Well I have been contemplating in my mind on what truely makes a good housewife/soccer mom. I mean not that I'm either or plan to be either any time soon, but there seems to be such conflict with both and so many standards. I mean do all housewives/soccer moms really have to be all perfect and alike? I think not. Everyone lives a different life and people seem to judge more sourly than positively on moms and wives these days. For example I love kate gosselin from john and kate plus eight. But it seems I am the only one because everybody else in the world thinks she is not a good mom just because she works and is not with her children every second. And this whole image of the wife/soccer mom staying home all day with the children and having dinner ready for her perfect husband every night? Give me a break what happen to women having careers? Maybe more men should stay home. And then there's the whole thing that men are the head of the household. When really even though the image doesn't seem politacally correct these days, women most likely should and are the head of the household.
Now on the subject of kate gosselin, I mean she is a wonderful mother in my opinion and was a wonderful wife before the divorce of her husband john. I mean yeah she was a little snappy with eight kids but wouldn't you be too? I know I would be. And because of that snappiness everyone has blamed her for everything. When really if they'd stop being judgemental and actually see that she's a great mom and is always spending time with her kids. People need to cut the crap and stop judging. These so called perfect wives/soccer moms should probably stop judging so much and following the tabloids and spend time with there own stinken families!
And I'm pretty sure that women are just as powerful as men now. I mean wasn't there a womens revolution. Aren't women aloud to vote and work alongside men now? Yes they are so why are they expected to stay home all day and play little miss perfect wife/soccer mom. I mean women can be just as good if not better at any job that a man can do. And should be able to persue a career that theywant to. Maybe the almighty dads should stay home and let the wives/soccer moms have a go at doing what they want to with a career.
And on the subject of all men are head of the household. Thats bull, pardon my almost french. Men would not be able to hold up the household if there wasn't women. Like going back to kate gosselin, I'd like to see her ex husband work a full time job and take care of all eight kids and keep up the housework, and help with homework, and give baths every night. No I really don't see that happening at all. It's a joke really I think women should stop letting men think they are head of household because they really are not.
Writing this essay I don't want you to think I'm sexist or anything. Because I'm not for sure. And it's true that in some cases men can be head of household, but thats only because there married to a pea brain woman. But really women should not be judged and try to be formed into the perfect house wife/soccer mom. I mean everybodys different and everybody lives a different life and people should realize that.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
process essay
I begin with entering my liven room with such dismal boring white walls. I look around at the boring walls I will be soon starting the process of painting. There will be lots of things to do such as moving all the furniture out of the room, putting newspapers down on the floor to prevent paint on my tiles, and lastly painting the walls a bright beachy yellow. Now this procedure is going to be a long tiring and in my opinion boring. But I am also anxious to see if i find any lost treasures clearing out the furniture, you never know with my house!
Now moving all the furniture out of my liven room is quite the process I must say. Especially when you have no help trying to move a full couch out that of course will not fit through the door straight. It has to be tipped up on its side which is very dangerous because I can be quite the clutz. And sure enough I drop the couch on my toes and scream like a little baby. Now the rest of this part of the procedure goes smoothly with everything else being light and going through the door easily.
Now the next step in this process is to lay down all the old news papers I have been collecting for months for this occasion alone. They go down easily as you can imagine this is quite the easy process. But when my puppy and cat discover what they decide to be there new playground and go tearing around the newspapers while I'm in the other room it turns out to not be an easy process. All of the news papers that I had just layed out are now turn and strewn everywhere. While the puppy and cat just look at me like, "what did we do?" And, "oh you didn't lay this down for us to tear up?" Well needless to say I can not bring myself to spank them as much as I would like to and I just put them in my room and shut the door.
And now for the gruiling painting job. This is what I have been not looking foward to for months. With all the stupid trim work and painting around my stupid fire place and laying a new border down on the the top of the walls. Well it's a mess. I end up dumping bright yellow beachy paint all down the front of me and it soaks through the news papers on to my floor. It was such a mess and actually ended up taking me two days to complete. For I realized I did not have the patients to complete it all. But eventually about a 100 paint spills and splatters later I did complete this long process.
Now I did not find any lost treasures when I was moving the furniture out. Well unless you count the 4 dust bunnys which I named, frank, joe, lisa, and linda, there really wasn't anything exciting found. And laying papers down was not nearly as easy as I thought. And the painting not as quick as I hoped. But hey its done and I feel accomplished. Oh wait now it't time to paint the lousy kitchen.
Now moving all the furniture out of my liven room is quite the process I must say. Especially when you have no help trying to move a full couch out that of course will not fit through the door straight. It has to be tipped up on its side which is very dangerous because I can be quite the clutz. And sure enough I drop the couch on my toes and scream like a little baby. Now the rest of this part of the procedure goes smoothly with everything else being light and going through the door easily.
