When I first read that we have to keep a blog journal I was kind of annoyed. I figured that it would be the most boring assignment. After going to the writing prompts I started to get ideas of what to write about. The first couple of blog entries were challenging. 300 words seem to take forever to write. But once I started I actually had fun with it.
I was able to show some of my personality with the blog. I actually e-mailed my friends in Illinois the link to the blog and had them read some of the stories. I thought some of the writing prompts were great. But the further along I came with the blog the less prompts I found suitable to write about. I was running out of things to write every time. I had already used the prompts that interested me.
The last couple of entries to the blog felt like a chore unless something interesting had happened that day, such as a news topic I could write about. I do not think the blog changed my writing a whole lot. It usually took me quite a while to write an entry. It takes me a longtime to come up with ideas to write about and also think about the body of the blog entry. I am a pretty slow writer so it was kind of hard. With all the ups and down it was fun overall and I hope my friends enjoyed the blog as well.
I am surprised that I had an opinion on so many things and some of the blogs made me feel pretty proud, because they were funny or from the heart. I think it was a good experience to write this blog at the same time I will probably not write into this blog as frequently s I did without it being part of my grade.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Loyalty
Journal Blog Post
Everybody likes to act like they are your friends. They say you can trust them with a secret or money etc. But when it comes down to it, there are only a handful of people that will show you loyalty.
You can not even count on your family to have your back anymore, even so they are more likely to do so. I had many people act like they were my friends and say that they had my back, but I know there is only one group of friends I can trust completely. My childhood friends back from Illinois have been in my life since elementary school. I know that if I had to call them up with a big favor tomorrow that they would do it for me in a heartbeat. Back in the day, we used to get into fistfights on a regular bases, but I think that just made our bond so much stronger.
There are not many people like that anymore. The same goes for my father. He is probably the one family member that would give his life for me. He has been there for me when everybody else deserted me.
I know who my true friends are because of the hard times I had to go through. These people where the ones that had my back through the whole ordeal of my custody case and regardless of what was going on they showed their support. Does not matter where I go in this country we keep in touch.
You have to hold on to good people like that because the odds are they will be the only true friends you will have in your life. You may have acquaintances that are good to be around during good times, but real friends will be there when life gets hard.
Everybody likes to act like they are your friends. They say you can trust them with a secret or money etc. But when it comes down to it, there are only a handful of people that will show you loyalty.
You can not even count on your family to have your back anymore, even so they are more likely to do so. I had many people act like they were my friends and say that they had my back, but I know there is only one group of friends I can trust completely. My childhood friends back from Illinois have been in my life since elementary school. I know that if I had to call them up with a big favor tomorrow that they would do it for me in a heartbeat. Back in the day, we used to get into fistfights on a regular bases, but I think that just made our bond so much stronger.
There are not many people like that anymore. The same goes for my father. He is probably the one family member that would give his life for me. He has been there for me when everybody else deserted me.
I know who my true friends are because of the hard times I had to go through. These people where the ones that had my back through the whole ordeal of my custody case and regardless of what was going on they showed their support. Does not matter where I go in this country we keep in touch.
You have to hold on to good people like that because the odds are they will be the only true friends you will have in your life. You may have acquaintances that are good to be around during good times, but real friends will be there when life gets hard.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Clean house
Journal Blog post
I hate cleaning. Every time I turn around the sink is filled with dirty dishes and there is another load of dirty laundry. I don’t like mopping, sweeping and picking up the house but I do. Being clean is very important. There is nothing worse when you get unexpected company and you are embarrassed of your house because it is not picked.up. I try to keep my house to a level of cleanliness so that anytime somebody decides to stop by they are welcome to come in.
I don’t care what anybody says but when you walk in the house and it smells or looks nasty you label the person as white trash or nasty. That wont be me.
