Texas Essay

Texas

My dad was born in Texas so we all went there to visit a couple of times. The last time we went we stayed for a week. My great-grandmother owned the house that my dad was raised in. We stayed at her house for a few days, her house smelled like flowers. Her backyard was covered in flowers and plants. It was beautiful. She had a fig tree that she picked from every morning and cut them up to put in her cereal. She was an amazing woman. He taught my dad a lot about gardening, then he tried to teach everything to my brothers and I. It was more of our thing, we used to plant things all around my parents yard. I like to plant just because it reminds me of the days my dad and I used to garden together, it was our thing. I think that us going to his childhood home and going to all the places that he used to go to was pretty cool. I am a born and raised Missourian, he was raised so much differently than me. I learned a lot about my dad. My mom showed me the Walmart that she met my dad in. They used to work together and my dad asked her out, which was kinda a big deal for him because he was super shy.

Most of the time we were there we stayed on the beach. My parents bought a huge tent that had two rooms, one for them and one for my brothers and I. The first night we got to the beach there was jelly fish all over the sand. My parents told us not to touch them because they can sting even after they are dead. We all ran into the water and the waves brought a jelly fish into the water and it got wrapped around my brother, Austin’s thighs.

He screamed and Jake and I tried desperately to get the stingers off his leg but it kept stinging us. Finally the water moved it and we all ran out of the water. My mom brought Austin to hospital to help him. They just gave him some ointment to take the sting out. My mom and I set up the tent while my dad and my brother built a fire. That night we all ate s’mores and watched the stars twinkle off the ocean. I’ll never forget the salty smell and the sound of the waves rolling off the shore.

The next day we all woke up and my mom made us eggs on our portable stove top. Then we set out to go swim in the Gulf of Mexico. The water was so salty that it made our throats burn and our eyes melt. My dad had us all wash our eyes out with the bottles of water and we drank a lot of water that day.

My brothers were very old so my parents didn’t really allow them to go very far in the water without a floaty. My niece was just a baby so I spent most of the time with her. She wanted to dig holes in the sand and cover herself with the warm tan colored sand. She also liked walking to where the water slammed against the sand, she got scared a couple of times. That was my favorite spot, sitting in the cool wet sand next to the water only getting splashed every few minutes. It was so relaxing, smelling the salty water and listening to the music of the ocean, feeling the warm sun on my skin.
One morning when we were there we saw dolphins jumping in the colorful sunrise. The sky seems so much prettier next to the beach. The orange, red, pink, blue, and purple colors reflecting off the ocean.
My parents had one of those floats that is like a bed on water, they didn't lay on it they just both put their arms on it and went pretty far in the water and left me and my brothers in the shallow water and my niece stayed on shore. I tried to go as far as they did but the waves were overwhelming and it was hard to keep my head above water. I wasn't used to having such salty water in my eyes or my throat. It was ridiculous how much salt is in that water! I think that's why my niece didn't get in the water much, she was probably only three years old, she got in the water once and the water burned her eyes and throat then she didn't get in again. The reason she was with us was because my sister (her mom) couldn't go because she had to work but she didn't want Sierra to miss out on the opportunity to go to Texas and sleep at the beach.
 This is the place I chose because this was one of the few vacations that I have been on and everyone always wants to go to the beach, and everyone should go at least once in their lifetime. I want to make memories like these with my daughter.

What is a place essay- Copperhead Road (the correct one)

Copperhead Road

I grew up on a road called Copperhead. It’s in the middle of nowhere land, Bruner, MO. My neighbors and I were in different school districts, my brothers and I went to Ava, one of our neighbors went to Sparta, and another neighbor went to Fordland. My brothers and I ran all over that road, riding our bikes, chasing each other, and hiding from each other. It was where we grew up. We raised all hell in those woods, trying to ride our neighbor’s horses without anyone finding out. We used to climb under the fence and run around the field with the three beautiful horses that roamed the area along the road. One of the male horses was white with painted black dots all over him; he had one crazy blue eye and one black eye. We named him Chocolate Swirl. The female was spotted like a Dalmatian with light brown eyes, she was super sweet, and we named her spots. My favorite had milk chocolate fur with black eyes and a white diamond on his face, his name was Diamond.  My brothers always climbed a tree and tried to jump on the horses when they got close to fence. I would climb on top of the fence so that I could try to get on Diamond. We never actually succeeded on getting on them, but we were very persistent!

There was a few ponds close to the road that we would try to catch frogs in, we tried to skip rocks off the water, we tried to walk on the pond when it was frozen in the winter, we even swam in it a couple times one summer. Obviously that isn't sanitary, so we always had to rinse off with the ice cold water from the water hose before we could even go inside the house. It was a race to see who could rinse off and get in the shower the fastest. I usually lost because my long thick hair would be full of clumps of mud, which took a super long time to rinse out with the agonizingly cold water. 

Jake and Austin always liked to try to do tricks on their bikes; they were pretty good considering it was on a dirt road. They made ramps and tried to jump over obstacles. I tried it once, it was horrific. I went on the ramp and somehow I landed on my back with the bike on top of me. I landed on the cloud of sharp spears. It didn’t cause any real damage just a few cuts and bruises. My brothers are super protective; they have an epic episode when I get hurt. It’s sweet, but just ridiculous. My mom cleaned up my bloody knees and elbows and put some Band-Aids on me.