Now the next step in this process is to lay down all the old news papers I have been collecting for months for this occasion alone. They go down easily as you can imagine this is quite the easy process. But when my puppy and cat discover what they decide to be there new playground and go tearing around the newspapers while I'm in the other room it turns out to not be an easy process. All of the news papers that I had just layed out are now turn and strewn everywhere. While the puppy and cat just look at me like, "what did we do?" And, "oh you didn't lay this down for us to tear up?" Well needless to say I can not bring myself to spank them as much as I would like to and I just put them in my room and shut the door.
And now for the gruiling painting job. This is what I have been not looking foward to for months. With all the stupid trim work and painting around my stupid fire place and laying a new border down on the the top of the walls. Well it's a mess. I end up dumping bright yellow beachy paint all down the front of me and it soaks through the news papers on to my floor. It was such a mess and actually ended up taking me two days to complete. For I realized I did not have the patients to complete it all. But eventually about a 100 paint spills and splatters later I did complete this long process.
Now I did not find any lost treasures when I was moving the furniture out. Well unless you count the 4 dust bunnys which I named, frank, joe, lisa, and linda, there really wasn't anything exciting found. And laying papers down was not nearly as easy as I thought. And the painting not as quick as I hoped. But hey its done and I feel accomplished. Oh wait now it't time to paint the lousy kitchen.
Friday, March 19, 2010
I search "what"
Now going into this topic to try to find some answers I must explain what I already know about my topic and questions. I do know there are some wild mustang rescue groups. But I do not know what those groups are trying to do to stop it or even if they are. I don't know if there are any educational groups out there trying to spread the word on whats really going on with the whole wild mustang industry you could call it. I suspect there are horses still being rounded up for slaughter even if it is illegal, I'm sure it's being done illegally. I suspect this because three years ago I was at the trenton, maine zoo, which is now called the Kisma Preserve for a feeding time for the tigers. I inquired to them of what they were feeding and they told me some of the meat was horse meat. I was horrified and immieadialty left the zoo and never went back. If it is legal I plan to do everything I can to help stop this terrible thing.
contrast essay:)
When it comes to being different and the same my dog, the shih tzu, Bella, and my american short haired cat, Pooky are very much that indeed. We all know how dogs and cats are both quite loving, but also very much different in every way. Cats are a lot more unintelligant than dogs can be although it seems to be the opposite as I try to train my shih tzu puppy. And dogs have more uses of themselves than your average cat does. Although I have seen some wierd things that cats can do better then dogs, like open doors for instance.
Now my dog, Bella, can be the most cute and loving little girl ever. Always wanting to be on my lap or be the center of attention and focus. She loves to be on my lap and would stay there if forever if I didn't have to get up. For which then she is at my heals and sometimes under them being stepped on. Which mind you is of course an accident. Its hard to keep track of a four pound hairball all the time. Now my cat Pooky on the other hand can be quite moody and un lovey so to say. It's as if she thinks I should follow her around and she owns me. And if I'm lucky I'll get to pick her up, if she's in the mood that is. And of course if I were to call her she would not come running to me like my little puppy Bella would.
Now when it comes to learning tricks Bella has potential but is still very young you see. But she is already showing more intellegence than my cat, or is she? I mean Bella already know's how to sit and what the word treat means. But Pooky knows how to get what she wants no matter what that is via getting on me in the middle of the night and meowing till I let her out the window. But Bella listens to me and follows me around so that would make her smarter in a sense I suppose. But also like I said Pooky the cat can open any door she wants to in the house. I can't see Bella learning something like that on her own.
When it comes to being more useful I must say Bella is. When I'm upset and crying about something Bella will gladly let me hold her and cry on her. Where Pooky would just give me a dirty look, swish her tail, and walk the other way. And Bella is like a built in 24/7 best friend. She goes everywhere with me, even work, and keeps me company. Also I have high blood pressure and it's a proven fact that holding, petting, or talking to animals can lower your blood pressure. Now all three of those things are a lot easier to do with Bella then pooky.
Now I must say some days it feels like I love one animal over the other. But to be honest I couldn't live without either one of them. There my only babies and they each have there own personality. But serve the same purpose to me and are alike in many ways. Both of them love me im sure even though one doesn't like to show it as much. They are very much alike and very much different.
