Little faery dancer
Skipping down the hill,
Carefree little vagabond,
You are never still.
Sneakers I have bought you
So you may be shod
Yet everywhere I find a trace
Of where bare feet have trod.
Dresses I have given you
In bright and cleanly hue
But since you learned to climb a tree
You've ruined quite a few.
You leave your dollies on the shelf
And scorn your dainty things
To chase an insect crawling by
Or one that flies on wings.
Lovingly I wash your face -
Admire your tender skin,
But when you come inside from play
I hate to let you in!
Two grubby hands that pat my face
A berry-stained mouth to kiss
Two wiry arms around my neck -
I'd trade the world for this.
Pls read poem - "Tomboy"?
Disclaimer: I 'know' almost nothing about poetry.
I smiled all the way through this, remembering a granddaughter.
Thank you.
Reply:good job.
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
What is the strangest thing you have done in your sleep?
When I was about 13, I was sleeping over at my friends house.
Her bedroom was in the basement so her dad (a policeman) had screwed on the screens. Somehow, I climbed out the window and woke up at about 3 AM standing in their garden, shivering.
I honestly didn't know how I had arrived there. I was in my very short nightie and barefeet, there was frost on the grass I remember. I wandered around trying to figure out how I got there.
When walked around the house I noticed her screen leaning against the outer wall. So I realised what I had done. I climbed back in and went to bed. She shared a bedroom with her little sister, who was sleeping over at someones house, so I was sleeping in her bed. The next morning, I woke up wearing one of her little sister's sweatshirts!! I could hardly get it off - don't know how I even got it on without some grease and a shoe horn!!
What weird things have you done?
What is the strangest thing you have done in your sleep?
As a child I talked in my sleep. This wouldn't be so strange except that for some reason I would recite my mother's favourite recipes continually until she would come and gently wake me.
Then a few months ago I put the garbage bin out in my sleep. Unfortunately, it wasn't garbage night. I also didn't leave it roadside, but instead delivered it to my neighbour's door. I returned home to bed and had no idea what I had done until my neighbour brought my bin home. He said he had watched me do it from his bedroom window, but hadn't wanted to disturb me. A little embarrassing, but at least I had worn pajamas that night!!
Reply:When I was in elementary school I use to sleep walk all the time.
One night I got out of bed and went into the kitchen where my parents were playing cards. I said, "Hi Mom! Hi Dad", walked around the table 3 times and went back to bed.
Have you ever dreamed you broke your leg and could actually feel the pain to wake up and discover you really have a pain there?
Reply:i pee...
sorry i dreamt about u
Reply:I dreamed I was overtaken by an ancient ghost and I woke up paralyzed and scared out of my wits
Reply:...I woke up throwing a tantrum
Reply:it was winter.me and my friend that night watched the ring.after the film we tryed to sleep but with a great fear.i heard something and i woke up.i saw the tv in black.than i heard a ring.when i went to respond i saw a person that was standing in white at my room.i was terrified.she was my friend with a dress like samara's dress.i saw her in two visions,sleeping and staying infront of me.at that moment i woke up.i was dreaming something really weird.i tryed to forget that dream and we went out with my friend.at afternoon i saw two stairs.............
the 7 days passed and nothing happened.
i realised that date wasn't my lucky one.
Reply:I once farted so loudly that I woke myself up.
Reply:I was staying in a hotel once and went sleepwalking. I was completely naked and went down the corridor and knocked on someone's door. I woke up just as they answered the door - I wanted to die !
Reply:Woke up in the bathtub-no water-fully clothed. Have no idea how I got there
Reply:I dreamed I ate a ten pound marshmellow, and when I awoke I found my pillow gone
Reply:You were sleepwalking. I also was a sleepwalker as a kid. One night I went into my parents' room. My mom woke up and saw me standing by her dresser. She asked me what time it was (not knowing I was still asleep). I took an antique clock off the dresser and walked over to her bed where I put the clock on the pillow next to her head. Then I turned around and went back to my own bed.
Sleepwalkers don't usually know that they walked during the night. When this happens it's called "sleep amnesia". Usually they'll get pretty defensive and even angry if you tell them about it. It's better not to mention it because sometimes they feel guilt, embarrassment or humiliation at doing something everyone else knew about, but they didn't.
Reply:Woke up taking a leak in the corner of a relative's home.
Reply:You might have had ufo alien abductions. All that stuff you mentioned is just so out there.
Reply:dont think ive done anythng especially weird cept punched my brother and t was a brck wall....but my best friend one flapped he arms around like punching somone and yelled i'm gunna kill you over and over agian she dusnt remember wat she was dreamin about
Reply:I walked in my sleep when I was a wee one.
My dad said he heard me trying to unlock the front door on a few occasions and he had to guide me back to bed.
Reply:sometimes I ejaculate in my sleep, well not sometimes most of the time
Reply:Wow, if you're being serious, that is extremely weird, lol... As for me, I can't say much ever happened to me in my sleep, except that I fell off of a double bed twice as a kid in my sleep, which is really not all that weird, but still makes me wonder how I managed that considering all the space I had.
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Her bedroom was in the basement so her dad (a policeman) had screwed on the screens. Somehow, I climbed out the window and woke up at about 3 AM standing in their garden, shivering.
I honestly didn't know how I had arrived there. I was in my very short nightie and barefeet, there was frost on the grass I remember. I wandered around trying to figure out how I got there.
When walked around the house I noticed her screen leaning against the outer wall. So I realised what I had done. I climbed back in and went to bed. She shared a bedroom with her little sister, who was sleeping over at someones house, so I was sleeping in her bed. The next morning, I woke up wearing one of her little sister's sweatshirts!! I could hardly get it off - don't know how I even got it on without some grease and a shoe horn!!
What weird things have you done?
What is the strangest thing you have done in your sleep?
As a child I talked in my sleep. This wouldn't be so strange except that for some reason I would recite my mother's favourite recipes continually until she would come and gently wake me.
Then a few months ago I put the garbage bin out in my sleep. Unfortunately, it wasn't garbage night. I also didn't leave it roadside, but instead delivered it to my neighbour's door. I returned home to bed and had no idea what I had done until my neighbour brought my bin home. He said he had watched me do it from his bedroom window, but hadn't wanted to disturb me. A little embarrassing, but at least I had worn pajamas that night!!
Reply:When I was in elementary school I use to sleep walk all the time.
One night I got out of bed and went into the kitchen where my parents were playing cards. I said, "Hi Mom! Hi Dad", walked around the table 3 times and went back to bed.
Have you ever dreamed you broke your leg and could actually feel the pain to wake up and discover you really have a pain there?
Reply:i pee...
sorry i dreamt about u
Reply:I dreamed I was overtaken by an ancient ghost and I woke up paralyzed and scared out of my wits
Reply:...I woke up throwing a tantrum
Reply:it was winter.me and my friend that night watched the ring.after the film we tryed to sleep but with a great fear.i heard something and i woke up.i saw the tv in black.than i heard a ring.when i went to respond i saw a person that was standing in white at my room.i was terrified.she was my friend with a dress like samara's dress.i saw her in two visions,sleeping and staying infront of me.at that moment i woke up.i was dreaming something really weird.i tryed to forget that dream and we went out with my friend.at afternoon i saw two stairs.............
the 7 days passed and nothing happened.
i realised that date wasn't my lucky one.
Reply:I once farted so loudly that I woke myself up.
Reply:I was staying in a hotel once and went sleepwalking. I was completely naked and went down the corridor and knocked on someone's door. I woke up just as they answered the door - I wanted to die !
Reply:Woke up in the bathtub-no water-fully clothed. Have no idea how I got there
Reply:I dreamed I ate a ten pound marshmellow, and when I awoke I found my pillow gone
Reply:You were sleepwalking. I also was a sleepwalker as a kid. One night I went into my parents' room. My mom woke up and saw me standing by her dresser. She asked me what time it was (not knowing I was still asleep). I took an antique clock off the dresser and walked over to her bed where I put the clock on the pillow next to her head. Then I turned around and went back to my own bed.
Sleepwalkers don't usually know that they walked during the night. When this happens it's called "sleep amnesia". Usually they'll get pretty defensive and even angry if you tell them about it. It's better not to mention it because sometimes they feel guilt, embarrassment or humiliation at doing something everyone else knew about, but they didn't.
Reply:Woke up taking a leak in the corner of a relative's home.
Reply:You might have had ufo alien abductions. All that stuff you mentioned is just so out there.
Reply:dont think ive done anythng especially weird cept punched my brother and t was a brck wall....but my best friend one flapped he arms around like punching somone and yelled i'm gunna kill you over and over agian she dusnt remember wat she was dreamin about
Reply:I walked in my sleep when I was a wee one.
My dad said he heard me trying to unlock the front door on a few occasions and he had to guide me back to bed.
Reply:sometimes I ejaculate in my sleep, well not sometimes most of the time
Reply:Wow, if you're being serious, that is extremely weird, lol... As for me, I can't say much ever happened to me in my sleep, except that I fell off of a double bed twice as a kid in my sleep, which is really not all that weird, but still makes me wonder how I managed that considering all the space I had.
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Name of a show (around 1980s)where this guy with a beard would climb out of a log at the beggining of the show
All I can remember is that the guy on the show had a beard. I also think he was on a episode of "Sharon, Lois %26amp; Bram's Elephant Show" I remember one episode where he talked about shoes and "Sneakers"
Name of a show (around 1980s)where this guy with a beard would climb out of a log at the beggining of the show
Fred Penners Place he was a nature buff.
Reply:The show was called Fred Penner's Place
Reply:grizzly adams w/ dan haggerty
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Name of a show (around 1980s)where this guy with a beard would climb out of a log at the beggining of the show
Fred Penners Place he was a nature buff.
Reply:The show was called Fred Penner's Place
Reply:grizzly adams w/ dan haggerty
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What do u think of my story? its unfinished though...?
Hi, my name is Indiana Opal Wingette III. I was born on June 15th, 1993. I live in a small little town in Louisiana. That town’s name is New Orleans. A little over a year ago, as you already may know, Hurricane Katrina came soaring through our city and destroyed pretty much everything. She also killed my family. Every single person I ever met in my family. I am the only Wingette member alive in America. Now I want to tell you my story.
I grew up in a poor family. My mother, Julliette, my aunt, Marre, my uncle, George, my grandfather, Karr, my two older sisters, Ana and Rita, all lived together in a tiny house in the middle of New Orleans. My father passed away before I was born. My other aunt, Saiah, and my other uncle, Tamicco, along with my four cousins, Joanne, Olivya, Marcus, and Miina live right next to us. We see them all the time. I only have a few friends here. I am home schooled, and I am not very social and I don’t get out much. All of my friends are people I met just around the neighborhood. My best friend is Jill. I’ve know her since I was three years old. We have a lot of fun together. She is also home schooled, so she doesn’t have many friends either. My other friend is Isaiah. He is very nice and caring, but I don’t see him much. His father is very rich and he goes on business trips a lot with Isaiah. That’s just about it. I do not know many people here. But I am about to meet a new friend. All of New Orleans is about to meet a new friend. Her name is Katrina.
As I mentioned before, we are a poor family with little belongings. My mother works as a home-cleaner in the neighborhood. She gets phone calls and schedules appointments with local residents and cleans their homes. She gets paid very little. My uncle George works at a shoe factory. He puts the plastic ends of shoe laces on. He too does not get paid much. My older sister Ana is a cashier at a local juice stop. Once again, she gets paid very little too. We own one car, a small, old-model Volkswagen Beetle. It used to belong to my father. Now Rita drives it to college. She is very smart. She has a 3.86 G.P.A. Ana takes the bus to get around. Mother walks to the homes she needs to clean. Uncle George also takes the bus to get to work. The only electrical or electronic device in our home is a telephone. It is very old and it is falling apart. We do not have a T.V., a radio, or a computer, so we aren’t always aware of the latest news.
It was a cool, breezy Saturday afternoon and Isaiah was home. So was I. I was restless and bored, so I walked over to Isaiah’s house. I knocked on the door, and Isaiah opened it up.
“Hi Isaiah, want to go play at the park? The weather’s great!” I asked him.
“Go to the park!? Are you crazy! Katrina is coming! Haven’t you heard? My whole family is packing up right now and we’re almost ready to evacuate!
“Katrina? Who’s Katrina? Why do you have to evacuate? What’s going on?” I said.
“You haven’t heard! Katrina, Hurricane Katrina! She’s on her way! She’s supposed to be a level 5 hurricane! You better let you’re folks know and start evacuating! Let Jill know too!” Isaiah said.
“Oh thank you! Thanks so much for letting me know! I’ll tell Jill!” I said, very worried.
I rushed to Jill’s house to tell her, but no one was home. I ran back home and told everyone at home. They called aunt Saiah’s house and told them. We all started to pack right away. Rita was at college with the car, so we took the bus to get us to the college. As soon as we got there, we spent quite a while looking for Rita. We had no idea where she was. We finally found her, and we headed straight to the car. Aunt Saiah and her crew were following us in there car. We began going north, but before we even made it onto the highway, the blue sky turned gray and wind blew as powerful as it has ever been before. We all new it. Katrina was here. Rita drove as fast as she could away from the hurricane. I looked back for aunt Saiah and everyone who was with her. But she wasn’t there. Not her car, not her, and no one else who was with her. There was no sign of her at all. We have no clue where they were or where they went. It was devastating to watch the roofs get blown of house and to watch people drown in the water that Katrina brought. I guess our new friend Katrina wasn’t so nice after all. The wind blew faster and harder and water grew higher and spread quicker. I blinked for a split second. The moment I opened my eyes, I was underneath Katrina’s ocean of water. I tried to help everyone get out of the car and swim upward, but I was too late. Other cars falling from nowhere had squished my entire family except for me and Ana. They were dead. Ana and I were scared to death and we didn’t know what to do. We swam up to the surface but the water kept piling up so we had to keep swimming upward. We finally found a tall hill that wasn’t surrounded by water. We quickly climbed to the top and began looking for aunt Saiah and every other member in our family who wasn’t dead. We had to be fast because the water was coming up fast. Ana looked down, and water covered her ankles. Unfortunately for her, she was on the lower part of the hill, so water covered her quicker than it covered me. I tried to help her, but she drowned in the water before I even got to her. She fell down into Katrina’s ocean, and died. It was only me.
The winds slightly slowed down, but it didn’t make much of a difference. I dove into the water and began to swim. I was determined to find aunt Saiah and the rest of my family. They had a bright orange car, so it was easy to spot. I looked around for about forty-five minutes in the intense storm. I didn’t find them, but I found Jill. I was so thankful to see her. I spotted another tall hill not completely covered with water yet, so Jill and I went there.
“Where were you when the storm came? I tried knocking on your door to warn you.” I asked her.
“My mother and I were out grocery shopping. We were in the store when the storm hit.”
“Where is she now?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I lost her ---.”
Jill was cut off by somebody. By Katrina.
What do u think of my story? its unfinished though...?
i'm so srry! i'm crying right now. this is a beautiful story! i hope u really get it published, this is terrific. it makes people really understand wat happened in katrina, u made me understand much better. i am going to pray for u and ur deceased friends and family every night! i hope u have a succesful life
Reply:Very interesting story. Very interesting style of writing. It's not clear to me whether or not it's true %26amp; I guess that's a compliment to your ability to put concepts into words.
If it IS true, I'm very very sorry. There are no words to express the sadness I have for what happened to all those who were crushed by Katrina.
May G-d bless you and all who suffered there.
Reply:I was def in Katrina, and as an evacuee, I know exactly what that's about. Work on the informal language a bit. But overall, good concept.
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I grew up in a poor family. My mother, Julliette, my aunt, Marre, my uncle, George, my grandfather, Karr, my two older sisters, Ana and Rita, all lived together in a tiny house in the middle of New Orleans. My father passed away before I was born. My other aunt, Saiah, and my other uncle, Tamicco, along with my four cousins, Joanne, Olivya, Marcus, and Miina live right next to us. We see them all the time. I only have a few friends here. I am home schooled, and I am not very social and I don’t get out much. All of my friends are people I met just around the neighborhood. My best friend is Jill. I’ve know her since I was three years old. We have a lot of fun together. She is also home schooled, so she doesn’t have many friends either. My other friend is Isaiah. He is very nice and caring, but I don’t see him much. His father is very rich and he goes on business trips a lot with Isaiah. That’s just about it. I do not know many people here. But I am about to meet a new friend. All of New Orleans is about to meet a new friend. Her name is Katrina.
As I mentioned before, we are a poor family with little belongings. My mother works as a home-cleaner in the neighborhood. She gets phone calls and schedules appointments with local residents and cleans their homes. She gets paid very little. My uncle George works at a shoe factory. He puts the plastic ends of shoe laces on. He too does not get paid much. My older sister Ana is a cashier at a local juice stop. Once again, she gets paid very little too. We own one car, a small, old-model Volkswagen Beetle. It used to belong to my father. Now Rita drives it to college. She is very smart. She has a 3.86 G.P.A. Ana takes the bus to get around. Mother walks to the homes she needs to clean. Uncle George also takes the bus to get to work. The only electrical or electronic device in our home is a telephone. It is very old and it is falling apart. We do not have a T.V., a radio, or a computer, so we aren’t always aware of the latest news.