When I was in elementary school the school bus had a different route, so I had to walk down a huge steep hill on a small path through the woods. My older brother was a senior in high school and I was in Kindergarten. We walked down that road every morning and every afternoon after school. After that year my brother graduated and he was kind of scared of walking down the path in the woods at night so I had to do it by myself a lot. I was young and unaware of all the terrifying things in the world, so I didn’t mind. Near the end on my first grade year I was walking home after school and I came across a snake. It hissed at me its scary eyes staring into my soul. I backed up and started throwing rocks at it while I was screaming my head off. The disgusting snake quickly slithered out of the path. I ran like the boogie man was behind me the whole way home, never turning around, never stopping to take a breathe until I walked into my house. The road was called Copperhead Road because it used to have a lot of copperheads all over the area. There were definitely a lot of snakes around that area, snakes just happen to be my biggest fear!

Later the school decided that the bus should go by our house so that we didn’t have to walk in the woods anymore. My brothers started going to school my second grade year so they never had to walk down that path. The bus is how we met most of our neighbors and made plenty of friends around our house. My brothers are twins so they got popular pretty fast. I guess people think twins are the coolest thing since sliced bread. I never really thought about it, we didn’t really even notice until we started going to school and everyone started making a big deal about them looking exactly the same.

I had a neighbor that lived less than a mile from me; she has been my best friend since we were in diapers. We used to sneak out of the road and meet in the middle. One day it was raining really hard and we were in our pajamas, we ran up and down the muddy dirt road. We jumped in every mud puddle trying to splash each other. My pajamas were white before I left the house, after that day I had to throw them away. Marina and I had a lot of fun that day!

After a while Marina and I started telling our parents that we were just going to go jogging together. To be honest I’m not sure her mom liked that very much because she thought I was a bad influence, the truth is Marina was crazy! I was the ‘let’s go have fun’ type of girl and she was the ‘let’s get into trouble’ type of girl. Not a good combination. We never did anything too crazy, but we had a lot of good times and there are a lot of good memories on Copperhead Road.

What is a place essay- Copperhead road

Copperhead Road

I can’t believe I let Maria talk me into coming to the club tonight. I stand in front of the mirror trying on every outfit in my closet, it seems like nothing looks the way i want it to. I can’t seem to get comfortable in my own skin. Every dress is too tight around my breasts; my friends are all flat chested so of course they like to make fun of the gigantic pillows on my chest. Just when im about to give up and just go to sleep, i find the right dress. I put it on, its black and has a deep v-cut, it goes right above my knees and the slit comes half way up my leg, and it has long sleeves. I'm finishing up my hair when there's a knock on the door. I let Maria in and she is going on and on about how we will have a one night stand with someone tonight and we won’t remember a thing in the morning. I get my daughters clothes packed to stay the night with her father for the night. I dropped her off earlier and told him i would drop the clothes off on my way to the club. Usually im the responsible one, i stay home with Chloe, i have a full time job, and im in college. He is the one that lives with his mom and runs around with his friends doing drugs, and anyone with legs. The only reason im letting him take her tonight is because i know that his mom will be the one taking care of her.

Maria and I get in her sports car with the top down. I decide that im gonna just let everything go and im gonna have fun tonight. At the club we sit at a table and start drinking immediately. Soon we are giggling and talking about how petty our problems are. Then a man walks up to the table and asks Maria to dance, she gives me a questioning glance and i tell her to go ahead. I sit at the table alone and watch Maria walking away. She’s tall, and very slender, her blonde straight hair goes half way down her back. She’s wearing a wild animal print dress that barely covers her butt; her heels must be six inches long! I don’t understand how that girl can walk in those darn things. The man is very handsome, slender with black hair and brown eyes, he’s wearing ripped jeans and a black button up shirt. They get to the floor and start grinding on each other. I sit in the seat alone in the club like a loser and convince myself that i need another drink. I walk over to the bar, trying not to fall from the heels im wearing, as im about to order a Bahama Mama a man walks up to me and tries to strike up a conversation by complimenting my perfect dress. I just smile, and try to brush him off. He’s very persistent so i let him buy me a drink. We sit at the table, having a normal conversation and i realize this man is possibly the hottest man in here. He is very tan, black hair, blue eyes, tall, and very muscular. He could be a model! The more he talks the more i can’t seem to keep my eyes off of him. What was his name? Josh? Jeremy? Im not sure.

He asks me to dance with him, for some reason it seems that the alcohol has made it much easier to walk in these heels. We start to dance, my arms around his neck and his around my waist. Suddenly i start to feel dizzy and i can’t seem to concentrate, my legs go numb and i lean on him so i don’t fall on the ground. I hear voices but i can’t understand any words, i can’t recognize any faces.

When i wake up im in a cold, dark, wet, cement room. Im lying on the ground with a pillow under my head. I start to raise my head but it’s no use my head feels too heavy. I just lay there unable to figure out what series of events led me here. Is Maria playing a joke on me? I can’t see anything. I start to groan, not able to pronounce any real words and the man from the club opens the door allowing a ridiculous bright light to hit me, im blinded. He asks if i need anything, i try to ask him what’s happening and where i am, but i can’t. The longer i lay here unable to speak or raise my head the more im terrified. The last thing i remember is dancing with him and feeling dizzy. He slams the heavy door shut and with that I hear someone else groaning, the voice sounds familiar... Is that Maria? None of this makes sense. I feel helpless. I slowly start to lean forward, my brain is jello, i try to see something, anything, but it’s too dark. I try to crawl towards Maria's voice. I finally reach her and i try to speak but it’s a lost cause. She grabs my hand and i know that this isn’t a joke, something horrible is happening.