Now my dog, Bella, can be the most cute and loving little girl ever. Always wanting to be on my lap or be the center of attention and focus. She loves to be on my lap and would stay there if forever if I didn't have to get up. For which then she is at my heals and sometimes under them being stepped on. Which mind you is of course an accident. Its hard to keep track of a four pound hairball all the time. Now my cat Pooky on the other hand can be quite moody and un lovey so to say. It's as if she thinks I should follow her around and she owns me. And if I'm lucky I'll get to pick her up, if she's in the mood that is. And of course if I were to call her she would not come running to me like my little puppy Bella would.
Now when it comes to learning tricks Bella has potential but is still very young you see. But she is already showing more intellegence than my cat, or is she? I mean Bella already know's how to sit and what the word treat means. But Pooky knows how to get what she wants no matter what that is via getting on me in the middle of the night and meowing till I let her out the window. But Bella listens to me and follows me around so that would make her smarter in a sense I suppose. But also like I said Pooky the cat can open any door she wants to in the house. I can't see Bella learning something like that on her own.
When it comes to being more useful I must say Bella is. When I'm upset and crying about something Bella will gladly let me hold her and cry on her. Where Pooky would just give me a dirty look, swish her tail, and walk the other way. And Bella is like a built in 24/7 best friend. She goes everywhere with me, even work, and keeps me company. Also I have high blood pressure and it's a proven fact that holding, petting, or talking to animals can lower your blood pressure. Now all three of those things are a lot easier to do with Bella then pooky.
Now I must say some days it feels like I love one animal over the other. But to be honest I couldn't live without either one of them. There my only babies and they each have there own personality. But serve the same purpose to me and are alike in many ways. Both of them love me im sure even though one doesn't like to show it as much. They are very much alike and very much different.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
essay 2 re write :)
So as I was purchasing a box of cheezits at my towns gas station which happens to be about two feet from my house I wondered if I was making the right decision. Though I really did need the snack was it necessary for me to being paying this outrageous price for a box of cheeszits. Should I have gone to the grocery store or even better on prices the supermarket?
Now going to the gas station isn’t that ritzy either. There’s usually the group of creepy drunks I see or the teenagers with there adult buying them beer of course. Or when you have to use there wonderfully clean bathrooms. Although that wonderfully clean is quite an excageration as we all know gas station bathrooms are gross. But it’s just simply impossible to resist going in and getting out of the store quickly even though you are mostly likely going to pay 5 times the amount you would be any where else.
Now of course the logical conclusion would be to go to the local grocery store to spend as little money as possible but I truely do not enjoy walking a hundred miles to get a box of cheez its. And grocery store checkout lines are always under staffed in my opinion and I end up waiting a hundred years just to check out my few items. I don’t understand why they have speedy checkout lanes because most likely there not speedy. And when you do find a line there’s usually not a bagger there to bag your items so you have to wait for the cashier to ring you up check you out and then liesurly bag your items. Yes it’s convienet for the price and not as large as a supermarket it’s still not my personal first choice.
A third conclusion would be to go to the large supermarket. I would surely save money there versus the gas station and grocery store. But do I really want to run a 5k race just to get a box of cheezits. I mean they couldn’t make those stores any bigger or they’d become there own state. And the parking is always horrendous. Usually you will have to park a mile away so by the time you do get in the store you’re already winded beyond reason. Then there’s the crowd inside you have to fight through. All those soccer moms being pushy and shovey trying to get the best deals makes me want to pull my hair out. And best of all one you do find that isle you were looking for of course in the back of the store you realize they don’t even have the box of cheez its you came for. The whole thing is a sticky mess but truly does save you the most money.
So in conclusion I have told myself that I must go to the local grocery store for a compromise to myself. Not paying a lot, or walking a lot. No more spending a ton of money when I don’t even have a ton of money really. I think that grocery stores can be good if I just go in and out and dogde all the stupid distractions. So no more paying a ton of money for a boxc of cheez its for this lazy old girl!
Now going to the gas station isn’t that ritzy either. There’s usually the group of creepy drunks I see or the teenagers with there adult buying them beer of course. Or when you have to use there wonderfully clean bathrooms. Although that wonderfully clean is quite an excageration as we all know gas station bathrooms are gross. But it’s just simply impossible to resist going in and getting out of the store quickly even though you are mostly likely going to pay 5 times the amount you would be any where else.
Now of course the logical conclusion would be to go to the local grocery store to spend as little money as possible but I truely do not enjoy walking a hundred miles to get a box of cheez its. And grocery store checkout lines are always under staffed in my opinion and I end up waiting a hundred years just to check out my few items. I don’t understand why they have speedy checkout lanes because most likely there not speedy. And when you do find a line there’s usually not a bagger there to bag your items so you have to wait for the cashier to ring you up check you out and then liesurly bag your items. Yes it’s convienet for the price and not as large as a supermarket it’s still not my personal first choice.