It was a cool, breezy Saturday afternoon and Isaiah was home. So was I. I was restless and bored, so I walked over to Isaiah’s house. I knocked on the door, and Isaiah opened it up.
“Hi Isaiah, want to go play at the park? The weather’s great!” I asked him.
“Go to the park!? Are you crazy! Katrina is coming! Haven’t you heard? My whole family is packing up right now and we’re almost ready to evacuate!
“Katrina? Who’s Katrina? Why do you have to evacuate? What’s going on?” I said.
“You haven’t heard! Katrina, Hurricane Katrina! She’s on her way! She’s supposed to be a level 5 hurricane! You better let you’re folks know and start evacuating! Let Jill know too!” Isaiah said.
“Oh thank you! Thanks so much for letting me know! I’ll tell Jill!” I said, very worried.
I rushed to Jill’s house to tell her, but no one was home. I ran back home and told everyone at home. They called aunt Saiah’s house and told them. We all started to pack right away. Rita was at college with the car, so we took the bus to get us to the college. As soon as we got there, we spent quite a while looking for Rita. We had no idea where she was. We finally found her, and we headed straight to the car. Aunt Saiah and her crew were following us in there car. We began going north, but before we even made it onto the highway, the blue sky turned gray and wind blew as powerful as it has ever been before. We all new it. Katrina was here. Rita drove as fast as she could away from the hurricane. I looked back for aunt Saiah and everyone who was with her. But she wasn’t there. Not her car, not her, and no one else who was with her. There was no sign of her at all. We have no clue where they were or where they went. It was devastating to watch the roofs get blown of house and to watch people drown in the water that Katrina brought. I guess our new friend Katrina wasn’t so nice after all. The wind blew faster and harder and water grew higher and spread quicker. I blinked for a split second. The moment I opened my eyes, I was underneath Katrina’s ocean of water. I tried to help everyone get out of the car and swim upward, but I was too late. Other cars falling from nowhere had squished my entire family except for me and Ana. They were dead. Ana and I were scared to death and we didn’t know what to do. We swam up to the surface but the water kept piling up so we had to keep swimming upward. We finally found a tall hill that wasn’t surrounded by water. We quickly climbed to the top and began looking for aunt Saiah and every other member in our family who wasn’t dead. We had to be fast because the water was coming up fast. Ana looked down, and water covered her ankles. Unfortunately for her, she was on the lower part of the hill, so water covered her quicker than it covered me. I tried to help her, but she drowned in the water before I even got to her. She fell down into Katrina’s ocean, and died. It was only me.
The winds slightly slowed down, but it didn’t make much of a difference. I dove into the water and began to swim. I was determined to find aunt Saiah and the rest of my family. They had a bright orange car, so it was easy to spot. I looked around for about forty-five minutes in the intense storm. I didn’t find them, but I found Jill. I was so thankful to see her. I spotted another tall hill not completely covered with water yet, so Jill and I went there.
“Where were you when the storm came? I tried knocking on your door to warn you.” I asked her.
“My mother and I were out grocery shopping. We were in the store when the storm hit.”
“Where is she now?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I lost her ---.”
Jill was cut off by somebody. By Katrina.
What do u think of my story? its unfinished though...?
i'm so srry! i'm crying right now. this is a beautiful story! i hope u really get it published, this is terrific. it makes people really understand wat happened in katrina, u made me understand much better. i am going to pray for u and ur deceased friends and family every night! i hope u have a succesful life
Reply:Very interesting story. Very interesting style of writing. It's not clear to me whether or not it's true %26amp; I guess that's a compliment to your ability to put concepts into words.
If it IS true, I'm very very sorry. There are no words to express the sadness I have for what happened to all those who were crushed by Katrina.
May G-d bless you and all who suffered there.
Reply:I was def in Katrina, and as an evacuee, I know exactly what that's about. Work on the informal language a bit. But overall, good concept.
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A beautiful boy?
The boy that used to make her smile,
Now makes her cry, and cry for a while.
She'd loved him before she'd even known his name.
And once she got to know him, her heart went insane!
The first day of school, some faces were new.
She didn't notice his until weeks passed, a few,
But after she saw the beauty in his eyes,
She'd never known they could make her cry.
That love she felt was not to be explained,
For, even she, couldn't give it a name.
She wondered if he could feel it too.
The way they were, the way they knew.
Unfortunately, this was not true.
This one way love was all she knew.
He didn't like her nearly as much,
And for this reason, she feared his touch…
She cried all day, yet found the hope,
To try and climb the "broken heart" rope.
Just as she was nearing the top,
Her shoe slipped, and she fell of.
She cried again, just wondering why,
Such a beautiful boy, with beautiful eyes,
Could make such a pretty girl cry...
2006©Kate Steinberg
A beautiful boy?
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Reply:We all go thru it honey; there will be plenty more fish in the sea. When the guy loves you back just as intensely, THEN you will know what love and joy are. Have patience and faith...
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Now makes her cry, and cry for a while.
She'd loved him before she'd even known his name.
And once she got to know him, her heart went insane!
The first day of school, some faces were new.
She didn't notice his until weeks passed, a few,
But after she saw the beauty in his eyes,
She'd never known they could make her cry.
That love she felt was not to be explained,
For, even she, couldn't give it a name.
She wondered if he could feel it too.
The way they were, the way they knew.
Unfortunately, this was not true.
This one way love was all she knew.
He didn't like her nearly as much,
And for this reason, she feared his touch…
She cried all day, yet found the hope,
To try and climb the "broken heart" rope.
Just as she was nearing the top,
Her shoe slipped, and she fell of.
She cried again, just wondering why,
Such a beautiful boy, with beautiful eyes,
Could make such a pretty girl cry...
2006©Kate Steinberg
A beautiful boy?
your father
Reply:We all go thru it honey; there will be plenty more fish in the sea. When the guy loves you back just as intensely, THEN you will know what love and joy are. Have patience and faith...
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Sunday, March 14, 2010
How high in the rankings will Notre Dame climb before their reality checks agains USC and in their bowl game?
Once again because they started the season as the most over rated team in america. . .Notre Dame is poised to make a run into the top 5. They are lucky to have only one loss but really should have two. They have beaten nobody in the top 25 and had their butts handed to them by Michigan (Hail to the Victors). Now. . . for the next several weeks their schudule looks like that of St. Mary's School for wayward boys! I believe they play Who R U, Whatsa Matter U, Cupcake U, and Dubba U! I'm sure they will beat all these sacrificial lambs and rise undeservedly in the rankings once again! Eventually they will go to USC and be lambasted and then get hammered in a bowl game. The question is. . . how high will they rise before they play some real teams again. . . . They already rose to #2 without doing anything but lace up their shoes!!! If the rankings didn't come out until octover 1st. . . . would anybody really even rank them in the top 30?
How high in the rankings will Notre Dame climb before their reality checks agains USC and in their bowl game?
My guess if they win out from here until the USC game they will be ranked in the Top 6.
Reply:Obviously you havent been paying attention to college football. Notre Dame has played some really good football. They only have and only should have one loss. That loss is to a really good Michigan team who is probably going to go undefeated until they reach the OSU game. The near loss to Michigan St. showed what type of team they are not how vulnerable they are. And lets see who Michigan has played or is going to play this year: Vandy, C. Mich., Minn., N'westrn, Ball St., and Indiana. Wow! Better bring their A game for those teams. And about being lambasted at USC? USC is one of those overranked teams that everybody is talking about. IF and thats a big if they make it through their schedule undefeated (doubtful) Notre Dame will have no problem getting revenge from last year. They almost lost to Washington St. give me a break. And they didnt come from 16 points down in the 4th Q so I didnt look spectacular by any means. Should Notre Dame be ranked in the top 3 by the end of the year, well maybe maybe not but definately in the top 5.
Reply:First of all, they have beaten a Top 25 team- Georgia Tech is ranked #24 on the AP poll and will likely be ranked higher since they beat Virginia Tech. Second, USC barely squeaked out a win over Washington St.! Notre Dame will beat them! And third, Notre Dame is still #1 in my book. I want to play Ohio St. badly, because I know the Irish can take them!
Reply:MSU handed them a win on a silver platter, so people should remember it, but won't, since it's Notre Dame.
They'll be about 7 or so when they head to USC to get demolished (Jarrett will be back by then and Notre Dame's secondary is still a sieve).
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How high in the rankings will Notre Dame climb before their reality checks agains USC and in their bowl game?
My guess if they win out from here until the USC game they will be ranked in the Top 6.
Reply:Obviously you havent been paying attention to college football. Notre Dame has played some really good football. They only have and only should have one loss. That loss is to a really good Michigan team who is probably going to go undefeated until they reach the OSU game. The near loss to Michigan St. showed what type of team they are not how vulnerable they are. And lets see who Michigan has played or is going to play this year: Vandy, C. Mich., Minn., N'westrn, Ball St., and Indiana. Wow! Better bring their A game for those teams. And about being lambasted at USC? USC is one of those overranked teams that everybody is talking about. IF and thats a big if they make it through their schedule undefeated (doubtful) Notre Dame will have no problem getting revenge from last year. They almost lost to Washington St. give me a break. And they didnt come from 16 points down in the 4th Q so I didnt look spectacular by any means. Should Notre Dame be ranked in the top 3 by the end of the year, well maybe maybe not but definately in the top 5.
Reply:First of all, they have beaten a Top 25 team- Georgia Tech is ranked #24 on the AP poll and will likely be ranked higher since they beat Virginia Tech. Second, USC barely squeaked out a win over Washington St.! Notre Dame will beat them! And third, Notre Dame is still #1 in my book. I want to play Ohio St. badly, because I know the Irish can take them!
Reply:MSU handed them a win on a silver platter, so people should remember it, but won't, since it's Notre Dame.
They'll be about 7 or so when they head to USC to get demolished (Jarrett will be back by then and Notre Dame's secondary is still a sieve).
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What horror film has a tiny green monster with swords for teeth?
The film I'm looking for I watched in the 80's as a child. What I can remember is that a little green monster with swords for teeth jams a shoe under the door so the parents can't get in, and climbs up a little girl's bed only to be slapped onto a record turntable by a stray cat, and flung into a fan and killed. The father finally enters and finds a tiny little sword in the carpet. I imagine that was the end of the movie, but I can't remember any of the rest. Thanks!
What horror film has a tiny green monster with swords for teeth?
It's a segment called "The General" from the movie Cat's Eye.
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What horror film has a tiny green monster with swords for teeth?
It's a segment called "The General" from the movie Cat's Eye.
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Suppose you climb a flight of stairs to an elevation of 4 meters. How much work did you do?
A. No Work (0 Joules)
B. It depends on how much you weigh
C. It depends on how wide the stairs are
D. It depends on whether you are wearing your favorite shoes
Suppose you climb a flight of stairs to an elevation of 4 meters. How much work did you do?
B
The more you weigh, the higher your potential energy will be at the top of the stairs. Work is simply the difference between your starting and ending energy.
Reply:b
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B. It depends on how much you weigh
C. It depends on how wide the stairs are
D. It depends on whether you are wearing your favorite shoes
Suppose you climb a flight of stairs to an elevation of 4 meters. How much work did you do?
B
The more you weigh, the higher your potential energy will be at the top of the stairs. Work is simply the difference between your starting and ending energy.
Reply:b
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Can i let my hammy run around my room?
i feel bad for my hamster,he has to spend all his time in a cage with nothing to do and i really want to let him out to play in my room.he has also let himself out a few times(climbed over the tank) and i found him once in my shoe and once in my cowboy hat sleeping.is it safe to let him out in my room? will he get stuck under my bed?
Can i let my hammy run around my room?
I would not let him run around the room. Unless you watch him carefully. And I mean, CAREFULLY! Cause he can scamper away, and squeeze himself in the air vents, and, you will never see him again.
For a good alternative, you can buy him a new little home.
Try PetCo. Fore some new homes. Some of them are really cheap, but give your hamster a lot to do. Different tunnels to walk around in, and a wheel too!
http://www.petco.com/Shop/petco_ProductL...
Me personally, I do not like those cages, but some people swear by them. Hamsters, are natural tunnlers, and those cages half the time, are not deep enough for them to tunnel in.
I have a Fancy Dwarf hamster myself, and I keep him, (Name is Tips) in a 5 or 10 gallon (can't remember which) Fish Tank. And in there, I have his wheel, I bought the silent one, it makes, NO NOISE! http://www.petco.com/Shop/Product.aspx?R...
Called the silent spinner. I have the small for my Dwarf Hamster, perfect fit.
And along with that, I have random wooden things inside. Little homes, and different shaped things for him to make tunnels to each opening to every one. I have one plastic T.V. he can peek in and out of.
http://www.petco.com/Shop/petco_Product_...
(But make sure the plastic is safe for animals to eat, cause hamsters chew on everything. Most suprisingly are not)
But if you want him to run around the room, if you have hardwood anywhere around your house, or a flat durface, buy an exercise ball. Or what I have for my hamster,
A CAR!
(well they do not have the car, so for a boy, a MOTORCYCLE!)
http://www.petco.com/Shop/petco_Product_...
But really, everything on this website, is in the store clostest to you. I would hate for your hamster to run around, get caught into something, chew on some wires, or get lost down the air vent. I will -never- let my hamster walk around my room without him being in his ball or car.
http://www.petco.com/petco_Page_PC_small...
IS the site, check it out!
Reply:Haha. Make Something so he cant run away. So your hammy cant run away and wont get lost. Get like a BIGG Box for your hammy to stay in. :]
Reply:Yes, go ahead and let the poor creature out. You have my permission.
Reply:I have guinea pigs and i let them run around my room so i would but just watch him.
Reply:Try going to a pet store and ask if they have a hamster ball. They are a small animal what if you let it loose and someone comes into your room and doesn't know it? It's better off in the cage with a screen or top on it considering that it sleeps during the day up at night. The ball is the safest thing and it will get the exercise it needs!
Reply:if you mean your ham wallet
Reply:YES U COULD LET HIM RUN AROUND BUT BE CAREFUL BECAUSE HE MIGHT DO IT WITH ALL THE MICE IN YOUR HOUSE THEN YOULL HAVE THOUSANDS OF HAMSTER MICE RUNNING AROUND
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Can i let my hammy run around my room?
I would not let him run around the room. Unless you watch him carefully. And I mean, CAREFULLY! Cause he can scamper away, and squeeze himself in the air vents, and, you will never see him again.
For a good alternative, you can buy him a new little home.
Try PetCo. Fore some new homes. Some of them are really cheap, but give your hamster a lot to do. Different tunnels to walk around in, and a wheel too!
http://www.petco.com/Shop/petco_ProductL...
Me personally, I do not like those cages, but some people swear by them. Hamsters, are natural tunnlers, and those cages half the time, are not deep enough for them to tunnel in.
I have a Fancy Dwarf hamster myself, and I keep him, (Name is Tips) in a 5 or 10 gallon (can't remember which) Fish Tank. And in there, I have his wheel, I bought the silent one, it makes, NO NOISE! http://www.petco.com/Shop/Product.aspx?R...
Called the silent spinner. I have the small for my Dwarf Hamster, perfect fit.
And along with that, I have random wooden things inside. Little homes, and different shaped things for him to make tunnels to each opening to every one. I have one plastic T.V. he can peek in and out of.
http://www.petco.com/Shop/petco_Product_...
(But make sure the plastic is safe for animals to eat, cause hamsters chew on everything. Most suprisingly are not)
But if you want him to run around the room, if you have hardwood anywhere around your house, or a flat durface, buy an exercise ball. Or what I have for my hamster,
A CAR!
(well they do not have the car, so for a boy, a MOTORCYCLE!)
http://www.petco.com/Shop/petco_Product_...
But really, everything on this website, is in the store clostest to you. I would hate for your hamster to run around, get caught into something, chew on some wires, or get lost down the air vent. I will -never- let my hamster walk around my room without him being in his ball or car.
http://www.petco.com/petco_Page_PC_small...
IS the site, check it out!
Reply:Haha. Make Something so he cant run away. So your hammy cant run away and wont get lost. Get like a BIGG Box for your hammy to stay in. :]
Reply:Yes, go ahead and let the poor creature out. You have my permission.
Reply:I have guinea pigs and i let them run around my room so i would but just watch him.
Reply:Try going to a pet store and ask if they have a hamster ball. They are a small animal what if you let it loose and someone comes into your room and doesn't know it? It's better off in the cage with a screen or top on it considering that it sleeps during the day up at night. The ball is the safest thing and it will get the exercise it needs!
Reply:if you mean your ham wallet
Reply:YES U COULD LET HIM RUN AROUND BUT BE CAREFUL BECAUSE HE MIGHT DO IT WITH ALL THE MICE IN YOUR HOUSE THEN YOULL HAVE THOUSANDS OF HAMSTER MICE RUNNING AROUND
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Is anyone watching Bindi on Channel 9?
"YES CROCS! they're very pretty.."
