It was a very hot day on the beach. We were in Destin, FL and my back was burning from the rays of the sun. This was our first family vacation and it wasn't going to be the last. I was so excited, I had not been to Florida since I was a little girl. I was happy to be spending this time with my love, and fiance, Jeff, and my beautiful blue eyed beauty, Blake.
We arrived in Destin, after an eight hour car ride. We were so exhausted and my poor Jeff hadn't gotten any sleep. We, as in me and jeff, were ready to be at the motel room. I'm not sure why we were settling for this old dirty motel room, when my aunt had just spend about $45,000 redoing her beautiful beach front home. Truth be told she didn't care to let anyone stay the night there, but was more than willing to show off the new beautiful home, to anyone who wanted to listen. Jeff and I tried to rest, but soon realized that, with a five year old boy around, that wasn't much of an option. So, we decided to go to the beach.
Before we could ever get to the beach, Jeff HAD to have fishing gear. He always has to kill the joy of a what was supposed to be a fun vacation. At the store we buy about $300 worth of fishing equipment. Finally, after giving Jeff "the look", one million times we leave the store and head to the beach.
While at the beach, we set up
Monday, May 12, 2014
Joe (My imaginary friend!)
Joe
Hello Joe,
We met earlier this week in the hallway. I remember exactly how we interacted with each other and also exactly what you looked like. I saw you walking towards me, but you did not see me at first. As you walked down the hallway, you did not look up. You just kept looking at your phone. I saw a strong, quiet type in you.
Hello Joe,
We met earlier this week in the hallway. I remember exactly how we interacted with each other and also exactly what you looked like. I saw you walking towards me, but you did not see me at first. As you walked down the hallway, you did not look up. You just kept looking at your phone. I saw a strong, quiet type in you.
Five words that I use often!
Dictionary
Rachel:Grrrrr: Used when I'm very frustrated
How are you?: The question asked when talking to anyone besides my best friend or my two sisters.
There ya go: a statement used when I don't know what else to say
Tuesday: Noun; An answer to nearly every question that is asked. Ex) Q: What time is it? A: Tuesday
What up yo?: A question to ask, "How are you?", when talking to my best friend or my two sisters.
Seth:
Jacked: overly pumped or excited
Laughter: necessity of life
Nature: unblemished beauty
Pooped: very tired
Orange: sunset; specifically the sunset in Mexico
Tyler:
Phenomenal: description for something that is beyond good
Fantastic: good
Hilarious: extreme laughter; used often
Adventagious: to do something for personal gain
Serine: extreme calm
Chris:
Bottled: feeling that you are being pushed toward something
Chill: what I do
Drive: force that compels to do something
Stall: to procrastinate
Observe: look around
Freewriting
I see very bright colors in this picture. Red, blue, yellow, green, white, orange, and purple consumes this image. The three geckos are looking up as if they are about to be fed. I'm not sure if they are hungry or just wanting attention.
Food: Spaghetti and Meatballs
My grandmother makes the most amazing food. She has strong hands and puts them to use when it comes to cooking. A few recipes have been passed down the line of family members. One of my favorites among many others, is my grandmother's recipe for spaghetti and meatballs.
My grandma likes to add her own ingredients into her meatballs. The most common ingredient is love. My grandma has always cooked with abundant amounts of love. She will so humbly laugh when told that her cooking was the best, but as for us grand kids, we know the real reason it tastes so good. Along with with love are other ingredients such as ground beef, parmesan cheese, parsley, Italian seasoning, eggs, and crackers but these ingredients cannot compare to the most important one.
My grandma has always said that the mixing of these ingredients is the best part. The
Hello Joe,
We met earlier this week in the hallway. I remember exactly how we interacted with each other and also exactly what you looked like. I saw you walking towards me, but you did not see me at first. This must have been because you were looking down at your cell phone like the strong quiet type you are. That bald head of yours catches a lot of light in these hallways, however it seems to fit you physique. Your broad muscular shoulders plays a huge role in the way you walk. You are very good looking for an older man nearing his sixties. Your style is nothing short of fun and quirky. The blue jacket paired with the St. Louis Blue's shirt underneath looks magnificent. Your black fur hat a top your head gives your quirky personality a way of showing itself. Your long tough guy strides brings to light the amount of self- confidence that you possess.