            Maria talks trying to talk and with every noise she makes the more my heart pounds in my chest. Did someone drug us? Im getting deep into thought trying to remember what had happened, when a man opens the door. He looks familiar but I don’t know how. He starts talking; I can’t concentrate on the words just the sound of his voice. He walks closer to us, saying the same thing only louder and Maria jumps, she starts crawling away from him like she knows him. Suddenly, he walks over to her and grabs her face, he says with a sly smile “I thought I recognized you at the club, you’re the daughter of the lawyer. The lawyer that was supposed to protect him. But he failed and now my brother is in prison for life for something he didn’t do. Well if my brother is going to spend life in prison so will his daughter.”  Then he smacks her across the face hard. She screams and I try to run to her but someone grabs me. I turn and notice that the man I was dancing with is holding my arms behind my back. I give him a questioning gaze and he whispers in my ear sweetly, “Im sorry, you’re gonna be okay just trust me.” Then he throws me on the ground and says that next time there will be serious consequences if I do that again.

            The men leave the room, they heavy door slams and the only noise I hear is Maria’s cries. I crawl to her and try to calm her down and realize I can talk again. I ask her as understandingly as I can, “Who is that man? How did we get here? And why does he think your father is a lawyer?” She looks just as bewildered as I am. Obviously she hasn’t found her voice yet. I looks around the room. There is a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, the men must have turned it on when they stormed through here. The walls are all concrete with green mold up the ceiling. There are a few puddles of gross brown water in the corners. We must be in a basement. This room looks familiar for some reason, but I can’t understand how this creepy old basement could be a memory to me.    

            We hear a gun shot and I run to Maria, terrified that , the lunatic is going to shoot her. The grey metal door swings open and slams against the wall. The man I was dancing with runs in and grabs my arm, begging me to trust him. He drags me to my feet then does the same to Maria, she still hasn’t gotten her balance so he throws her over his shoulder. He grabs my hands and yanks me hard. He walks so fast that its almost considered running. He tells me to keep my eyes on him and just to follow him, but I look around the room. Lying on the floor face down is the man that smacked Maria. I don’t see where he was shot, but he is laying in a ocean of his own blood. The man pulls my arm and gives me a scolding look for not listening to him. He leads us outside, we aren’t in town anymore we are in the middle of no where. This place looks familiar. He puts Maria in the car and tells me to drive home. I tell him that I don’t know how to get home, my voice shaking and I sound like a scared child. He looks confused, then says accusingly “you were raised just a few blocks from here. Your just shaken up a bit. When you start driving you will rememeber how to get home.”

When i start driving i see the spot that my brothers and i used to hide from the neighbors in. I see the blackberry bush that we stole berries from and the field with the pond that we threw rocks into. This is where i grew up... Maria grew up less than a mile from me, she must remember this place too. I see the nieghbor guy's house that she thought she was in love with. Maria is just staring out the window, theres nothing being said to each other. We dont talk the whole hour and a half drive back into town. I drive to my house and call my daughter's father to make sure that she is okay. This long night seems like it was a month, I miss Chole, but im too scared to bring her home yet. I tell him that we were kidnapped and that i want her to stay another night with him to make sure that we werent followed, i want her to stay safe. Maria stays the night with me, we are too scared to be alone. Horrified of what could happen if they come back.

The next morning Maria and I wake up, snuggled next to each other like we are little girls again. Everything is okay we made it threw the night. I  wake her up, tears flooding my face at the realization of what had happend to us yesterday. Then i realize that we has been crying too. We sit on the bed crying on each others shoulders. We have no idea what to do next, should we tell the police? I take a shower and get ready to go see Chole, Im never having a night out again... I'll stick to being the boring single mom.


 

It’s not plagiarism, it’s an easy essay

This website is kind of insulting to anyone that actually pays attention to how he answered the questions. He pretty much says that if you arent good at english then you should just give up and focus on the things that you are good with. Why waste your time trying to learn something that you wont need for your career choice? Can anyone think of any careers in the U.S. that doesnt involve specching sentences? I sure cant! Its around $16 for my one page of the essay... Thats like a dollar a minute! It would be cheaper to do it yourself. Why do people always have to cheat their way out of things? A essay is how you feel about something or the facts about whatever your giving your speech on. Why is that so hard for people to wrap their minds around? Its not a hard task. You do research, learn about something and write it down, or type it up for an essay. Theres supposedly not plagiraism, who knows maybe there isnt. They said they are started to use a guy from India to help write the speeches, hes a professior at a college in India. How many professiors to you know that would help cheat a kid out of his/her education? I feel like this is all a sham. A professiors job is to teach, not to help someone cheat. Im sure everyone has thought about using something like this in highschool. But this is the real world and the fact that they say that you shouldnt waste your time on something you arent good at just isnt a good point of view. You work on the things you arent good at to improve it.

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point of view- pigeon mission

2nd Agent

Today was my first day on the job. I was just suppose to get the suitcase to my advisor and watch how he does business. I walk to the road and hand him the suitcase in a sneaky fashion. I walk over to the corner and stand next to the tree, i watch him. He sits on the bench, opens the suitcase and starts eating his bagel. He notices a pigeon standing on the back of the bench close to him staring down his bagel. He tears off a piece of the bagels and throws it, it bird looks at the piece he threw then back at him. The bird obviously wanted the whole thing not just a piece, he flew off the back of the bench and went after Bob, my advisor, Bob threw the bagel and the bird threw to retrieve it and when the bird sat on the top of the suticase the case fell over, enclosing the bird inside. Bob noticed what happened and went to go get the bird out, but the bird started pushing buttons. The case fell around, then started shooting lasers everywhere. It was chaos! Bob was hiding in the door way of a shoppe and the bird was flying around inside the case and shooting everything just looking for the bagel. Bob ran out and the case came back shooting at him, he hit the ground and noticed the bagel. He used the bagel to get the birds attention, he tried to pry the bird out of the case dangling the bagel as bait. The bird noticed the trap and went back in the case, the bird point the gun at Bob telling him to set the bagel on the ground. Bob started to set the bagel down, then he threw it in the air, the bird looked up at the bagel and Bob knocked the bird out of the case, as the bagel came down it must've hit the big red no-touchy-button. The rocket started to fly in the air and Bob used the jetpack built into the case and chased after it., the bird chased after him. persistent to get that bagel. The bird landed on the suitcase and stared him right in the eyes, daring him to shoot him. He really wanted that bagel. Bob opened the suitcase and the bagel flew in the air, the bird flew after the bagel and Bob used a missile to shoot down the rocket. When Bob got back on the ground he looked at the bird, then in the air and noticed that the rocket was coming down, he gave that stubborn bird a sly smile and walked away. The rocket landed right on the bird and his bagel, making the pigeon part of the pavement.