"the sole of the shoe is made out of recycables"
"You can jump crocs, climb trees in my clothes-THEY'RE PERFECT!"
lol lol lol lol
Is anyone watching Bindi on Channel 9?
what im on tv
nobody told me i just watched the simpsons on fox 8
Reply:no
Reply:Bindi knows best.....she is great, great little role model!
Reply:nopee
Reply:Was that on ellen? I think i saw it the other day
She talks a bit strangly, doesnt she lol
Reply:lol, no...i might in a minute though..i feel sorry for the kid, she seems to young to be on tv.
ohh well..
GO CROCS :p
x
Reply:Hi,
Nope
Cheers
Reply:LOL
No, I've never actually seen it, coz it's an aussie program
Reply:No, sorry.
Reply:Nope :)
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"the sole of the shoe is made out of recycables"
"You can jump crocs, climb trees in my clothes-THEY'RE PERFECT!"
lol lol lol lol
Is anyone watching Bindi on Channel 9?
what im on tv
nobody told me i just watched the simpsons on fox 8
Reply:no
Reply:Bindi knows best.....she is great, great little role model!
Reply:nopee
Reply:Was that on ellen? I think i saw it the other day
She talks a bit strangly, doesnt she lol
Reply:lol, no...i might in a minute though..i feel sorry for the kid, she seems to young to be on tv.
ohh well..
GO CROCS :p
x
Reply:Hi,
Nope
Cheers
Reply:LOL
No, I've never actually seen it, coz it's an aussie program
Reply:No, sorry.
Reply:Nope :)
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WARNING: funny rude joke lol tell me what you think?
a guy has a new car and decides to take his girlfriend out in it they are going along and the girl says go faster so the boy says ill go 50mph if you go topless so she takes off her top and he does 50mph then he says if you go naked ill go 100mph so she does and he does. then she says faster and he says give me a b**w j*b and i will go 200 mph so she gives him a b**w j*b and he goes 200mph just then the car skids out of control and crashes the girl climbs out but all she can get is her boyfriends shoe so she picks it up and puts it over her privates and goes to the first house she knocks on the farmers door and says "can you help me my husbands stuck" the farmer looks at the girl and says "sorry i think hes to far in for me to help" please let me know you opinion
WARNING: funny rude joke lol tell me what you think?
FUNNY!!!!!! Definately one for passing on!
Reply:funny
Reply:lol... the farmer's imagination is just too much!
Reply:i lov this joke
Reply:funny
Reply:Good one
Reply:in my opinion its excellent! its so great that you get a star !
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WARNING: funny rude joke lol tell me what you think?
FUNNY!!!!!! Definately one for passing on!
Reply:funny
Reply:lol... the farmer's imagination is just too much!
Reply:i lov this joke
Reply:funny
Reply:Good one
Reply:in my opinion its excellent! its so great that you get a star !
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Have you ever stepped outside yourself and did something that you'd normally never do?
Someone stole the stereo out of my SUV.
I know...sad!
I climbed onto the back windshield, and in white shoe polish, I wrote:
If I ever find the B_stard who stole my stereo, I'll hang you by your sack!
Love driving around all afternoon like that.
What 'out of the norm' thing have you ever done?
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Have you ever stepped outside yourself and did something that you'd normally never do?
Quella Bella....
LOL.... the first time the Lord told me it was ok to say "no" when people asked me to do something! People just expected that I would always say "yes" whenever someone needed help or felt someone else needed help.
Of course, I was the one whom started that belief in the first place, lol, so, since I was always trustworthy, when I stepped out and said "no", I had people looking at me and comming to ask "why" the rest of the day, lol.
It was refreshing!
I didn't STOP helping people, but, I didn't feel I had to help EVERYBODY...
Sometimes, our answer, like God's, can simply be "no", and not be the wrong answer.
Peace be with you all :)
Reply:Raked my yard.
Reply:God is!
Reply:All I am doing nowadays is out of the norm.
I have fallen in love with my computer, I sleep with my monitor screen lol.
Reply:Yes, but my bones got cold so I went back inside.
Reply:I spent most of my life doing things I'd never done before, and things I'd normally never do. For better or worse. What fun! After all life is an adventure and adventures by definition are prone to discomfort and discovery. But I drew the line at mountain climbing, parachuting, and swimming with sharks. We all have our limitations.
Reply:QB.. very feisty! gggrrrowwl. ... no wait.. sorry I do that all the time.. hang on... here goes.... this is difficult... hang on .... let me think...
*Turn the other cheek* ... doh... there are innuendos there too...
*shakes his head* bbbllllllurblleneblel
*I am not your b_stard*.
So There. Completely out of character.
Reply:I moved 3000 miles away from where I used to live.
I got promoted.
I have overcome illness.
I with Gods divine help am making the most and best in life that has been given to me see Jeremiah 6:16
Reply:i was drawn to give a person whose husband died flowers and say god loves you on a note and leave without talking to them.it felt out of my control like an invisible force made me do it
Reply:I almost had a fistfight with a mother at my daughter's basketball game! Her 5 year old son kept shooting at the hoop over my 2 month old son and I had to repeatedly ask the kid to stop. He ran and told his mommy that I stopped him from playing and she was in my face. I totally lost it in front of my kids and a gym full of (then)4th graders and their parents.
Reply:Today I walked past a mirror and didn't look at it.
It's been a rough day. ;)
Reply:Sometimes I lose my temper and threaten people, but it only happens about once every few years.
Reply:I have, but I won't say what it is on here...But, it usually ends up with me getting hurt...
Reply:I had my car stereo stolen about a year ago.
I shouted at the neighbors house that if I ever found out who did it I'd take it out of his hide. (I assumed then and still do that it was the neighbor's boy but have no proof)
What kills me is that it was a cheap *ss stereo, nothing special. The window he broke cost more than the darn thing!!!
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I know...sad!
I climbed onto the back windshield, and in white shoe polish, I wrote:
If I ever find the B_stard who stole my stereo, I'll hang you by your sack!
Love driving around all afternoon like that.
What 'out of the norm' thing have you ever done?
`
Have you ever stepped outside yourself and did something that you'd normally never do?
Quella Bella....
LOL.... the first time the Lord told me it was ok to say "no" when people asked me to do something! People just expected that I would always say "yes" whenever someone needed help or felt someone else needed help.
Of course, I was the one whom started that belief in the first place, lol, so, since I was always trustworthy, when I stepped out and said "no", I had people looking at me and comming to ask "why" the rest of the day, lol.
It was refreshing!
I didn't STOP helping people, but, I didn't feel I had to help EVERYBODY...
Sometimes, our answer, like God's, can simply be "no", and not be the wrong answer.
Peace be with you all :)
Reply:Raked my yard.
Reply:God is!
Reply:All I am doing nowadays is out of the norm.
I have fallen in love with my computer, I sleep with my monitor screen lol.
Reply:Yes, but my bones got cold so I went back inside.
Reply:I spent most of my life doing things I'd never done before, and things I'd normally never do. For better or worse. What fun! After all life is an adventure and adventures by definition are prone to discomfort and discovery. But I drew the line at mountain climbing, parachuting, and swimming with sharks. We all have our limitations.
Reply:QB.. very feisty! gggrrrowwl. ... no wait.. sorry I do that all the time.. hang on... here goes.... this is difficult... hang on .... let me think...
*Turn the other cheek* ... doh... there are innuendos there too...
*shakes his head* bbbllllllurblleneblel
*I am not your b_stard*.
So There. Completely out of character.
Reply:I moved 3000 miles away from where I used to live.
I got promoted.
I have overcome illness.
I with Gods divine help am making the most and best in life that has been given to me see Jeremiah 6:16
Reply:i was drawn to give a person whose husband died flowers and say god loves you on a note and leave without talking to them.it felt out of my control like an invisible force made me do it
Reply:I almost had a fistfight with a mother at my daughter's basketball game! Her 5 year old son kept shooting at the hoop over my 2 month old son and I had to repeatedly ask the kid to stop. He ran and told his mommy that I stopped him from playing and she was in my face. I totally lost it in front of my kids and a gym full of (then)4th graders and their parents.
Reply:Today I walked past a mirror and didn't look at it.
It's been a rough day. ;)
Reply:Sometimes I lose my temper and threaten people, but it only happens about once every few years.
Reply:I have, but I won't say what it is on here...But, it usually ends up with me getting hurt...
Reply:I had my car stereo stolen about a year ago.
I shouted at the neighbors house that if I ever found out who did it I'd take it out of his hide. (I assumed then and still do that it was the neighbor's boy but have no proof)
What kills me is that it was a cheap *ss stereo, nothing special. The window he broke cost more than the darn thing!!!
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How should I dress?
Well my church (Sunday school 4 other or 5 kids other) is going to
a park, which we will be playing putt putt and play in the park.We will get dirty, but I'm not sure what to wear, that will be church appropriate, yet will be easy to move in.It's supposed to be 83 degrees that day though, and sunshiney (bright and sunny) so I'm just not sure what to wear.I need to wear something for pockets for a cell phone, and I'm thinking of wearing capris or jeans, with a tank top.Would a skull with guitars crossed be ok with jeans?As its on a Saturday?And should I wear any makeup?Or jewelry?And what type of shoes should I wear?I'm thinking of wearing flip flops that I can take off and my feet wont be stinky.Plus I can climb on bars more easily.Answer by Friday please!!!
How should I dress?
Capri's, tank top and sandals should be ok. You might want to skip the skull and guitars shirt though, and choose a different design. If it is 83 degrees it will be too hot for makeup, just use lip gloss and mascara. A small necklace should be just enough jewelry.
Reply:Just wear capris and a shirt. No makeup, because if you're going to be outside, you're going to sweat it off and have makeup smeared on your face. Not attractive. If you're going to get dirty just wear something casual and don't sweat it too much. (And I would say no to jewelery as well)
Reply:Jeans and a tanktop,and barefoot.
Reply:Capri's or jeans (jeans might get a bit warm during the day to wear) would be OK. I'd wear the tank top under a tee shirt, and once the weather got a bit warmer you'd be able to remove the tee shirt and wear the tank top. OR, wear the tank top with a shirt over it and tie the shirt tails in a knot in front. Once you get warm, the top shirt could be easily removed.
The skull with guitars shirt is inapporaiate, wear what I suggested above.
Make-up, some but not too much. Jeweley, no as it could get broken during the day's activities, a wrist watch is ok. If you have pierced ears, wear post earrings as the dangling ones could cause you to tear your ear lobes.
Sneakers with ankle socks would be the best as you'll be running around/climbing on the bars etc. Flip flops if your feet get to hot, but I wouldn't be wearing them while at "play" as you could injure yourself. Sneakers would be the best.
Put some baby powder (or any type of talcum powder) in your sneakers to absorb and "cut down" on your feet smell.
Feet smelling is a natural body function of sweating. Take a small hand towel to wipe your face off if you get sweaty and hot.
If you have long hair, wear in a pont tail, and wear a hat to avoid those "bad" sun UV rays. Wear Sun block.
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a park, which we will be playing putt putt and play in the park.We will get dirty, but I'm not sure what to wear, that will be church appropriate, yet will be easy to move in.It's supposed to be 83 degrees that day though, and sunshiney (bright and sunny) so I'm just not sure what to wear.I need to wear something for pockets for a cell phone, and I'm thinking of wearing capris or jeans, with a tank top.Would a skull with guitars crossed be ok with jeans?As its on a Saturday?And should I wear any makeup?Or jewelry?And what type of shoes should I wear?I'm thinking of wearing flip flops that I can take off and my feet wont be stinky.Plus I can climb on bars more easily.Answer by Friday please!!!
How should I dress?
Capri's, tank top and sandals should be ok. You might want to skip the skull and guitars shirt though, and choose a different design. If it is 83 degrees it will be too hot for makeup, just use lip gloss and mascara. A small necklace should be just enough jewelry.
Reply:Just wear capris and a shirt. No makeup, because if you're going to be outside, you're going to sweat it off and have makeup smeared on your face. Not attractive. If you're going to get dirty just wear something casual and don't sweat it too much. (And I would say no to jewelery as well)
Reply:Jeans and a tanktop,and barefoot.
Reply:Capri's or jeans (jeans might get a bit warm during the day to wear) would be OK. I'd wear the tank top under a tee shirt, and once the weather got a bit warmer you'd be able to remove the tee shirt and wear the tank top. OR, wear the tank top with a shirt over it and tie the shirt tails in a knot in front. Once you get warm, the top shirt could be easily removed.
The skull with guitars shirt is inapporaiate, wear what I suggested above.
Make-up, some but not too much. Jeweley, no as it could get broken during the day's activities, a wrist watch is ok. If you have pierced ears, wear post earrings as the dangling ones could cause you to tear your ear lobes.
Sneakers with ankle socks would be the best as you'll be running around/climbing on the bars etc. Flip flops if your feet get to hot, but I wouldn't be wearing them while at "play" as you could injure yourself. Sneakers would be the best.
Put some baby powder (or any type of talcum powder) in your sneakers to absorb and "cut down" on your feet smell.
Feet smelling is a natural body function of sweating. Take a small hand towel to wipe your face off if you get sweaty and hot.
If you have long hair, wear in a pont tail, and wear a hat to avoid those "bad" sun UV rays. Wear Sun block.
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Sherman, set the "Wayback Machine to 1979."...?
*****
Philappina
by TD Euwaite
Payme was her real name.
Alongapo was not her real home.
We took the flying bus
to the foot of Pinatubo,
then climbed up
for a while.
The rantso was not a shack
in Subic City.
A fine country home
in the hills.
Happy children, proud Papasan.
The reception inside was quite formal.
My sack was filled with tributes.
We sat on the floor
before Mamasan.
The shirts and shoes and cigarettes
were gifts for her. The candy was for
the children.
The last, a tin of Almond Roca.
Mamasan put out her hand and took it away.
I told her that I wanted to share them with
the children.
Payme was ashamed that I’d spoke up.
I apologized to her and Mamasan.
After dinner, Mamasan let me speak. We talked
about the candy.
Sherman, set the "Wayback Machine to 1979."...?
The galaxies between the powerful and the powerless. A stunning poetic story that should be retold many times.
Reply:This is delightful and interesting story, told eloquently. It really drew me in to the scene. So much is said in the lines "My sack was filled with tributes...We sat on the floor...before Mamasan."about power and respect. I would love to hear more. Thank you.
Reply:I very much enjoyed the story too. It reminds me of when my great grandmother used to try and tell us stories of her childhood and I was too young and stupid to pay attention. She had some great stories too. Now, when someone speaks of the past, I listen.
Reply:Interesting history. Very good story, I could read more.
Reply:You've quite a history TD.
Reply:WoW great story!! What a difference between two cultures.........Felt like I was there.........Love to read more
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Philappina
by TD Euwaite
Payme was her real name.
Alongapo was not her real home.
We took the flying bus
to the foot of Pinatubo,
then climbed up
for a while.
The rantso was not a shack
in Subic City.
A fine country home
in the hills.
Happy children, proud Papasan.
The reception inside was quite formal.
My sack was filled with tributes.
We sat on the floor
before Mamasan.
The shirts and shoes and cigarettes
were gifts for her. The candy was for
the children.
The last, a tin of Almond Roca.
Mamasan put out her hand and took it away.
I told her that I wanted to share them with
the children.
Payme was ashamed that I’d spoke up.
I apologized to her and Mamasan.
After dinner, Mamasan let me speak. We talked
about the candy.
Sherman, set the "Wayback Machine to 1979."...?
The galaxies between the powerful and the powerless. A stunning poetic story that should be retold many times.
Reply:This is delightful and interesting story, told eloquently. It really drew me in to the scene. So much is said in the lines "My sack was filled with tributes...We sat on the floor...before Mamasan."about power and respect. I would love to hear more. Thank you.
Reply:I very much enjoyed the story too. It reminds me of when my great grandmother used to try and tell us stories of her childhood and I was too young and stupid to pay attention. She had some great stories too. Now, when someone speaks of the past, I listen.
Reply:Interesting history. Very good story, I could read more.
Reply:You've quite a history TD.
Reply:WoW great story!! What a difference between two cultures.........Felt like I was there.........Love to read more
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What do you think? it's a childrens book,if you have some time. let me know what you think.?
It was the first day of kindergarten.
Jacob looked so grown up in his red shirt and blue jeans. He couldn’t help but look down at his brand new gym shoes as he walked back and forth. He was so excited but a little scared at the same time.
He looked at his mom with a worried face.
“You will make lots of friends,” his mother told him.
The word friend made Jacob smile so big. His eyes lit up with a spark that warmed the room. Jacob asked with so much excitement he couldn’t stand still,” Mommy, can Checkers come with?”
She reached out her arms and said,” come here my little man.” She noticed how long his legs had gotten. She remembered when he was a baby and wasn’t much bigger than the bear that he loved so much. She picked up her son and placed him on her lap. Jacob, not fitting the way he used to, tried to find a comfortable position.
She hugged Jacob while memories filled her head.
Checkers was Jacob’s teddy bear. He arrived as a gift the same day Jacob was born.
His name was Checkers because of the blue and white checkered bow around his neck.
