Sunday, February 1, 2015

"Don't Eat the Flowers!"

It was a normal day at the farm. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Moe felt very good about himself. Six months had passed since his swim in the pond, and he had forgotten all about it. He looked around. An ewe next to him shifted and baed softly to herself. Most of the herd was napping, and the rest was slowly chewing the cud. Moe shifted restlessly. He was bored and napping just wasn't exciting enough. Getting up stiffly, Moe started wandering over to the farmhouse. The farmhouse was a pretty picture in the sunshine. It was red brick and had a beautiful flower garden surrounding it. Around the garden, there was a white picket fence. The tulips had just come into bloom and Mrs. Farmer was particularly fond of her tulips.

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Snorting to himself, he stared at the tulips. They were in all sorts of bright, tantalizing colors, just begging to be eaten. Moe thought, "I wonder what would happen if I ate the tulips? They look delicious, I bet nothing would happen if I ate them, except they would be a wonderful snack." So, lumbering through the fence, he went for the tulips. "Om, om, om," he chomped on the blooms. As he was just starting to enjoy the unique, strange, slightly bitter flavor, Mrs. Farmer came running out of the house. "Stop! you silly animal! My tulips!!!" She chased after Moe. "Ack!" he thought. "She is super scary. Oooooh, I feel ill..." As he thought this, he started to slow down and wobbled on his legs. the last thing he saw was Mr. Farmer running up and asking what Moe had eaten.

Slowly the haze lifted. "Bleh!" Moe said. The vet sighed in relief. Tulips are poisonous to sheep, and he and Mr. Farmer (not to mention Moe) were glad to see that he had survived. However, Moe never realized that it was the tulips had made him sick. He thought that is was Mrs. Farmer, and from that point on, he avoided her. She, meanwhile, strengthened the fence so that he nor any other sheep could break through it again.

Monday, August 4, 2014

The Fateful Swim

So here is my next story. I apologize that it has been over half a month since I last posted. I've been busy, and getting a picture was problematic. My mother, Theta was very sick, so was not able to draw anything for me. Since I like having at least one image, I delayed to post this. So sorry! I hopefully will be able to get back on track, but I will be starting school at the end of this month, so I will just try to do my best!

 Theta's Art
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"Chomp. chomp." Moe stood in his pasture with his flock eating grass, as usual. He was standing around, when suddenly, a thought occurred to him. Was this all to life? Just standing around and eating grass? Moe did not know what life should be about, but in that moment, he decided life is not about eating. He looked up and at his flock. "Group meeting!" he bellowed. Complying meekly, the flock milled around him. They all looked at him. "What?" "What?" they murmured quietly. "Fellow Flockians! This is not all to life! We need to go forth and have some fun! Maybe cliff diving? Any thoughts or ideas?" This caused some surprise and discontent among the flock; it particularly did not sit well with the elders. "Why should we do anything?" one old ewe asked. "We have been doing this stuff for generations, there is no need to stop." Nodding with agreement, the flock turned to go back to eating. "No! Wait! This is wrong! We should go out and learn an instrument! Or go out beyond the fence and explore!" "Moe, we have hooves." explained his best friend Spring. "There is no way we could learn an instrument. And exploring! I have never heard of such a thing! We could get eaten by wolves! No, I am not going to join you." Desolated, Moe turned away. "Humph. I'll show them. I will go do something fun, then they will all be jealous!" He thought to himself. So off he went.

Near the farmhouse, there was a swimming pool. "Yes!" he thought, "the farmer kids have fun here, I can too!" He jumped into the pool. Splash! Waves cascaded out of the pool. "Blub, blub." Moe could not figure out how to swim, and started to drown. He panicked, then he heard the farmer say, "Darn things. What are they doing now. Humph, he's getting himself killed." The farmer then got into the pool and pushed Moe towards the shallow end. Then he lifted him out of the pool. Moe rested at the side a moment, then shook himself and lumbered off. "Well, that was a very stupid idea. I almost died!" he moaned to himself. He went back to the field sopping wet. "Hmph!" the old ewe sniffed. "I told you so." Moe didn't even reply. He went to lay in the sun and get dry. "Well, Moe. I hope you don't do anymore crazy things. None of us would be happy if you did accidentally kill yourself." Spring comforted him. "Ugggggg, I feel terrible." Moe replied. "I don't think I will do that again." And you know what? He may have done other stupid things, but he never tried to go swimming again.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Redding, USA (July 2014)

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Yay! I have made it to my final destination! Once I got off the plane, my grandmother was right there and, yay, etc. We went to the help desk and asked about my luggage, and the very nice guy helped us out and said they would be on the look out, and we should get it eventually. So it was with some great relief we go in the car to go home. However, because I had no clothes we had to stop on the way to get some. We did that, and made it back. A few days later my luggage arrived, and that was that!!!

I hope you enjoyed the tale of my trip, hopefully it wasn't too dry. Please leave a comment about what you think, and next week I will be back with a new story!

Friday, July 11, 2014

San Francisco, USA (Airport; July 5, 2014)

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Welp, I made it to the San Francisco airport, and have been there for some time. Obviously, I missed my flight to Redding. To make it worse, all the flights to Redding for the 5th (late this day) were full, so I had the option to fly standby. So, I called the parents to ask them about it, and they said that was a very bad idea. With more tears we finally got it worked out and I was going to fly to Chico on the 5th. I am going to fly to Chico at 11:30AM. Once I get there I will need to make a claim for my luggage so I get it back. Hopefully it will not be an issue, but as of my trip right now, it will be. :| At least then, I will be with my grandma! :D It was super chilly in this airport, I'm so glad I had my brother's jacket. It is super comfortable!!! Although, I really smell funny. You don't wear the same clothes for day without picking up some scents! For breakfast (around 5AM) I had the most delicious brie and pastrami sandwich from an Italian pastry shop in the South food court in the airport. The internet here is free, and fast! The only drawback is that you have to reconnect every 2 hours. Anyway, during the wait until 9, when I could head towards my gate, I just finished season 8 of The Office, it was okay I guess. other than that, it was really boring. I did not sleep because I thought that would be weird. :) Getting through the security to the gate was super easy and efficient. Finding the gate was just as easy. So, I sat at the gate, read a book (one by Mercedes Lackey). The plane arrived and left on time without any problems. The plane a a tiny prop plane, and I love those. They are really comfortable. We took off into the air and whoosh! We were off!

