snow storm shhhmoo storm.

Constantly today I heard conversations about the upcoming snow storm. It makes me sad how people are so dependent on the weather man's predictions. How often is he correct? Not that much as I observe. Every weekend he warns his loyal viewers about snow the next week. Excuse me Curtis Smith, I'm pretty sure I was suppose to be given icy roads last week that should have given me a delay...Meteorologist you have disappointed me once again. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. I feel like that is the slogan best to use when dealing with weathermen. Like what Ms. Ham said today, "I'll believe it when I see it." Ditto Mrs. Ham. Ditto.

new week resolution

Dear Blog,
      I apologize for not writing as much as I should have last week...or let me say not at all. I apologize for my week lacking inspiration for me to say anything interesting. I promise this week that will not be the case, I will write at least once a day. Last week I let you down and that will not happen this week. This is why I have decided to make writing in my blog at least once a day my new week's resolution.
Love Always.

response: innocence is bliss

The Innocence is Bliss essay had the most emotion than the other readings and possessed such a candid, genuine impression. You could experience her excitement when she agreed to be Colin’s girlfriend as she “blushed and beamed.” Her admiration for her boyfriend flooded this paper as she spoke about making the cardboard posters with her friends and cheering for his baseball team. There happened to be a somber moment when she mentioned how “Colin came to my softball games, but he never cheered as loud as I seemed to cheer for him,” but it seems like it was her was of suggesting the relationship didn’t work out. She quickly regarded that sentence by saying how the duo became best friends during the time they went out. You could tell the writer wrote what was in her heart, giving her paper such an honest impression.

dedication.

due to my dear friend's misfortune with a boy, the two of us have been questioning the perfect boy or perfect types of boys. of course you have the bad boy, thug, deep artist, etc. it's not an easy task and watching various lifetime movies to find a perfect boy didn't help our cause. maybe there are different types of relationships that intertwine with the perfect boy...but that's a whole different story. trying to avoid being productive in my school work i went on wtftattoos.com and i found:

i'm sure this guy falls in one of the perfect boys list characteristics. perhaps the dedication requirement? i would think so. can you say whipped.

how gangster is rap?

I feel at times rap music has its very non-rap characteristics, I mean when they are constantly coming up with new dance moves trying to out perform the previous dance move is very not gangster. lean with it rock with it was as gangster as dance songs can come because it involves very little movement, but then came a more upbeat cupid's shuffle and the very interactive soulja boy. I do enjoy the latest craze: do the john wall as much as the next person but at least it's coming back to the days of lean with it rock with it instead of soulja boy. What an honor would it be to have a song made up about a signature gesture I do...only if only i was John Wall.

new tattoo idea?

I happened to come across a website filled with unique tattoos and let it be warn that "unique" is an understatement. One that crossed my eye particularly:
I don't know if it was my dedication to Justin Bieber or that it was a 30+ year old man getting a tattoo of a 16 year old boy that intrigued me to the picture, but I think it goes to show that Bieber Fever infects all ages and both males and females- just some people have more servere strains of the fever.

response: a practiced grace

A Practiced Grace provides evidence about how individuals are regularly being observed. A barista wouldn’t expect a customer to notice her conversation that revealed a fellow co-worker received a “Chia Pet for Christmas” or how the “timer beeps to alert her to the readiness of a fresh pot of coffee.” If she was aware that she was going to be closely observed, she probably would have worn a clean apron instead of one “dirtied by coffee and milk.” Let alone would a barista expect a stranger to write a composition essay on her actions or  the final sentence when Jeremy Miller admits, “she catches my eye and I look away, embarrassed” would have been more awkward and uncomfortable for both of them. A Practice Grace certainly confirms how some people aren’t as invisible as they often feel.

            I enjoyed most how Jeremy Miller used a stranger to write his paper about. This way he did not have any personal biased opinions on her that could have made its way into his writing.

a solution to the abundance of snow.

While listening to the 6 o'clock news as I was microwaving a lovely, nutritious snack of edamame I heard something about using snow to make homemade ice cream. Curious to learn more I googled snow ice cream and came across a Paula Deen recipe to make snow ice cream. I am unsure why a woman who lives in the deep south would ever need or would have had the need to discover such a dessert, but I am willing to put that thought in the back of my head come the next snow day because I will be too busy making homemade ice cream from snow.

Ingredients

• 8 cups snow, or shaved ice
• 1 (14-ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Directions

Place snow or shaved ice into a large bowl. Pour condensed milk over and add vanilla. Mix to combine. Serve immediately in bowls.

thank you.

Blogger and Mr. Hill- thank you for providing me the resources to further put off writing my descriptive essay. Without you blogger, I would be on facebook avoiding the essay and without Mr. Hill, I would not have a blog. While I'm at it, thank you peopleofwalmart.com for also providing tools to avoid homework. My favorite 'school friendly' picture from the site today:

a message to famous young boys.

What makes all of you so appealing? - Justin Bieber, Greyson Chance, and my new personal favorite- Mindless Behavior, what is it exactly that makes millions of girls of all ages fall in love with you? Lets face it- none of you are 17, you keep getting younger and younger, and you all are going through puberty which is an awkward time. To top that off you all are singing about experiences that you shouldn't know about like- prom night, falling in love, texting love frequent texts, and devestating break ups!? I do enjoy your talent myself, I'm just curious to what is the secret formula which makes you guys such an sensation? underage+angel voices+girls= <3....perhaps.

R.I.P OPOSSUM

Seeing an animal dying in the middle of the road- not a good way to start the week! Lets be responsible drivers and at least fully kill animals we hit so they don't have to die a slow and painful death--Just a thought!

Accepting Devastation at Ground Zero

            Suzanne Berne’s essay explores the reality of dealing with devastation. Berne began her essay by explaining how she visited ground zero to pay her respects. She looked at ground zero and described it as looking at nothing, but the “nothing” she was looking at was absence. Ground zero appeared to be an average construction site and she found the busyness “reassuring” because of the “hopefulness so often inspired by construction sites.” In the middle of the essay, she noted an elderly man telling his son how he watched the towers being built and he struggled “recalling an absence before there was an absence.” Her mention of the elderly man provided a great source of insight from someone who grew up with the towers beginning to end. Her final sentence, “And by the act of our visiting- whether we are motivated by the curiosity of horror or reverence or grief, or by something confusing that combines them all- that space fills up again,” leaves the essay on a positive, suggesting that ground zero is much more than empty space.

            I visited ground zero six months after 9/11 and it was raining when I visited, as it did when she went. I enjoyed how she described it; her description is what I remember from my visit. I recall that it was busy from the construction site, the police officers, the firefighters, and people from other countries walking around. I especially recall the American flags everywhere and the flowers left near the site. This essay was good enough to be published because it effectively captures the surroundings of ground zero and describes that ground zero is “nothing,” but that “nothing” is absence.