A third conclusion would be to go to the large supermarket. I would surely save money there versus the gas station and grocery store. But do I really want to run a 5k race just to get a box of cheezits. I mean they couldn’t make those stores any bigger or they’d become there own state. And the parking is always horrendous. Usually you will have to park a mile away so by the time you do get in the store you’re already winded beyond reason. Then there’s the crowd inside you have to fight through. All those soccer moms being pushy and shovey trying to get the best deals makes me want to pull my hair out. And best of all one you do find that isle you were looking for of course in the back of the store you realize they don’t even have the box of cheez its you came for. The whole thing is a sticky mess but truly does save you the most money.
So in conclusion I have told myself that I must go to the local grocery store for a compromise to myself. Not paying a lot, or walking a lot. No more spending a ton of money when I don’t even have a ton of money really. I think that grocery stores can be good if I just go in and out and dogde all the stupid distractions. So no more paying a ton of money for a boxc of cheez its for this lazy old girl!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
I search why
I am writing about this subject with the motiviation of maybe helping educate people on what really is going on in the wild horse world. I have many questions on this subject. Starting with Is this rounding up for slaughter even legal? And if so what states allow it and what states don't. Another question being are there groups already trying to stop this nonsense and help get these horses that have been rounded up adopted? If so are they welcome to educating people on this matter? And lastly I wonder if there is anyway to stop this if it is happening, by maybe trying to bring the government in on it?
two intros to contrast essay
1: My sister and niece are of the same blood obviously. But they are completly different and yet excactly the same in every sense possible. My sister a crazy lady and my niece a sweet caring nine year old with the biggest heart. Yet my niece can be just as crazy and mean as my sister.
2: My dog and cat are very much alike in the loving sense. But when it comes to brains not so much. My dog listens to me and does what I say where my cat expects me to do what she wants. Yet they both love me unconditionally and are both sweet in there own way.
2: My dog and cat are very much alike in the loving sense. But when it comes to brains not so much. My dog listens to me and does what I say where my cat expects me to do what she wants. Yet they both love me unconditionally and are both sweet in there own way.
i search background
I have chosen to write about the confusing issue on wild horses and weather they're being rounded up for slaughter or adoption. I have grown up with horses and deeply care for them so I have always wondered about this subject. I would hate to think of such a smart creature being rounded up for slaughter. Horses are like people to me and I think they can be just as smart in their own way as people are, if not smarter and more caring in some ways. I would like to find this information and tell people about what is really going on and raise awareness.
essay 2
So as I was purchasing a box of cheezits at my towns gas station which happens to be about two feet from my house I wondered if I was making the right decision. Though I really did need the snack was it necessary for me to being paying this outrageous price for a box of cheeszits. Should I have gone to the grocery store or even better on prices the supermarket?
Now of course the logical conclusion would be to go to the supermarket to spend as little money as possible but I truely do not enjoy walking a hundred miles to get a box of cheez its. Yes its convient for the price anyways but more likely then not my lazy self is just going to chooze going to the gas station.
A second conclusion would be to go to the local grocery store. I would surely save money there versus the gas station. It was just an internal lazy struggle with myself if I wasn't going to go to the gas station I should go to the supermarket and save as much money as possible right? But I knew my lazy self would not do that so maybe I should go to the grocery store and not have to walk a lot or pay a lot.
So in conclusion I have told myself that I must go to the local grocery store for a compromise to myself. Not paying a lot, or walking a lot. No more spending a ton of money for a snack for this lazy girl!
Now of course the logical conclusion would be to go to the supermarket to spend as little money as possible but I truely do not enjoy walking a hundred miles to get a box of cheez its. Yes its convient for the price anyways but more likely then not my lazy self is just going to chooze going to the gas station.
A second conclusion would be to go to the local grocery store. I would surely save money there versus the gas station. It was just an internal lazy struggle with myself if I wasn't going to go to the gas station I should go to the supermarket and save as much money as possible right? But I knew my lazy self would not do that so maybe I should go to the grocery store and not have to walk a lot or pay a lot.
So in conclusion I have told myself that I must go to the local grocery store for a compromise to myself. Not paying a lot, or walking a lot. No more spending a ton of money for a snack for this lazy girl!
outro to classification essay
Now in conclusion I have definitlely seen that while getting the food at a gas station is quite convienent it is really not convienent for my pocket book or bank. And while going to a supermarket is good for my pocket book or bank its really not going to happen all the time so I might as well settle on going into the local grocery store and save on money and energy.
2 intro for classification essay
1:So ive decided I need to break down the options of buying groceries at gas stations or grocery stores or supermarkets such as walmart. All three have the plusses and the flaws. There is the obvious money saving tricks and conviences.