Especially with children it is hard to keep up, because they seem to use their cup only once and like to change their clothes four times a day. I still have to stay in the routine because my kids need to learn to be clean. They are very young but I make them help me clean. I think they enjoy it sometimes but at other times they break down crying when I tell them that they have to finish their chores before they can go play or have company. I have a little girl and I want her to be a clean person because one day she will be a mother and that is part of the skills of a good mother, to be clean.
Sometimes it is hard to get motivated and get up to do the chores but it is worth it. I enjoy it when my house is clean and everything is in its place. My head feels clear and I am ready to tackle my other responsibilities. The best way to relax is to relax in a clean house.
I hate cleaning. Every time I turn around the sink is filled with dirty dishes and there is another load of dirty laundry. I don’t like mopping, sweeping and picking up the house but I do. Being clean is very important. There is nothing worse when you get unexpected company and you are embarrassed of your house because it is not picked.up. I try to keep my house to a level of cleanliness so that anytime somebody decides to stop by they are welcome to come in.
I don’t care what anybody says but when you walk in the house and it smells or looks nasty you label the person as white trash or nasty. That wont be me.
Especially with children it is hard to keep up, because they seem to use their cup only once and like to change their clothes four times a day. I still have to stay in the routine because my kids need to learn to be clean. They are very young but I make them help me clean. I think they enjoy it sometimes but at other times they break down crying when I tell them that they have to finish their chores before they can go play or have company. I have a little girl and I want her to be a clean person because one day she will be a mother and that is part of the skills of a good mother, to be clean.
Sometimes it is hard to get motivated and get up to do the chores but it is worth it. I enjoy it when my house is clean and everything is in its place. My head feels clear and I am ready to tackle my other responsibilities. The best way to relax is to relax in a clean house.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Obese children
Journal Blog post
I heard a story about Social Services taken away a child from his mother because he was obese. It is kind of shocking how bad the problem seems to be. There are children that are 10 years old and weigh 200 pounds. Even though I wonder how you can let that happen to your child it happens more than we think.
But you have to look at the causes. When they showed a news report about the boy, his mother was just as obese as him. I do not think they should take the child away from the parent. How is it going to help to take the child which will be traumatized and probably will turn to food for comfort. I think they should intervene and help the mother and the child. Obviously the mother does not know how to live a healthy lifestyle. How can we take a child from the mother when she is not intentionally doing this to the child.
People need to be educated and eating healthy needs to be made more available.
I know from experience that trying to cook healthy costs a lot of money, next to eating unhealthy. Fruits and vegetables are very expensive and there is a link between socioeconomic status and obesity. Our whole society is sedentary and active people are rare.
Obesity is damaging to kids. They should be active and healthy because as they get older they will just continue that behavior. A lot of children are sitting at home alone with no social interactions eating and playing computer games or watching TV.
I think it is sad when I see a child that is obese. I know that other children tease them and further push them into isolation. I hope society will change to a more active lifestyle because our children are the victims to the conveniences of the Western lifestyle.
I heard a story about Social Services taken away a child from his mother because he was obese. It is kind of shocking how bad the problem seems to be. There are children that are 10 years old and weigh 200 pounds. Even though I wonder how you can let that happen to your child it happens more than we think.
But you have to look at the causes. When they showed a news report about the boy, his mother was just as obese as him. I do not think they should take the child away from the parent. How is it going to help to take the child which will be traumatized and probably will turn to food for comfort. I think they should intervene and help the mother and the child. Obviously the mother does not know how to live a healthy lifestyle. How can we take a child from the mother when she is not intentionally doing this to the child.
People need to be educated and eating healthy needs to be made more available.
I know from experience that trying to cook healthy costs a lot of money, next to eating unhealthy. Fruits and vegetables are very expensive and there is a link between socioeconomic status and obesity. Our whole society is sedentary and active people are rare.
Obesity is damaging to kids. They should be active and healthy because as they get older they will just continue that behavior. A lot of children are sitting at home alone with no social interactions eating and playing computer games or watching TV.