Jacob brought Checkers everywhere his mother would allow.
Mommy can I take Checkers to the Grocery store?
Yes Jacob you may.
Mommy can I take Checkers to the park?
Yes Jacob you may.
Mommy can I take Checkers to Grandmas house?
Yes my little man, you may
They would get tucked in together.
Can checkers get a glass of water before bed? He is thirsty.
Yes YOU may.
Can we leave the light on?
Checkers is afraid of the dark.
Yes you may
At night time Checkers was a soldier standing watch over his sleepy general.
If Jacob was sick Checkers never left his side.
Jacob always returned the favor.
They did everything together. They were
Heroes
They were Pirates
They were astronauts
sometimes they played Jacob’s least favorite game of hide and go seek. Checkers did not want to be found. That game would go on for hours. Jacob would never get his turn to hide.
Checkers even went some places where he should not have been.
(picture of him in the bath tub)
And some places Jacob really didn’t want him to go…(picture of him in the dryer)
Jacob’s favorite thing to do was eating cookies together.
“Are you going to eat that?”
Jacob would say to Checkers,
you are my best friend. I can tell you all my secrets.
“Mommy were you listening?”
“Can Checkers come with me to school?”
She took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eyes and said,
“no Jacob, not this time.”
Jacob replied, “But why?” His lower lip started to shake and tears started running down his cheeks. ” He will be scared without me!”
She replied,
“YOU shouldn’t be afraid.” You are going to have a great and exciting day learning so many new things. Checkers might get lost If he comes with you. Checkers can stay with me today and keep me company. Jacob hugged his mom and whispered, Thanks mom!”
Jacob wiped his tears, took a deep breath and said, in his most serious voice,” I have to tell Checkers a secret.” He jumped off his mother’s lap, held him and whispered in his ear, “You have to stay. Don’t be scared.”
then set him gently in the chair, facing the window. “Checkers, wait for me and keep mommy company while I am gone.” Jacob stated firmly. He took his mother’s hand and together they walked to the bus stop.
Jacob jumped up and down and said, “Look mom, the bus is coming!” She bent down and hugged him tightly until the bus stopped in front of them and the door swung open. “Ok time to go now. Everything will be just fine. You'll see.” his mother said.
His mother watched as his little legs climbed each step. She waved goodbye as the bus pulled away.
She came back into the empty house and saw the bear just sitting in the window waiting. She
Whispered, “He will be home soon, don’t be sad.”
When the day was over, Jacob was so happy from all the new things he saw and did. He ran in the door and yelled “I had a good day Mommy!” He started telling her all about his day. He was talking so fast she could hardly keep up with what he was trying to say. She heard key words like
fun, bus, letters, nice, teacher, two new friends.
Then he stopped, looked across the room and saw
Checkers in the same place he had left him in the morning.
He ran past his mother straight to Checkers, picked him up out of the chair, gave him the longest hug…
the biggest hug he has ever given checkers.
As memories went through Jacob's head, he thought of cookie-time with Checkers and how they would sit together at the table and share their cookies. Jacob asked "Mommy MAY I have a cookie?" Very good Jacob, said his Mother, you remembered to say "MAY I." You are growing up so fast.
As Jacob finished his cookie, he thought for a moment. “MAY Checkers have a cookie too?” His mother smiled and said, “Yes my little man, he may.”
She added, “Checkers thought about you all day long. He missed you so much.”
Jacob ran and gave his mother a big hug and said, “I missed YOU too mommy.”
Jacob ran to his bedroom saying,
“I have so much to tell you! It’s a good thing you stayed home. Hide and go seek would have taken forever!”
(picture of door shutting behind him)
What do you think? it's a childrens book,if you have some time. let me know what you think.?
Omgsh... that was so adorable. It almost made me cry. That has got to be the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Thank you for putting that on here.
Reply:That was a good story. I liked it. :)
Reply:this is such a cute story, why is this in jokes and riddles section?
Reply:I like it a lot!
Reply:The story in itself is amazing. The detail is right on but that's the problem. It sounds like a book for a much older crowd because it's so in-depth, maybe if you turned down the elaboration it would be perfect. Picture this when you were a kid could you imagine your mother or father reading you a story so, in a sense, complex. That's just my opinion because I still have a childlike outlook on things.
Reply:so cute
Reply:sounds great.... is that all?...did you write this?....if not who did?...
Reply:Cute! ^^
Reply:awww!
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Jacob looked so grown up in his red shirt and blue jeans. He couldn’t help but look down at his brand new gym shoes as he walked back and forth. He was so excited but a little scared at the same time.
He looked at his mom with a worried face.
“You will make lots of friends,” his mother told him.
The word friend made Jacob smile so big. His eyes lit up with a spark that warmed the room. Jacob asked with so much excitement he couldn’t stand still,” Mommy, can Checkers come with?”
She reached out her arms and said,” come here my little man.” She noticed how long his legs had gotten. She remembered when he was a baby and wasn’t much bigger than the bear that he loved so much. She picked up her son and placed him on her lap. Jacob, not fitting the way he used to, tried to find a comfortable position.
She hugged Jacob while memories filled her head.
Checkers was Jacob’s teddy bear. He arrived as a gift the same day Jacob was born.
His name was Checkers because of the blue and white checkered bow around his neck.
Jacob brought Checkers everywhere his mother would allow.
Mommy can I take Checkers to the Grocery store?
Yes Jacob you may.
Mommy can I take Checkers to the park?
Yes Jacob you may.
Mommy can I take Checkers to Grandmas house?
Yes my little man, you may
They would get tucked in together.
Can checkers get a glass of water before bed? He is thirsty.
Yes YOU may.
Can we leave the light on?
Checkers is afraid of the dark.
Yes you may
At night time Checkers was a soldier standing watch over his sleepy general.
If Jacob was sick Checkers never left his side.
Jacob always returned the favor.
They did everything together. They were
Heroes
They were Pirates
They were astronauts
sometimes they played Jacob’s least favorite game of hide and go seek. Checkers did not want to be found. That game would go on for hours. Jacob would never get his turn to hide.
Checkers even went some places where he should not have been.
(picture of him in the bath tub)
And some places Jacob really didn’t want him to go…(picture of him in the dryer)
Jacob’s favorite thing to do was eating cookies together.
“Are you going to eat that?”
Jacob would say to Checkers,
you are my best friend. I can tell you all my secrets.
“Mommy were you listening?”
“Can Checkers come with me to school?”
She took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eyes and said,
“no Jacob, not this time.”
Jacob replied, “But why?” His lower lip started to shake and tears started running down his cheeks. ” He will be scared without me!”
She replied,
“YOU shouldn’t be afraid.” You are going to have a great and exciting day learning so many new things. Checkers might get lost If he comes with you. Checkers can stay with me today and keep me company. Jacob hugged his mom and whispered, Thanks mom!”
Jacob wiped his tears, took a deep breath and said, in his most serious voice,” I have to tell Checkers a secret.” He jumped off his mother’s lap, held him and whispered in his ear, “You have to stay. Don’t be scared.”
then set him gently in the chair, facing the window. “Checkers, wait for me and keep mommy company while I am gone.” Jacob stated firmly. He took his mother’s hand and together they walked to the bus stop.
Jacob jumped up and down and said, “Look mom, the bus is coming!” She bent down and hugged him tightly until the bus stopped in front of them and the door swung open. “Ok time to go now. Everything will be just fine. You'll see.” his mother said.
His mother watched as his little legs climbed each step. She waved goodbye as the bus pulled away.
She came back into the empty house and saw the bear just sitting in the window waiting. She
Whispered, “He will be home soon, don’t be sad.”
When the day was over, Jacob was so happy from all the new things he saw and did. He ran in the door and yelled “I had a good day Mommy!” He started telling her all about his day. He was talking so fast she could hardly keep up with what he was trying to say. She heard key words like
fun, bus, letters, nice, teacher, two new friends.
Then he stopped, looked across the room and saw
Checkers in the same place he had left him in the morning.
He ran past his mother straight to Checkers, picked him up out of the chair, gave him the longest hug…
the biggest hug he has ever given checkers.
As memories went through Jacob's head, he thought of cookie-time with Checkers and how they would sit together at the table and share their cookies. Jacob asked "Mommy MAY I have a cookie?" Very good Jacob, said his Mother, you remembered to say "MAY I." You are growing up so fast.
As Jacob finished his cookie, he thought for a moment. “MAY Checkers have a cookie too?” His mother smiled and said, “Yes my little man, he may.”
She added, “Checkers thought about you all day long. He missed you so much.”
Jacob ran and gave his mother a big hug and said, “I missed YOU too mommy.”
Jacob ran to his bedroom saying,
“I have so much to tell you! It’s a good thing you stayed home. Hide and go seek would have taken forever!”
(picture of door shutting behind him)
What do you think? it's a childrens book,if you have some time. let me know what you think.?
Omgsh... that was so adorable. It almost made me cry. That has got to be the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Thank you for putting that on here.
Reply:That was a good story. I liked it. :)
Reply:this is such a cute story, why is this in jokes and riddles section?
Reply:I like it a lot!
Reply:The story in itself is amazing. The detail is right on but that's the problem. It sounds like a book for a much older crowd because it's so in-depth, maybe if you turned down the elaboration it would be perfect. Picture this when you were a kid could you imagine your mother or father reading you a story so, in a sense, complex. That's just my opinion because I still have a childlike outlook on things.
Reply:so cute
Reply:sounds great.... is that all?...did you write this?....if not who did?...
Reply:Cute! ^^
Reply:awww!
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Do you like this sad poem?
She was born on accident
On another drunken night that went wrong.
She brushes back her long hair
And sits in complete, tormenting silence.
Shouts tear into the quiet;
From the downstairs kitchen, her parents fight.
Itching at her purple arms
She cries out in pain from the deep bruises.
She unties her worn out shoes;
They've grown too small for her growing body.
She fixes her old, red shirt
That's been punctured by broken beer bottels.
Scratching at cigarette burns,
She climbs down the wooden stairs dressed in mold.
Tugging at her father's pants,
She begs him to stop yelling at her mother.
His hand smacks across her face
And she begins to sob from the sight of blood.
She quickly runs back upstairs,
And sits accostomed to crying herself sick.
She was born on accident
On another drunken night that went wrong.
She brushes back her long hair
And cries herself to sleep on this average day.
Do you like this sad poem?
This poem cuts into every pore of my soul. For sadly, this is all too real for many children. You write well!
Reply:It is very sad.
Reply:Strange, that everyone needs a license to get married but anyone can have a child. Insane people like the one you describe should never be permitted to bring a child into the world to be abused and destroyed.
Reply:wow
Reply:i have heard that before...it is very good but the mental picture is almost too much to take.
Reply:Very, very moving. I don't think anybody could deny that it's great.
Reply:Well, it's so very real for some children. It's so very sad. You capture it well.
Reply:Good Job! Even though it's very sad. Keep doing your thing. Don't let anyone stop you from doing it.
Reply:wow i don't understand it because i am too young but i do know that there are people out there and i am aware but you have a tlent if you wrote this!
Reply:very sad.... unfortunately.... this is reality and things like this actually happen...... so very sad though :/
kisses
xXx
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On another drunken night that went wrong.
She brushes back her long hair
And sits in complete, tormenting silence.
Shouts tear into the quiet;
From the downstairs kitchen, her parents fight.
Itching at her purple arms
She cries out in pain from the deep bruises.
She unties her worn out shoes;
They've grown too small for her growing body.
She fixes her old, red shirt
That's been punctured by broken beer bottels.
Scratching at cigarette burns,
She climbs down the wooden stairs dressed in mold.
Tugging at her father's pants,
She begs him to stop yelling at her mother.
His hand smacks across her face
And she begins to sob from the sight of blood.
She quickly runs back upstairs,
And sits accostomed to crying herself sick.
She was born on accident
On another drunken night that went wrong.
She brushes back her long hair
And cries herself to sleep on this average day.
Do you like this sad poem?
This poem cuts into every pore of my soul. For sadly, this is all too real for many children. You write well!
Reply:It is very sad.
Reply:Strange, that everyone needs a license to get married but anyone can have a child. Insane people like the one you describe should never be permitted to bring a child into the world to be abused and destroyed.
Reply:wow
Reply:i have heard that before...it is very good but the mental picture is almost too much to take.
Reply:Very, very moving. I don't think anybody could deny that it's great.
Reply:Well, it's so very real for some children. It's so very sad. You capture it well.
Reply:Good Job! Even though it's very sad. Keep doing your thing. Don't let anyone stop you from doing it.
Reply:wow i don't understand it because i am too young but i do know that there are people out there and i am aware but you have a tlent if you wrote this!
Reply:very sad.... unfortunately.... this is reality and things like this actually happen...... so very sad though :/
kisses
xXx
fashion accessories
What song?
its a boy singing it does not go like this order but of what i remember can you tell me the artist and song??
and if i could swim i swim out to you in the ocean to wear you were floating in the dark and if i was bleassed i walked out to the water were your were breathing.
and if i was brave i would climb up to you on the mountian
and i stand there like a soilder like a foot apon his cheast with my arms spreat and my blody sunday cheast
i walked threw h.e.ll for you
threw hell for let the tourting for you cause my soul is usless with out you,
and i hold you in my week arms like a first born
i walked threw hell for let it born my shoes cause my soul is usless with out you.
What song?
Say anything-walk through hell
love that band
Reply:Say Anything - A Walk Through hell
And if I could swim
I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floating
in the dark.
And if was blessed
I walk on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for that heaving
Sunken chest.
'Cause they chose you
As the model
For their empty little dreams.
With your new head
And your legs spread
Like a filthy magazine.
And they hunt you
And they gut you
And you give in.
And if I was brave
I'd climb up to you on the mountain.
They led you to drink from their fountain
Spouting lies.
And I'd slay
The horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission
To your eyes,
And I'd stand there
Like a soldier
With my foot upon his chest.
With my grin spread
And my arms out
In my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me
I'd remind you
Who you are...
Under their shell..
I'd walk through hell for you.
Let it burn right through my shoes.
These soles are useless without you.
Through hell for you
Let the torturing ensue.
My soul is useless without you
And if they sent a whirlwind,
I'd hug it like a harmless little tree.
Or an earthquake,
I'd calm it,
And I'd bring you back to me,
And I'd hold you
In my weak arms like a first born.
I'd walk through hell for you.
Let it burn right through my shoes.
These soles are useless without you.
Through hell for you
Let the torturing ensue.
My soul is useless without you (through hell for you)
(through hell for you) without you
Without you (through hell for you)
Without you (through hell for you)
Now, I've walked through hell for you,
What's an adventurer to do
But rest these feet at home with you
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and if i could swim i swim out to you in the ocean to wear you were floating in the dark and if i was bleassed i walked out to the water were your were breathing.
and if i was brave i would climb up to you on the mountian
and i stand there like a soilder like a foot apon his cheast with my arms spreat and my blody sunday cheast
i walked threw h.e.ll for you
threw hell for let the tourting for you cause my soul is usless with out you,
and i hold you in my week arms like a first born
i walked threw hell for let it born my shoes cause my soul is usless with out you.
What song?
Say anything-walk through hell
love that band
Reply:Say Anything - A Walk Through hell
And if I could swim
I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floating
in the dark.
And if was blessed
I walk on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for that heaving
Sunken chest.
'Cause they chose you
As the model
For their empty little dreams.
With your new head
And your legs spread
Like a filthy magazine.
And they hunt you
And they gut you
And you give in.
And if I was brave
I'd climb up to you on the mountain.
They led you to drink from their fountain
Spouting lies.
And I'd slay
The horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission
To your eyes,
And I'd stand there
Like a soldier
With my foot upon his chest.
With my grin spread
And my arms out
In my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me
I'd remind you
Who you are...
Under their shell..
I'd walk through hell for you.
Let it burn right through my shoes.
These soles are useless without you.
Through hell for you
Let the torturing ensue.
My soul is useless without you
And if they sent a whirlwind,
I'd hug it like a harmless little tree.
Or an earthquake,
I'd calm it,
And I'd bring you back to me,
And I'd hold you
In my weak arms like a first born.
I'd walk through hell for you.
Let it burn right through my shoes.
These soles are useless without you.
Through hell for you
Let the torturing ensue.
My soul is useless without you (through hell for you)
(through hell for you) without you
Without you (through hell for you)
Without you (through hell for you)
Now, I've walked through hell for you,
What's an adventurer to do
But rest these feet at home with you
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Why was it scarier the second time I did it?
Yesterday I climbed atop the roof to retrieve the helicopter. I was not scared even though I had never been on a roof before,(it's nice). Today I needed to get the helicopter off the roof again %26amp; I dithered finding the right shoes, right placement of the ladder and so on. I got up there %26amp; it was still nice, got the 'copter %26amp; flung it off, then I dithered on sliding feet first off the roof %26amp; onto the ladder, (the potential horror of having the neighbors see me on the roof all afternoon %26amp;, GASP, calling the fire dept was a strong motivator to get off). Once my feet were on the ladder I was fine. So...
Why was the second time scarier?
Why was it scarier the second time I did it?