2. So thinking about conviences of getting food at a gas station versus driving to the grocery store and spending a little less or going to a supermarket and having to walk ten miles inside of it to get the guaranteed lowest price.
essay 1 re write:)
When I first got that bike I had so badly wanted for months I could not have been happier. My sister even seemed happy for me which was odd she would ususally be jealous of attention coming my way. Which I did not really think to much of at the time. I should of know that in the end this new bike of mine would benefit her in a sadistic sort of way. My sister was a very bad sister you see and always chose to pick on me when I was a kid.
My sister was older then I was and was my mother's favorite child you see. She always got her way and whatever she wanted from my mother. My mother liked me to I suppose considering she did get my a bike but I was by far the un liked child.
Now my sister as I said always got her way and was moms favorite. So whenever my evil sister would get in a fight with me and do something mean to me my mother would listen to her side of the story and say she didn't want to hear what I said. So you could say I always got the short end of the stick.
My sister based her life onh tortouring me I swear. Any chance she got to beat me up or embarrass me she would. Especially in front of my friends. That alwasys seemed to be her favorite thing to do. Even to this day when i'm an adult she is famous for yelling at me in front of my friends.
So when my sister proclamied that she would be the one to teach me how to ride my bike I was shocked. I accepted with little enthuisam, because I was in front of my mother I coudnt say no. Well the day came when I sat on my beloved bike and she held the stearing bars. Promised not to let go. Well you the reader can probably tell the outcome. As she pushed me along at a fast rate she let go and I fell to ground. As I looked back to wear she stood she sat there laughing and I soon realized why she had been happy for me to get the bike.
My sister was older then I was and was my mother's favorite child you see. She always got her way and whatever she wanted from my mother. My mother liked me to I suppose considering she did get my a bike but I was by far the un liked child.
Now my sister as I said always got her way and was moms favorite. So whenever my evil sister would get in a fight with me and do something mean to me my mother would listen to her side of the story and say she didn't want to hear what I said. So you could say I always got the short end of the stick.
My sister based her life onh tortouring me I swear. Any chance she got to beat me up or embarrass me she would. Especially in front of my friends. That alwasys seemed to be her favorite thing to do. Even to this day when i'm an adult she is famous for yelling at me in front of my friends.
So when my sister proclamied that she would be the one to teach me how to ride my bike I was shocked. I accepted with little enthuisam, because I was in front of my mother I coudnt say no. Well the day came when I sat on my beloved bike and she held the stearing bars. Promised not to let go. Well you the reader can probably tell the outcome. As she pushed me along at a fast rate she let go and I fell to ground. As I looked back to wear she stood she sat there laughing and I soon realized why she had been happy for me to get the bike.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Meta Graph
As I was sitting at the hancock Emcc branch in ellsworth on the computer staring at the numerous pictures on the walls, that I assumed students at the school had taken, I wondered where I should start with my homework. And I also was thinking about how annoying my sister was and our latest fued we were in. Then I thought of the perfect essay to write for my online english class. I could write about a bad memory of my sister from my childhood and make her look terrible like the person she is!
Essay 1
I remember sitting down on that triangular seat of my new two wheel, no training wheels, bicycle, I had just gotten it for christmas. I was completely scared to death and held onto the the handle bars for dear life. My sister holding the bike steady, promised me that she would not let go at all. Well as we propelled forward slowly down the road she let go, and then I was on the ground before I could even protest to her.
When I first had gotten this bike I had so wanted badly for months I could not have been happier. My sister even seemed happy for me even thought she usually would be jealous of such a thing. Which in the beginning I didn't think to much of. Though I should have known it was something the was gonna benefit her in a way and not me. My sister was a very mean sister and was always picking on me and trying to get me in trouble when I was a kid.
Now when I got to show off my brand new bike to all my friends they were all so jealous! I felt like the coolest kid out of all of my friends. This also made me wonder why my sister was not jealous when all of my friends were. It simply did not add up. But still I did not let it get to me even though I wished she was jealous because everyone else seemed to be.
Now prior to this experience of me laying on the ground, knees and hands all skinned up from falling, my sister as I said, had promised not to let go. I wondered as I was laying there why I had trusted my sister on this matter. She had always been a tattle tail on me never wanted to help me or play with me. Why did I listen to her on this why? I should have know that my sister was eager to "help" me with my bike because she knew she would get to watch me fall to the ground.