I think it is sad when I see a child that is obese. I know that other children tease them and further push them into isolation. I hope society will change to a more active lifestyle because our children are the victims to the conveniences of the Western lifestyle.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Teenager throws party after killing parents
July 19th Journal Blog post
After the media followed Casey Anthony’s case for three years, it finally ended in a disappointing verdict, in my opinion. Right after the Casey Anthony’s trial ended a new story broke.
A seventeen year old boy killed his parents by using a hammer. Afterwards he facebooked his friends and had a sixty person party while his parents laid dead in the bedroom of the house.
I am just wondering what is going on with these people. Seemingly normal people seem to be murdering their family members, some of them just to be able to party. Is it that important for these people to socialize that they will kill anything that gets in their way.
Regardless of wether Casey Anthony killed her daughter or not, she neglected the death of this child and partied for thirty-one days. And apparently the teenage boy killed his parents and than threw a party. I mean I have seen neglectful mothers plenty, they seem to roam America especially in my generation, but they usually just ignore their kids to be with a new boyfriend or leave the child with anybody who is willing to babysit so that they can party like they have no children. But murdering to be able to party is a whole new level.
They do not know the motive of the teenage boy yet, but I would speculate that he killed them because they would not let him host a party.
I know your friends mean the world to you when you are a teen but I can not imagine the step of taking your parents life away to be able to hang out.
I do not know what really happened but I am sure the defense will come up with an amazing story about abuse and other things that made the boy snap.
What a great world where murderers can go free when common sense tells us that they are guilty.
After the media followed Casey Anthony’s case for three years, it finally ended in a disappointing verdict, in my opinion. Right after the Casey Anthony’s trial ended a new story broke.
A seventeen year old boy killed his parents by using a hammer. Afterwards he facebooked his friends and had a sixty person party while his parents laid dead in the bedroom of the house.
I am just wondering what is going on with these people. Seemingly normal people seem to be murdering their family members, some of them just to be able to party. Is it that important for these people to socialize that they will kill anything that gets in their way.
Regardless of wether Casey Anthony killed her daughter or not, she neglected the death of this child and partied for thirty-one days. And apparently the teenage boy killed his parents and than threw a party. I mean I have seen neglectful mothers plenty, they seem to roam America especially in my generation, but they usually just ignore their kids to be with a new boyfriend or leave the child with anybody who is willing to babysit so that they can party like they have no children. But murdering to be able to party is a whole new level.
They do not know the motive of the teenage boy yet, but I would speculate that he killed them because they would not let him host a party.
I know your friends mean the world to you when you are a teen but I can not imagine the step of taking your parents life away to be able to hang out.
I do not know what really happened but I am sure the defense will come up with an amazing story about abuse and other things that made the boy snap.
What a great world where murderers can go free when common sense tells us that they are guilty.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Three minutes
Journal Blog Post
Things I can do in three minutes:
I can brush my teeth.
I can comb my hair.
I feed my dog in less than three minutes.
I can get dressed.
I can take a quick shower.
I can make Ramen noodles.
I can make coffee.
I can get in trouble in three minutes or less.
I can spend a whole lot of money.
I can check my e-mail.
I can make an important decision.
I can make three bowls of cereal for my children/
I can get really mad in three minutes or less.
I can make lunch in three minutes.
I can know if I like a person within the first three minutes.
I can try to listen to my fiancé for a maximum of three minutes.
I can go to sleep in three minutes after an exhausting day.
I can change my mind in three minutes.
I can dictate my families behavior in three minutes.
I can make my children cry in three minutes by telling them it is bedtime.
I can make my children laugh in three minutes by acting goofy.
I can turn off all lights in my house after the children leave them on all day in less than three minutes.
I know how to make my fiancé mad in three minutes.
I can make my fiancé love me again in three minutes.
I prefer to talk on the phone for less than three minutes
I can do a half ass job in picking up the mess in house in three minutes.
I can clean the kitchen in three minutes.
I can go from mean to lovable in three minutes.
I can change the oil in my truck in three minutes.
I can do a tire rotation in three minutes, or I think I can. .
Things I can do in three minutes:
I can brush my teeth.