Perhaps because your subconscious has thought in between yesterday and today about the possibility of falling to your death.
It could be that it is a subconscious message to yourself to be careful on ladders, and perhaps not so carefree.
Reply:I like the answer of the first guy to post an answer to your question, Danny. I, too, think that the first time you went up on the roof you acted impulsively without giving much if any thought about what dangers might be involved. I suspect that you're rather young and have a slight 'Devil-may-care' outlook on life. I think that the SECOND time you had to go up on the roof to recover the helicopter, your "fear senses" began to kick in, and you started thinking about what MIGHT COULD happen before you could get back down safely. From that point on, your 'Devil-may-care' attitude had lost your confidence, and you probably started feeling somewhat wobbly when you first stepped on the ladder to go up. When you got to the roof and stepped off successfully, I believe your confidence came back quite a bit because, even though you were on a sloped surface, it was solid and you were still traveling upward--albiet maybe somewhat diagonally. After you picked up the helicopter and sailed it clear of the roof again, THEN--you had to make the trip back down to ground again, and I believe that's when your confidence slipped badly and your position became very scary.
My advice (and I'm no psychiatrist--just recalling when I was a young-un and got quite used to running all over the roof of my parents big old house--having all kinds of peaks and valleys at different levels--much to my mother's dismay and causing leaks of rain down into the attic more often than I should)--uh, my advice to you, if you plan to continue to climb up onto roofs for anything, take some time to practice climbing up and stepping off the ladder just a short distance and turn this way and that, slowly, for a while--taking care of your sure footing and balance at all times; then move to a slightly higher location--not too far away from the ladder--and repeat the movements--being aware of your sense of good control and safety. I believe that after a few of these 'acclimation exercises' you'll be able to maintain your confidence--as well on the roof as on the ground--well--so long as you remember that the roof has definite boundaries beyond which you should NOT jump.%26lt;G%26gt;
freckles
Why was the second time scarier?
Why was it scarier the second time I did it?
Perhaps because your subconscious has thought in between yesterday and today about the possibility of falling to your death.
It could be that it is a subconscious message to yourself to be careful on ladders, and perhaps not so carefree.
Reply:I like the answer of the first guy to post an answer to your question, Danny. I, too, think that the first time you went up on the roof you acted impulsively without giving much if any thought about what dangers might be involved. I suspect that you're rather young and have a slight 'Devil-may-care' outlook on life. I think that the SECOND time you had to go up on the roof to recover the helicopter, your "fear senses" began to kick in, and you started thinking about what MIGHT COULD happen before you could get back down safely. From that point on, your 'Devil-may-care' attitude had lost your confidence, and you probably started feeling somewhat wobbly when you first stepped on the ladder to go up. When you got to the roof and stepped off successfully, I believe your confidence came back quite a bit because, even though you were on a sloped surface, it was solid and you were still traveling upward--albiet maybe somewhat diagonally. After you picked up the helicopter and sailed it clear of the roof again, THEN--you had to make the trip back down to ground again, and I believe that's when your confidence slipped badly and your position became very scary.
My advice (and I'm no psychiatrist--just recalling when I was a young-un and got quite used to running all over the roof of my parents big old house--having all kinds of peaks and valleys at different levels--much to my mother's dismay and causing leaks of rain down into the attic more often than I should)--uh, my advice to you, if you plan to continue to climb up onto roofs for anything, take some time to practice climbing up and stepping off the ladder just a short distance and turn this way and that, slowly, for a while--taking care of your sure footing and balance at all times; then move to a slightly higher location--not too far away from the ladder--and repeat the movements--being aware of your sense of good control and safety. I believe that after a few of these 'acclimation exercises' you'll be able to maintain your confidence--as well on the roof as on the ground--well--so long as you remember that the roof has definite boundaries beyond which you should NOT jump.%26lt;G%26gt;
freckles
Is this good?
It’s morning. The sun is peeking from the horizon. The spring air is fresh, and the grass is damp from the morning dew. The earth slowly awakens from the peaceful night before. Jake Clemons is always up in time to watch the sunrise. He’s up before the rooster crows.
He got dressed quickly to watch the sunrise. He put on his red shirt and some blue jeans. Everyone was still asleep so he had to be quiet. He tiptoed down the hallway. He passed Jamie’s room. Jamie was his 7 year old sister.
After he passed everyone’s rooms, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. He jogged towards the big red barn. He ran through all the hay and to the ladder leading up to the loft. He climbed up the silver ladder and jumped onto the loft. Hay was spread out throughout the loft. Jake crawled towards the loft window and opened it. Then he sprawled out on the hay and gazed at the sunrise.
Watching the sunrise was a good time for Jake to think, and get his thoughts together. It was his only moment of peace during the day. He couldn’t possibly think in the day with all the commotion from his little sister, and all the work that had to be done, there was just no time.
“Cock-o-doodle-doo!” the rooster cried. It was time to get back to the house and cook breakfast. Jake usually made breakfast because everyone was just waking up at the sound of the rooster.
This morning he cooked scrambled eggs, toast, and he heated up some leftover sausage from the morning before. Everyone got seated at the table. It was delightful meal and got the day started off.
His parents usually watched the news right after breakfast, and then they get ready for work. Apparently they left it on, because Jaime was watching it when they got done watching it. He flipped the switch to turn the TV off.
“Hey!” Jaime whined.
“Jaime, you shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff. It gives you nightmares.” Jake had already gone through experience. A few weeks ago they were watching the news and it was talking about some guy who escaped from the county jail near Chester. Jaime couldn’t go to sleep that night because she thought he would come and get her while she was sleeping.
“Fine,” she scoffed.
As soon as she left the room, he turned it back on.
“There is currently a prison escapee on the loose. He stole the security guard’s keys and escaped. He goes by the name of Greg Richards.”
It showed a picture of the escapee. He had a brown buzz cut, a goatee, and his ear pierced. He had a tan. He looked to be in about his late 20’s. The news anchor continued with the story, “He was last seen driving a black Dodge Ram. If you have any information about this man, please call the police.”
“Jake, turn that off. You’ll probably have nightmares just like Jaime.” His mother was always comparing him to Jaime like that.
“Yes ma’am.” Jake turned off the TV.
His parents left for work about eight. They usually got home about 5:00. His mom worked at the
There was nothing to at the house. Jaime asked Jake if he could play a game with her. He didn’t mind but she wanted to play some of the stupidest games.
“Okay Jaime, what do ya wanna play?” Jake asked reluctantly.
“Let’s play hide and go seek!” Jaime shouted. Jake never argued against having to play hide and go seek. It was one of his favorite games. He usually let Jaime hide otherwise she would whine and cry.
They ended up playing hide and seek for hours. His parents finally arrived home. He could now go do something instead of playing with Jaime all day.
Jake figured he’d ride is bike. It was in terrible condition with worn out tires, red and rusted paint job, and the seat torn up. But he didn’t care. It was his only option to get away from the world. It made him feel free. He rode it everywhere around town. Of course the town was small enough to see everything in less than an hour on a bicycle.
The town was called Chester. It’s a population of about 1200 people. Chester has a bunch of old buildings from a long time ago. But most of those are abandoned. People just had a hard time keeping business in Chester. A whole bunch of people moved, which caused a lot of businesses to move, also.
As he was riding his bike, he heard some bells from a distance. Not like the bells you hear at Christmas time, but big bells. They made such a noise that the whole town could hear them. Maybe even the whole county.
He decided to check and see where the bells were coming from. He followed the sound of the bells. It took about 2 minutes to get to where they were. They were coming from some large brick building with a white steeple. At the top of the steeple, there was a small cross. What kind of building has bells, and a steeple with a cross? He wondered. He decided to take a look inside.
He walked down the aisle of red carpet. There were people sitting in long stretched pews. Everyone was dressed nice and elegant. He felt like an outcast with the raggedy clothes he had on.
“Excuse me, young man. Why are you wearing such clothes?” an older woman asked him. He tried to speak but words wouldn’t budge. He was embarrassed.
“Young man?” she said.
He ran to the back of room. As he tried to get out the door, a man spoke. Jake turned around and saw a man in the front of the room. This man was tall. He looked to be in his 30’s. He was wearing a white robe with a green stripe down the middle.
“Thank you everyone for being here tonight,” he said speaking through a microphone.
“I am the new preacher. My name is Dan Miller. I have recently moved here from Alabama, with my daughter, Carley, and my wife, Joyce,” he stated gesturing to his family in the front row.
Carley had shoulder length brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes Jake had ever seen. She looked nothing like her mom, Joyce.
Jake figured he would stay and listen what Dan had to say. He didn’t have to be home until 8 and it was only 6:45. He went and got seated in the last pew. He paid attention to this preacher as he spoke.
“God has a great amount of power. He is so big. He can do anything!” Dan exclaimed raising his hands in the air.
“Anything?” Jake whispered to himself.
Dan preached for the next hour about this God person. He said God was the man who created this very earth, and created us to live in it. Jake couldn’t wait to tell his parents about God.
Jake glanced at his watch. It read at exactly 7:56. Jake was supposed to be home at 8:00 sharp. Jake jumped on his bike and sped away. His house was about 1 mile out of Chester, so it took him about 10 minutes to get home, but at the speed he was going, Jake could’ve swore he got there in less than 5 minutes. He jumped off the bike and ran to the house. He got to the door, swung it open and ran inside. He tried to be sneaky. He didn’t want his parents to know he had come in late. He completely forgot about the door making a ruckus every time it closed. He raced to door to try to stop it from making the noise.
“Jake is that you?” his father had asked from the living room. Jake was so exhausted from the ride home, he could barely speak.
“Yes, dad,” he said panting.
“Where in the hell have you been, Jake? You were supposed to be home 5 minutes ago.” His father was really strict about being home on time. He wanted to say he was just outside for a bit, but he couldn’t stand lying to his father.
“I was at a church,” Jake said looking down at his shoes.
“A church? Why were you at this church?” his father asked him with and eyebrow raised.
“Well, I was listening to this guy talk about God,” Jake explained innocently.
“My gosh Jake! There is no God. People just say that so they can have something to believe in. Now go upstairs and finish your homework.
Jake ran to his room and went to his bed. He lay there, thinking. His dad was usually right about stuff. Maybe there was no God. Maybe Dan was full of himself and didn’t know what he was talking about. He listened to a complete stranger and believed it. His dad was right, there was no God.
“Jake! Dinner is ready!” his mom called from downstairs.
He headed downstairs at the pace of a gazelle. He was so caught up in all this God stuff he almost forgot about his stomach. He sat down and as soon as he was about to attack the food, his mom smacked his hand.
“Not until everyone is seated,” she said as she was putting the food on the table. He looked around and everyone was seated, except his sister. He almost forgot about Jaime, who was still upstairs in her room.
“Jake, go upstairs and get your sister,” his mom ordered from across the table.
Jake rushed upstairs and headed towards Jamie’s room.
Her room was all pink. She had a pink bedspread, pink lamp, and a pink chair. Her room was also a mess. Toys were everywhere. There was so much clutter, that you couldn’t even see the floor.
Jake hopped everywhere around the room trying not to step on anything. He finally reached Jaime, who was playing with her dolls.
“Hey, sis. It’s time for supper,” he said tapping her on the shoulder.
“Okay,” she replied.
They both headed downstairs and got seated at the dinner table. Jake and Jaime sat across from each other. His mom and dad sat at the ends of the table like the queen and king in old medieval times.
Today’s dinner was his mom’s specialty, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, and grilled pork chops. His mom sure did make a mean batch of mashed potatoes.
Jake could finally start eating since everyone was seated.
“So are you two ready for the first day of school tomorrow?” his mother asked.
“Yes ma’am!” Jaime called out.
Jake just sat there, not knowing what to say.
“Jake? What about you? Are you ready for school tomorrow?” his mother asked eyeing him from across the table.
“Uh. Yes ma’am,” he lied when the truth was he wasn’t ready for the first day of school.
Last year, his best friend moved away because his mom and dad got better jobs. It was a difficult time because he tried to make new friends but everyone ignored him. He hoped he would have better luck this year.
The dinner was so delicious. For dessert, they had homemade vanilla ice cream. Jake was so stuffed afterwards.
Jake cleaned up the dinner table and washed the dishes. Afterwards he went upstairs to his room.
His room wasn’t all decorated like Jaime’s room. It was more conservative. He just had off-white walls with the occasional artwork that Jaime had drawn for him on them.
He grabbed his notebook and an ink pen from his desk. He got on his bed and began writing. Writing was Jake’s passion. He could write about absolutely anything. He always carried his notebook and his pen in case anything that came to mind, he could write down. He glanced at his watch. It read 9:27. Jake figured he’d get to bed at a decent hour. He put his notebook and pen under the mattress. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed.
Is this good?
what r u writing a best seller novel??
I always thought there was a limit to how many words u can write, but know i know how much i can write THANK U !!!!!!
Reply:sorry, but no one has the time to read a question the length of a novel
Reply:At first I wasn't going to read all of this, but I went back and read it. It is good you need to post some more to finish the story though. You can't just leave Jake in bed. I would like to hear how the first day of school went.
Reply:i'm sorry, i don't have the patience to read ALL of that.
Reply:Yeah that was great keep it up you've got talent
Reply:check this link its good
http://workathomedetailss.blogspot.com/
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Reply:I can't read ALL of that but I did read a bit of it and the sentences are choppy.
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He got dressed quickly to watch the sunrise. He put on his red shirt and some blue jeans. Everyone was still asleep so he had to be quiet. He tiptoed down the hallway. He passed Jamie’s room. Jamie was his 7 year old sister.
After he passed everyone’s rooms, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. He jogged towards the big red barn. He ran through all the hay and to the ladder leading up to the loft. He climbed up the silver ladder and jumped onto the loft. Hay was spread out throughout the loft. Jake crawled towards the loft window and opened it. Then he sprawled out on the hay and gazed at the sunrise.
Watching the sunrise was a good time for Jake to think, and get his thoughts together. It was his only moment of peace during the day. He couldn’t possibly think in the day with all the commotion from his little sister, and all the work that had to be done, there was just no time.
“Cock-o-doodle-doo!” the rooster cried. It was time to get back to the house and cook breakfast. Jake usually made breakfast because everyone was just waking up at the sound of the rooster.
This morning he cooked scrambled eggs, toast, and he heated up some leftover sausage from the morning before. Everyone got seated at the table. It was delightful meal and got the day started off.
His parents usually watched the news right after breakfast, and then they get ready for work. Apparently they left it on, because Jaime was watching it when they got done watching it. He flipped the switch to turn the TV off.
“Hey!” Jaime whined.
“Jaime, you shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff. It gives you nightmares.” Jake had already gone through experience. A few weeks ago they were watching the news and it was talking about some guy who escaped from the county jail near Chester. Jaime couldn’t go to sleep that night because she thought he would come and get her while she was sleeping.
“Fine,” she scoffed.
As soon as she left the room, he turned it back on.
“There is currently a prison escapee on the loose. He stole the security guard’s keys and escaped. He goes by the name of Greg Richards.”
It showed a picture of the escapee. He had a brown buzz cut, a goatee, and his ear pierced. He had a tan. He looked to be in about his late 20’s. The news anchor continued with the story, “He was last seen driving a black Dodge Ram. If you have any information about this man, please call the police.”
“Jake, turn that off. You’ll probably have nightmares just like Jaime.” His mother was always comparing him to Jaime like that.
“Yes ma’am.” Jake turned off the TV.
His parents left for work about eight. They usually got home about 5:00. His mom worked at the
There was nothing to at the house. Jaime asked Jake if he could play a game with her. He didn’t mind but she wanted to play some of the stupidest games.
“Okay Jaime, what do ya wanna play?” Jake asked reluctantly.
“Let’s play hide and go seek!” Jaime shouted. Jake never argued against having to play hide and go seek. It was one of his favorite games. He usually let Jaime hide otherwise she would whine and cry.
They ended up playing hide and seek for hours. His parents finally arrived home. He could now go do something instead of playing with Jaime all day.
Jake figured he’d ride is bike. It was in terrible condition with worn out tires, red and rusted paint job, and the seat torn up. But he didn’t care. It was his only option to get away from the world. It made him feel free. He rode it everywhere around town. Of course the town was small enough to see everything in less than an hour on a bicycle.
The town was called Chester. It’s a population of about 1200 people. Chester has a bunch of old buildings from a long time ago. But most of those are abandoned. People just had a hard time keeping business in Chester. A whole bunch of people moved, which caused a lot of businesses to move, also.
As he was riding his bike, he heard some bells from a distance. Not like the bells you hear at Christmas time, but big bells. They made such a noise that the whole town could hear them. Maybe even the whole county.
He decided to check and see where the bells were coming from. He followed the sound of the bells. It took about 2 minutes to get to where they were. They were coming from some large brick building with a white steeple. At the top of the steeple, there was a small cross. What kind of building has bells, and a steeple with a cross? He wondered. He decided to take a look inside.
He walked down the aisle of red carpet. There were people sitting in long stretched pews. Everyone was dressed nice and elegant. He felt like an outcast with the raggedy clothes he had on.
