six words

family: folks, thanks for the womb, sperm

work: now I finally find it relaxing

religion: keep believing believers. heaven needs lambs.

college: what did I get myself into?

goals: for what, per Ryan - the rapture

love and sex: too tired for either right now

6 Word Memoire

Family- Mom, Dad, Me, Jennie, Elle, Mary.
College-Do we have a test today?
Food- Sonic Value Menu saved my life.
Love- Through thick and thin, im here.
Work- All work and no play sucks.
Recreation- Pretty days spent in the hammock.

six word memoirs

Family- Always there through thick and thin.
Food- Yummy! In my Tummy! I'm Full!
Work- I Don't Know the word WORK!
College- Do You remember last night any?
Love and Sex- Love and Sex, two different experiences.
Goals, Hopes, and Dreams- Dream Big! Have Hope! Set Goals!

6-WORD-MEMOIRS

Family -- It is what you make it
Food -- A necessity often taken for granted
Work -- No one wants to, but does
Religion & Spirituality -- Can help humanity, can destroy it
College -- Biggest transition in a person's life
Love & Sex -- Sex means nothing, love means everything
The Arts -- Can be genius, but also bizarre
Goals, Hopes, Dreams -- Something everyone needs to obtain success
Recreation -- Fun no matter what the event
Food & Family -- The only time we're all together

Six Word Histories of the USA's Major Wars

No taxation! We win, tax ourselves.

America versus Britain. Best friends afterward?

South secedes, slaves freed, Abe immortalized.

World War, America enters fashionably late.

Germany gets angry again. America wins.

World war ends, one-uping begins.

Weapons of mass destruction? Whatever, George.

Six Words...

Family: Challenges, partner, children.
The best experience.

Food: Breakfast, lunch, snack,
dinner, dessert. Blessing!

Work: Way to survive.

Transforms the world.

Religion: Act that

guides us to God.

College: Knowledge, values,

customs, ways of acting.

Love and Sex: Feel, hear,

see with your partner.

The Arts: Activity where

humans express their ideas.

Goals: Not by accident.
All with purpose.

Recreation: Activities

that hurt are not recreational.

Food and Work:
No work, no food... no life.

Fairy Tale Memoir

1. 7 men and an apple...whore.
2. Glass stiletto heels capture true love.
3. Half a fish wanting a kiss!
4. A sleeping rose defended by evil.
5. The hairy beast wants some lovin’!!
6. A lady sleeping on a vegetable.

Random

My father not beening in my life still has me angry today. When i was two my parents were together, and father took care of me because he was with my mother. As soon as there relationship began to fade away my father kicked me out the picture. How can a father do there child like this. My father has a total of 16 kids that he has never took care of any of them. So as i look over my life and try to reach out and find my brothers and sisters. I sit around think how could someone have this many kids and dont take care of them.

So i ask my father to give me my brothers and sister number so we can meet each other. He wouldnt give me any of there numbers. I found out i had a brother that worked at burger king, so i went there to ask for him. His name was May "I said is Ram your father, he said why, I told him that was my dad and we were brothers and sisters. So from that day on we stayed in touch. Then come to find out i had a sister that had the same mother as May, so i got a chance to meet my sister. We are very close i think it is a blessing i got to meet her, I will be walking in her wedding on June 6,2009. I pray that i will countinue to find my brother and sisters.

Random Blog - Donna

Watching Donna die was difficult. She had been slipping for a few weeks - wasting my petrol everytime I drove frantically home to check on her. And home is never on the way. She just looked at me in my panic and meowed.

Finally, after sucking all the juice out of every can of cat food in the house, she started to stop. I sat all huddled with her under the shelf, a place she had chosen to be her deathbed. I rubbed her furry little declawed paws - paws she would never let me touch before. Not my doing! She came to me at nine years old, after a family had a baby and didn't want her. She came declawed and bitter. I gave her the first glimpse of the outdoors. She loved it. She loved the sunshine on her silver fur.

"You meant something to me, you know," I said through a veil of endless tears. Just then, one quick clap of thunder from the storm outdoors and she was gone. It took her body a while to die and my lover managed to get me through the morbid moments by explaining every swallow, every twitch, jerk and seizure. "Her lungs are filling with fluid so she tries to swallow..."

The rain stopped and in a few minutes, her body did too. I examined her closely to "make sure". Tightly wrapped in my Pensecola beach towel, I walked with her close to me through the muddy lawn while my lover held the flashlight behind me. We travelled to the hole I had du several days early - in anticipation for this moment. The toil of slinging mucky mud on top of her, followed by large stones (to keep digging varmints away) ended with me on my knees, in sobs. For some damn cat. Some mean, bitch-slapping cat who meant something to me. 

