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.
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