“Excuse me, young man. Why are you wearing such clothes?” an older woman asked him. He tried to speak but words wouldn’t budge. He was embarrassed.
“Young man?” she said.
He ran to the back of room. As he tried to get out the door, a man spoke. Jake turned around and saw a man in the front of the room. This man was tall. He looked to be in his 30’s. He was wearing a white robe with a green stripe down the middle.
“Thank you everyone for being here tonight,” he said speaking through a microphone.
“I am the new preacher. My name is Dan Miller. I have recently moved here from Alabama, with my daughter, Carley, and my wife, Joyce,” he stated gesturing to his family in the front row.
Carley had shoulder length brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes Jake had ever seen. She looked nothing like her mom, Joyce.
Jake figured he would stay and listen what Dan had to say. He didn’t have to be home until 8 and it was only 6:45. He went and got seated in the last pew. He paid attention to this preacher as he spoke.
“God has a great amount of power. He is so big. He can do anything!” Dan exclaimed raising his hands in the air.
“Anything?” Jake whispered to himself.
Dan preached for the next hour about this God person. He said God was the man who created this very earth, and created us to live in it. Jake couldn’t wait to tell his parents about God.
Jake glanced at his watch. It read at exactly 7:56. Jake was supposed to be home at 8:00 sharp. Jake jumped on his bike and sped away. His house was about 1 mile out of Chester, so it took him about 10 minutes to get home, but at the speed he was going, Jake could’ve swore he got there in less than 5 minutes. He jumped off the bike and ran to the house. He got to the door, swung it open and ran inside. He tried to be sneaky. He didn’t want his parents to know he had come in late. He completely forgot about the door making a ruckus every time it closed. He raced to door to try to stop it from making the noise.
“Jake is that you?” his father had asked from the living room. Jake was so exhausted from the ride home, he could barely speak.
“Yes, dad,” he said panting.
“Where in the hell have you been, Jake? You were supposed to be home 5 minutes ago.” His father was really strict about being home on time. He wanted to say he was just outside for a bit, but he couldn’t stand lying to his father.
“I was at a church,” Jake said looking down at his shoes.
“A church? Why were you at this church?” his father asked him with and eyebrow raised.
“Well, I was listening to this guy talk about God,” Jake explained innocently.
“My gosh Jake! There is no God. People just say that so they can have something to believe in. Now go upstairs and finish your homework.
Jake ran to his room and went to his bed. He lay there, thinking. His dad was usually right about stuff. Maybe there was no God. Maybe Dan was full of himself and didn’t know what he was talking about. He listened to a complete stranger and believed it. His dad was right, there was no God.
“Jake! Dinner is ready!” his mom called from downstairs.
He headed downstairs at the pace of a gazelle. He was so caught up in all this God stuff he almost forgot about his stomach. He sat down and as soon as he was about to attack the food, his mom smacked his hand.
“Not until everyone is seated,” she said as she was putting the food on the table. He looked around and everyone was seated, except his sister. He almost forgot about Jaime, who was still upstairs in her room.
“Jake, go upstairs and get your sister,” his mom ordered from across the table.
Jake rushed upstairs and headed towards Jamie’s room.
Her room was all pink. She had a pink bedspread, pink lamp, and a pink chair. Her room was also a mess. Toys were everywhere. There was so much clutter, that you couldn’t even see the floor.
Jake hopped everywhere around the room trying not to step on anything. He finally reached Jaime, who was playing with her dolls.
“Hey, sis. It’s time for supper,” he said tapping her on the shoulder.
“Okay,” she replied.
They both headed downstairs and got seated at the dinner table. Jake and Jaime sat across from each other. His mom and dad sat at the ends of the table like the queen and king in old medieval times.
Today’s dinner was his mom’s specialty, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, and grilled pork chops. His mom sure did make a mean batch of mashed potatoes.
Jake could finally start eating since everyone was seated.
“So are you two ready for the first day of school tomorrow?” his mother asked.
“Yes ma’am!” Jaime called out.
Jake just sat there, not knowing what to say.
“Jake? What about you? Are you ready for school tomorrow?” his mother asked eyeing him from across the table.
“Uh. Yes ma’am,” he lied when the truth was he wasn’t ready for the first day of school.
Last year, his best friend moved away because his mom and dad got better jobs. It was a difficult time because he tried to make new friends but everyone ignored him. He hoped he would have better luck this year.
The dinner was so delicious. For dessert, they had homemade vanilla ice cream. Jake was so stuffed afterwards.
Jake cleaned up the dinner table and washed the dishes. Afterwards he went upstairs to his room.
His room wasn’t all decorated like Jaime’s room. It was more conservative. He just had off-white walls with the occasional artwork that Jaime had drawn for him on them.
He grabbed his notebook and an ink pen from his desk. He got on his bed and began writing. Writing was Jake’s passion. He could write about absolutely anything. He always carried his notebook and his pen in case anything that came to mind, he could write down. He glanced at his watch. It read 9:27. Jake figured he’d get to bed at a decent hour. He put his notebook and pen under the mattress. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed.
Is this good?
what r u writing a best seller novel??
I always thought there was a limit to how many words u can write, but know i know how much i can write THANK U !!!!!!
Reply:sorry, but no one has the time to read a question the length of a novel
Reply:At first I wasn't going to read all of this, but I went back and read it. It is good you need to post some more to finish the story though. You can't just leave Jake in bed. I would like to hear how the first day of school went.
Reply:i'm sorry, i don't have the patience to read ALL of that.
Reply:Yeah that was great keep it up you've got talent
Reply:check this link its good
http://workathomedetailss.blogspot.com/
.
Reply:I can't read ALL of that but I did read a bit of it and the sentences are choppy.
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Who sings this song?
If I was a rich man
I'd buy you some shoes
Tall boots for all the dirt you walk through
What would that do?
Enable you to deal
Without schooling you on how to touch what's real
And if I was a smart man
I'd tell you everything that I knew
And give it to you every time you need a talking to
But what would that do?
Teach you my guidelines
So you can be my cheerleader at my game on the sidelines
And if I was a driver
I'd keep my headlights on
To see the difference between right and wrong
I'd wear my seatbelt even when I'm in park
Cause I don't trust the other fools that cruise through these parts
And if I was a better cook
I'd hook up a feast
Set a table full of food for the children to eat
I encourage the nourishment so we can breathe
With the knowledge that we got something accomplished
And if I was an honest man
I would stop writing songs
I'd break for a nervous breakdown for breakfast
Tell everyone I knew to stay away from all of this
It ain't nothing but a confusing mess
And if I was you, I wouldn't hear a word I said
Wouldn't trust nothing to start it up inside my head
I'd make a conscious effort to live instead
Of trying to kill the monsters that reside underneath the bed
And if I was a hurt man
I'd find a way to put my faith
Into a woman that could take me from today
Maybe
I need somebody that could save me
From the parts of myself that keep making me crazy
And if I was a wise man
I'd climb to the top of the mountain peak
To think about strength versus weakness
I'd find a point that rests a couple of feet above your head
And figure out how I could try to help you reach it
And if I did have a choice
I'd never want to live forever
Just let me have a voice so I can make my points
I can't imagine running a race with no finish line
Just let me keep my pace and make to most of my time
I love giving but I'm bad at receiving
The truth is, I'd prefer to be the one bleeding
But I'm a paranoid that stays between play and work
Cautious and aware, 'cause I'm afraid of being hurt
Which brings me to the issue
And that would be this:
How often must I ask myself why I exist?
I feel like a freak, this world is a circus
Just trying to find myself as well as my purpose
Who sings this song?
If I Was Santa Claus by Atmosphere
maintenance repairs
I'd buy you some shoes
Tall boots for all the dirt you walk through
What would that do?
Enable you to deal
Without schooling you on how to touch what's real
And if I was a smart man
I'd tell you everything that I knew
And give it to you every time you need a talking to
But what would that do?
Teach you my guidelines
So you can be my cheerleader at my game on the sidelines
And if I was a driver
I'd keep my headlights on
To see the difference between right and wrong
I'd wear my seatbelt even when I'm in park
Cause I don't trust the other fools that cruise through these parts
And if I was a better cook
I'd hook up a feast
Set a table full of food for the children to eat
I encourage the nourishment so we can breathe
With the knowledge that we got something accomplished
And if I was an honest man
I would stop writing songs
I'd break for a nervous breakdown for breakfast
Tell everyone I knew to stay away from all of this
It ain't nothing but a confusing mess
And if I was you, I wouldn't hear a word I said
Wouldn't trust nothing to start it up inside my head
I'd make a conscious effort to live instead
Of trying to kill the monsters that reside underneath the bed
And if I was a hurt man
I'd find a way to put my faith
Into a woman that could take me from today
Maybe
I need somebody that could save me
From the parts of myself that keep making me crazy
And if I was a wise man
I'd climb to the top of the mountain peak
To think about strength versus weakness
I'd find a point that rests a couple of feet above your head
And figure out how I could try to help you reach it
And if I did have a choice
I'd never want to live forever
Just let me have a voice so I can make my points
I can't imagine running a race with no finish line
Just let me keep my pace and make to most of my time
I love giving but I'm bad at receiving
The truth is, I'd prefer to be the one bleeding
But I'm a paranoid that stays between play and work
Cautious and aware, 'cause I'm afraid of being hurt
Which brings me to the issue
And that would be this:
How often must I ask myself why I exist?
I feel like a freak, this world is a circus
Just trying to find myself as well as my purpose
Who sings this song?
If I Was Santa Claus by Atmosphere
maintenance repairs
Is this good?
m only 13 and this is the 1st chapter of my book.
It’s a beautiful morning. The sun is peeking from the horizon. The spring air is fresh, and the grass is damp from the morning dew. The earth slowly awakens from the peaceful night before. Jake Clemons is always up in time to watch the sunrise. He’s up before the rooster crows.
He got dressed quickly to watch the sunrise. He put on his red shirt and some blue jeans. Everyone was still asleep so he had to be quiet. He tiptoed down the hallway. He passed Jamie’s room. Jamie was his 7 year old sister.
After he passed everyone’s rooms, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. He jogged towards the big red barn, then through hay and to the ladder leading up to the loft. He climbed up the silver ladder and jumped onto the loft where hay was spread out everywhere. Jake crawled towards the loft window and opened it. Then he sprawled out on the hay and gazed at the sunrise.
Watching the sunrise was a good time for Jake to think, and get his thoughts together. It was his only moment of peace during the day. He couldn’t possibly think in the day with all the commotion from his little sister, and all the work that had to be done, there was just no time.
“Cock-o-doodle-doo!” the rooster cried. It was time to get back to the house and cook breakfast. Jake usually made breakfast because everyone was just waking up at the sound of the rooster.
This morning he cooked scrambled eggs, toast, and he heated up some leftover sausage from the morning before. Everyone got seated at the table. It was delightful meal and got the day started off.
His parents usually watched the news right after breakfast, and then they get ready for work. Apparently they left it on, because Jaime was watching it when they got done watching it. He flipped the switch to turn the TV off.
“Hey!” Jaime whined.
“Jaime, you shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff. It gives you nightmares.” Jake had already gone through experience. A few weeks ago they were watching the news and it was talking about some guy who escaped from the county jail near Chester. Jaime couldn’t go to sleep that night because she thought he would come and get her while she was sleeping.
“Fine,” she scoffed.
As soon as she left the room, he turned it back on.
“There is currently a prison escapee on the loose. He stole the security guard’s keys and escaped. He goes by the name of Greg Richards.”
It showed a picture of the escapee. He had a brown buzz cut, a goatee, and his ear pierced. He had a tan. He looked to be in about his late 20’s. The news anchor continued with the story, “He was last seen driving a black Dodge Ram. If you have any information about this man, please call the police.”
“Jake, turn that off. You’ll probably have nightmares just like Jaime.” His mother was always comparing him to Jaime like that.
“Yes ma’am.” Jake turned off the TV.
His parents left for work about eight and they usually got home about 5:00. His mom worked at the grocery store as the manager and his dad worked at the local bank.
There was nothing to at the house. Jaime asked Jake if he could play a game with her. He didn’t mind, but she wanted to play some of the stupidest games.
“Okay Jaime, what do ya wanna play?” Jake asked reluctantly.
“Let’s play hide and go seek!” Jaime shouted. Jake never argued against having to play hide and go seek. It was one of his favorite games. He usually let Jaime hide otherwise she would whine and cry.
They ended up playing hide and seek for hours. His parents finally arrived home, so now he could go do something instead of playing with Jaime all day.
Jake figured he’d ride is bike. It was in terrible condition with worn out tires, red and rusted paint job, and the seat torn up. But he didn’t care. It was his only option to get away from the world. It made him feel free. He rode it everywhere around town. Of course the town was small enough to see everything in less than an hour on a bicycle.
The town was called Chester. It’s a population of about 1200 people. Chester has a bunch of old buildings from a long time ago. But most of those are abandoned. People just had a hard time keeping business in Chester. A whole bunch of people moved, which caused a lot of businesses to move, also.
As he was riding his bike, he heard some bells from a distance. Not like the bells you hear at Christmas time, but big bells. They made such a noise that the whole town could hear them. Maybe even the whole county.
He decided to check and see where the bells were coming from. He followed the sound of the bells. It took about 2 minutes to get to where they were. They were coming from some large brick building with a white steeple. At the top of the steeple, there was a small cross. What kind of building has bells, and a steeple with a cross? He wondered. He decided to take a look inside.
He walked down the aisle of red carpet. There were people sitting in long stretched pews. Everyone was dressed nice and elegant. He felt like an outcast with the raggedy clothes he had on.
“Excuse me, young man. Why are you wearing such clothes?” an older woman asked him. He tried to speak but words wouldn’t budge. He was embarrassed.
“Young man?” she said.
He ran to the back of room. As he tried to get out the door, a man spoke. Jake turned around and saw a man in the front of the room. This man was tall. He looked to be in his 30’s. He was wearing a white robe with a green stripe down the middle.
“Thank you everyone for being here tonight,” he said speaking through a microphone.
“I am the new preacher. My name is Dan Miller. I have recently moved here from Alabama, with my daughter, Carley, and my wife, Joyce,” he stated gesturing to his family in the front row.
Carley had shoulder length brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes Jake had ever seen. She looked nothing like her mom, Joyce.
Jake figured he would stay and listen what Dan had to say. He didn’t have to be home until 8 and it was only 6:45. He went and got seated in the last pew. He paid attention to this preacher as he spoke.
“God has a great amount of power. He is so big. He can do anything!” Dan exclaimed raising his hands in the air.
“Anything?” Jake whispered to himself.
Dan preached for the next hour about this God person. He said God was the man who created this very earth, and created us to live in it. Jake couldn’t wait to tell his parents about God.
Jake glanced at his watch. It read at exactly 7:56. Jake was supposed to be home at 8:00 sharp. Jake jumped on his bike and sped away. His house was about 1 mile out of Chester, so it took him about 10 minutes to get home, but at the speed he was going, Jake could’ve swore he got there in less than 5 minutes. He jumped off the bike and ran to the house. He got to the door, swung it open and ran inside. He tried to be sneaky. He didn’t want his parents to know he had come in late. He completely forgot about the door making a ruckus every time it closed. He raced to door to try to stop it from making the noise.
“Jake is that you?” his father had asked from the living room. Jake was so exhausted from the ride home, he could barely speak.
“Yes, dad,” he said panting.
“Where in the hell have you been, Jake? You were supposed to be home 5 minutes ago.” His father was really strict about being home on time. He wanted to say he was just outside for a bit, but he couldn’t stand lying to his father.
“I was at a church,” Jake said looking down at his shoes.
“A church? Why were you at this church?” his father asked him with and eyebrow raised.
“Well, I was listening to this guy talk about God,” Jake explained innocently.
“My gosh Jake! There is no God. People just say that so they can have something to believe in. Now go upstairs and finish your homework.”
Jake ran to his room and went to his bed. He lay there, thinking. His dad was usually right about stuff. Maybe there was no God. Maybe Dan was full of himself and didn’t know what he was talking about. He listened to a complete stranger and believed it. His dad was right, there was no God.
“Jake! Dinner is ready!” his mom called from downstairs.
He headed downstairs at the pace of a gazelle. He was so caught up in all this God stuff he almost forgot about his stomach. He sat down and as soon as he was about to attack the food, his mom smacked his hand.
“Not until everyone is seated,” she said as she was putting the food on the table. He looked around and everyone was seated, except his sister. He almost forgot about Jaime, who was still upstairs in her room.
“Jake, go upstairs and get your sister,” his mom ordered from across the table.
Jake rushed upstairs and headed towards Jamie’s room.
Her room was all pink. She had a pink bedspread, pink lamp, and a pink chair. Her room was also a mess. Toys were everywhere. There was so much clutter, that you couldn’t even see the floor.
Jake hopped everywhere around the room trying not to step on anything. He finally reached Jaime, who was playing with her dolls.
“Hey, sis. It’s time for supper,” he said tapping her on the shoulder.
“Okay,” she replied.