the process of making pie

I chose pie because my mom and i would make pies together for the holidays we would make lots of pie crusts the day before then put them in the freezer over night and make the pie filling the next morning and pill the pie crusts as we made the fillings and put them in the oven. It was a bonding time for my mom and i. She taught me how to make a lot of the stuff that we made on holidays but the pie crusts has the most meaning because we just sat at the dining room table and put all the ingredients together and rolled the crust, joking around being silly, jamming out to some oldies music and talking about anything and everything.

 

The process of making pie is easy, that's probably why people say "its easy as pie."

 First you add flour in a bowl and you get cold butter and cut it into smaller pieces, then you smash the butter with your fingers, in the flour, but don't touch the butter too much because you don't want it to melt. Then you get a measuring cup and put ice water in it. After you get done smashing all the butter add the ice cold water with a tablespoon working it into the crust until all the dough sticks together, but the crust should be dry. If you add too much water you can add a little more flour to dry it up. When your finally done with kneading the dough you roll it into a ball and start to roll it out with a rolling pin. It should be pretty thin, but not so thin that you cant pick it up and put it in the pie dish. After you get done rolling it, i like to place the pie dish upside down on it to make sure that the crust will cover the whole dish, if it does then i pick up the crust and put it in the dish and cut the crust that goes off the side and decorate the outer edges.

 If I'm gonna finish the pie the next day i just put the crust in the freezer and finish in the morning, but if I'm doing it that day i go ahead and add the pie fillings then put it in the oven and boom its done. My favorite is my moms pecan pie but I've never made that before. I always make apple pie, with the canned apple but i add cinnamon sugar.

 

My mom found the recipe for the pie crust in the recipe that we have from my great grandmother on my dads side. My grandma on my moms side couldn't cook to save her life! Honestly my mom and her kids are pretty much the only people in our family that can cook. My mom taught all her kids how to cook and bake including the boys. She always said that everyone should know how to cook, we need to know how to take care of ourselves. She told me that i need to learn how to cook because when i have a family i need to know how to feed them without them wanting to starve themselves! When my daughter gets old enough to start helping me i will teach her how to make the pies and the Christmas cookies. Baking and cooking with my mom for the holidays was something that i will never forget, its very sentimental to me. Even now that i don't live with her i like to come help with the pies and i bring some of my own pies.

 

 

 

 I don't know how to make her pecan pie (its on my to-do list) but i do make other kinds of pies. I like the experiment and try new types of pies. Last year i made a blueberry pie and a apple pie. I left the blueberry pie at my parents house and my mom called me and told me that my dad and brothers were fighting over the last piece of the pie. Traditionally my mom only made pumpkin pie and pecan pie. I bring the variety! ;) i don't make very many pies, in fact last year i only made two. My older sister is convinced that i will take over the holiday stress of having the family over and cooking, but i am fighting it for now! Misty, my sister, usually brings a bunch of dips and a dirt cake because dirt cake is her husband's favorite and his birthday is Christmas Eve. Sometimes my older brother Joseph brings apple pie, its been a few since that's happened. My aunt and uncle buy rolls and the bring soda. After we eat our huge meal we sit around eating pie and playing games. All the guys play poker and the girls sit at a different table playing board games with the kids.

lightning

 

 

 

 

Lightning

The sky is a fascinating place. One of my favorite things to watch in the sky is lightning. Its always different, they never look the same and the large, sudden bolts of light fill every ones eyes with awe. When i was younger my parents gave me the room with the most windows because i love to look outside while I'm laying in bed, lightning storms were my favorite nights, listening to the calm rain and watching all the bright, breath taking lights fill the night sky. Its just stunning. It can be dangerous too though. People have been seriously injured some even killed. Even trees aren't safe from lightning, sometimes the lightning strikes the trees and they catch on fire and the tree is fried or it strikes limping and they fall off. Lightning is very dangerous but its so beautiful. Isn't that the way it always works? Beautiful things are always dangerous.

I will never do that again

I will never climb a tree in an area with snakes again. My parents live out in the country and they have chickens. My brothers and i used to climb a tree next to the chicken coop, we would race to the top of the tree then we would jump down on the shed. Well one day we were climbing the tree and i got to the top and there was two black snakes in my face, i just froze and cried asking them to go get our dad, when they got out of the tree i started to back away from the snakes that were hissing in my face and not paying any attention to where i was stepping and i fell out of the tree and both the snakes fell on top of me. I stood up and just ran, i ran past the house i just kept running until i felt like i was a safe distance from the snakes and i was crying and when i stopped i realized i was shaking and my heartbeat was racing from the run but mostly from my biggest fear staring me right in the eyes.

