Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Inspiration.

This photo makes me think of a lion... Just the way its face is shaped reminds me of this huge feline. But, as I look closer at it, I see houses, or buildings of some sort. I see windows, but cannot quite put my finger on what it may be. The colors used in this photo make me think that the mood is warm, and the setting is night. Although my guess is probably, and most likely, incorrect, no matter what possibilities I think of, I keep coming back to a lion.It makes me feel powerful. It may be a house, playground, lion, cat, chimney, or even a dog. I am NOT sure!

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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Get A Clue!

A few years ago, I got a super-secret spy kit. I knew my brother had been snooping in my room while I was at school, and I wanted to catch him. I knew he secretly ate my LipSmackers, and I wanted to catch the little brat. I had to eat about a gazillion Kid Cuisine TV dinners to receive only 15 super-secret tokens. Not to mention the $2.50 I sent in along with the cardboard circles. I waited almost 3 weeks for the kit to come. Every day, I'd wait by my Mommy's favorite recliner to peer outside and wait for the UPS truck. When the truck finally arrived, I shrieked in joy. I rushed my mother to the door where she signed for the package and took the brown box from the man. She happened to know the UPS driver, Chris, so they were distracted with catching up for the past 3 years. I hastily snatched the box and ran to my room where I set up my equipment. A motion detector that shot rubber missiles, a fingerprint duster and adhesive to grab fingerprint, binoculars, missile launcher, walkie-talkies, and even an alarm. I tested the missile launcher on Chris from my hideout in the hallway. I mean, what if it didn't work and didn't scare my brother away? What would I do? Needless to say, the next Monday I went to school, my brother was caught with my motion detector and all. I even had an opened lip balm, fingerprints, and scuff marks on the tile in the hallway from where his Nikes skidded as he ran. I caught him big time.
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Put The "Fit" In Fitness!

I think physical education should be mandatory for all students! If we get a physical education regularly starting at an early age, we seem to be more active compared to those who do not have P.E. very often. Those who exercise and get active for at least 60 minutes a day tend to eat healthier diets, stay at a healthy weight, and compete in more sports or physical activities. Those who do not regularly get a spike in their heartbeat due to physical activities such as running, jumping jacks, or mountain climbers, or any strenuous activity at all, tend to be overweight with bad health. Physical education keeps children fit, occupied, out of trouble, and healthy. Those who get a regular workout tend to live a healthier, more active life. When people get older and age, their physical habits will show. If a heavy-set old man has a hard time walking long distances, it is more often than not that he had bad exercising habits and a poor diet. Most professional athletes had fun and enjoyed their P.E. classes so much, that they took up a career in a physical field, and even after retiring, they still exercise daily and maintain a healthy diet, resulting in a healthy lifestyle.
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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Gimme A Break!

So many things are bugging me right now! Some schools up north are starting to go to school only 4 days a week, excluding Monday! They get Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off! On top of that, I'm coming to school tired, cranky, and very, very behind on math lessons. It seems like I just can't grasp the concepts anymore.I come looking like a drowned cat every morning, and I just can't escape the drama! Anyone I talk to, anything I do, anything I think seems to get me into some kind of trouble. With friends, myself, parents, family, and administrators.Ugh... Maybe next week will be a chance to make things better.I really cannot afford to let my grades slip, get into any more trouble, or even get a H.O.T. Sheet. Oh, well. Most days I end up feeling better. My friends, such as Abby Kausler, Sarah Wilson, Tyler Sexton, and Hailey Colin, usually get me through the day.
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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Helping Hand.

Once, when I was about, oh, maybe three months old, I got stuck in a car fire. My mother at the time was nineteen, and had locked the car doors at my grandparents' secluded farmhouse and went inside to pick up my diaper bag. See, my mother had a thyroid problem at that time and was always at the hospital getting tests done, so my grandmother took care of me. I was asleep the whole time, not knowing where I was, what I was doing, or what was going to happen. As I slept, dreaming of the things babies dream of, my car burst into flames. The engine and oil had a little dispute and decided to make a mountain out of a molehill, engulfing my car in flames. Not soon after I woke up to a loud BANG!, my mother was pulling me out, holding me to her chest and shudderring uncontrollably. Now, when my mother tells me this story, she stills blames herself for leaving me in the car. She even tells me how she busted the window just to grab me. If it weren't for my mom, I might not be here today... I'm very grateful, thankful, and very happy my mother helped me. I usually return the favor, helping my mom any way I can.
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Thursday, February 2, 2012

Smooth Criminal!

Have you ever been in a sticky situation? Like a very, very, very sticky situation? Not really sticky, just metaphorically speaking. I mean a very bad, even scary situation.In my case, however, it really was a sticky scenario. I have had many, many, many sticky situations! My brother, who at the time was only about seven, wanted to play "mummy". As I started to get our toilet paper, paper towels, and white duct tape together, my brother made my "tomb". He wrapped me in my "guaze" and "sealed in my youth" with duct tape. My little brother guided me to my "tomb"-an old plywood box- and helped me get comfortable before closing me up. Little did I know, as I was peacefully beginning to slip into the afterlife, I heard a loud rip! Before I knew it, my brother had taped me inside of the strong box, running to my bedroom to get my LipSmackers lip balm, for which he had an odd fetish with, and ate them! I had NO way out! The box was sticky, and I could not escape my wrappings. My mother, about an hour later, finally freed me. How sticky! It was almost as if he planned the whole thing. Talk about a Smooth Criminal!
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