he told his audience what keeps his content top notch, even if it’s something different. This statement was “You never know what will go viral, so you have to make sure everything is 100%” I was left in shock as it hit home.
I post everyday, but I don’t put my full ability into every post. Some days are hard to get motivated as other days are busier. This usually ends with me posting something fast, just to get something up. The quality is strongly affected by my decisions and leaves me feeling very shameful. I don’t want to do that anymore, though. I want to take pride in my work, because Matty is right, you never know what is going to go viral. I never know who will stumble across my blog. Stephen King could stumble across my blog at anytime, just think if I posted crap for the last two days and he saw that. That would ruin my career and would leave me in more pain, than a woman in labor. This is why I am coming to any writer with a challenge. This challenge will push you to go farther than before.  Welcome to the #Hopingtogoviral challenge!
The #Hopingtogoviral challenge is just that. You are hoping to go Viral, which should motivate you to give your 100% in every post, even when you are busy. The way that you can do this is by doing three things. You have three options!

1. Don’t post- If you are too busy to write, then don’t post. This is the best way to avoid crap is to not write it. Your fans will understand and you will have time to work on the next post. Don’t over stress yourself, take the time you need!

2. Post shorter content- This is another option. I have found that people interact more when you post shorter post. This could be because they don’t like to read, or they could see better material. I know its hard to keep a spine going, especially when you are trying to write long post, this is why its important to keep some post short and sweet, that way you can focus on quality, also you give your readers something to quickly read at work!

3. Set time aside- Instead of playing video games  (as I do) why not just work? Writing is my second job, but sometimes I don’t act like it. Sometimes writing is just another chore. This can’t be so if I plan to ever go viral. I have to put writing first, which sadly includes Editing!!! Editing sucks, but it is crucial for the final product to be good. This is why you need to set time aside and work on your trait. The best way to go viral is to have material better than anyone else’s. Do you think you can do that without editing? NO! Set time aside, now!!!!

#Hopingtogoviral is going to help everyone get better. I know it might suck, but you will thank me later. I will be keeping you guys posted with my progress. Let me know how you are doing, I would really like to know! Email me @ Gregbjenkins23@gmail.com and tell me your story!!!!!!

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I am so original that I will post this original idea.
I have been watching a lot of YouTube, more than I really should be. There is this funny challenge going around, and all of the famous Youtubers have joined to do this challenge. The YouTuber “Nigahiga” came out with this challenge, as he was sick of all the diss tracks between other Youtubers. He formed this challenge to smooth over the heat, as now people were challenged to keep their hate for themselves. He then challenged a few of his friends to do so! I listened to some of the video and trust me, they were amazing! I especially loved ||SuperWomans||. This led me to think, I have a lot of friends, on Facebook, that have been dealing with life, and I thought that they could get their minds off their problems by doing this challenge. Now, the original idea was to rap, but since I can’t rap, I will simply write out my hatred for myself! I hope you enjoy. Also if you are reading this, you should do this challenge and tag me in it!

“Oh, look, you’re back at this, again. Don’t you know that no one cares, no one listens to your thoughts. You keep posting, hoping that one day you will get big, but you won’t. You have weak skills, you have lazy ideas, your grammar sucks, and you question yourself too much. You think you are great, but who confirms it? No one! That’s right, you keep begging for confirmation, you should just stop, pack up the bags and get out of town. You are not cut out to be a writer, heck you aren’t even cut out to finish this li…see you can’t even finish your thoughts. Is that why you keep going into a “Writers block”? Are you out of ideas? HAHA you are! I should have seen that coming, that’s why you always share previous work, hoping that you can come up with a good idea, but it never comes. You ran out of the magic years ago, that’s why no one stays around. Your dad is your own fan, how pathetic. He is the only one that comments on your blogs! If it weren’t for him, your blog would have less views than Hellen Keller. Wow, I just compared your blog to a great, when you don’t even deserve to be in the same category as dog poo. 

You should stop! You’re not an artist, should I rewind back to your music career? Even your own sister wouldn’t listen to your first album. She pushed that out of her car, saying she wasn’t in the mood. That’s how everyone feels, though. No one wants to be bothered by any of your work! I hope one day you will see this, and will learn that you suck. But you wont, you will keep fighting for views, using clickbait to get ahead of the game, only to get a flat tire. The grim reaper has come and you’re done. …Night, night. Oh wait, did I forget something? I did! I feel like you now….Lets go back to Facebook….Let’s talk about your 34 likes on the page. You have been helping others, yet they have more likes than you, how pathetic! You cry yourself to sleep, every night, hoping that you will wake up and have more of a following, then will get jealous when others are better than you. Keep being salty, because you will never be good enough…have a good career at McDonald’s…..bye….”