6 Six Word Memoires

Family: Dependable, there in time of need.

Food: Comfort, Nourishing, Yummy in my tummy.

Work: Multi-task. Phone. Email. Smile. Copy. Rush.

College: Time. Study. Papers. Stress. Complicated. Graduation.

Religion: Patience. Love. Kindness. Faithfulness. Unconditional. Steadfast.

Goals: Bachelors. Masters. Job. Home. Husband. Babies.

Six Word Memoirs

Family:
Four close people intertwined into one!
Food:
Cheeseburgers, Fries, yumm.....Chocolate shake too!
Work:
Smell like food when I leave!
College:
School Spirit! Red and White, Razorback!
Love and Sex:
Intimate Relationship...Sacred, Spiritual, and Closeness!

EOSC

The sonic picture brought up a lot of memories at first, to what i like to eat, a cheeseburger with french fries and a dr.pepper, to the junior college i went to. I went to Eastern Oklahoma State College (EOSC) in Wilburton, Ok. I started in 2005 and graduated in 2007. It is a small whole in the wall town. There isn't much to do. Seriously, my first year there they were just putting in a McDonald's and it was the best thing since slice bread.
I have a lot of great memories there, but the ones that i hold dear to my heart are the late nights of being upset because i missed my family or boyfriend and my two good friends would take me to Sonic to get me ice cream and go talk. We always had a blast because you could never be in a bad mood at Sonic because you would always run into everyone. You would start talking to your schoolmates and completely forget about the problems you might be having. I know that this is odd and out of place, but it is something that i enjoyed. I will never be able to eat another oreo blast without thinking of the little town and school i loved!

Six word summaries of fairy tales

Evil stepsisters never get the guy.
Fuzzy and an asshole, until her.
One woman, seven guys, one prince.
Little prick, naptime, big sexy kiss.
So many frogs, not one prince.
Magic carpet ride--bum becomes sultan.

SIX SIX Memoirs

Food: Work today, No time to Eat!
Work: That damn kid, escaped last night!
Religion and Spirituality: Stay prayed up, God got back!
College: School today, No time for rest!
Love and Sex: No time for Boyfriend! Stay focused!
Goals, Hopes, Dreams: School will pay off? One Day!

Why does it have to be so complicated?

The character of Bella in Twilight describes a first love perfectly. She is so in love with Edward instantly. I remember this was what my first love was like. In some aspects her character is relate able, she chooses to be irrational when it comes to her first love but then whenever she first makes her decision to live her dad, the mature adult comes out. The books have so many dedicated readers that live vicariously through her character.
Bella is a complex character so many girls look up to or for that matter wish they were. When reading these books, I completely understood her feelings. Even though vampires aren't real, reading the books from her perspective makes people feel like there is such a thing as love at first sight or immediate attraction.
I really liked her character to begin with, but I later realized she allows herself to get so wrapped up in this world that she doesn't fit in, and it sort of made me frustrated. But then again, who didn't let themselves get in the same position when they had their first love. Her view of her life is the least important thing to her especially in the last two books, and it made me wonder how girls would relate to this once they realized she would give anything to be "immortal." Some people found her to be a disgrace to women because they considered her character to allow a somewhat obsessive relationship.
I think Stephenie Meyer really just wrote to entertain, not enrage readers about Bella, even though it seems her character has created much controversy in some peoples minds.

A Lesson Before Dying

When I was in high school AP English we had to read the book, A Lesson Before Dying, over the summer. I was not excited that this book would be cutting into my summer fun. As I began to read, I could not put the book down. It is still my favorite book. The story is about an African American man in Louisiana that is accused of a murder that he did not commit. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. In court his lawyer claims that he is nothing more than a hog and can not be held accountable for his crime. He is convicted and sentenced to death. His mother wants him to know he is a man before he dies. She convinces a local man that is educated to teach him about dignity. Both of the men grow as the teach each other and learn. In the beginning the young man sentenced to death thought he was nothing better than a hog, but on the day of his execution they said he was the bravest man in the room. I think this book meant so much to me because it showed me just how one sided people can be. It also showed me that with all the bad there is good. Even though the young man died, he died with dignity and inspired many others. It also shows that you can learn from anyone and that sometimes when you go to teach you also learn. Life is all about lesson and it is never too late to make a difference. Everyday of life is just another lesson.