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Toronto, Canada (Airport; July 4, 2014)

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Oh Boy, I made it to the Toronto airport. Apparently, even though this is Canada, not the US, you go through US customs in Canada. So, I only had an hour and thirty minutes until my plane left Toronto for San Francisco and I had to go through customs. Arriving, I had the super unpleasant surprise of the strangest customs I have ever seen. You were supposed to scan your boarding pass at a station, then wait for your name to appear on the board. First of all, I had to go to a separate counter instead of just scanning my pass. It appeared that my luggage had not come off the airplane yet, but the lady told me not to worry and just wait until my name came up on the board. Then, I waited a very long time, and my plane had started to board, I asked a lady what I was supposed to do, as I didn't want to miss my plane. She took me to a baggage something-or-other, and it turned out my bags were missing, which is why my name had not come on the board. So that was just great. My bags were missing, and I was in danger of missing my flight. I got rushed to the front of the customs line, and actually going through customs was easy and did not take up any time. So, I thought I would be fine. But, noooo. There was a security line afterwards. A SECURITY line!!! Why on earth would there be a security line right after customs?? We just came off a stupid airplane. My only thought is that some people had not gone through a security line yet. So, anyway, the line there was huge, and even if your plane left in less than fifteen minutes you couldn't go through quickly. Which, honestly, fair enough. Then, as it turned out, I was chosen for the extra security check. Which was just great. At this point I resigned myself to missing my flight. But, not having missing one before, I did not want that to happen. So I got all patted down and got all my bags checked, etc. Then I rushed to the gate, not even tying my shoes. But it was to no avail. I missed the plane by 2 minutes. It was still in the spot, but the boarding thingy had ben taken off, so there was no way to get one the plane. I started to cry at this point, it was just too much. But the lady and guy were super nice. They told me that there was another flight to San Francisco 2 hours later, and they could book me on that flight. So they did, but it turned out the Redding flight left the same time as my flight arrived and that one was the last one out. The next one was at 12 the next day. However, they could not take care of that for me, they could do it once I reached San Francisco. So I went to that gate, called my parents, and promptly burst into tears. :| In my defense, the amount of sleep I had gotten was minuscule over the past 30 hours. So after I let everyone know what happened, I was able to wait for the plane. We left the airport right on time, so I settled in for the flight, and hoped everything would work out just fine.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Istanbul, Turkey (Airport; July 4, 2014)

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As right now, nothing too exciting had happened on my trip. I had gotten very little sleep, having left for the Dammam Airport at 10:30 PM. Too early to sleep beforehand, too late to not to be tired. I think I got around an hour's sleep throughout the flight (It was 4 hours). Awesomely enough, there wasn't anyone in the middle seat. Just the guy on the aisle and me at the window! Other than that the plane was pretty full. They fed us at 3 AM (our flight had left at 1:55 AM) due to Ramadan. That time was really too early to eat breakfast, but I was surprisingly hungry. Once I got off the airplane, it was super confusing. There were crowds of people, and no distinctive way to go. I did not have my boarding pass, and no one told me where to obtain it. So, greatly confused, I did the thing that any reasonable person would do. When in doubt, join the big line. Even if you don't know where it goes. It turned out that it was the security line (why would you need to go through a security line right off the plane, I have no idea. You just got through a security line!!!!) and in order to go through security you needed your boarding pass. So I asked a security advisor guy (as he seemed to know what was up) what to do, and as it turned out, I had to leave that line and go the Air Canada desk. So I thanked him and left the line. The thing about that desk is that it was not obvious that it was Air Canada. It was in combination with multiple airlines, and it looked like it was part of Turkish Airlines. You had to look a the tiny sign that had all the airlines on it. Anyway, after I go into the correct line (it was super short) I got to the airline desk. Getting the pass was no issue, and I was soon on my way back to the security line. When I got back in it is was shorter, and without any more ado, I got through security. Then I bought some turkish delight, (YUM!! Completely recommend buying some if you are passing through Turkey; nobody makes it like the Turkish!) and got some food. Once I settled down at the food court, I tried the internet. As it turned out, the internet is not free in the Istanbul airport, so just a heads up. I was a little astonished, as I thought it would be free, but no biggie. :D It was no trouble for me to enter the gate, but apparently, if you are not Canadian or American, and have a passport other than those two, they really put you through the twenty questions. I was a little shocked, because I thought you usually got questioned like that at customs, and not to enter the Air Canada gate in the Istanbul airport, who knew? I waited at the gate, got on the plane, and settled in for the longest leg of my journey, 11 hours. I was super ecstatic, because like the last flight, there was no one in the middle seat! I had no idea that I going to have any trouble, because as of that moment, everything had gone very smoothly. 

Flying is Fun (Not)

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As a few of you may know, I have recently moved from Saudi Arabia to California. The trip I had to make was not one of fun and joy. I had to make several flights through a couple of different countries. Because it was a very exciting trip, I thought I would share it with you guys. So, over the next 3 or 4 days I will have a "mini-series" documenting my trip. I hope you enjoy it, and maybe learn something too! :D