Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The group I decided to join is called one can at a time. My grandpa owned a bar in my hometown and he was very big on recycling. He took all of the money he would make from recycling cans and donate it to local charities. He no longer owns the bar but he still recycles everyday. I have always been to lazy to recycle because it was so much more convent to just thrown the cans in the trash but when you think about it, its like throwing money away. I am going to start recycling at my apartment. I am also going to start promoting recycling around campus. Its amazing how many cans I see go straight to the trash can at parties on the weekends. I am going to start collecting all of the cans after parties with my friend Kellie. We are going to take bags of cans to the recycling center and donate the money we make to Riley's Children Hospital.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Public Dis
When I was a little girl my parents got a divorce. I was two and my younger brother was only a year old. My little brother and I lived with my mom and my grandparents for the first six years of my life. My grandparents took great care of us and my mom was absolutely amazing.
My brother and I would visit my dad every other weekend. He quickly remarried and we fell in love with our new stepmom. It was like a party every weekend we went to my dad’s. They would take us camping, fishing, swimming, and we cooked out all of the time. It was a blast!
My mom later got remarried and we moved out of my grandparent’s house and in with my new stepdad. I loved having two families. My mom and stepdad had a baby so I now had two brothers. A few years later my dad and stepmom had a baby girl. I had two brothers, one sister, two moms and two dads. Everything was perfect, or so I thought.
After my little sister was born our weekend trips to my dad’s started getting boring. My dad was always working in the garage and my stepmom was very busy taking care of the baby. I was only 10 years old but I could see a big change in my dad and stepmom.
A few years went by and our every other weekend trips turned into once a month visits. There were no camping trips and no cook outs. I couldn’t believe what had happened to my fun happy family. My step mom completely let herself go. She was depressed because my dad was never around and when he was all they did was fight. When I say fight I mean she would have black eyes and bruises. I tried to hide the fact that I knew my dad was beating her. She would make up crazy stories about how she got her bruises and I knew the truth.
My dad turned into a man I didn’t even know. He was so angry and distant. Even his looks changed. He aged really fast and didn’t care about anything. It was like day and night. The worst party about the whole situation was my little sister was stuck in the middle of that mess. She was such a happy little girl. I felt so bad because I didn’t have to deal with that live everyday like she did. I actually got to go home to a normal family. I just wanted to take her home with my. I wanted to yell at my dad and stepmom and tell them how selfish they were being and they needed to grow up. It wasn’t fair! A four year old girl didn’t deserve that.
I began dreading the yearly visits to my dad’s house. I was growing up and I was starting to see what was going on. My mom told me things about my dad that brought me to tears. They were things I needed to hear. I was always coming up with excuses for his actions. But there was no excuse for the truth. My dad had begun using drugs. He was abusing my stepmom and she was extremely depressed. She became addicted to pain killers and the home was a wreck.
The fighting got worse and soon the law got involved. I will never forget the phone call I received saying my sister had been taken away. Child services took her to a foster home after a knock down drag out in my dad’s front yard. The cops found drugs all over his house and my stepmom lying on porch crying, and there sat my poor little sister. I didn’t know if or when I was going to see her again.
A few months went by and my dad and stepmothers court date had arrived. The judge was going to decide what was going to happened to my little sister. I didn’t care about what happened to my dad and his wife, but there was no way I was going to let strangers take my sister.
I was so nervous walking into the court room that day with my mom and brother. The look on my dad’s face is a look I will always see in my head. We were there to fight for my little sister and I think that’s when he actually realized what he was putting our family through. No one in the court room expected us to walk through those doors. I told the judge how much I loved my sister and he it wasn’t fair that my brother, my sister and I were being punished for what my dad and stepmom had done.
At the end of the day the judge pulled my mom aside. He told her that my brother and I being there mad a huge difference in his decision. My sister was sent to live with a family member so we could still have her in our life. I don’t know where she would be now if I hadn’t went to court to fight for her that day. I will never regret that decision. I love my sister very much and even though I don’t see her very much she is very important to me. She is only ten years old and she has been through more in those short years than most people go through their entire lives.
My brother and I would visit my dad every other weekend. He quickly remarried and we fell in love with our new stepmom. It was like a party every weekend we went to my dad’s. They would take us camping, fishing, swimming, and we cooked out all of the time. It was a blast!
My mom later got remarried and we moved out of my grandparent’s house and in with my new stepdad. I loved having two families. My mom and stepdad had a baby so I now had two brothers. A few years later my dad and stepmom had a baby girl. I had two brothers, one sister, two moms and two dads. Everything was perfect, or so I thought.
After my little sister was born our weekend trips to my dad’s started getting boring. My dad was always working in the garage and my stepmom was very busy taking care of the baby. I was only 10 years old but I could see a big change in my dad and stepmom.