They both headed downstairs and got seated at the dinner table. Jake and Jaime sat across from each other, and his mom and dad sat at the ends of the table like the queen and king in old medieval times.
Today’s dinner was his mom’s specialty, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, and grilled pork chops. His mom sure did make a mean batch of mashed potatoes.
Jake could finally start eating since everyone was seated.
“So are you two ready for the first day of school tomorrow?” his mother asked.
“Yes ma’am!” Jaime called out.
Jake just sat there, not knowing what to say.
“Jake? What about you? Are you ready for school tomorrow?” his mother asked eyeing him from across the table.
“Uh. Yes ma’am,” he lied when the truth was he wasn’t ready for the first day of school.
Last year, his best friend moved away because his mom and dad got better jobs. It was a difficult time because he tried to make new friends but everyone ignored him. He hoped he would have better luck this year.
The dinner was fantastic. For dessert, they had homemade vanilla ice cream. Jake was so stuffed afterwards.
Jake cleaned up the dinner table and washed the dishes. Afterwards he went upstairs to his room.
His room wasn’t all decorated like Jaime’s room. It was more conservative. He just had off-white walls with the occasional artwork that Jaime had drawn for him on them.
He grabbed his notebook and an ink pen from his desk, then he got on his bed and began writing. Writing was Jake’s passion. He could write about absolutely anything. He always carried his notebook and his pen in case anything that came to mind, he could write down. He glanced at his watch. It read 9:27. Jake figured he’d get to bed at a decent hour. He put his notebook and pen under the mattress. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed.
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Pretty good... could use a little proof reading. Also, Jake's father tells him, 'get upstairs and finish your homework', when he comes home late. Then later at dinner, his mother asks if he is ready for his first day of school tomorrow. I would change that. People will notice small things that make the story less believable. Over all.. good job! Thanks for sharing!
Reply:I don't know why it is, but a lot of people your age generally tend to write stories in present tense. It's kind of hard to read it that way.
Also, at the beginning of the story, you give us lots of detail, e.g. "the grass is damp," but instead of TELLING us, why don't you SHOW us? How do you know its wet? Okay, because of the morning dew, but what does the grass look like? If someone is walking across it, what does it feel like? Does it have a certain smell?
Reply:You got 10 people to read all that and respond to your question? Wow!
Reply:WHAT WAS THE QUESTION???????
Reply:sorry I'm not reading all of that without some kind of introduction telling me what it is about or proper paragraph indents which you can't use on yahoo answers.
Reply:eh. i dont understand the plot.
Reply:i dont understand what the story is about.
Reply:check this link its good
http://workathomedetailss.blogspot.com/
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Reply:i don't really get it. your sentence sound the same in every part n i'm confused on the usage of tenses.
sorry.. but i'm sure you'll improve if u just practice more.
Reply:You have some good imagery. You've named the characters well; you can believe 'Jake' and 'Jamie' as young members of a rural family; the idea of being up 'before the rooster crowed' adds to this picture of a family living in a rural community.
But, in many places, it drags. And you don't tie things in as quickly as you could-for example, you could say 'Jake had to be quiet as he put on his red shirt and blue jeans, as his little sister Jamie, was still asleep, rather than writing a different sentence to tell your audience that Jake got up early; Jamie was his sister; he always got up before her; what he wore; and things like that.
As for the dinner-'A fantastic dinner was made complete by a dessert of home made ice cream' might work better than the seemingly unrelated sentences you use.
But, I think you get the idea, and you do seem to know what you want to write about. as you say, you're just 13-you have a long way to go. Try asking different people their opinions-not just here. Maybe compare what yu wrote to books on similar subjects (just be careful not to copy-lots of people do it, without realizing it.) Does your school have electives yet? If so, try taking a course in creative writing.
Whatever you do-don't stop writing! You definitely have an idea, a gift for imagery, and some talent. You're just rough around the edges. If taking a course is out, you can try reading books that have some guidelines. But don't let them dictate a style to you-you already have your own, and while you're probably not ready to be published few 13-year-olds are.
With that in mind,Try 'reading 'The Outsiders' by S.E. Hinton, which was published when the author was 15. Maybe you can find other books written by young authors. You do have a style, and some ideas of what to write about=now, its time to write them-and polish and develop your style, as you go along. And, while you should always think of improvement, perfection, as a goal, is a dead end-no writer ever reaches it.
Keep on writing. I hope to read more about the Clemons family. Don't be discouraged-be encouraged to keep up your ideas for presenting your story. And good luck!!!
Reply:Im not getting it either. And you really need to watch your tenses. You change from present to past at the beginning. It just sounds like a bunch of sentences strung together to me. Sorry. Pax - C
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It’s a beautiful morning. The sun is peeking from the horizon. The spring air is fresh, and the grass is damp from the morning dew. The earth slowly awakens from the peaceful night before. Jake Clemons is always up in time to watch the sunrise. He’s up before the rooster crows.
He got dressed quickly to watch the sunrise. He put on his red shirt and some blue jeans. Everyone was still asleep so he had to be quiet. He tiptoed down the hallway. He passed Jamie’s room. Jamie was his 7 year old sister.
After he passed everyone’s rooms, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. He jogged towards the big red barn, then through hay and to the ladder leading up to the loft. He climbed up the silver ladder and jumped onto the loft where hay was spread out everywhere. Jake crawled towards the loft window and opened it. Then he sprawled out on the hay and gazed at the sunrise.
Watching the sunrise was a good time for Jake to think, and get his thoughts together. It was his only moment of peace during the day. He couldn’t possibly think in the day with all the commotion from his little sister, and all the work that had to be done, there was just no time.
“Cock-o-doodle-doo!” the rooster cried. It was time to get back to the house and cook breakfast. Jake usually made breakfast because everyone was just waking up at the sound of the rooster.
This morning he cooked scrambled eggs, toast, and he heated up some leftover sausage from the morning before. Everyone got seated at the table. It was delightful meal and got the day started off.
His parents usually watched the news right after breakfast, and then they get ready for work. Apparently they left it on, because Jaime was watching it when they got done watching it. He flipped the switch to turn the TV off.
“Hey!” Jaime whined.
“Jaime, you shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff. It gives you nightmares.” Jake had already gone through experience. A few weeks ago they were watching the news and it was talking about some guy who escaped from the county jail near Chester. Jaime couldn’t go to sleep that night because she thought he would come and get her while she was sleeping.
“Fine,” she scoffed.
As soon as she left the room, he turned it back on.
“There is currently a prison escapee on the loose. He stole the security guard’s keys and escaped. He goes by the name of Greg Richards.”
It showed a picture of the escapee. He had a brown buzz cut, a goatee, and his ear pierced. He had a tan. He looked to be in about his late 20’s. The news anchor continued with the story, “He was last seen driving a black Dodge Ram. If you have any information about this man, please call the police.”
“Jake, turn that off. You’ll probably have nightmares just like Jaime.” His mother was always comparing him to Jaime like that.
“Yes ma’am.” Jake turned off the TV.
His parents left for work about eight and they usually got home about 5:00. His mom worked at the grocery store as the manager and his dad worked at the local bank.
There was nothing to at the house. Jaime asked Jake if he could play a game with her. He didn’t mind, but she wanted to play some of the stupidest games.
“Okay Jaime, what do ya wanna play?” Jake asked reluctantly.
“Let’s play hide and go seek!” Jaime shouted. Jake never argued against having to play hide and go seek. It was one of his favorite games. He usually let Jaime hide otherwise she would whine and cry.
They ended up playing hide and seek for hours. His parents finally arrived home, so now he could go do something instead of playing with Jaime all day.
Jake figured he’d ride is bike. It was in terrible condition with worn out tires, red and rusted paint job, and the seat torn up. But he didn’t care. It was his only option to get away from the world. It made him feel free. He rode it everywhere around town. Of course the town was small enough to see everything in less than an hour on a bicycle.
The town was called Chester. It’s a population of about 1200 people. Chester has a bunch of old buildings from a long time ago. But most of those are abandoned. People just had a hard time keeping business in Chester. A whole bunch of people moved, which caused a lot of businesses to move, also.
As he was riding his bike, he heard some bells from a distance. Not like the bells you hear at Christmas time, but big bells. They made such a noise that the whole town could hear them. Maybe even the whole county.
He decided to check and see where the bells were coming from. He followed the sound of the bells. It took about 2 minutes to get to where they were. They were coming from some large brick building with a white steeple. At the top of the steeple, there was a small cross. What kind of building has bells, and a steeple with a cross? He wondered. He decided to take a look inside.
He walked down the aisle of red carpet. There were people sitting in long stretched pews. Everyone was dressed nice and elegant. He felt like an outcast with the raggedy clothes he had on.
“Excuse me, young man. Why are you wearing such clothes?” an older woman asked him. He tried to speak but words wouldn’t budge. He was embarrassed.
“Young man?” she said.
He ran to the back of room. As he tried to get out the door, a man spoke. Jake turned around and saw a man in the front of the room. This man was tall. He looked to be in his 30’s. He was wearing a white robe with a green stripe down the middle.
“Thank you everyone for being here tonight,” he said speaking through a microphone.
“I am the new preacher. My name is Dan Miller. I have recently moved here from Alabama, with my daughter, Carley, and my wife, Joyce,” he stated gesturing to his family in the front row.
Carley had shoulder length brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes Jake had ever seen. She looked nothing like her mom, Joyce.
Jake figured he would stay and listen what Dan had to say. He didn’t have to be home until 8 and it was only 6:45. He went and got seated in the last pew. He paid attention to this preacher as he spoke.
“God has a great amount of power. He is so big. He can do anything!” Dan exclaimed raising his hands in the air.
“Anything?” Jake whispered to himself.
Dan preached for the next hour about this God person. He said God was the man who created this very earth, and created us to live in it. Jake couldn’t wait to tell his parents about God.
Jake glanced at his watch. It read at exactly 7:56. Jake was supposed to be home at 8:00 sharp. Jake jumped on his bike and sped away. His house was about 1 mile out of Chester, so it took him about 10 minutes to get home, but at the speed he was going, Jake could’ve swore he got there in less than 5 minutes. He jumped off the bike and ran to the house. He got to the door, swung it open and ran inside. He tried to be sneaky. He didn’t want his parents to know he had come in late. He completely forgot about the door making a ruckus every time it closed. He raced to door to try to stop it from making the noise.
“Jake is that you?” his father had asked from the living room. Jake was so exhausted from the ride home, he could barely speak.
“Yes, dad,” he said panting.
“Where in the hell have you been, Jake? You were supposed to be home 5 minutes ago.” His father was really strict about being home on time. He wanted to say he was just outside for a bit, but he couldn’t stand lying to his father.
“I was at a church,” Jake said looking down at his shoes.
“A church? Why were you at this church?” his father asked him with and eyebrow raised.
“Well, I was listening to this guy talk about God,” Jake explained innocently.
“My gosh Jake! There is no God. People just say that so they can have something to believe in. Now go upstairs and finish your homework.”
Jake ran to his room and went to his bed. He lay there, thinking. His dad was usually right about stuff. Maybe there was no God. Maybe Dan was full of himself and didn’t know what he was talking about. He listened to a complete stranger and believed it. His dad was right, there was no God.
“Jake! Dinner is ready!” his mom called from downstairs.
He headed downstairs at the pace of a gazelle. He was so caught up in all this God stuff he almost forgot about his stomach. He sat down and as soon as he was about to attack the food, his mom smacked his hand.
“Not until everyone is seated,” she said as she was putting the food on the table. He looked around and everyone was seated, except his sister. He almost forgot about Jaime, who was still upstairs in her room.
“Jake, go upstairs and get your sister,” his mom ordered from across the table.
Jake rushed upstairs and headed towards Jamie’s room.
Her room was all pink. She had a pink bedspread, pink lamp, and a pink chair. Her room was also a mess. Toys were everywhere. There was so much clutter, that you couldn’t even see the floor.
Jake hopped everywhere around the room trying not to step on anything. He finally reached Jaime, who was playing with her dolls.
“Hey, sis. It’s time for supper,” he said tapping her on the shoulder.
“Okay,” she replied.
They both headed downstairs and got seated at the dinner table. Jake and Jaime sat across from each other, and his mom and dad sat at the ends of the table like the queen and king in old medieval times.
Today’s dinner was his mom’s specialty, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, and grilled pork chops. His mom sure did make a mean batch of mashed potatoes.
Jake could finally start eating since everyone was seated.
“So are you two ready for the first day of school tomorrow?” his mother asked.
“Yes ma’am!” Jaime called out.
Jake just sat there, not knowing what to say.
“Jake? What about you? Are you ready for school tomorrow?” his mother asked eyeing him from across the table.
“Uh. Yes ma’am,” he lied when the truth was he wasn’t ready for the first day of school.
Last year, his best friend moved away because his mom and dad got better jobs. It was a difficult time because he tried to make new friends but everyone ignored him. He hoped he would have better luck this year.
The dinner was fantastic. For dessert, they had homemade vanilla ice cream. Jake was so stuffed afterwards.
Jake cleaned up the dinner table and washed the dishes. Afterwards he went upstairs to his room.
His room wasn’t all decorated like Jaime’s room. It was more conservative. He just had off-white walls with the occasional artwork that Jaime had drawn for him on them.
He grabbed his notebook and an ink pen from his desk, then he got on his bed and began writing. Writing was Jake’s passion. He could write about absolutely anything. He always carried his notebook and his pen in case anything that came to mind, he could write down. He glanced at his watch. It read 9:27. Jake figured he’d get to bed at a decent hour. He put his notebook and pen under the mattress. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed.
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Pretty good... could use a little proof reading. Also, Jake's father tells him, 'get upstairs and finish your homework', when he comes home late. Then later at dinner, his mother asks if he is ready for his first day of school tomorrow. I would change that. People will notice small things that make the story less believable. Over all.. good job! Thanks for sharing!
Reply:I don't know why it is, but a lot of people your age generally tend to write stories in present tense. It's kind of hard to read it that way.
Also, at the beginning of the story, you give us lots of detail, e.g. "the grass is damp," but instead of TELLING us, why don't you SHOW us? How do you know its wet? Okay, because of the morning dew, but what does the grass look like? If someone is walking across it, what does it feel like? Does it have a certain smell?
Reply:You got 10 people to read all that and respond to your question? Wow!
Reply:WHAT WAS THE QUESTION???????
Reply:sorry I'm not reading all of that without some kind of introduction telling me what it is about or proper paragraph indents which you can't use on yahoo answers.
Reply:eh. i dont understand the plot.
Reply:i dont understand what the story is about.
Reply:check this link its good
http://workathomedetailss.blogspot.com/
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Reply:i don't really get it. your sentence sound the same in every part n i'm confused on the usage of tenses.
sorry.. but i'm sure you'll improve if u just practice more.
Reply:You have some good imagery. You've named the characters well; you can believe 'Jake' and 'Jamie' as young members of a rural family; the idea of being up 'before the rooster crowed' adds to this picture of a family living in a rural community.
But, in many places, it drags. And you don't tie things in as quickly as you could-for example, you could say 'Jake had to be quiet as he put on his red shirt and blue jeans, as his little sister Jamie, was still asleep, rather than writing a different sentence to tell your audience that Jake got up early; Jamie was his sister; he always got up before her; what he wore; and things like that.
As for the dinner-'A fantastic dinner was made complete by a dessert of home made ice cream' might work better than the seemingly unrelated sentences you use.
But, I think you get the idea, and you do seem to know what you want to write about. as you say, you're just 13-you have a long way to go. Try asking different people their opinions-not just here. Maybe compare what yu wrote to books on similar subjects (just be careful not to copy-lots of people do it, without realizing it.) Does your school have electives yet? If so, try taking a course in creative writing.
Whatever you do-don't stop writing! You definitely have an idea, a gift for imagery, and some talent. You're just rough around the edges. If taking a course is out, you can try reading books that have some guidelines. But don't let them dictate a style to you-you already have your own, and while you're probably not ready to be published few 13-year-olds are.
With that in mind,Try 'reading 'The Outsiders' by S.E. Hinton, which was published when the author was 15. Maybe you can find other books written by young authors. You do have a style, and some ideas of what to write about=now, its time to write them-and polish and develop your style, as you go along. And, while you should always think of improvement, perfection, as a goal, is a dead end-no writer ever reaches it.
Keep on writing. I hope to read more about the Clemons family. Don't be discouraged-be encouraged to keep up your ideas for presenting your story. And good luck!!!
Reply:Im not getting it either. And you really need to watch your tenses. You change from present to past at the beginning. It just sounds like a bunch of sentences strung together to me. Sorry. Pax - C
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Elisabeth Hasselbeck, born Elisabeth Grace Filarski?
This woman appears on Survivor and loses , then gains instant fame by arguing with Rosie (public enemy #1 to the Bushbots...)
...what a way to climb from humble beginnings...
I bet when she was "Elisabeth Grace Filarski," she wasn't a "conservative." In fact, Cranston RI is one of the 'bluest' places in America! Amazing how things change when people come into a couple of bucks!
LOL!
