Christmas is coming and everybody is exited!!
Now a lot of people have different beliefs of what they think Christmas is all about.
Some people don't even celebrate it because they are jewish (yay hanukkah !), atheist, or just don't want to bother. I think it is a time of giving and celebration of the birth of Christ. My sister, however, doesn't go really into detail about giving presents for any celebration, but she does expect to recieve her own. This bothers me like no other! One year, I got her a thirty dollar video game for her birthday, and some candy and another video game for her for Christmas, and she got me..........
NOTHING!
Seriously she could of at least got me a tissue box or something. I wouldn't of cared how cheap she was (I guess she is so cheap she wont get me anything) as long as she got me something.
So when she missed my birthday over the summer, I thought... oh well maybe she will get me something nice for Christmas. Her name has the word "Christ" in it and that Christmas I was disapointed once again! Well last year, I felt a little better until I found out that my mom bought Christen's gift of mine for her! My mom told me the story: I got Christen a gift with my EARNED MONEY and my mom had to drag her out of the house to go to the store and pick out some cheap mascara for my Christmas present. I feel sooo special.
Ohh well it looks like I just have to deal with my problem with my sister. I bet I am not the only one with a sibling that loves getting gifts and hates giving them. Every year I will keep spreading my holiday gifts and cheer and I wont be so disapointed when my sister opens the gift I got her for Christmas this year and I dont have something to open in the time being. Well If you are reading this Christen..... HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sasha!
I had a precious cat named Sasha in which I loved her very much and here is her story.
Lets first start with my history of cats; my favorite animals. They are so cute, soft, and loveable! Well It all started when we were back in Kentucky (where I was born) and one of my mom's friends had a delighful little cat named Sasha. When we were about two and three, we used to go over to her house all the time to play with her cat. Then, my mother's friend got pregnant. Even though I didn't understand at the time, her husband was very exited about the child as was she and they didn't have enough money to take care of her cat that she loved so dearly. So when I was in my living room watching some morining cartoons, the doorbell rang. I ran to answer the door and I remember I had difficulty reaching the door knob. When I opened the door, I saw my moms friend crying with the skinny cat in her hands as she asked for my mother. I went and got my mom and the cat then belonged to us.
Well Polo didn't really know what Sasha was when he first saw her. She hissed and him and hit her claw at his face when he played around with her. He loved to play when she was a serious little cat. There was a strange thing happening with Sasha. After we would let her in from the backyard in the evening she would come in soaking wet and angry and we never knew why. Then, one day, my mom got the news from the neighbors. They had seen Polo pick Sasha up with his mouth and swing her around the yard without hurting her! No wonder he hated her so much.
Sasha got pregnant herself and had a litter of kittens.
I am sorry to say that being only 2 and 3 years of age, Christen and I were abusive little children who loved the kittens and used them at literal barbies. I don't really remember this myself, but my mom told me that she was in the basement and heard quiet meows, several thumping sounds, then the loud laughter of two mischevious children. When she ran to come and see what had happened, she found that Christen and I had taken two of the kittens, put them in a barbie car, and pushed it down the stairs!!! How sad is that! The poor kittens survived, but after my mom found out that we had done this incident more that once and that one of the kittens paws were injured, she knew she had to find all the kittens a better home. Sasha loved her kittens very much and when I got older, I could see how she still missed them in the way she acted.
When I was five, we moved to Utah and Sasha got used to our new home. As the years went by I loved her very much and treated her a lot more nicely that before and began to love her like a sister. I went through the years getting used to her being a part of my life. Well, as you know how I said earlier, Polo used to toss Sasha around the yard in her mouth and she hated him for that. Once, when he was in the backyard rough housing with my sister, Sasha got her revenge. She jumped on top of Polo and dug into his back with her nails! He stayed yelping around the backyard for four to five hours the poor thing. He never messed with her again
Then, When i was in 3rd, or 4th grade, we got a dalmation puppy named, Dutchess. She was an agressive girl and I am afraid to say ruined Sasha's life. Somehow, Dutchess bit Sasha near her eye and her tooth got stuck in her skin. We got rid of Dutchess soon after. The Vet did surgery on Sasha, but she lost her left eye in the process. I took her for show and tell in fourth grade giving her the title, "Sasha, my one-eyed kitty."
With age, Sasha became blind in her other eye as well. We found her in corners around the house crying. It was a sad sight, but we still treated her with love and care. One day I came home from school when my parents had bad news. Sasha had taken a nap on our couch and her heart had stopped beating. My sister and I shead a few tears, but we were happy that she was in a better place. We burried her in the backyard and planted a pear tree on top of her grave. Those pears would grow every year, beautiful and sweet like Sasha was.