I will never go into an abodadoned shed with my brothers and dig threw drawers again. We were digging threw them and we saw something that looked plastic, austin grabbed it and it was a oposum! It hissed and spun around austin had it by the tail it tried to bite austin but he dropped it sooo fast and we all jumped out the window and screamed like a bunch of school girls until we got to the house, then i was laughing about how ridicoulous the whole thing was, but my brothers didnt find the humor in it. Boys dont like being scared or screaming like girls and running away from something so they were really mad and they got mad at me for laughing.

"she is Blonde"
She looks like a model, her light colored hair glowing in the sunlight. Her looks betray how smart she truely is. Most people think you cant be smart and beautiful, but she has it all. She has bright blue eyes and tan skin, that smells of tropical flowers.

"the toddler was angry"
She ran threw the house screaming and throwing her hands in the air, she flung her little body against the floor and started banging her head against the cool hardwood floor. She screams a high pitched cry, her beautiful blue eyes are red and puffy, her face is ruby colored, and her body is burning with rage.

"I was unhappy"
I was unhappy when my ex called me last night asking to see my daughter, he sees her for a couple weeks then he disappears for months. Its not fair to her to have a dad that is around only when it is convient. He thinks partying is more important, he doesnt have a job, car, home, nothing! he lives with his mom, but he is hardly ever home. He goes out with his friends then tells everyone he doesnt have a phone or anyway of getting ahold of anyone, im not sure if he lives in the 21st century. Maybe he rides around on a horse and buggy too. Excuses. Lies. Thats all anyone ever hears come out of that ignorant mans mouth. My daughter deserves better. I dont yell, i keep my calm. The man that has ruined so many things is trying to continue the pattern, i just let him know he can do what he has to, but he will not see her.

Cooking something

Family holidays are always fun and require lots of time in the kitchen! (unless you buy everything at the store pre-made.) My mom cooks everything from stratch, and she is an awesome cook. She makes about 12 pies for Thanksgiving and 15 for Christmas. We used to make the pie crusts the day before and put them in the freezer from the next day. Then we would start making the pie filling in the morning. I always helped her, but never actually knew what i was doing until i got older and moved out. I still dont know her pecan pie recipe, which is by far my favorite pie that she makes. I have never had pecan pie anywhere else that i liked, only hers. My aunt always says that mom spoiled our taste buds because after we ate her food nothing else seemed as good. Making pies with my mom is one of my favorite things i did with her. She taught me how to make almost everything that i know. I am more of a baker and she is the cook. She taught me more cooking.

free writing- where would you rather be

I would rather three years older, with a nursing degree and a great job to support my daughter and myself. I would rather be working in a small drs clinic where everyone is friendly and knows each others name. I want to be in a beautiful house with a garden in the back yard that smells of spring, and looks like a green haven with a hammock and a pool. I want a front yard with a big Magnolia tree and rose bushes down the sides of the house. My daughter would be in kindergarten and life would finally not be in pause anymore, just waiting for something good to happen because everything would be happening.

This house has a Rome looking outside with a tall ceiling and a bird bath in the front yard, beautiful and trimmed rose bushes down the sides of the house. I big Magnolia tree in the front yard kind of off to the side of the house with big pink flowers blooming and waxy green leaves. The house has a circle driveway. There is a cream colored garage and everything is organized on the walls, all the gardening stuff is put away and everything is neat and tidy. The kitchen is huge, with lots of counter space and an island in the middle. The cabinets are black and the walls are white.

You can hear the birds singing and the wind blowing. There are bees buzzing in the garden and children laughing down the street. There is a low noise of jazzy music playing in the back ground and you can hear the water in the pool moving with the wind. The leaves are blowing and hitting against each other making all the beautiful sounds that spring brings.

The flowers are soft and delicate with a leathery texture, the grass is smooth and relaxing under my feet, the water in the pool is cool with a bed floaty that feels like laying on a cool cloud. The house has a clay effect and the floors are brick with gloss on top to make the smooth. The tea is cool and refreshing.

The flowers have a sweet smell mixed with the smell of the clorine in the pool and grill of the nieghbors having a bbq. The house smells like fruit and the smell of the brisky warm breeze brings me to my senses. The smells bring me to the brink of sleeping. The cookies in the oven smell sweet and chocolately.

The tea is bitter and cold, i can feel the caffine sinking in my blood stream. I taste the chocolatey cookies, still warm from the oven, all the chocolate chips are melted and gooey. The smell of the pool is so intoxicating i can taste the cholrine in the back of my throat.

In this house before i moved in people told me that a couple lived here, but they got too old to take care of themselves so they moved to a nursing home. The womans parents lived here, and the couple got married in the backyard, they have been married over 50 years and they have lived here their whole marriage. They rebuilt most of the house and added on too the oringinal rooms. They had three kids grow in this house and they were sad that they couldnt pass the house down to their kids, they wanted to pass it down but the kids all had a home and they decided to sell the hosue to move into a nice nursing home.

Senses-describe an image

The colorful lizards, one with swigily lines down its back in the colors red, blue, black and orange. Another is bright green with red dots down its sides and a spiney red and black line down its back. The last one is yellow with fish egg shaped bubbles down its sides with red dots in the center and a red, blue, and orange cloudy line down in the center of his back. All of them are circling a bright blue feather with big white dots on it, on top of a colorful blanket. The blanket looks like its from Mexico with big solid red lines next to smaller colorful lines of red, pink, blue, green. purple, yellow, orange, and red, The lizards have different eyes, the one with the fish eggs has red beady eyes, the green one with red dots has huge eyes with small green puepils, and the colorful striped one has big blue eyes that look sad. The feather is floating on the blanket its not touching anthing but its staying still. The blanket is bunched up like it was neatly folded then something knocked it over, its a neat mess.