As I got up and looked at her I saw the smile I recognized so much on my sister. This was the smile she got when I was in trouble or in pain due to something she had done to me. And then it all hit me why she hadn't been jealous when all of my friends had been why she had seemed happy for me to get the new bike. She was benefiting from it in her own way. That way being she was going to get to help me fall from my new beloved bike. What an evil sister I have. Though now that I know her intentions with me and my bike, I no longer let her be the teacher and I have gone to teaching myself how to ride this amazing bike.
When I first had gotten this bike I had so wanted badly for months I could not have been happier. My sister even seemed happy for me even thought she usually would be jealous of such a thing. Which in the beginning I didn't think to much of. Though I should have known it was something the was gonna benefit her in a way and not me. My sister was a very mean sister and was always picking on me and trying to get me in trouble when I was a kid.
Now when I got to show off my brand new bike to all my friends they were all so jealous! I felt like the coolest kid out of all of my friends. This also made me wonder why my sister was not jealous when all of my friends were. It simply did not add up. But still I did not let it get to me even though I wished she was jealous because everyone else seemed to be.
Now prior to this experience of me laying on the ground, knees and hands all skinned up from falling, my sister as I said, had promised not to let go. I wondered as I was laying there why I had trusted my sister on this matter. She had always been a tattle tail on me never wanted to help me or play with me. Why did I listen to her on this why? I should have know that my sister was eager to "help" me with my bike because she knew she would get to watch me fall to the ground.
As I got up and looked at her I saw the smile I recognized so much on my sister. This was the smile she got when I was in trouble or in pain due to something she had done to me. And then it all hit me why she hadn't been jealous when all of my friends had been why she had seemed happy for me to get the new bike. She was benefiting from it in her own way. That way being she was going to get to help me fall from my new beloved bike. What an evil sister I have. Though now that I know her intentions with me and my bike, I no longer let her be the teacher and I have gone to teaching myself how to ride this amazing bike.
Intro 2
So I did both of my cause essay intro's on the the intro 1 assignment I think? Did you want them both then or one then one now. Or do you want 2 more essay intros? I'm confused as always. :)
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
graf 8
I really like the first essay about valentines day. It was quite humorous and the intro paragraph caught my attention and egged me on to read more. I did notice that there was a spelling error too!
intro 1
1: I remember sitting down on that triangular seat of my new two wheel, no training wheels, bicycle, I had just gotten for christmas. I was completely scared to death and heald on the the handle bars for dear life. My sister holding the bike steady promised me that she would not let go at all. Well as we propelled forward slowly down the road she let go, and then I was on the ground before I could even protest to her.
2: Riding my first bike with training wheels in tact was one of my favorite things to do as a child. But as my friends rode with me on there two wheeled bikes I grew jealous. I wanted to be able to do what they were doing and not feel left out. So I asked my mother to get me a new bike with two wheels for christmas. Christmas morning there my new bike sat with a big red bow on it. I could not have been happier.
2: Riding my first bike with training wheels in tact was one of my favorite things to do as a child. But as my friends rode with me on there two wheeled bikes I grew jealous. I wanted to be able to do what they were doing and not feel left out. So I asked my mother to get me a new bike with two wheels for christmas. Christmas morning there my new bike sat with a big red bow on it. I could not have been happier.
isearch brainstorm
will i be able to find statistics i need . will i be able to maybe find groups that are working to stop this . are there groups targeting people that are doing it illegally or legally. could i join one of these groups. what states are roundups for slaughter even in which are legal which are not. is the president aware of whats going on with all of this. does he care if so. how could i possibly help these organizations or groups if there is some. will i be able to get all the information i need to raise awareness on this intellagably however thats spelled. stupid word!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Person graf 7
People trying to be perfect really are the most annoying people on the earth. They belong on their own planet where they can all just live a perfect fake life together. Just like this one kid in one of my highschool classes who always got good grades and worshiped the teacher.
His name was matty and he always made the whole class look bad compared to his perfect self. It was ridiculous really the teacher treated him like a puppy dog always giving him treats. Needless to say he didn't have any friends but the teacher. One time he was the only one that got an A on one of our tests for that class, and he was quick to rub it in our faces.
I had finally had it with that kid and for a spokesperson in a way for my class I told him he was the only one who got an A because he had no social life and was trying to hard to be perfect for his only friend the teacher. The whole class erupted in laughter.
Now looking back I realize that was a really mean thing to say and if I could go back I would and apologize for what I said to him. But I suppose that is how life goes. Always wishing you could go back in time and fix things.
His name was matty and he always made the whole class look bad compared to his perfect self. It was ridiculous really the teacher treated him like a puppy dog always giving him treats. Needless to say he didn't have any friends but the teacher. One time he was the only one that got an A on one of our tests for that class, and he was quick to rub it in our faces.
