Here’s a sweeps to Las Vegas, for six, for two nights in the Cribs Suite of The Palms Casino Resort, dinner at Little Buddha, nightclubbing, plus a $5,000 gift certificate to Armani Exchange. I’m not sure this one would be appropriate for Isaac. (Grin.) The folks at Armani Exchange are calling this a Rockstyle (yes, one word) Sweepstakes.
To enter, click HERE. The deadline is New Year’s Eve.
Here’s a tall tale Isaac wrote for Language Arts this month. He’s ten. Ah, the world through the eyes of a fifth-grader. I did not know he'd even heard of the Ramones!
A TALL TALE
It was terrible times back then. No technology! Yes, normal, every day teenagers would have lasted ten minutes in that world. But these were hardly normal teenagers back then. There were old-fashioned teenagers. Although they weren’t fully domesticated into today’s teenagers, they still had some of their traits, like hormones, eating a lot and especially music. Big old black records were the hit back then. (Elvis, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Ramones.) Yes! Those bands were the hit back then.
Now I’m going to tell you a story how about four of these music-loving, old-fashioned and supremo teenagers came to find the iPod.
Their names were Cool, Dude, Radical and Wicked Awesome. Now these boys were obsessed with rock and roll. When their papas turned on the record player, and put on some blues, why dem boys went wild. They started hollering, “What in name God do you think you’re doing?” Well shoot, lemme tell you something. Those boys changed that record to some rock and roll so fast you couldn’t say, “Elvis."
Every one of dem boys’ rooms was filled top to bottom with records. Their parents were always pestering them, saying, “Sonny, if you don’t clean dem records, I will burn ‘em!” Now even though they knew this wasn’t true, it got annoying. Now these boys weren’t just listeners, they were talkers, too. So they always be complaining to each other about how much their parents told em about the space their records took up. So they decided to see the king of rock and roll, Elvis Presley alright and he knew it! He dressed like a king, ate like a king and of course sang like a king.
About two hours after school, they went to Elvis’ house. So when Cool, Dude, Radical and Wicked Awesome enter the room, there sat Elvis strumming on his guitar, muttering the song, “You Aint’s Nothing But a Hound Dog.” His room was surrounded by millions of records, all his own, more than the boys’ combined.
He stopped singing and said, “What can I do for you boys?”
Well Wicked Awesome, being the most talkative, answered first. “Well sir, you see, we’d like something that plays music and doesn’t take up a lot of space.” At this, Elvis went wild, he started whoopin’ and hollerin’ “Yes! Hip! Ooh! Ooh! Thank you, boys! Thank you! I’ve been savin’ something for you but the other bands made me sign a contract saying not to give if ‘til somebody asked.”
“Well, what is it?” Dude asked.
“It’s called an iPod!” he said.
He gave them each one a little rectangle thing.
“It’ll get a lot more high tech in the 21st century.
“Well boys,” Elvis said, since you’ve finally let me get rid of this thing, and I’m in a good mood because my last record was a hit, I’ve decided to have your names go down in history.”
“How?” asked Radical.
“Well,” replied Elvis, “It’s sorta like teenagers say right then and there without meaning to.”
“You can do that?” asked Cool.
“Yeah,” he replied, being the favorite of all teenagers, especially the girls. "I can do a lot of things.”
“The boys looked at each other and said together, “Dude, that is so radically wickedly, awesomely cool!”
“See,” said Elvis, “I told you.
And that, my friends, is how the iPod came to live upon us.