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This was simply for fun, I don’t feel this way at all. I actually love to see others grow. I hope you guys will join me, and share the love. I will love you forever if you give this a share!!!!

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I have been thinking about this story. I use to love writing episodes for this story, but I noticed that no one has been reading them. This segment has the worst stats for any of my past post…but I want to continue the story, that’s where you come in! I would love to finish this long story out, but I don’t think it will be on this website. As much as I would love to, the thought of posting this weekly is overbearing. I spend a few hours, to edit, on these post, which is a lot of work for something that goes unnoticed!
I am thinking about writing this into a novel, then release it as so, unless you guys want it to stay on this blog, then release it as a novel, later. This is where I need you guys, which would you like?

Btw, this was the last post, I wrote, for Night Crawler Journals. Give it a quick read! 🙂

Night Crawler Journals: Before the cold hours!

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It’s the middle of the afternoon, but no one is moving in the Gore household. The trip to the hills was today, which meant they had a drive ahead of them, so they decided to sleep in, well until the baby began to cry. The silence was gone, the relaxation was over, it was time to get up and get moving.

Aeron opens his eyes and looks into Taylors, he kisses her. She slides out of bed, and puts on her bathrobe, and exits the room. Aeron rubs his eyes, trying to remove any crusty eye burgers from the corners of his eyes. He gets up from the bed, walks over to his dress and grabs his pants. He sits down on the side of the bed, and puts them on. They were a little tighter than he remembered, not something he wanted to endure for twenty-one long and boring hours, as he made his way across the country to go skiing with his wife. He takes off the pants, and decides to go in the path of basketball shorts. At least he could feel the blood circulating through his legs. Taylor walks back into the room, holding their 1-year-old.

“Aw, she’s up.”

Aeron stands up and relieves Taylor of holding Amy, she kisses him, then goes into the bathroom. The sound of a warm shower lifts through the air, as Aeron laid back on the bed and turned on the T.V. He rubs her back, while he enjoys an episode of Sports center. His eyes grow heavy again, and he slowly falls back to sleep, cuddled up with his biggest pride and joy.
A time passed, Taylor walks out of the bathroom, her hair was freshly curled, Fingers were recently painted, make-up applied smoothly. She smiled as she saw that Aeron was cuddled with little Amy. She walks over to him, leans down and gives him a passionate kiss. He opens his eyes slightly and smiles at his gorgeous wife.

“You are beautiful, nothing ever changes!”

She smiles and extends her arms, requesting that he hands Amy over. He does and gets up. He gives her another kiss, and walks into the bathroom. It was his turn to shower before they left. He gave the shower a quick run around, scrubbed his hair, arms, and chest, and rinsed his long curly black hair. The curls fought the heavy water and won. He opens the curtain, and steps onto the fuzzy bathroom mat on the floor. He grabs the towel off the rack and dries off. After drying his tan skin, he takes the towel and rubbed the mirror, revealing his scruffy face. He needs to shave. He looks into the cabinet, but can’t find any shaving cream.

“Babe, do we have any shaving cream.” He yells.

“In the bottom drawer of the sink.” She replies.

Aeron opens the sinks drawer and saw the can of, a local store brand, shaving cream. Though he usually uses Gillett, he remembers that he used the last of that, Tuesday. He needed to grab some at the store, but he forgot; so now he had to use an unappealing foamy substance that helps the razor cut into his skin. With nothing else to do, he slaps the lavender onto his skin, and begins to pull the sharp blades across the existing hairs. It took two swipes to cause the first cut. He lets out a baby cry, but continues; soon enough he’s done, and he enters into the bedroom. Taylor begins to say something about the razor burns, but stops as Aeron points at her. She laughs, and throws his shirt at him.

After packing up the car, Aeron is checking the fluids in their car; he was adding oil when Taylor appears around the car. She looks upset as she holds her phone. He stops what he is doing.

“You okay?”

“We can’t go.”

Aeron shuts the hood, and looks at her.

“What do you mean?”

Taylor grabs her stomach and gives him the phone. There is a text message from his mother, saying that they weren’t able to watch Amy, this weekend, since they have to work. Aeron gives the phone back to her, and rubs his forehead.