101-111 Hells and Heavens

My hells and heavens this week... this week as been a crazy week. Ill start with my hells, my mom lost her job a couple days ago and she helps me pay my bills alot because i am a single mother and i am a full time student so its hard to find a good paying job to afford everything. I also had to meet with my exs mom so that she could see my daughter because she hasnt seen her since Christmas, thats always dreadful! Of course that family always tries to make me look like a terrible person because i left a relationship that i wasnt happy in and i knew i could do better. I havent seen my daughters dad since before Christmas because he isnt exactly the type of person i want around her. After i left drugs became his best friend and he became homeless and jobless. He lives with his mom now but he usually doesnt come home because he parties. My heaven part is that i got a job that i really wanted and i didnt think that i would get it because it is such a good job and i cried on the phone when he told me i was hired, Its a CNA job which is a great job for someone that wants to be in the nursing field and it was just a huge relief and it came at a good time. I also have done pretty well on my mid-terms this week. My daughter and i got to spend monday together because class was cancelled on monday. I also let my daughter sleep with me last night because she busted her lip on her bed rail and couldnt fall asleep. I think that i have more heaven than hell in my life right now. I have a wonderful daughter, a great new job and a beautful home.

No (is, am, are, was, were, has, have, had)

There was a short, bald, young brown-eyed baby girl that was loud and funny. Later in life she grew to be tall with long straight hair and she became more shy and mad at the world. It got to the point of being rude to everyone that crossed her path or looked at her funny. She was very skeptical of the people around her and had a hard time trusting people, ever since her father decided to leave her and her mother alone. The older she got the more angry she became with the world, eventaully she dyed her hair blue and wore it curly,she also got her ears gauged and she was very pale skinned. probably because she locked herself in her room everyday after school and never wanted to go out with anyone. She was depressed, and angry with the world for allowing her father to leave her all alone, she needed him.
When she got older she was tall, with short blonde hair, and she wore glasses. She decided to forgive the man that had given her life. She was now smart and educated, and most importantly happy. Those days that she lived in the dark came to an end all because she decided to forgive the man that had abandoned her. Now she is in college and on her way to becoming a successful lawyer, she already works as an assistant. She is well on her way to living a happy and full life. She is engaged and soon to be married to the man of her dreams, a man that would never leave his family, or her. Her mother is retired and married to a new wonderful man and everything is all right with the world. Those years of suffering were worth the joy they feel now.



My friend Alisha could be the most complex person ever. I describe her as hilarious, volumous, frustated, but most of all depressed. Her father left when her at a young age, since then she feels like she cant trust anyone. I remember when we attended in middle school she ran away and dyed her hair aqua. With her  turquoise hair, gauged ears, and the sad eyes the color of the sky during a thunder storm she always looked lost. She would never go outside with me, she stayed locked up in her room, her skin the color of paper and she looked fragile. In our last few years of high school she looked more joyeous and she could be the smartest person that i know. She worked as a assistant at a law firm, attended law school and her hair returned back to being the color of the sun, she always straighened the long silky strands. She looked more professional and wore specticles that she didnt even require, she believed they made her look smarter, and they did! We ate lunch together the other day discussing our lives, laughing at old baby pictures, our mothers brought us into the world hairless, helpless, and innocent, unaware of how cruel the world truely could be, we learned to go with the flow and learn our lessons, now we could be describled as at peace with the tides that threw us around in the past.

Dictionary Words

Once upon a time there was a girl that drove by a house the color of butter everyday, dreaming of someday living in this beautiful house next to the beach. Its ridiculous the price they are asking for the house, but it definitely seemed worth it to LaKesha. One day she decided to talk to the people that were selling the house and she tried to talk them down on the wonky price. Instead they went up. She was totally upset by the "delightful" home owners. She walked away calling them Do-dos under her breath. She was walking by the house on her way to work the next day and saw a crazy couple moving in. They were jumping around and throwing boxes into her dream home. She approached them and asked if they needed any help and she realized that the man was her best friend's boyfriend.... This married man just bought a new house with his WIFE. really? This man didn't recognize me, hes a total dork. He wears thick glasses with duct tape holding  them together in the middle, he actually had on suspenders! I almost didn't recognize him. When hes with my best friend he has slicked back hair and seriously looks like he could be a model. Whoa! I told my friend about it that night when i got home and she didn't seem surprised. "So?" is the only thing she said. This girl was nothing like my best friend. I didn't even recognize her. I have to find out what going on in this wonky situation. Fungo! That's right ill do it by myself. I was totally shocked that my friend was OK with this rude man's behavior. The next day i went to the man's house and confronted him, asked him what he had going on. "Bazinga!" he yelled. In my mind i was thinking wow... this man is crazy. What a lunatic. Then he went on to say "I knew when you came over here yesterday that you are best friends with my girlfriend, the woman that i live with is my wife. But I only live with her to take care of her on her last few weeks to live, she has cancer and she wont be alive much longer. I don't want to tell her about YoLanda because i want her to be happy and enjoy life. She loves the bubbles between her toes on the beach and i knew she always wanted this house so i bought it for her." This man is knackered. This makes no sense. Why would Yolanda put herself in this situation with this man? I remained speechless and the man offered me a cookie, I declined and he ate it. The most outrageous snorffling noise came out. Ha ha! What a dork!

