For a Routine

1. It makes getting up in the morning somewhat easier, if not enjoyable.
2. You'll know what you're doing at five o'clock.
3. If friends ask what you're doing next Tuesday night, you'll know what to tell them.
4. You'll be able to get work done, even if you don't really feel like it.
5. You'll know how much time you need to make dinner.
6. It'll help you push through your boredom.
7. If you're tired, you'll be better able to run on autopilot than id you didn't have a routine.
8. If there's an emergency, you'll already have a plan of action.
9. It could help kids learn how to prepare for their day.
10. It'll help you to not be late to wherever you need to go to next.

A Proper Name

The very picky parrot refused to speak. His family was known for their wise words, and each one took their name from the first word they spoke.
He wanted a great name. Something majestic, powerful, that perfectly described him.
He would not get stuck with a name like Oopsla, as his sister had. Nor would he settle for something like his Uncle Spectaculore's name, though it was closer to what he desired.
The parrot knew his silence unnerved many of their flock, for all the others from his hatch-year had already spoken and received their names.
Many had taken to calling him Voiceless, which he would not accept as a his name.
For he had a voice, though he had never tried to use it. The first word was too important a thing to just thoughtlessly toss out into the world.
He had to get it right, for there was only one chance.
At that night's roosting, he settled in beside his family on their branch of the great tree, and settled his chosen word into his throat.
This was the moment.
He opened his beak.
But nothing came out.
Closing it, he took a deeper breath, then opened his beak again.
Nothing but air, whooshing silently into the night.
Again and again the parrot tried to get his chosen word to come out. But it seemed to be lodged in his throat, blocking off even those chirps and clacks that gave many foolish birds their names.
By now, his family had noticed something off about his behavior, and were watching him.
Somewhat frantic now, the parrot gave up on his chosen word, and tried another, lesser choice instead.
But it too refused to be voiced.
Fine then, he would try another.
And another.
And a hundred more after that.
All night, the parrot tried to speak out a word, any word.
But when the dawn came, it's harsh light only illuminated his failure.
"Huh," a parrot with the unimaginative name of Buggy chirped, "guess he really is Voiceless after all."
No, the parrot shook his head even as the protest failed to leave his throat. He couldn't be. What about all of his plans? They depended on him amazing all with his great name, with the silken words he'd carefully compiled becoming his stepping stones to leading the flock.
But none of that would be possible without a proper name.
And a proper name could never come to a parrot called Voiceless.
Rising from the branch as quickly as his wings would allow the Nameless (not Voiceless, never that) parrot flew away, determined not to return until he'd found his voice.
No matter how long that took.

Hand Pie Fillings

1. Strawberry.
2. Blueberry.
3. Huckleberry.
4. Lemon.
5. Chocolate.
6. Raspberry.
7. Apple.
8. Pear.
9. Peach.
10. Cherry.

Sometimes

Sometimes you need a break from how stressful life can be.
Sometimes you need a reminder of all the beauty you could see.
Sometimes a sunrise makes you feel complete.
Sometimes a heart is soothed by eating something sweet.
Sometimes you feel alone while standing in a crowd.
Sometimes the silence echoes with memories of how you made your family proud.
Sometimes life never goes our way.
Sometimes we find just what we need in today.

Foods Made from Dough

1. Hamburger buns.
2. Cinnamon rolls.
3. Chocolate chip cookies.
4. Dumplings.
5. Garlic bread.
6. Huckleberry hand pies.
7. Biscuits.
8. Spaghetti noodles.
9. Pizza crust.
10. Funnel cake.

Water

Water flows beneath the bridge, like memories slipping from the mind. Each ripple a distorted thought, wrinkled through the effects of time.
When the water reaches a fork, which path is followed cannot be changed. Will it lead to the narrowing trickle of dried up dreams? Or will the ever widening opportunities eventually lead to an endless ocean of wonder?
The water flows without care, seeking new pathways should one become blocked. Sometimes the water is gathered and stilled, sometimes it bursts free from confinement. No matter it's current position, the water always seeks for a way to continue moving.
Water will changed forms, from liquid, to solid, to gas. But at it's core, it is still water.  Though their form may change, some dreams, like water, maintain their core. Like water, they continue to flow despite each obstacle. And like water, they refresh and nourish those who partake in them.
Water is vital to life, and so too can be the simple act of having a dream.

Types of Cheesecake

1. New York.
2. Huckleberry.
3. Lemon.
4. White chocolate.
5. Peanut butter.
6. Raspberry.
7. Turtle.
8. Strawberry.
9. Mint.
10. Orange.