Lets first start with my history of cats; my favorite animals. They are so cute, soft, and loveable! Well It all started when we were back in Kentucky (where I was born) and one of my mom's friends had a delighful little cat named Sasha. When we were about two and three, we used to go over to her house all the time to play with her cat. Then, my mother's friend got pregnant. Even though I didn't understand at the time, her husband was very exited about the child as was she and they didn't have enough money to take care of her cat that she loved so dearly. So when I was in my living room watching some morining cartoons, the doorbell rang. I ran to answer the door and I remember I had difficulty reaching the door knob. When I opened the door, I saw my moms friend crying with the skinny cat in her hands as she asked for my mother. I went and got my mom and the cat then belonged to us.
Well Polo didn't really know what Sasha was when he first saw her. She hissed and him and hit her claw at his face when he played around with her. He loved to play when she was a serious little cat. There was a strange thing happening with Sasha. After we would let her in from the backyard in the evening she would come in soaking wet and angry and we never knew why. Then, one day, my mom got the news from the neighbors. They had seen Polo pick Sasha up with his mouth and swing her around the yard without hurting her! No wonder he hated her so much.
Sasha got pregnant herself and had a litter of kittens.
I am sorry to say that being only 2 and 3 years of age, Christen and I were abusive little children who loved the kittens and used them at literal barbies. I don't really remember this myself, but my mom told me that she was in the basement and heard quiet meows, several thumping sounds, then the loud laughter of two mischevious children. When she ran to come and see what had happened, she found that Christen and I had taken two of the kittens, put them in a barbie car, and pushed it down the stairs!!! How sad is that! The poor kittens survived, but after my mom found out that we had done this incident more that once and that one of the kittens paws were injured, she knew she had to find all the kittens a better home. Sasha loved her kittens very much and when I got older, I could see how she still missed them in the way she acted.
When I was five, we moved to Utah and Sasha got used to our new home. As the years went by I loved her very much and treated her a lot more nicely that before and began to love her like a sister. I went through the years getting used to her being a part of my life. Well, as you know how I said earlier, Polo used to toss Sasha around the yard in her mouth and she hated him for that. Once, when he was in the backyard rough housing with my sister, Sasha got her revenge. She jumped on top of Polo and dug into his back with her nails! He stayed yelping around the backyard for four to five hours the poor thing. He never messed with her again
Then, When i was in 3rd, or 4th grade, we got a dalmation puppy named, Dutchess. She was an agressive girl and I am afraid to say ruined Sasha's life. Somehow, Dutchess bit Sasha near her eye and her tooth got stuck in her skin. We got rid of Dutchess soon after. The Vet did surgery on Sasha, but she lost her left eye in the process. I took her for show and tell in fourth grade giving her the title, "Sasha, my one-eyed kitty."
With age, Sasha became blind in her other eye as well. We found her in corners around the house crying. It was a sad sight, but we still treated her with love and care. One day I came home from school when my parents had bad news. Sasha had taken a nap on our couch and her heart had stopped beating. My sister and I shead a few tears, but we were happy that she was in a better place. We burried her in the backyard and planted a pear tree on top of her grave. Those pears would grow every year, beautiful and sweet like Sasha was.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Italy!
I want to travel to Italy when I get older. Ever scince I did my World's Fair on it in sixth grade, I have been dying to go! I want to go see the amazing views, I want to go eat what italians eat! I want to go expirience what there is to expirience! When I get enough money, I am going to hop on a plane and drive over there as soon as possible, stay at a really nice hotel, flirt with some hot italian guys, and live the luxury!!! After reading this passage, you might think I am living in a fantasy world. I mean, just getting a plane ticket these days is really expensive, but I promise myself and you that before I die I will have visited Italy at least once. I want to go to the Rome Coliseum, Sicily, Rome itself, Venice, Florance, and Sardina.
I want to eat italian meatballs and spagetti.
I want to eat thier famous and my favorite dessert known as turimusu.
I want to eat creamy and delightful gelato.
I want to see its famout attrations and fountains.
I want to visit The Uffizi Gallery in Florance and observe all the amazing works of art.
I want to explore a Botanical Garden in Italy.
As you can see, even though I am just a kid, I have a lot of goals for my future exploration to Italy. I want to accomplish them badly and I wont let myself down. When I am all old and resting in the rocking chair in my old living room, I will reflect on the amazing trip that I enjoyed in Italy and I will cherish that memory forever even though it has not occured yet, I have hope that it will.
I want to eat italian meatballs and spagetti.
I want to eat thier famous and my favorite dessert known as turimusu.
I want to eat creamy and delightful gelato.
I want to see its famout attrations and fountains.
I want to visit The Uffizi Gallery in Florance and observe all the amazing works of art.
I want to explore a Botanical Garden in Italy.
As you can see, even though I am just a kid, I have a lot of goals for my future exploration to Italy. I want to accomplish them badly and I wont let myself down. When I am all old and resting in the rocking chair in my old living room, I will reflect on the amazing trip that I enjoyed in Italy and I will cherish that memory forever even though it has not occured yet, I have hope that it will.
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