Physical/ personal traits

There was a short, bald, young brown-eyed baby girl that was loud and funny. Later in life she grew to be tall with long straight hair and she became more shy and mad at the world. It got to the point of being rude to everyone that crossed her path or looked at her funny. She was very skeptical of the people around her and had a hard time trusting people, ever since her father decided to leave her and her mother alone. The older she got the more angry she became with the world, eventaully she dyed her hair blue and wore it curly,she also got her ears gauged and she was very pale skinned. probably because she locked herself in her room everyday after school and never wanted to go out with anyone. She was depressed, and angry with the world for allowing her father to leave her all alone, she needed him.

When she got older she was tall, with short blonde hair, and she wore glasses. She decided to forgive the man that had given her life. She was now smart and educated, and most importantly happy. Those days that she lived in the dark came to an end all because she decided to forgive the man that had abandoned her. Now she in college and on her way to becoming a successful lawyer, she already works as an assistant. She is well on her way to living a happy and full life. She is engaged and soon to be married to the man of her dreams, a man that would never leave his family, or her. Her mother is retired and married to a new wonderful man and everything is all right with the world. Those years of suffering where worth the joy they feel now.

Heart shaped cookie cutter

My prompt is a heart shaped cookie cutter. I think this cookie cutter must have been used when she was making cookies and her and her children cut out the cookies together. Or maybe she made cookies and she used this cookie cutter to make heart shaped cookies for valentines day or maybe she just made cookies for her husband and loved ones. I think that making cookies with kids is a great and fun way to spend time with your kids, plus you are teaching them measurements and how to make cookies and how long to bake them. Its always a good idea to get kids involved in cooking and other things like cleaning out. My daughter is only 18 months and she helps me around the house a little. Mostly with laundry, i take the clothes out of the washer and i put a few small things on the lid of the dryer and she pushes it in, then she closes the lid to the dryer and i start it up. She thinks its a game and its a great way to slowly work them into always helping you clean. In fact sometimes she will clean up after herself, after she gets done playing with her toys sometimes she will put them back where she got them and when she does i clap and cheer so that maybe she will continue to do that. She doesnt do it very often but im working with her. I think that if kids start that kind of stuff really young they will always know its expected of them and they will just do it. My mom did everything around the house until my brothers and i were teenagers. By the time we were teenagers we were used to being lazy and having mom take care of us, so we had a hard time cleaning up after ourselves, and by that i mean... we just really didnt want to. Now that i live alone with just my daughter and i, i love things to be in their place and i hate clutter, im kind of ocd about all of it. When i still lived at home with my mom we would all make fun of her because she would totally freak out at how messy the house was and in our mind it wasnt that bad, now im the same way she was. Im not as much of a neat freak as her but i think that everything should be in its place.

Naked Chocolate

My prompt is naked chocolate, the first thing in my mind is that it is organic chocolate, the box is kinda fancy with pink and brown checkers and the word naked has the N, K, and D in a colorful box around them. Im thinking that this chocolate was an early valentines day present, maybe this was a present from her husband because he did something to upset her. Isnt that the only time guys go out of their way to do something nice? When they do something wrong they feel the need to do something nice to even it out. Chocolate is usually a good way to make a girl get over something, but im thinking that girls should never ever tell a guy that because who knows! Maybe eventually they will think chocolate doesnt work anymore and they will start giving you bigger and better things like a car or a diamond necklace! The only time my ex got me chocolate was when he did something that he knew i knew about or if he did something and he needed to tell me about it. He would tell me the bad news then give me the chocolate. Eventually the chocolate didnt work anymore, apparently because he is my ex now. ha! In all honesty he has absoutly nothing to do with chocolate or the lack there of...

People say chocolate is a stress reliever, im not sure if thats true, but if they think it makes them happy then who am i to argue? Chocolate is cheap and some chocolates are healthier than cakes and ice cream! I dont think i ever turn to chocolate or any food for that matter when im upset... Ususally i just lay on the sofa and watch sad, heart-breaking, im-crying-my-eyes-out-and-it-feels-good movies.

Mind Map

My mind map was about life, the easiest thing for me to write about was family. With my family i put spending time with them and being able to go on vacations and watch my daughter grow and learn new things. I also put going to the zoo because i fully intend on bringing willow to the zoo this summer. I want us to have game night and movie nights, family is very important to me and i dont want to get so wrapped up in the other things in my life that i dont get to spend time and enjoy my family. Willow is already 18 months old and that has gone by way too fast already i dont want to look back and know that i missed out, i want to remember everything and be able to have a great relationship with my family. I also wrote about friends. My friends and i are crazyy! I put dancing and singing badly because that is our signature best friend trait! I also put shopping and im not a shopping diva but i do enjoy walking around town, spending money with my friends. My work goals are to excel and earn money, i want to make it to nursing and in order to do that i have to go to school. School was another catergoery.

What if everything in history was a lie

Have you ever wondered if everything we have ever heard about history is a lie? How would we know the difference? We werent there, we just know the stories that we passed on from generation to generation! What if the Boston Massacre never happened? What if the Constitution was really just something a bunch of everyday normal people came up with on accident then said it was a big deal when they were writing it? What if there really wasnt any dinosuars? Sure there has been fossils found, but how do we know that they were here so long ago? I do believe a lot of what i am told and taught about history but whos to say we dont just hear one side of the story? What if we make the good guys sound bad later on in history? Does history even really matter? Yes it does, History is what made us who we are, reguardless of where we came from. Our history defines our place in this world. Without all the wars we wouldnt be as powerful as we are. We wouldnt be the land of the FREE. I support our troops 100 percent. Some people think that war is wrong or cruel but the truth is, that everyone fights for what they believe. Those brave men and women put there life out to protect us and our families! People that dont agree with the military are ungrateful. Im sure the people that dont agree with the military have fought for themselves and their families, the only difference is that the military is fighting for people they dont even know. That is true courage. I think that everyone has the right to their opinion but seriously if your opinion is going to hurt someone then you shouldnt speak it. Just something to think about. :)

P.S. This is just the random things that are going on in my noggin!