We met earlier this week in the hallway. I remember exactly how we interacted with each other and also exactly what you looked like. I saw you walking towards me, but you did not see me at first. This must have been because you were looking down at your cell phone like the strong quiet type you are. That bald head of yours catches a lot of light in these hallways, however it seems to fit you physique. Your broad muscular shoulders plays a huge role in the way you walk. You are very good looking for an older man nearing his sixties. Your style is nothing short of fun and quirky. The blue jacket paired with the St. Louis Blue's shirt underneath looks magnificent. Your black fur hat a top your head gives your quirky personality a way of showing itself. Your long tough guy strides brings to light the amount of self- confidence that you possess.
Kansas City, MO
As I leave Springfield and head towards Kansas City I begin to think of all the events that will take place in that one weekend. The two and a half hour drive seems like thirty minutes when you see the sign that states that Harrisonville is 21 miles away. Getting off of 71 highway and onto the ramp creates a pleasing feeling within me because I know that I am almost home. Turning right onto 2 hwy where the gas station sits, always makes me wonder about my dad's childhood hometown. I begin to think about all of the stories my dad has told me. The stories that depict a very interesting childhood. His teenage years and how he got into so much trouble, became a reality as I drive through the small town. I make my turn onto 7 hwy and I know that I will soon be home. My regular pit stop at Casey's General Store can never be forgotten. As I pull up to the gas pump and step out of the car the smell of gasoline, and horse manure. It is not the best smell but it is familiar. As a grasp the gas pump handle the metal reminds of exactly how cold it is outside. The gas cap of my car reminds me of the frigid temperatures outside as I can barely turn it. Escaping the smell that has completely . A quick walk into the gas station allows for a better smell. The smell of pizza. The smell of the pizza cooking is one of my favorites. When they put that warm pizza box in my hand, I can't help but smile.
Smells:
The smell of this place is like any other small town. The smell of horse and cow manure fills the air. The only time to escape this smell if by walking into the Casey's General Store where the smell of pizza is quite a relief.
Touch:
Before entering the gas station to pick up my delicious taco pizza I must pump the gas. The feeling of the cold nozzle reminds me that it is still winter. My fingers hurt when I turn the gas cap because they are so cold which is yet another reminder of the frigid temperatures outside.
Hear:
While in Harrisonville the sounds of big diesals seem to be everywhere. It must be because of the weigh station a couple miles away.
Taste:
Stopping at the Casey's General store is so exciting. My mouth instantly water knowing that I am so close to getting my beloved Taco pizza. I love that way the cheese melts and the lettuce is warmed by the freshly baked pizza. The pizza would not taste as good as it does with out the taco sauce that they give with it. As soon as I enter the door I realize that I can actually taste the smell of the pizza. I find it interesting how our senses work.
Smells:
The smell of this place is like any other small town. The smell of horse and cow manure fills the air. The only time to escape this smell if by walking into the Casey's General Store where the smell of pizza is quite a relief.
Touch:
Before entering the gas station to pick up my delicious taco pizza I must pump the gas. The feeling of the cold nozzle reminds me that it is still winter. My fingers hurt when I turn the gas cap because they are so cold which is yet another reminder of the frigid temperatures outside.
Hear:
While in Harrisonville the sounds of big diesals seem to be everywhere. It must be because of the weigh station a couple miles away.