“We already have tickets, though.” He scuffs.

“I know! What do you insist we do, bring her?”

“Why not?”

“Well, I guess we could bring my sister along; she can watch her, in the cabin?”

Aeron walks towards the car. “Why can’t she watch her, here?”

Taylor opens the car door, and grabs her purse.

“I wouldn’t want to be that far away, from Amy, if she was watching her. She is only 16, you know.”

Aeron agrees to the plan, and they get into the car. On the way out of town, Aeron stops by Chelsey’s house, and picks her up. After picking her up, Aeron gets onto the interstate, and begins to head to Montana.

“Okay, so I will drive for ten hours, then you drive?” Aeron ensures that the plan is solid.

“I think that will work, but if we need to stop, it shouldn’t put us out much.”

“I will see how we feel, I feel energized, so we will see.”

“Okay.”

Chelsey spends most of the car ride sleeping and texting, she has her headphones in, listening to the new jams that recently came out. Taylor spends most of the car ride looking through her social media feed, but stops to read through her Peoples magazine. She is also controlling the music, using their new IPod. Aeron keeps his eyes on the road, momentarily glancing back at Amy, smiling at the weird faces she makes during naps. They stop a few times to get gas and food, but refuse to waste any other time.

Half-way through, it is time for the couple to switch. They were in South Dakota, only a few hours out of Helena, Montana, and a hour from the slopes of the Great divide. The excitement is enough to keep them up for the remainder of the drive. Though they were going to their Cabin rental, in Helena; they were going to the slopes tomorrow, a lifelong dream of theirs.  It was now Taylors turn to drive, even though she hates driving, she can tell that Aeron is getting sick of the view of empty roads, and tired, so she switches him.

It doesn’t feel long for the crew, but in no time, they are on the outskirts of Montana. Ten hours ago, they were in another state, but the boredom is getting worse. In the last hour, all their phones died and the IPod is on its last leg, which is their G.P.S, at this point. Aeron suggests they turn on the radio for music. Aeron searches for a local station, but as he searches through the channels, a certain noise draws his attention, it is a warning sound, indicating there is bad weather coming. He leaves it on the station. The national weather team was informing, the entire state of, Montana that there is a storm coming, one that could produce heavy snow and strong cold winds. They suggest everyone stay indoors, and avoid using transportation, as it could cause major accidents.

“What should we do?” Taylor asks, sounding very unpleasant.

“We might not be in that area, just keep driving.”

“But what if we die?” Chelsey shouts.

The baby wakes up and begins to cry. Aeron looks back at Chelsey with anger. Chelsey grabs the little girl, and begins to rock her back and forth; she tries to get her to calm down, soon Amy was asleep. They are only a few minutes away, now.
Aeron looks out the window at the sky. The sky was turning a bright pink color. There seems to be a storm coming, but Aeron assumes it’s not as severe as they say it is. The thought of the storm scares him, but he has wanted to ski for a long time.

“Make a left here, the cabin is behind that building.” Aeron points to an old abandoned building, in front of a giant tree. Taylor makes the turn, and goes down a few blocks, makes a right turn, then another left, and pulls into the cabins drive-way. After switching the car into park, there is a loud sound. The noise sounds like thunder; Aeron jumps out of the car and looks up at the sky. The sky is now a strange green and pink color. As he looks up at the sky, the wind picks up and the snow starts to fall.  
  The flakes are heavy; it doesn’t take long for the inches to add up. They quickly grab their stuff from the car, and run into the cabin. When they get into the cabin, they see a group of people sitting next to a fire. They’re telling stories, while drinking hot cocoa. The leader of the cabin stands up and walks over to them.

“Sorry, we are closed, due to the weather. Can I help you?”

Aeron shakes his head.

“Mam, we have a reservation to stay….”

“Oh, my bad, what was the name?”

“Gore, Aeron and Taylor Gore.”

The woman walks over to her computer and types for a second, then looks up at them.

“Oh, yes. I am proud to see you, your room is ready.”

Aeron grabs the key reading 308 and walks up the flight of stairs. It doesn’t take long to find the room. Aeron turns the nob, and walks into the room. The room is very cozy and warm, and it comes with a great view of the mountains. Chelsey pushes past them and walks to the window. She looks out in amazement, adoring the snow flakes that are falling from the sky. Aeron and Taylor meet her at the window, they all look out into the wonderland, cherishing the present moment.