I can comb my hair.
I feed my dog in less than three minutes.
I can get dressed.
I can take a quick shower.
I can make Ramen noodles.
I can make coffee.
I can get in trouble in three minutes or less.
I can spend a whole lot of money.
I can check my e-mail.
I can make an important decision.
I can make three bowls of cereal for my children/
I can get really mad in three minutes or less.
I can make lunch in three minutes.
I can know if I like a person within the first three minutes.
I can try to listen to my fiancé for a maximum of three minutes.
I can go to sleep in three minutes after an exhausting day.
I can change my mind in three minutes.
I can dictate my families behavior in three minutes.
I can make my children cry in three minutes by telling them it is bedtime.
I can make my children laugh in three minutes by acting goofy.
I can turn off all lights in my house after the children leave them on all day in less than three minutes.
I know how to make my fiancé mad in three minutes.
I can make my fiancé love me again in three minutes.
I prefer to talk on the phone for less than three minutes
I can do a half ass job in picking up the mess in house in three minutes.
I can clean the kitchen in three minutes.
I can go from mean to lovable in three minutes.
I can change the oil in my truck in three minutes.
I can do a tire rotation in three minutes, or I think I can. .
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Meal for my enemy
Journal Blog Entry
I would begin the meal for my enemy by buying a twelve pack of Bud Light bottles. I would have to drink them all getting ready for the feast with my enemy. After the beer is all gone and I would be drunk and ready to kill, I would take and wrap up all the bottles in a towel and I would crush all the bottles up, until they became a fine powder.
Than I would prepare the next part by finding a dead carcass that sat in the hot sun for days. After I felt that the meat is ready to be turned into ground meat, I would take my finely grounded glass and mix it with the ripe meat. Afterwards I would soak it in antifreeze for a few days. Maybe I will throw a dash of gunpowder in there to make him a little nutty.
But no meatloaf would be complete without poisonous mushrooms and I would have to scout the land for the most poisonous of all mushrooms. This here is a dish I like to call meatloaf for a “friend”.
Of course I have to make it smell delicious, which I would make sure and season the meatloaf well. On the side, I would prepare him a cyanide laced milkshake made out of ten day old goats milk ( because goat milk is pretty gross on it‘s own).
I would have the meal laid out on the dining table and ready for my guest.
I like people to be in charge of their own fate and I would give even my enemy the option to choose righteously.
When he walks into the dining room, he would be tempted by the delicious smells, but I would tell him,” please do not eat this food. It is my children’s meal. I have nothing else to feed my family. If you eat it my family will starve.” And I would walk out of the room for my enemy to make the decision.
I would begin the meal for my enemy by buying a twelve pack of Bud Light bottles. I would have to drink them all getting ready for the feast with my enemy. After the beer is all gone and I would be drunk and ready to kill, I would take and wrap up all the bottles in a towel and I would crush all the bottles up, until they became a fine powder.
Than I would prepare the next part by finding a dead carcass that sat in the hot sun for days. After I felt that the meat is ready to be turned into ground meat, I would take my finely grounded glass and mix it with the ripe meat. Afterwards I would soak it in antifreeze for a few days. Maybe I will throw a dash of gunpowder in there to make him a little nutty.
But no meatloaf would be complete without poisonous mushrooms and I would have to scout the land for the most poisonous of all mushrooms. This here is a dish I like to call meatloaf for a “friend”.
Of course I have to make it smell delicious, which I would make sure and season the meatloaf well. On the side, I would prepare him a cyanide laced milkshake made out of ten day old goats milk ( because goat milk is pretty gross on it‘s own).
I would have the meal laid out on the dining table and ready for my guest.
I like people to be in charge of their own fate and I would give even my enemy the option to choose righteously.
When he walks into the dining room, he would be tempted by the delicious smells, but I would tell him,” please do not eat this food. It is my children’s meal. I have nothing else to feed my family. If you eat it my family will starve.” And I would walk out of the room for my enemy to make the decision.
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