Taste:
Stopping at the Casey's General store is so exciting. My mouth instantly water knowing that I am so close to getting my beloved Taco pizza. I love that way the cheese melts and the lettuce is warmed by the freshly baked pizza. The pizza would not taste as good as it does with out the taco sauce that they give with it. As soon as I enter the door I realize that I can actually taste the smell of the pizza. I find it interesting how our senses work.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Online essay writing services are provided to students for a cost. This cost can range from a small amount of money to an obscene amount. Many students would indeed be looking at the cost of the essay, but I think there is much more to be looked at when using a form of plagiarism.By definition plagiarism is "the practice of taking someone else's work or ideas and passing them off as one's own". The online essay writing service in question claims that, "neither TurnItIn nor any other plagiarism detecting software cannot find any plagiarism. The problem should not be that this is indeed plagiarism, but rather that by using these types of online sites students are hindering their own learning. Also the disclaimer on the website clearly states that the essay written are to be used for research purposes only. However, when the blogger asked the question regarding plagiarism, the service provider in question responds by saying that plagiarism can not be detected when submitted through the TurnItIn or other plagiarism detecting software. The disclaimer indeed protects the provider, but in no way shape or form does the website have anyone's best interest in mind.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
I will never do that again....
weather outside
taking online classes
sitting on the couch
legs were asleep from hip to toes
needed to make dinner
stood up tried to walk on my completely asleep foot
stepped down on top of my foot instead of the bottam
heard it pop
got up to walk on it
fell down
called my mom who was 3 hours away
called my fiance who was in Iowa
called my friend who was at work
called another friend who was fishing
decided not to go to the hospital at all
still have yet to talk to a doctor about my injury
I will never do that again
It was a beautiful day out. The light was shining in from the cracks in the blinds. I could hear the birds chirping from inside the house. They sounded happy. At the time I was taking online classes and spend an awful amount of time on the couch.
I tried to use my senses a lot during this freewrite because I wanted to bring my reader to my story. I also used this tactic because I felt it helpful in writing other stories in Ms. Anthony's class.
She was Blonde...
Her Blonde hair danced off her shoulders as she swayed back and forth in front of the window. The light beamed in as if it were trying to steal the spotlight from her golden locks but those long wavy strands of hair held everyone's attention in the room. .
The toddler is angry...
With his faced scrunched up and his eyes glossy he looked just like an angry old man. However, knowing of the child's innocence I would not be fooled. His dramatized facial expressions were so adorable.
Granny Great's Delicious Meatballs
I wish this recipe came frozen and packaged in every grocery store across the country but they are a tad messier to make them like my grandma does. I like to start by getting all of the ingredients out on the counter top for easy access. The beef, cheese, crackers, and eggs. I put the beef in a large container, crumble the crackers over the meat and crack a couple of eggs into the bowl. Now comes the fun part. Mixing these ingredients feels slimy in between my fingers. The crackers poke the palm of my hand. I often hear an unpleasant noise as I squish these moist ingredients together.
taking online classes
sitting on the couch
legs were asleep from hip to toes
needed to make dinner
stood up tried to walk on my completely asleep foot
stepped down on top of my foot instead of the bottam
heard it pop
got up to walk on it
fell down
called my mom who was 3 hours away
called my fiance who was in Iowa
called my friend who was at work
called another friend who was fishing
decided not to go to the hospital at all
still have yet to talk to a doctor about my injury
I will never do that again
It was a beautiful day out. The light was shining in from the cracks in the blinds. I could hear the birds chirping from inside the house. They sounded happy. At the time I was taking online classes and spend an awful amount of time on the couch.
I tried to use my senses a lot during this freewrite because I wanted to bring my reader to my story. I also used this tactic because I felt it helpful in writing other stories in Ms. Anthony's class.
She was Blonde...
Her Blonde hair danced off her shoulders as she swayed back and forth in front of the window. The light beamed in as if it were trying to steal the spotlight from her golden locks but those long wavy strands of hair held everyone's attention in the room. .
The toddler is angry...
With his faced scrunched up and his eyes glossy he looked just like an angry old man. However, knowing of the child's innocence I would not be fooled. His dramatized facial expressions were so adorable.
Granny Great's Delicious Meatballs
I wish this recipe came frozen and packaged in every grocery store across the country but they are a tad messier to make them like my grandma does. I like to start by getting all of the ingredients out on the counter top for easy access. The beef, cheese, crackers, and eggs. I put the beef in a large container, crumble the crackers over the meat and crack a couple of eggs into the bowl. Now comes the fun part. Mixing these ingredients feels slimy in between my fingers. The crackers poke the palm of my hand. I often hear an unpleasant noise as I squish these moist ingredients together.