As they look out the window, a local siren sounds off throughout the city. The only time Aeron has heard a sound like this, is when they are having a tornado. He didn’t believe they could have a tornado during winter, though. He assumed it was just a weekly test; he assured everyone, they were testing it in case of an emergency, but he is wrong, the storm was about to get bad.

They begin to unpack their luggage, when there was a knock on their door. Aeron walks over to the door and turns the knob. He opens the door to see an employee standing there. Aeron attempts to greet him, but is interrupted by the young man.

“Please, come with me.”

Aeron laughs as he tries to push the guy away, but the guy wasn’t leaving. Aeron gets a bit irritated, as the guy repeats himself multiple times.

“Leave us alone! We are guests.” Aeron slams the door and begins to walk away.

There is another knock at the door, this time Taylor walks over to the door, and opens it. It is the kid, again. Aeron sees the kid is still there. He walks back over to him, grabs him by the shirt, and throws him against the wall.

“I told you to leave us alone, you son of a b….” A woman interrupts the fowl language with a cough. Aeron looks down the hall.
There is a group of security standing with an old lady.

“What is going on?” Aeron releases the man.

“We need you guys to come with us! Its no longer safe here.”

Taylor nudges Aeron, and walks down to the woman. Chelsey, while holding Amy, follows. Aeron looks at the guy, in the eyes, and says sorry; he gets up, and pulls the guy from the ground. They make their way down the stairs, and into the lobby;  there is already a group waiting. Aeron grabs a hold of Taylors hand, as he listens to the manager of the Cabin Inn.

“We have stay on the bottom floor, until this storm passes. I got a call saying that the wind will be very strong. This building is old, and I am not taking any chances.”

“Oh come on, the winds wont be that bad, wind can’t be that strong, right?” Aeron shouted.

“Actually yes, it can be. We already have a foot of snow…..”

As the manager begins to describe the present situation, there is a huge crashing noise, this is followed by the roof caving in. The tree from on top of the hill has falling from the great winds, and it has falling onto the building. The old beams of wood can’t withstand the giant tree and gives out, causing the tree to fall through the building. Most of the people retreated, and got out of the way, but as the dust settled, there were puddles of blood under the tree. One of the puddles, of blood, was of the manager. Aeron was on the ground, cuddling his wife in safety. He looks around, trying to find Chelsey. He gets up from the ground and runs to the tree, there was a pacifier that said “Amy” on it. Aeron’s heart sank deep into his chest, as he began to scream. Taylor runs over to him and sees the pacifier, she drops to her knees, and begins to cry. But then there is a sound; Chelsey is screaming for Taylor, She looks over to Chelsey, which is holding Amy in her hands. Aeron smiles, clearing his tears from his eyes.

Aeron grabs the pacifier, and walks over to Amy. The upper floor gives out, and hurls a heavy beam down to the bottom floor. The beam lands perfectly onto Chelsey, crushing every bone in her body, also taking young Amy away from the loving couple. Aeron watches in disbelief, then begins to cry out, loudly. Taylor is crying uncontrollably as she tries to lift the beam from her dead sister and child. The beam wont budge, though.

“Help!!!!!” She screams.

Aeron tries to pull her from the beam, but she pushes him away. His pre-existing anger gets to him, and he pushes her back. This is the first time he has ever hit a woman. Taylor lands on the beam, but she fires back, with a piece of wood, knocking Aeron out, cold.

When Aeron wakes up, Taylor is gone. She took the car and left. Aeron gets up from the ground, and looks around. There is blood on the ground, covered by a foot of snow; the tree was still in the center of the room, and the beam was still on top of his daughter. He lets out a fainted moan as he falls back to the ground.

“I think I know where we can go.” A male offers his hand out to Aeron.

Aeron looks up to the man; He was a tall fella, he had a long beard, scruffy hair, he had a lazy eye, rotted teeth in the front, he had a dip, of tobacco, in his mouth, which he spit onto Aeron’s shoe. He wore a long flannel jacket. It seemed this guy was a part of a local lumber mill, or something.

“What’s your name?” Aeron asks.

“My name is Leo, would you like to come the hell on?”  