**Born Elisabeth Grace Filarski on May 28, 1977, in Cranston, Rhode Island, is an American television personality. She initially worked selling tennis shoes but came to public attention after she placed fourth in the television program Survivor: The Australian Outback.
Elisabeth Hasselbeck, born Elisabeth Grace Filarski?
Filarski...sounds like something you'd puke up after a night of partying.
Reply:I believe her parents are Dems, she has mentioned it a few times. My parents are liberals, I grew up in NJ, but as I became an adult I saw the errors of their ways ;)
Reply:Does anyone not know that she hosted on that clothing show, "The Look for Less."
She didn't go immediately from Survivor to The View.
She earned her props.
I'm not saying she didn't annoy me on the show, but we did like that show and watched it a lot. I had no idea she had been on Survivor.
Reply:Elizabeth was on Survior true. She is married to Washington Redskins Tim Hasselbeck.
She was on the View way before Rosie showed up. She was the one who replaced Debbie (can't remember her last name) as I recall. She tried out the spot and was chosen from among many candidates because of her fresh conservative and Christian point of view. Personally, I like her. She has a strong faith in Jesus Christ and lives out her values. She respects other's point of view - not criticise them for theirs.
Reply:Someone who spent a few weeks on an island starving herself goes on to sell tennis shoes. She becomes a political science expert, a foreign policy expert and a investigative journalist while spending an hour a day on a talk show that features cooking and shopping. Yeah, her opinion is based on intelligence LMAO
Reply:I don't think people actually take Elisabeth seriously. But people do not like Rosie, so Lis was sort of a speaker of the Rosie haters and a chance for them to champion someone, anyone, against her.
This time next year, "The View" will be canceled and Lis will be yesterday's news just like any other "survivor" contestant.
Reply:The buzz on Elisabitch is that she became Conservative Republican when she allegedly converted to Christianity. Even Donald Trump said she wasn't the brightest person on television. Hardly anybody takes her seriously, as all she does is parrot every lie ever told by the Bush administration, and there is a vast majority of Americans who oppose the war, and do not support the President.
Check this quote about her in "The View" section on jumpingtheshark.com:
"I had given up on this show long ago, but I tuned in recently when I heard Elizabeth Filarski was added to the panel. I really liked her on Survivor, but man, she needs to keep her vapid political opinions to herself. She was saying how the U.S. is so much safer since we invaded Iraq, when she was asked how, she said Saddam had been brutal to his own people. When someone pointed out to her that maybe that meant Iraqi's were safer, but that still doesn't explain how the U.S. is safer, she replied, and I'm not kidding, "we're all part of the human family, so we're interconnected that way". I just about fell out of my chair, I wonder if she realized how moronic that reasoning is, there are oppressed people all over the world, and while that is tragic, it doesn't affect the security of the U.S. one iota. Should we invade and take over every country that has a mean leader? Good gosh, Elizabeth, your pretty to look at, but keep that yap shut, unless it's about fashion or something, anything else and your in way over your head."
There are other comments in that section that focuses on her lack of mental reasoning, including one calling her "ditzoid Liz." This should pretty much answer your question.
Reply:You answered your own question. However, Iwatch the View everyday and really enjoyed it this past year the Rosie was on. I give Elizabeth credit for never changing her stance on the president and the war every single day up there afgainst Joy and Rosie who are Democrats and liberals through and through. But, I have always been a bigger an of Rosie's. I do not agree with everything she says but I still like her. I hope to see her back on tv in the future. Until then, I will continue to watch her video blogs on rosie.com
Reply:oh no, she is die hard Republican, I believe she was born that way. Frankly, I don't know how she gets any oxygen with her head so far up Bush's a##? There couldnt be 2 women on the planet that get more on my last nerve than her and that freak Ann Coulter!
Reply:she polish like my wife God help us all
Reply:if her husband leaves her and she becomes Filarski again, do you reckon she'll Dem up?
Reply:These childish elementary playground remarks about Elizabeth sound so petty. So what if her birth name is Filarski? So what if she once sold tennis shoes for a living? A lot of other famous people have waited tables, worked at fast food restaurants, and did whatever they could to pay their bills. It's not like she was a hooker, or a drug dealer, or a thief. She was making an honest living.
Reply:a lot of people make a few bucks, change their names and their political affiliation. Actually, there would be no republican party if they didn't.
Forgetting where you come from seems to be the American way, has been since the first arrivals at Ellis Island...maybe that's why little Lizzy is so popular.
Reply:That's kind of cool. Going from selling tennis shoes, to becoming a well known public figure. Not to mention, ripping Rosie a new asshole. I'm beginning to like this girl. Don't hate her for being famous. I like seeing a normal person becoming famous. So let me get this straight. Every person in Cranston, R.I. has the same political views?
Reply:I guess you answered your question.
Reply:Hasselbeck is her married name, I am just not sure what you are doing by putting all her information out their. Most people are made famous by arguing with or taking a different viewpoint from another person who is more famous.
I don't care for Elisabeth myself, I believe she is a bit uptight, but what does any of what you posted have to do with anything?
Reply:I can't stand her even when she was on Survivor. She is full of herself and I wouldn't blame Rosie if she never spoke to her again. She is a puppet for the Republicans just like many public figures. She is most likely on the pay role and couldn't even spell Tomatoes
Reply:lol. that explains it.
Reply:Filarski?
is that polish or czech?
business
...what a way to climb from humble beginnings...
I bet when she was "Elisabeth Grace Filarski," she wasn't a "conservative." In fact, Cranston RI is one of the 'bluest' places in America! Amazing how things change when people come into a couple of bucks!
LOL!
**Born Elisabeth Grace Filarski on May 28, 1977, in Cranston, Rhode Island, is an American television personality. She initially worked selling tennis shoes but came to public attention after she placed fourth in the television program Survivor: The Australian Outback.
Elisabeth Hasselbeck, born Elisabeth Grace Filarski?
Filarski...sounds like something you'd puke up after a night of partying.
Reply:I believe her parents are Dems, she has mentioned it a few times. My parents are liberals, I grew up in NJ, but as I became an adult I saw the errors of their ways ;)
Reply:Does anyone not know that she hosted on that clothing show, "The Look for Less."
She didn't go immediately from Survivor to The View.
She earned her props.
I'm not saying she didn't annoy me on the show, but we did like that show and watched it a lot. I had no idea she had been on Survivor.
Reply:Elizabeth was on Survior true. She is married to Washington Redskins Tim Hasselbeck.
She was on the View way before Rosie showed up. She was the one who replaced Debbie (can't remember her last name) as I recall. She tried out the spot and was chosen from among many candidates because of her fresh conservative and Christian point of view. Personally, I like her. She has a strong faith in Jesus Christ and lives out her values. She respects other's point of view - not criticise them for theirs.
Reply:Someone who spent a few weeks on an island starving herself goes on to sell tennis shoes. She becomes a political science expert, a foreign policy expert and a investigative journalist while spending an hour a day on a talk show that features cooking and shopping. Yeah, her opinion is based on intelligence LMAO
Reply:I don't think people actually take Elisabeth seriously. But people do not like Rosie, so Lis was sort of a speaker of the Rosie haters and a chance for them to champion someone, anyone, against her.
This time next year, "The View" will be canceled and Lis will be yesterday's news just like any other "survivor" contestant.
Reply:The buzz on Elisabitch is that she became Conservative Republican when she allegedly converted to Christianity. Even Donald Trump said she wasn't the brightest person on television. Hardly anybody takes her seriously, as all she does is parrot every lie ever told by the Bush administration, and there is a vast majority of Americans who oppose the war, and do not support the President.
Check this quote about her in "The View" section on jumpingtheshark.com:
"I had given up on this show long ago, but I tuned in recently when I heard Elizabeth Filarski was added to the panel. I really liked her on Survivor, but man, she needs to keep her vapid political opinions to herself. She was saying how the U.S. is so much safer since we invaded Iraq, when she was asked how, she said Saddam had been brutal to his own people. When someone pointed out to her that maybe that meant Iraqi's were safer, but that still doesn't explain how the U.S. is safer, she replied, and I'm not kidding, "we're all part of the human family, so we're interconnected that way". I just about fell out of my chair, I wonder if she realized how moronic that reasoning is, there are oppressed people all over the world, and while that is tragic, it doesn't affect the security of the U.S. one iota. Should we invade and take over every country that has a mean leader? Good gosh, Elizabeth, your pretty to look at, but keep that yap shut, unless it's about fashion or something, anything else and your in way over your head."
There are other comments in that section that focuses on her lack of mental reasoning, including one calling her "ditzoid Liz." This should pretty much answer your question.
Reply:You answered your own question. However, Iwatch the View everyday and really enjoyed it this past year the Rosie was on. I give Elizabeth credit for never changing her stance on the president and the war every single day up there afgainst Joy and Rosie who are Democrats and liberals through and through. But, I have always been a bigger an of Rosie's. I do not agree with everything she says but I still like her. I hope to see her back on tv in the future. Until then, I will continue to watch her video blogs on rosie.com
Reply:oh no, she is die hard Republican, I believe she was born that way. Frankly, I don't know how she gets any oxygen with her head so far up Bush's a##? There couldnt be 2 women on the planet that get more on my last nerve than her and that freak Ann Coulter!
Reply:she polish like my wife God help us all
Reply:if her husband leaves her and she becomes Filarski again, do you reckon she'll Dem up?
Reply:These childish elementary playground remarks about Elizabeth sound so petty. So what if her birth name is Filarski? So what if she once sold tennis shoes for a living? A lot of other famous people have waited tables, worked at fast food restaurants, and did whatever they could to pay their bills. It's not like she was a hooker, or a drug dealer, or a thief. She was making an honest living.
Reply:a lot of people make a few bucks, change their names and their political affiliation. Actually, there would be no republican party if they didn't.
Forgetting where you come from seems to be the American way, has been since the first arrivals at Ellis Island...maybe that's why little Lizzy is so popular.
Reply:That's kind of cool. Going from selling tennis shoes, to becoming a well known public figure. Not to mention, ripping Rosie a new asshole. I'm beginning to like this girl. Don't hate her for being famous. I like seeing a normal person becoming famous. So let me get this straight. Every person in Cranston, R.I. has the same political views?
Reply:I guess you answered your question.
Reply:Hasselbeck is her married name, I am just not sure what you are doing by putting all her information out their. Most people are made famous by arguing with or taking a different viewpoint from another person who is more famous.
I don't care for Elisabeth myself, I believe she is a bit uptight, but what does any of what you posted have to do with anything?
Reply:I can't stand her even when she was on Survivor. She is full of herself and I wouldn't blame Rosie if she never spoke to her again. She is a puppet for the Republicans just like many public figures. She is most likely on the pay role and couldn't even spell Tomatoes
Reply:lol. that explains it.
Reply:Filarski?
is that polish or czech?
business
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Isabelle and Rebecca walked in the now dim woods. The forest looked beautiful in the darkness, but right now Isabelle just wanted to get out of there.
"What was he talking about?" Rebecca asked, trying to keep up with Isabelle's fast pace.
"I don't know," Isabelle muttered. She really didn't know why she was angry. Maybe it was because she thought it was all a joke, but what if it wasn't? Wasn't this what I've always wanted? She asked herself. "Let's just get home."
They finally made it to Isabelle's car, and the climbed in.
A few minutes later they were at Isabelle's house. Both of them got out of her car, grabbed Rebecca's bags, and walked silently into Isabelle's house.
Rebecca flopped onto the couch. She kicked off her shoes and sighed. "Good to be somewhere familiar." she said.
"Tell me about it," Isabelle set the stone that she still clutched on the end table and took off her heels.
"Hey," Rebecca got up suddenly. "Why don't you look through the hole...you know, Rivien said you were a faerie. Just try."
Isabelle groaned. "Oh, fine."
Isabelle picked up the stone and Rebecca followed her into the powder room. It was crowded with two people, but they squeezed.
"Okay, here I go." Isabelle looked through the stone, holding her breath. Maybe this is it, she thought. Maybe Rivien was telling me the truth.
The face she saw through the stone was different. Her eyes were darker, more intense, her cheekbones were prominent, ears pointed. Her hair had moss green streaks weaved through the dark brown. Isabelle quickly took her hand down and turned to Rebecca.
Is my writing okay?
You've got to hook the reader right away. Instead you have us walking along and you give us the mundane details of the girls getting from point A to point B, with some vague dialogue that makes little sense. Your hook actually begins near the end, when they pick up the stone and Isabelle looked through the stone.
But, how can you look through a stone? Is it hollow? Does it have a hole? Promising start, the whole faerie thing.
Reply:It's pretty good. You may want to avoid using the same sentence structure over and over though, for a short passage it's fine, but if you're going to add more to it you may want to re-think it..that way you can keep the reader's attention longer.
Obviously, I don't know the story behind what you have written, but it sounds as if there is depth to it..a little mystery..and that is always good. Add a little more description in..instead of "Both of them got out of her car, grabbed Rebecca's bags, and walked silently into Isabelle's house"..you could put something like "the girls stepped out of the old red Ford, and all that could be heard was the gentle creak of the trunk as it opened. Isabelle handed the bags to Rebecca without even as much as a whisper, without even the slightest meeting of their eyes, and the crunch of their small feet against the gravel of the driveway, as they approached the house, appeared to be somewhat deafening within the silence"
You really want to try and avoid using plain words and short sentences..you need detail and description. Go back through what you have written..pick out words that could be replaced more descriptively....then try it with an entire sentence. Work with it a piece at a time..it will get easier as you go.
Ultimately what you want is to do more than simply tell a tale..you want the reader to feel as if they are there, as if they are experiencing all of it themselves...they need to feel what Rebecca and Isabelle do..not just read about it, and when they put it down..you want them to be rushing back to it as soon as possible. The base of it is there for you...and it's good..but it definately needs a little work.
Good luck!
Reply:i think it would sound better if it was coming from a perspective of either one of the girls... but other then that it's really good!
Reply:I'm not exactly an expert literary critic, but I like it, and it seems well written.
Just one thing, you wrote "and the climbed in." instead of they. :)
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"What was he talking about?" Rebecca asked, trying to keep up with Isabelle's fast pace.
"I don't know," Isabelle muttered. She really didn't know why she was angry. Maybe it was because she thought it was all a joke, but what if it wasn't? Wasn't this what I've always wanted? She asked herself. "Let's just get home."
They finally made it to Isabelle's car, and the climbed in.
A few minutes later they were at Isabelle's house. Both of them got out of her car, grabbed Rebecca's bags, and walked silently into Isabelle's house.
Rebecca flopped onto the couch. She kicked off her shoes and sighed. "Good to be somewhere familiar." she said.
"Tell me about it," Isabelle set the stone that she still clutched on the end table and took off her heels.
"Hey," Rebecca got up suddenly. "Why don't you look through the hole...you know, Rivien said you were a faerie. Just try."
Isabelle groaned. "Oh, fine."
Isabelle picked up the stone and Rebecca followed her into the powder room. It was crowded with two people, but they squeezed.
"Okay, here I go." Isabelle looked through the stone, holding her breath. Maybe this is it, she thought. Maybe Rivien was telling me the truth.
The face she saw through the stone was different. Her eyes were darker, more intense, her cheekbones were prominent, ears pointed. Her hair had moss green streaks weaved through the dark brown. Isabelle quickly took her hand down and turned to Rebecca.
Is my writing okay?
You've got to hook the reader right away. Instead you have us walking along and you give us the mundane details of the girls getting from point A to point B, with some vague dialogue that makes little sense. Your hook actually begins near the end, when they pick up the stone and Isabelle looked through the stone.
But, how can you look through a stone? Is it hollow? Does it have a hole? Promising start, the whole faerie thing.
Reply:It's pretty good. You may want to avoid using the same sentence structure over and over though, for a short passage it's fine, but if you're going to add more to it you may want to re-think it..that way you can keep the reader's attention longer.
Obviously, I don't know the story behind what you have written, but it sounds as if there is depth to it..a little mystery..and that is always good. Add a little more description in..instead of "Both of them got out of her car, grabbed Rebecca's bags, and walked silently into Isabelle's house"..you could put something like "the girls stepped out of the old red Ford, and all that could be heard was the gentle creak of the trunk as it opened. Isabelle handed the bags to Rebecca without even as much as a whisper, without even the slightest meeting of their eyes, and the crunch of their small feet against the gravel of the driveway, as they approached the house, appeared to be somewhat deafening within the silence"
You really want to try and avoid using plain words and short sentences..you need detail and description. Go back through what you have written..pick out words that could be replaced more descriptively....then try it with an entire sentence. Work with it a piece at a time..it will get easier as you go.
Ultimately what you want is to do more than simply tell a tale..you want the reader to feel as if they are there, as if they are experiencing all of it themselves...they need to feel what Rebecca and Isabelle do..not just read about it, and when they put it down..you want them to be rushing back to it as soon as possible. The base of it is there for you...and it's good..but it definately needs a little work.
Good luck!
Reply:i think it would sound better if it was coming from a perspective of either one of the girls... but other then that it's really good!
Reply:I'm not exactly an expert literary critic, but I like it, and it seems well written.
Just one thing, you wrote "and the climbed in." instead of they. :)
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