My Rant
Why can't you just pick up after yourself?
I'm not very sure as to why you can't pick up your personal belongings. You are an adult who has lived on his own for 10 years now. I'm not sure if your mother ever had you pick up your More…dishes, but it is very frustrating to have to walk behind you and pick up after you. I love you, and I am more than willing to pick up the house when need to be. However, I don't feel like I am getting the respect I deserve. Yes, you work all day, but I go to school all day and am equally as exhausted when I get home. Do you want me to be more like a mom to you or can I please be an equal partner in this relationship? I understand that we sometimes get lazy. I do not expect everything to be neat and tidy All the time. However, I don't want the stink of food to envelope our whole house. I will gladly work with you and pick up as needed, but I will no longer feel like I am raising two five-year-old children.
Sincerely,
One Tired Woman/Mother
I'm not very sure as to why you can't pick up your personal belongings. You are an adult who has lived on his own for 10 years now. I'm not sure if your mother ever had you pick up your More…dishes, but it is very frustrating to have to walk behind you and pick up after you. I love you, and I am more than willing to pick up the house when need to be. However, I don't feel like I am getting the respect I deserve. Yes, you work all day, but I go to school all day and am equally as exhausted when I get home. Do you want me to be more like a mom to you or can I please be an equal partner in this relationship? I understand that we sometimes get lazy. I do not expect everything to be neat and tidy All the time. However, I don't want the stink of food to envelope our whole house. I will gladly work with you and pick up as needed, but I will no longer feel like I am raising two five-year-old children.
Sincerely,
One Tired Woman/Mother
Freewrite: Clouds
These clouds have unfailingly been my favorite. They are known as cumulonimbus clouds, and they have always been my favorite. They are the clouds that often look like marshmallows. They also have the capability of producing crazy storms. I have always wanted to be a storm chaser. Perhaps this is why these clouds are my favorite.
I first learned the name of these clouds in my fourth- grade science class. My teacher had quite the fascination with storms and would always emphasize how much she wished she would have been a meteorologist instead of a teacher. I will forever remember her.
I was younger my mom and I along with my grandparents would travel to Destin, Florida in his airplane. I enjoyed these times the most when there were clouds to look at. Storm clouds, fluffy clouds, little wispy clouds they all look so different when in the air.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Writing Prompts
NAKED CHOCOLATE BOOK
Oh the sweet smell of chocolate. I have a box. A pink and brown box. A naked chocolate box. Oh chocolate. You are not on my diet and now you are sitting in front of me with a sweet sweet smell. Oh chocolate. Your box is so appealing. The colors of the box go so well together. The diamond shapes make my eyes go crazy. Oh chocolate. I will now open this highly appealing box of yours to reveal........papers. Why must you have so many papers on top of you. A pink one, a white one.......wait......a kleenex?? Why is there a kleenex in this box of chocolate? There were so many layers of paper before I get to taste your sweetness, and now this? Oh chocolate. I am very devestated. This is by far the most unappealing part of you. Suddenly, the fantastic combination of pink and brown seems unimportant. The diamonds are now just another shape. There is now nothing about this box that will make me interested in eating this chocolate. I will close the box and set it aside. A kleenex has ruined my chocolate. Oh chocolate.