I had finally had it with that kid and for a spokesperson in a way for my class I told him he was the only one who got an A because he had no social life and was trying to hard to be perfect for his only friend the teacher. The whole class erupted in laughter.
Now looking back I realize that was a really mean thing to say and if I could go back I would and apologize for what I said to him. But I suppose that is how life goes. Always wishing you could go back in time and fix things.
I search worksheet
I would like my topic to be on wild horses and how many are being killed still.
I would like to find out if its even legal in all states to round the mustangs up for slaughter.
Questions:
1: Is it legal to round up mustangs for slaughter.
2: If it is not legal are people still getting away with it.
3: Are people trying to ban it if it is legal in some states.
It connects to me because I love horses and maybe if I found out all this information I could maybe find a way to help. And also to draw awareness to the issue.
3 reasons why I like the topic
1: I have always been interested in this topic because I care about horses.
2: I had read some books on it in grammar school and I don't really remember anything about them.
3: I would like to raise some awareness on the issue if I could.
3 reasons why my life might change:
1: Well whatever I find might be heartbreaking or not.
2: I could see if there was any way that I could help.
3: I could start telling people about it with knowlegde and draw awarness to it.
I would like to find out if its even legal in all states to round the mustangs up for slaughter.
Questions:
1: Is it legal to round up mustangs for slaughter.
2: If it is not legal are people still getting away with it.
3: Are people trying to ban it if it is legal in some states.
It connects to me because I love horses and maybe if I found out all this information I could maybe find a way to help. And also to draw awareness to the issue.
3 reasons why I like the topic
1: I have always been interested in this topic because I care about horses.
2: I had read some books on it in grammar school and I don't really remember anything about them.
3: I would like to raise some awareness on the issue if I could.
3 reasons why my life might change:
1: Well whatever I find might be heartbreaking or not.
2: I could see if there was any way that I could help.
3: I could start telling people about it with knowlegde and draw awarness to it.
things graf #5
Whenever I was little I always had my favorite horse dolls that I would play with. My mother always thought it was so cute how I named each toy horse after a horse I was getting to ride in real life at the time.
Well if she only knew that while I played with these toy horses I was always working out a scenario on how I could steal the real horses. That way I could have my own horses.
I thought for sure I could keep my own horse in my basement, "why not?" Well I'm glad I never went through with it in real life. Or I probably wouldn't be writing this I'd probably still be in jail.
Well if she only knew that while I played with these toy horses I was always working out a scenario on how I could steal the real horses. That way I could have my own horses.
I thought for sure I could keep my own horse in my basement, "why not?" Well I'm glad I never went through with it in real life. Or I probably wouldn't be writing this I'd probably still be in jail.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Freestyle week #3
O.k. so I'm definitly mid meltdown, trying to figure out how to get to the assignment page again. Oh well I think I did all the right things from the hoganroad blog site. But im sure I missed something because that is just my luck. Oh and for some diary entries I guess I can go on a long rant about how my mom just died two days before christmas. And how just this last weekend we finished cleaning out her room. Well my sister who legit has mental issues says she has to run to her house and would be right back. So I proceed to get all the boxes that were going to her house and bring them outside so it'll make it easier to get into the car for her. Well she throws a box at me and says that I'm a terrible person for setting the stuff outside. And then leaves. Wow I just love how I always try to do the right thing and end up being considered the one in the wrong. I love my perfect life. NOT! On a lighter ending note at least I wont have to deal with her for a very long time hopefully never, because she said she never wanted to see me again. Ok and also you should know shes 30 and im 20, she needs to grow up and be responsible. Well have a nice day blog and John Goldfine!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
graf #3
I myself do not really consider myself unique but I suppose an onlooker, people watcher, or observer might consinder me so. I like to look at myself as normal and stay hidden among other people. I tend to be shy so this option probably is my best bet to go through with.
Well first unique thing id say about myself is I pray every night that animals in animal shelters would get adopted to good homes. I am a huge animal lover and wish I could adopt them all. It breaks my heart to see such cute little loving faces on the animals at shelters. I have only been in one shelter in my life and I stayed a total of two minutes because I could not control my tears. So instead I have opted for searching and trying to help animals on animal shelter websites so that I may cry in private. I am always the one to help my friends find adoptable animals online for them to help the shelters and animals to the best of my ability.
Another unique feature about me is when I do not feel like cleaning a dish, I proceed to toss it out the kitchen window. Thus if you were to drive by my house you would see an astounding pile of dishes below my kitchen window. And needless to say I have since switched to paper plates and other plastic dish items.