A few years went by and our every other weekend trips turned into once a month visits. There were no camping trips and no cook outs. I couldn’t believe what had happened to my fun happy family. My step mom completely let herself go. She was depressed because my dad was never around and when he was all they did was fight. When I say fight I mean she would have black eyes and bruises. I tried to hide the fact that I knew my dad was beating her. She would make up crazy stories about how she got her bruises and I knew the truth.
My dad turned into a man I didn’t even know. He was so angry and distant. Even his looks changed. He aged really fast and didn’t care about anything. It was like day and night. The worst party about the whole situation was my little sister was stuck in the middle of that mess. She was such a happy little girl. I felt so bad because I didn’t have to deal with that live everyday like she did. I actually got to go home to a normal family. I just wanted to take her home with my. I wanted to yell at my dad and stepmom and tell them how selfish they were being and they needed to grow up. It wasn’t fair! A four year old girl didn’t deserve that.
I began dreading the yearly visits to my dad’s house. I was growing up and I was starting to see what was going on. My mom told me things about my dad that brought me to tears. They were things I needed to hear. I was always coming up with excuses for his actions. But there was no excuse for the truth. My dad had begun using drugs. He was abusing my stepmom and she was extremely depressed. She became addicted to pain killers and the home was a wreck.
The fighting got worse and soon the law got involved. I will never forget the phone call I received saying my sister had been taken away. Child services took her to a foster home after a knock down drag out in my dad’s front yard. The cops found drugs all over his house and my stepmom lying on porch crying, and there sat my poor little sister. I didn’t know if or when I was going to see her again.
A few months went by and my dad and stepmothers court date had arrived. The judge was going to decide what was going to happened to my little sister. I didn’t care about what happened to my dad and his wife, but there was no way I was going to let strangers take my sister.
I was so nervous walking into the court room that day with my mom and brother. The look on my dad’s face is a look I will always see in my head. We were there to fight for my little sister and I think that’s when he actually realized what he was putting our family through. No one in the court room expected us to walk through those doors. I told the judge how much I loved my sister and he it wasn’t fair that my brother, my sister and I were being punished for what my dad and stepmom had done.
At the end of the day the judge pulled my mom aside. He told her that my brother and I being there mad a huge difference in his decision. My sister was sent to live with a family member so we could still have her in our life. I don’t know where she would be now if I hadn’t went to court to fight for her that day. I will never regret that decision. I love my sister very much and even though I don’t see her very much she is very important to me. She is only ten years old and she has been through more in those short years than most people go through their entire lives.
Monday, March 2, 2009
1000+ Days of Celibacy
I was browsing blog entries on blogspot.com when I came across one entitled 1000 Days of Celibacy. The name of this blog really got my attention so I decided to read it. This blog starts off by introducing the writer. The creator of this blog is a 24 year old blond female that enjoys long walks on the beach, apple martinis and sarcasm. Just by reading the introduction I knew I wanted to hear more. After telling the readers a little bit about herself she starts talking about her 1500 day streak of no sex. I wanted to know why? Was it activism? Did she just not enjoy it? What made this woman want to stop having sex for 1500 straight days? As I continued reading I was shocked to find out that she simply decided to be celibate to prove a point. Im not sure what point this woman could be trying to prove. She says as for now, shes a regular girl with a 1500 day dry spell under her belt on a very simple quest, Shes on a search- not for Mr. Right- but Mr. "Possibility." She ask her readers to join her on a quest to find love through a mess of failed quasi-relationships, ego-centric assholes and the every-day dating drama that follows a single girl as she searches for a guy capable of having that dreaded "R" word. I love how she is the one going 1500 days without sex but she is letting the readers be a part of it just by reading her thoughts and feelings along the way.
I would say the intended audience for this blog would need to be somewhat at a mature age. This blog is about sex and the feelings she is having while going through her 1000+ days without it. This blog is not appropriate for young children in my eyes. Although some may think it could be educating and even help promote abstinence, I feel it has some inappropriate language and would be hard for a child to understand. This blog is very popular. The writer of the blog post daily about her celibacy adventure. She talks about her emotions and frustrations while going through this journey. I find it very interesting and im going to keep reading every chance I get to see if she finally finds "Mr. Possibility."
I would say the intended audience for this blog would need to be somewhat at a mature age. This blog is about sex and the feelings she is having while going through her 1000+ days without it. This blog is not appropriate for young children in my eyes. Although some may think it could be educating and even help promote abstinence, I feel it has some inappropriate language and would be hard for a child to understand. This blog is very popular. The writer of the blog post daily about her celibacy adventure. She talks about her emotions and frustrations while going through this journey. I find it very interesting and im going to keep reading every chance I get to see if she finally finds "Mr. Possibility."
Getting Started
Hi, my name is ash10 and I am going to be posting blogs for my English class. I am new at writing blogs. I really enjoy reading them but I am not very good at putting my own thoughts into words. I am really looking forward to reading my classmates blogs. I think it will help me with ideas for my own blogs. Hopefully it will make me a better writer. I have been reading other blogs on this site that catch my eye and they are very interesting. I look forward to reading more.
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