PINK HEART
I have yet another prompt. This time around I have recieved a pink heart. It reminds me of how big my son's heart is. Since he was three years old he has taken care of me every time I have come down with an illness. He has always made sure I had a full glass of water so that I stay hydrated. Suprisingly, even at three years of age he understood how important water is for our bodies, especially when we are sick. He would let me know if I had not had enough water to drink that day. Along with making sure my water glass is full, he would also make sure I had a bowl to get sick in, even when I only had a runny nose. He did not know the difference between a cold and the flu. Only that he wanted to make me feel better. The innocence of a child is the most precious gift that a child gives to their parents. I'm not sure if it would be considered a gift or a teaching. I'm not even sure if they are different. Either way I believe every parent has felt the sweetness of their childs touch at some point in time. It makes me wonder about the parents whose anger gets the best of them. If they could only be reminded of how sweet that innocent little boy/girl is maybe it would stop the rage that possesses them. I can not imagine being that angry. I have been angry before, but never have I wanted to "hit" or "punch" anybody, let alone a small child. However, even though I do not understand the type of rage that takes over ones body
COFFEE CUP PROMPT
I have chosen my coffee cup as a writing prompt. I chose this object because I found it in my backpack, and it has been there all weekend. I now have two coffee cups on my person. I drink a lot of coffee. I once wondered if I consume too much coffee. Then I drank more coffee. I drink atleast a pot of coffee throughout the day. Is that too much? My brain does not think so, but my body and my doctor do. I remember being very freaked out one time last year, because I foumd a very large and painful lump on my right breast. I got into the doctor as fast as I could, only to discover that it was a caffeine lump. I have not slowed my coffee intake, but I do not feel it necessary to grab two 16 oz. Redbulls at the gas station anymore. I haven't had a problem with caffeine lumps since. Which leads me to my first question, "Is a pot of coffee a day too much?' I don't think so. Ever since I started this raw food diet I have found myself drink more and more coffee. I tried to replace coffee with water and could hardly get through my first day.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Physical Health/ Mental Health
My son Blake is such a cutie. He has blonde hair blue eyes and is very slender. Even though his doctor finds nothing wrong with him physically, based on weight and height. I have to wonder about the things he eats. I often ask myself questions such as Does he eat too much candy? How unhealthy is it to eat 10 apples in one day? How does his unhealthy eating habits contribute to his mental health? I try to think of how my eating habits were as a child and I am often left blank minded. I remember eating a lot of candy, a lot of fruits and vegetables, and a lot of toast with cinnamon and sugar on it. I'm beginning to wonder if these habits contribute anything to anger. I ask this because I often get pretty crabby when I am hungry. Maybe it is the same for Blake. I am worried about him because he gets so mad and has no clue how to channel his anger. I know he is just a child and he doesnt understand, but is it really normal to be that angry? How do I help him to learn to channel his anger? Is it enough to spend time loving him and talking to him? Why won't he talk to me about his feelings?
Friday, January 31, 2014
The List!!!! What if statements!!
The Big Question(s):
What if:
I didn't go watch my son play hockey
My bestfriend lived close by
I had never moved to Springfield
I had not ever quit my job to move to Springfield
I had a lot of money
I won the lottery
I still owned my minivan that I gave to my sister
My beautiful nieces were never born
I was an only child
My friend wasn't having a baby
I had another baby
I forgot to do my homework
I can't print out my paper that is due in an hour
I fail my test on monday
I end the semester with over 100% in math
If my best friend lived close by the possibilites of wonderful things would be endless. I would laugh a lot more. I would make sure that I had a girls night at least once a week. I would eat a lot more sushi. I would have someone to study with. I would have fun studying. I would have a very smart person to go to when I have to write an essay. I do not like writing essays, and she is wonderful at them. I would not be able to stay on the diet that I have successfully been on for three weeks and lost about 10 lbs. I guess there are pros and cons to my best friend living here in Springfield. I know I would be spending a lot more time with her and a lot less time on school work. I also think that we would not talk every single day like we have been for the lsat six months. Atleast I would get to see her though. I miss her bright red hair and querky personality. I was so hard to move, and I catch myself still wondering if I made a good decision. Everytime I begin to think this way I get a reminder that I'm not only bettering my life but my son's life as well. And for that I am very happy! Blake would not be in hockey and would have never gained the friends that he has. And for that i am happy. I am happy that now that we own a home, he will not have to move around. Finally he will be able to make long lasting friends and have a stable home and social environment. and for htat I am happy. Leading back to courtney. My son would have who he has always known as his aunt corky. I hope they do not grow apart as he gets older. They have such a great relationship now.