One last unique feature about myself is maybe that I love horses more than my family. Horses are such good listeners. And the best of friends I've ever had. Well in reality my only friends these days are horses. They are such smart animals, that sometimes I forget I'm venting/talking to an animal. Growing up around horses has made me very understanding of ways they can talk back to me. Such as nodding of there heads, stomping there hooves, and my favorite putting there ears back. Although when this last action happens its probably best to step back.
Well first unique thing id say about myself is I pray every night that animals in animal shelters would get adopted to good homes. I am a huge animal lover and wish I could adopt them all. It breaks my heart to see such cute little loving faces on the animals at shelters. I have only been in one shelter in my life and I stayed a total of two minutes because I could not control my tears. So instead I have opted for searching and trying to help animals on animal shelter websites so that I may cry in private. I am always the one to help my friends find adoptable animals online for them to help the shelters and animals to the best of my ability.
Another unique feature about me is when I do not feel like cleaning a dish, I proceed to toss it out the kitchen window. Thus if you were to drive by my house you would see an astounding pile of dishes below my kitchen window. And needless to say I have since switched to paper plates and other plastic dish items.
One last unique feature about myself is maybe that I love horses more than my family. Horses are such good listeners. And the best of friends I've ever had. Well in reality my only friends these days are horses. They are such smart animals, that sometimes I forget I'm venting/talking to an animal. Growing up around horses has made me very understanding of ways they can talk back to me. Such as nodding of there heads, stomping there hooves, and my favorite putting there ears back. Although when this last action happens its probably best to step back.
Graf #2
My worst teacher ever..... Without a doubt was Mr. Nicholas from my high school; Acadia Christian School. Mr. Nicholas was the worst teacher I have ever heard of, dealt with, seen, in my life!
Mr. Nicholas acted as though he was the principal of my private school. Though he was far from worthy of such a position/role! He gave me a three detention once because he held a small meeting with me and this other girl I despised trying to make us be friends. And because I told him I would not be friends with her I was granted three detentions. How thoughtful of him right?
Other reasons for him being the most idiotic, worst teacher ever, is because he assigned the most homework I have ever dealt with in my entire life. Including college! And at my school if you did not complete your homework for the next day it was an automatic detention. So lets just say it felt like my social life consisted of my head down on a desk for an hour after school with every other one of his students....
So I'm rather sure that you would agree with me on this subject, although, maybe not. But I do not doubt my decision at all on picking Mr. Nicholas for my worst teacher ever candidate.
Mr. Nicholas acted as though he was the principal of my private school. Though he was far from worthy of such a position/role! He gave me a three detention once because he held a small meeting with me and this other girl I despised trying to make us be friends. And because I told him I would not be friends with her I was granted three detentions. How thoughtful of him right?
Other reasons for him being the most idiotic, worst teacher ever, is because he assigned the most homework I have ever dealt with in my entire life. Including college! And at my school if you did not complete your homework for the next day it was an automatic detention. So lets just say it felt like my social life consisted of my head down on a desk for an hour after school with every other one of his students....
So I'm rather sure that you would agree with me on this subject, although, maybe not. But I do not doubt my decision at all on picking Mr. Nicholas for my worst teacher ever candidate.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Graf#1
Looking at my hands, I realize there is nothing really exciting to tell about. I guess that my hands really tell no story that maybe they should have with all that I've done with them. Only a few marks appear on my hand that are really insignificant.
The first thing I always notice about my hands, is, on my right hand my middle finger is angled in more then the rest of my fingers on that hand. Reason being when I was a child i sucked on a blanket from birth to age eight. Which my doctor said is the reason for my middle finger to be turned in.
Another thing I notice is a scar on my hand, from where I was attempting to clean one of the horses I compete in shows with teeth. Well I'm pretty sure that that one is self explanitory. But I will explain anyways, as I was holding the horses lips back and brushing its teeth my finger slipped between the teeth, giving the horse perfect reason to bite me suppose. Well that horse did and my scar is still on my hand even six years later.
In conclusion I would say I do not have very exciting hands. But I do have a few stories about the small knicks on my hands.
The first thing I always notice about my hands, is, on my right hand my middle finger is angled in more then the rest of my fingers on that hand. Reason being when I was a child i sucked on a blanket from birth to age eight. Which my doctor said is the reason for my middle finger to be turned in.
Another thing I notice is a scar on my hand, from where I was attempting to clean one of the horses I compete in shows with teeth. Well I'm pretty sure that that one is self explanitory. But I will explain anyways, as I was holding the horses lips back and brushing its teeth my finger slipped between the teeth, giving the horse perfect reason to bite me suppose. Well that horse did and my scar is still on my hand even six years later.
In conclusion I would say I do not have very exciting hands. But I do have a few stories about the small knicks on my hands.
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