What if we didnt have computers

What if computers were even invented? Would they have come up with another crazy technology to contact people or would we still be writing letters? Would our lives be as fast paced or less fast paced? Computers are a huge part of our social lifes. Without the computer we wouldnt have internet then we couldnt get on facebook, or twitter, or even our netflix! Its true that the computer was possibly one of the best inventions of all time, but if they werent invented and we didnt know any better would we still be riding around on horses and having caligraphy classes? Everything is on the computer now a days. Some grown adults have hand writing that looks like a 1st graders. Caligraphy has completely gone out the window. Even in school you type everything and print it out to give to the teachers. Some people dont even know how to write or read cursive. What has happened to us?

What if.. There was a cure for cancer

Where did cancer come from? I dont think there was cancer way back in the day! But cancer is a very serious problem now. Lots of people have died or been affected by cancer. What if there was a cure for cancer? Would there be some new kind of disease? One way worse than cancer? Cancer is a scary word. But what if we cure cancer then something far more scary comes along? Maybe an effect from the cure, no i dont mean Zombies! Who knows what that kind of cure could do. Im not saying there shouldnt be a cure for cancer, because i think that we will find a cure soon and thats is great! I think that everyone would be so desperate to cure there cancer that they wouldnt care about the side effects. That could be scary. I hope that they do find a cure for cancer, in fact i would like to be a part of the team that is trying to find a cure. I have always been interested in cancer.. which may sound crazy but even as a little kid i would read books and listen to peoples stories about their fights with cancer or their family or friends fighting cancer. I would love to save people from cancer and i think that cancer is what im interested in because i have had family die from cancer. I have family that has had cancer and lived. Why do some people die from cancer and others dont? How do you know or not know if you have cancer? There are sooo many questions about cancer and not enough answers. Cancer is one of the big mysteries and i want to be the detective. Cancer comes in so many forms, would one cure, cure all the different types of cancers or would there be a different cure for each type of cancer? One of these days we will find a cure.

What if....

What if there was a cure for cancer..
What if people never got old...
what if we always knew we would wake up the next morning
What if we didnt have to worry about our children everyday with all the craziness in the world.
What if we could fly
What if there was life on the other planets
What if purple hair was normal?
What if we really do have the hunger games at one point in history?
What if everything we have ever heard about our history was a lie?
What if we taught our kids not fear the unknown?
What if we really could live under water?
What if we live forever?
What if we never had any hard times and just the good ones?
What if there wasnt murder or harm caused on other people?

High School

High School is something that everyone remembers for the rest of their lives. My high school expirence did get cut short, but i loved high school. Its ok if that makes me sound like a nerd. I liked being with my friends and being a crazy teenager. In high school i was always the crazy one out of me and my friends. I used to run track and after track we always went to Ava Drug which is a place with ridiculously cheap ice cream and soda, that was the place everyone went to meet up after class. Well one day after track practice my friends and i walked in the pooring rain and went to ava drug from the track field (thats not a very short walk) after we got our ice cream and soda we walked to Walmart which again is not a short walk and it was raining cats and dogs! By the time we got to Walmart we were dripping wet and we had to focus on not falling due to our puddles of water that was pouring off of us, we put on some sunglasses and pushed each other around in a wheel barrow and we hid in the trash cans when the walmart staff was walking by, we were being ninjas. At one point i ran away from my friends and hid everyone was looking around and then we started chasing each other. Surprisingly we didnt get kicked out but thats probably because we were super stealth and none of the staff really saw us.

I was also in a video class for a semester. We got to walk around the schoool with the video recorders and make videos of either ourselves or other students. Which gave us a good reason to get the rest of our friends out of class. Well one day we made a video about my friend and i fighting over a boy, the video was way too ridiculous and it was super embarrasing when we played it in front of the whole class but we had fun! We also made a video about a guy that was a music artist that we were crazy about and we were talking about how much we loved him (he wasnt a real music artist, he was a kid in the class) well im sure we made him feel pretty hot.

High school was a pretty fun and exciting time in my life. Its a time that i will carry with me to my grave!

Absoutely No Reason

There are plenty of things in this world that happen for no reason what so ever. A lot of them happen due to cause and effect. Sometimes people complain about the hand they were dealt in life but the fact of the matter is, is that anyone can change there life around. The reason you are where you are is because of the choices you have made in life. Sometimes people are born into a bad situation, but its NEVER too late to turn things around. The same goes for good things, sometimes people have good things and they mess it up and then they wonder what went wrong. The way i see it is that you must always work at being a better person. Good things happen to good people. Sure sometimes bad things happen to bad people but hey thats life! Life isnt all about the good times, bad things happen too and they make you a better and wiser person. When i was a Junior in high school i got pregnant, of course i had the 'Why me?' going threw my mind a lot. The truth is it was my fault and i had to face what was happening head on! I finished high school, and now i attend OTC and my daughter is the highlight of my life, i do not regret having her. Never will. Times get hard and yes sometimes i just wish i couldve been a normal teenager, but i have Willow no matter what life throws at me, she makes the raining days a little more fun. She gives me a reason to work harder for the things i want in life, to teach her that you can do anything you set your mind to. Willow and the rest of my family is the best support team anyone could ever ask for. My mom has helped me a lot. She knows what its like to have kids by yourself. She had my sister and brother all by herself and she didnt have the support team like i have now. She had to raise two kids by herself until she met my dad. When life gives you lemons make lemonade!! ;)