What if I had never graduated high school. I find it funny that my neighbor picked this prompt for me because I actually came very close to not graduating high school. I was pregnant my whole senior year and had my son the day that i checked out of high school for the last time. At the beginning of my pregnancy I was very sick and did not want to go to school. I would complain until I was blue in the face and my mom would eventually give in. I had very good grades up until this time. It's hard to believe that I almost threw it all away. I ended up going to the alternative school my senior year and this is how I graduated. However, if I had stayed on the path of destruction that i was on I would obviously be in a bad spot right now. I would have never gotten a job with my first "healthcare" related job. This job is what has me sitting here today. Even though I have since quit my job with them, I first decided that healthcare was for me while working for this wonderful company. After quitting, I decided to go to school for a nursing degree.
What if:
I didn't go watch my son play hockey
My bestfriend lived close by
I had never moved to Springfield
I had not ever quit my job to move to Springfield
I had a lot of money
I won the lottery
I still owned my minivan that I gave to my sister
My beautiful nieces were never born
I was an only child
My friend wasn't having a baby
I had another baby
I forgot to do my homework
I can't print out my paper that is due in an hour
I fail my test on monday
I end the semester with over 100% in math
If my best friend lived close by the possibilites of wonderful things would be endless. I would laugh a lot more. I would make sure that I had a girls night at least once a week. I would eat a lot more sushi. I would have someone to study with. I would have fun studying. I would have a very smart person to go to when I have to write an essay. I do not like writing essays, and she is wonderful at them. I would not be able to stay on the diet that I have successfully been on for three weeks and lost about 10 lbs. I guess there are pros and cons to my best friend living here in Springfield. I know I would be spending a lot more time with her and a lot less time on school work. I also think that we would not talk every single day like we have been for the lsat six months. Atleast I would get to see her though. I miss her bright red hair and querky personality. I was so hard to move, and I catch myself still wondering if I made a good decision. Everytime I begin to think this way I get a reminder that I'm not only bettering my life but my son's life as well. And for that I am very happy! Blake would not be in hockey and would have never gained the friends that he has. And for that i am happy. I am happy that now that we own a home, he will not have to move around. Finally he will be able to make long lasting friends and have a stable home and social environment. and for htat I am happy. Leading back to courtney. My son would have who he has always known as his aunt corky. I hope they do not grow apart as he gets older. They have such a great relationship now.
What if I had never graduated high school. I find it funny that my neighbor picked this prompt for me because I actually came very close to not graduating high school. I was pregnant my whole senior year and had my son the day that i checked out of high school for the last time. At the beginning of my pregnancy I was very sick and did not want to go to school. I would complain until I was blue in the face and my mom would eventually give in. I had very good grades up until this time. It's hard to believe that I almost threw it all away. I ended up going to the alternative school my senior year and this is how I graduated. However, if I had stayed on the path of destruction that i was on I would obviously be in a bad spot right now. I would have never gotten a job with my first "healthcare" related job. This job is what has me sitting here today. Even though I have since quit my job with them, I first decided that healthcare was for me while working for this wonderful company. After quitting, I decided to go to school for a nursing degree.
The Best Farm Ever!!
This will possibly be my favorite blog thus far. I have so many memories involving that old farm. I already have a post breifly talking about where I grew up, but nothing I say will ever come close to describing the vibrant and crazy things that happened on farm. Allow me to begin with telling you a little background information about this glorious place. It is located in Liberty, MO, and the old farm house sits on about 200 acres of farm. My grandparents lived here when I was little and my cousins and I spent almost all of our time there. The house was nothing spectacular. The paint was chipping, the shudders were falling off, and the windows would not open unless pried open with a crowbar. The house may not have looked wonderful, but the memories made in it are never to be forgotten.
The land was the most beautiful land that I could have dreamed of. Mostly flat land, with two ponds. One pond located beside the house and the other pond located far out into the pasture. This was our favorite pond. In the winter time we would sneak out on the pond when it was frozen, and we wouldn't get yelled at.
The land was the most beautiful land that I could have dreamed of. Mostly flat land, with two ponds. One pond located beside the house and the other pond located far out into the pasture. This was our favorite pond. In the winter time we would sneak out on the pond when it was frozen, and we wouldn't get yelled at.
My writing prompt, that my lovely neighbor sitting next to me picked out, is titled Don't pee in the wagon! At first glance this seems like it is going to be a very interesting story. It will BE.