My first dog

Gunner is my two year old chocolate lab.I got Gunner from my ex-boyfriend my sophomore year at Ole Miss. I was so excited to get this dog. I had his food and kennel bought before i even got the dog. We were so happy to bring him home. I took him to the lake, he loved the water. He also go all dirty and rolled in the mud. Gunner got to live in the fraternity house with my boyfriend of that time and his female lab. He had the best life a dog could have. My parents were not to happy when they found out i got a dog. My roommate and i both had big dogs. I love my lab. He is was a good puppy. I never thought about giving him away till the other week, when he chewed my car seat. I walked outside to my car to let my dog out and there was a hole in my seat. I told my parents i had to find a home for Gunner. They were ok with my choice. We found a home for him in a different state. The reality started to set in, i could not give my dog away. He does nothing but keep wattch over me and my house. He is in love with me. He will give me a hug and has to be close to me all the time. I started to cry and told my mom, i was going to keep Gunner. After i thoguht about it, i was not giving Gunner up to anyone. He means more to me then i thought, he is my world. Everyday I wake up, and am so happy i still have my baby. He is like my best friend! He is always there for me to talk to if i need anything. I love my chocolate lab.

Die Vampire Scum!!!

Buffy the vampire slayer--no, not the Kristy Swanson one...the one with Sarah Michelle Gellar..yeah, that one! For many people, Buffy was a far fetched attempt at a teen series. However, for a few of us, Buffy was life. Not only did it deal with the issues of our times (deep and meaningful high school relationships that we thought would last forever) but it dealt with so much more. Many books were actually written comparing buffy to the struggles of teens and females alike. How could someone actually see a girl in a leading role kicking some zombie ass!?! The issues of love, heartbreak, and death were apparent in every episode. In fact, tv guide listed this show as one of the top 100 television shows in history...kinda cool huh...especially how it was based off a box office bomb! The show was on for 7 seasons, each dealing with a new year in the life of Buffy Somers and her friends, the scoobie gang. Each season, a new aspect was added to the already complex show: death of a mother, homosexuality, a trouble making little sister. Life was never easy for the buffy gang, but then again, it only echoed the troubles that many people watching the show dealt with on a regular basis. For some, it was a stupid, unrealistic, demonic show that lacked character--but for a lucky few, it represented many things in life that other shows were afraid to tackle. I applaud you, Joss Whedon, you got back on the horse after Kristy knocked you off and got yourself nominated for emmy after emmy for portraying the issues of society in a way that was not only fun to watch, but a drug to us growing up at that time.

Brainstorming. I’m searching for skills. “What are you good at?”

The question repeats itself. I can’t concentrate.

What I’m good at and what I do are different things. What I need to be doing is a different thing entirely. I need to be working on the Hall Diversity Program. I have some ideas to run with, but I need Jason to design them on the computer since he is so much better with technology than I am. I need Alicia to get a list of stores together, since she enjoys shopping so much more than me. I have a meeting with Maria, who knows so much more about diversity education.
Yeah, everybody has got their skill. And here I am trying to write about mine when I should be meeting with them to use their skills for my program.

It hits me.

My skill is realizing other peoples’ skills. Further yet, I am good at getting them to use those skills for things I need to get done. I am a delegator. I know what I want and need, find the person who can do that thing well, and then I get them to do it for me in the way I want.
I guess that may be seen as bossy, but I have never gotten told that. Instead, people seem to be excited about using their skills. People enjoy having a purpose; when there is an event that requires everybody’s efforts, but certain people don’t know how to contribute, they seem thankful being asked to do a poster or make a list.

I help people identify their skills.
I create opportunities for using those skills.
I…sort of….give people a purpose. Everybody wants to feel important, which I help to happen. As a result, I feel satisfied in the success of the event.
I am great at delegating.
Maybe I should move to Cuba.

High School Football

Friday night lights seem to produce more than just a stupid group of testosterone padded individuals. High school football has a tendency to act more like an epic battle. On Friday nights, the team rallies together to take down the competition. Just as soon as the game gear goes on it seems that everyone loses all thoughts of petty drama and become united as one. All the macho guys begin to push each other around anticipating the game to come and doing their best to get everyone pumped up. All of us in the student section as well as the rest of the fans rally together to cheer on our boys in the trenches. Both sides try to intimidate each other making the stands sound like one big “thunder dome.” The school colors begin to act as war paint for the soldiers going into combat. The football gear becomes the armor for those going into battle. When the team comes out of the field house they are ready to go to war and protect the honor of their country, Lonoke High School. They burst through the paper banner, painted with “Whoop the Wildcats,” as one unit, running through the cheerleaders and band to the center of the field to yelling out their war cries. Throughout the game every time a player makes a good play the rest are there to give him praise. After victory or defeat the team celebrates or hurts together relying on each other for support. The team leaves the field battered, bruised, and bleeding after giving it their all out on the battle ground.