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In 2013, we lost one of the best snacks, ever. Hostess had a company wide stike, where their workers refused to work. The company didn’t fall into the trap and decided to close their company doors. But Hostess’ snacks weren’t away for long, as they were bought by another company, which brought back the beautiful snacks to stores on July 15th, 2013. I can’t tell you how upset I was when they stopped selling zingers, my favorite snack from Hostest. So when they annouced that they were coming back, I spent hours, on the phone, trying to find these bars of calories. I wasn’t able to find the magical Zingers, but luckily Twinkies were back on the shelves. I grabbed three boxes and went home. Now, after three years, Hostess has brought us another amazing gift, and at the right time!
We had a fair start, in Springfield, which is still going on. Amazingly this treat hit the markets during this time. During the fair, I love to go grab a cheese-on-a-stick. There is also another treat I love, Deep fried Twinkies, the same item Hostess just released. Wal-mart had the treat, so after picking up my check, I ran over to the frozen section and grabbed a couple boxes. The deep-fried Twinkies come in the original vanilla and a rich chocolate. They cost $4.96/each, raising the question “was it worth it?” That question will now be answered. They recommend you to cook the Twinkies in the over, but I deep fried them.

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From the first look, the vanilla Twinkies look like regular Twinkies. The coloring is slightly faded, but that is from being Frozen. The chocolate ones, on the other had, were really crumbly, almost looking like they were smoothered in Oreo crumbs, but the sweet smell almost cancel out the negative look. Before cooking the Original Twinkies I tried the frozen one. I must say, they actually taste better than the store sold snacks! They cook really fast, only taking three minutes, when frying, and an eight minute cook time when cooking in the oven. While cooking, there is no distict smell, but that isnt a problem! I did enjoy watching them cook, which, if you are frying, you will need something to hold the twinkies down, because they float, making it a little annoying when trying to make them.

After they cook, you have to let them sit for 2 minutes. I was worried that this would cause the insides to get cold and allow the crème to harden, but surprisinly it didn’t. When I cut the Original Twinkie open, the crème oozed out. It looked amazing. The fluffiest was not harmed during the frying. If it was all graded by looks, this treat would be the best treat since Zingers! But looks aren’t everything. I was ready to take a leap of faith, and try these amazing treats. I slowly took a big bite of the Hot Twinkie. The insides were still very hot, which I didn’t expect, making it very crispy. My first thought was they taste like a funnel cake, they were fluffy and the crème tastes like a mixture between Powder Sugar and Crème cheese. The Twinkie would taste even better with milk, but I didn’t have any milk. In all honesty, the Twinkie tasted just like the snacks, just a little sweeter, but it left a strange after-taste in my mouth.

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The Chocolate Twinkies were a let down, sorry to tell you that! The only thing that was good was the sight of them. They looked crisp with a fluffy, vanilla inside. The crème was very runny, looking delicous, but the taste didn’t live up to the image! When I first swallowed it, I thought of Chocolate donuts. I usually like Chocolate donuts, but this time it was a nasty taste. The crème was very rich, almost too sweet. I know it started to hurt my teeth, right away. The Twinkies obsorbed the oil, making the inside really greasy. The after taste from the vanilla snack was the taste of the chocolate Twinkie. I wasn’t able to finish the chocolate snack, it was nasty…

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I made a few, in the oven, to share the results (since this was the recommended cook). This took longer to cook, almost a whole six minutes more. I had 14 fried before I had seven out of the oven. I let them sit out the two minute. After the two minutes, I pulled one apart. The sweet middle wasn’t melt like the fried Twinkie. After inspecting the outside, I took a huge bite. Since this was the recommended way, I thought it was going to explode with flavor and it did, just not a good flavor! I would rather eat ten Chocolate Twinkies, then one of the baked ones. The baked Twinkies were so nasty that I was only able to get one bite out, before I began to gag. The flavor was soiled with a strong sour taste, even the sweet center was horrible. It wasn’t sweet and didn’t even taste like a Twinkie. I am unsure what it tasted like, well other than earwax! Yeah, it taste like earwax!!!!!! I wasn’t able to eat another bite, so I left it as “I hate this crap!!!”

I started this with asking a question, the question was “were the Twinkies worth it?” The answer is “Yes, they are.” I would buy them again, but this time I would only fry them, also would only fry one-at-a-time, to avoid getting a toothache! I do recommend these snacks, but only if you like Twinkies or funnel cakes, also only if you are going to actually fry them. If you expect to get a good taste out of the oven, then you should probably go to another treat! For $5 I really felt I got my money worth, though. I loved the original ones!
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