This story begins with my first best friend ever, Kambra. She is two years younger than me, but none the less we have always been very close. Story has it that I was even at the hospital the day she was born.
Kambra and I used to have so much fun together. We would play house, school, and other typical girly games. We often would fight over who was best friends with Britney Spears and would be Ricky Martin's girlfriend. One day she was over at my house and we had been told to play outside. I was pulling Kambra down the hill in my beautiful, red radio flyer. Kambra kept screaming for me to stop because she had to use the restroom. She kept screaming "I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna pee!!" Even though I heard her I would not stop. My response to her was "Don't pee in my wagon!"
This story begins with my first best friend ever, Kambra. She is two years younger than me, but none the less we have always been very close. Story has it that I was even at the hospital the day she was born.
Kambra and I used to have so much fun together. We would play house, school, and other typical girly games. We often would fight over who was best friends with Britney Spears and would be Ricky Martin's girlfriend. One day she was over at my house and we had been told to play outside. I was pulling Kambra down the hill in my beautiful, red radio flyer. Kambra kept screaming for me to stop because she had to use the restroom. She kept screaming "I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna pee!!" Even though I heard her I would not stop. My response to her was "Don't pee in my wagon!"
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Country Girl Pansy!
Allow me to elaborate on the title of this post. I am currently in my English 101 class and we have been told to choose a word, phrase, or sentence from our other post and write about it. I have chose country girl pansy becasue that is exactly what I am.
I grew up on about 200 acres of farm land, and I coulnt have had a better childhood. I spent a lot of time wiht my two older sisters and my three older cousins. Yes! I am the youngest one. We always had so mych fun on that farm. We did activities such as picnics, rolling down the big hill in a rodeo barrel, riding horses, riding our four-wheelers, pulling eachother behind the four-wheelers while sitting on a piece of cardboard.....Oh wait we promised to take that one to our graves. Bottam line we were very carefree young children. We could have been really hurt by doing these things, but we always had so much fun.
As we all got older we realized how crazy everything sounded. We have all asked our grandparents on multiple occasion where they were when all this was happening. We always felt like we had such little supervision. Killing spiders and snakes aren't exactly the kind of thing a 7 year old should be doing.
Oh did i mention we are all girls.
Eventually we grew into wonderful adults and we all have wonderful children now. Becoming mothers has changed all of us. I think we all have developed fears that we never have had before.
I grew up on about 200 acres of farm land, and I coulnt have had a better childhood. I spent a lot of time wiht my two older sisters and my three older cousins. Yes! I am the youngest one. We always had so mych fun on that farm. We did activities such as picnics, rolling down the big hill in a rodeo barrel, riding horses, riding our four-wheelers, pulling eachother behind the four-wheelers while sitting on a piece of cardboard.....Oh wait we promised to take that one to our graves. Bottam line we were very carefree young children. We could have been really hurt by doing these things, but we always had so much fun.
As we all got older we realized how crazy everything sounded. We have all asked our grandparents on multiple occasion where they were when all this was happening. We always felt like we had such little supervision. Killing spiders and snakes aren't exactly the kind of thing a 7 year old should be doing.
Oh did i mention we are all girls.
Eventually we grew into wonderful adults and we all have wonderful children now. Becoming mothers has changed all of us. I think we all have developed fears that we never have had before.
Fears....OMG FREEWRITING!!
I will now tell you a little about my fears. I have a fear of fears. I have a fear of not being good enough. This is more of an internal fear, and more than likely you will never be able to see it on my face. On the inside, however, i will be very nervous and want to curl up in a ball and cry. I have overcome this fear many times, but taking deep breaths and by thinking about something else. However, this "thing" always catches up to me. I will finally get over what I'm thinking about only to have the thought once again creep up on me.
i also have a fear of spiders. EWWWWW!@!!! I can not stand them and if I see one I have to have someone else kill it. Often times I will have my five year old do the deed for me. I developed this fear because I once saw someone step on a "mommy" spider and the baby spiders shot out of the sack on the mothers back and shot straight up his leg. Since then I haVe been unable to step, hit, or even smash a spider with a book.
If you ask anyone that knows me they will probably tell you that I am a "country girl pansy". I grew up a tomgirl and grew into a scaredy cat. I used to crawl on hay bales, pee outside, kick boys, and now I couldn't kill a spider to save my life.
Speaking of life, I also have a fear of life in general. I believe that if you aren't scared of the life you are living then you aren't really living. As a mother, I have grown to be afraid of a lot of different things that I did not even know existed inside of me before.
i also have a fear of spiders. EWWWWW!@!!! I can not stand them and if I see one I have to have someone else kill it. Often times I will have my five year old do the deed for me. I developed this fear because I once saw someone step on a "mommy" spider and the baby spiders shot out of the sack on the mothers back and shot straight up his leg. Since then I haVe been unable to step, hit, or even smash a spider with a book.
If you ask anyone that knows me they will probably tell you that I am a "country girl pansy". I grew up a tomgirl and grew into a scaredy cat. I used to crawl on hay bales, pee outside, kick boys, and now I couldn't kill a spider to save my life.
Speaking of life, I also have a fear of life in general. I believe that if you aren't scared of the life you are living then you aren't really living. As a mother, I have grown to be afraid of a lot of different things that I did not even know existed inside of me before.
Monday, January 27, 2014
ISFP_Now this should be Interesting!
I just took the "Jung Typology test", and my results were very interesting. According to the type indicator I am a Introvert, Sensing, Feeling, Perceiving personality. I mostly agree with this test, but there are some things that I do disagree with.
I am a major Introvert. However, I would more so refer to myself as an egg shell. I stand around looking at people from a distance and ponder on a lot of different subjects, but when you grab my attention and develop a personal relationship with me, my egg shell becomes cracked. As our relationship grows, my shell cracks even further until I finally crack completely open.
According to the MYERS-BRIGGS type indicator:
As a writer, I feel like the indicator "hit the nail on the head". I have nothing to contrast, because each step given, is each step that I have adopted into my writing process.
I am a major Introvert. However, I would more so refer to myself as an egg shell. I stand around looking at people from a distance and ponder on a lot of different subjects, but when you grab my attention and develop a personal relationship with me, my egg shell becomes cracked. As our relationship grows, my shell cracks even further until I finally crack completely open.
According to the MYERS-BRIGGS type indicator:
"The ISFP student will often...
- Learn most effectively through practical application and hands-on experience
- Struggle with traditional teaching that focuses on theory or abstract thinking
- Be interested in topics that pertain to people
- Prefer adaptable professors that present material in a clear manner
- Doubt implications of good test scores and underestimate their capabilities
- Prefer a quiet study environment"
As a writer, I feel like the indicator "hit the nail on the head". I have nothing to contrast, because each step given, is each step that I have adopted into my writing process.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
I really just want to say that I am having such a hard time trying to think of what to post next. Technically this would be my second pp0st, but I still have no clue. My problem is that I originally wanted to post things about my son, blake. however, I have realized that I will be doing alot of posting about nothing. This is not why I created this blog, and i don;t want to do it. I want to post things that I want to remember the rest of my life and i want others to remember me as well. i want my son to be able to one day be tech sauvy( or however or spell that) and read these opne day. but my english teach, who is pretty awesome as a teacher and as a person, wants me to sit here and write write write.....Okay well thats enough of that....I want to just say that my son who is five years old, is pretty awesome!!! He has already taught me so much and I will have to thank him for that.....So Blake....Thank you!!!! Im supposed to be freewriting right now and I do not know what to say....laksjdfalsjdfsdkfjasdflkjaslkfasdfasdfasdfkjasdfj......thats all Well i have ;3/10 mins left on the clock before my fingers can take a break.....Gosh lookiing at this post i am so embarrassed...I realize how bad my grammar is when I am not trying to make it look nice and neat....Also apparently sentence structure means nothing to me..kdajlkfsjdalskdjfaslkdjfasldkfjasdkjfasdf.......so kajsdfkljasfjlskldfjasdf......my brain does not want to work at all right now I APOLOGIZE....AHHH trying not to hit the backspace
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