Christmas and Gifts

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!

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.

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.

A Sad Story

I'm going to tell you a sad story that happened when I was nine years old. Well, I was born in Kentucky and that is where my mother and her family was born and raised. Well my moms birthday was a month after I was born and my dad got my mother a great dane puppy named Polo. My mother was going to name him Palo, but my sister who was a year and a half, couldnt pronouce Palo and said Polo and that is how this sweet puppy's name came to be. Well, Polo was like a big brother to my sister and I. He was just a few months older than me so we grew up together. He used to strech his large body across our couch and he would put his arm around me as I layed next to him on the couch. He was almost as big as a horse and watched over my sister and I as if we were his own children. He was a very sweet and noble dog and truely saved our lives many times. When my sister was two years old, Polo saved her from a large pitbal that was being aggresive with her. My sister and I used to ride him like a horse and he would lick up from our heads to our toes. =)

As you know, dogs dont live forever. It was my ninth birthday and my parents wanted to do something extra special because my birthday is in the summer. This seemed to be the biggest mistake we ever made. Anyway, we wanted to go to a water park so my family went to a really nice and large water park in Texas. It was huge and amazing! Well, I had a great ninth birtday, but while Polo was back in the kennel in Utah, he wasnt having the greatest time. You see, when you have a great dane, they have to get a lot of exercise and can not eat more than two small meals a day. My dad specifically told the people that were taking care of our dog that he needed special care or like other great danes as well, he can get bloat. Which is when great danes are not taken care of well and thier stomach flips over.

Well you guessed it, the people in the vet didnt treat him well and he got bloat. We couldnt do anything about it because we were in Texas first of all and second of all, We didnt even know about it! Well back in Texas, we were watching the news and there were predictions of bad weather in Texas so we decided to head back home. It was two days after my birthday and we were all happy and having a good time when my mother's cell phone rang. It was the Vet. We found out about Polo and how he had bloat at the moment. They had waited 6 hours before they called us so my dog had been suffering for that long! The people apologized and asked if we wanted to do surgery or just put the poor creature down. My family talked about it. Well, the thing was, when Polo was younger, he got hit by a car and his hip and toe were injured and he was still in pain from the accident. We made our decision. They... put Polo.....asleep....:'(

Well I hope he is in a better place now, and I will never forget the strong memories he carved into my life.

Roller Coasters!

I don't know about anyone else, but I am seriously in love with roller coasters! The ironic thing is, I am terrified of heights! I just love the adrenaline rush I guess. I love going to Lagoon and riding the Wiked! The lines are always amazingly long, but the thirty seconds of the wind blowing in your face and the butterflys in your stomach makes it worth it. When I ride a roller coaster, my stomach is twirling in circles and I get really dizy I must admit, but I have so much fun in the moment! Unfortunaltey, Lagoon is getting kind of old. I have riden all the roller coasters a million times each and they are still a blast but not as much as they used to be. I wish I lived in California! There are tons of amusment parks. I cant belive that not too long ago I was terrified to go on roller coasters and now you cant keep me off them. For instance, last time I was in California, my big brother Andy took my sister and I to Six Flags. Even though we both love roller coasters we were both kind of nervous when we say how big the red roller coaster was that layed in front of us. It was the largest in the park and went really, really, really, really, really, did I say really, really high. It was called the Medusa and the lines were really short. I took a large gulp and held my sisters hand as I sat in the seat next to her. Then, BAM! I was flying! I was being tugged in different directions and I felt...AWESOME! By the time it was done, I noticed that my sister was as thrilled as I was. We rode that roller coaster about six or seven times that day including the others as well. When I got home and back to Utah, my sister and I went to Lagoon. It was super mellow. I finnaly knew what it felt like to ride a real roller coaster.

Food!

Right now I am very hungry so I am going to talk about food! I must tell you now that I am not a picky eater at all! I love to eat all sorts of foods. The only food I don't enjoy are mushrooms. Anyway lets get back to my favorite foods. I put food into six catagores which include, Italian, Chinese, Mexican, and American. Lets start out with Italian, my favorite food group. I love hot, thin pizza, tender meatballs and soft spagetti, chicken and fetticini alfredo, chicken parmesan, and ravioli of all shapes, sizes, and fillings. I also love Italian dessert. My favorite is Tiramisu. It is a dessert with a nice coffee flavor because it has these lady fingers dipped in coffee and they are surrouned by this unique creamy sustance and to top it all off with some sprinkled ground cocoa. Its amazing and mouth watering! The next food group is Chinese with its hot and spicy curry chicken, BBQ pork fried rice, amazing fried crab rangoon (deep-fried dumpling with an inner core of delectible creamy cheese and crab), meat dumplings, hot and sour soup, egg drop soup, and chicken teriyaki. Then there is spicy Mexican food. It has mouth watering faitas, beef, chicken, and cheese enchiladas, Mexican rice, refried beans, burridios, and tacos! I also love their popular dessert of flan or fried ice cream. Then, last but not least, is the American food. With our favorite traditional dishes. I dare not name any for then I would have to name all my favorite dishes and that would take a life time! I will say this, I love God for making all the amazing ingredients to make my favorite dishes!!!!

My Vacation in December

This December I am going to go visit My brother Brian, my sister-in-law Lynda, and my nephew Taylor. It's going to be so much fun! Every time we visit their house in Simi Valley, California, we have a lot of fun. Its' been such a long time scince we have seen them. Their house is very nice as i remember it. I love them all equaly. First in the house was brian. He used to be a actual rock star when he was younger. His voice is said to be amazing, but i have never heard it. Lynda has an amazing cooking skill and she is a great teacher when she helps Taylor with his homework each day. Then of course comes the mischef of the house, TAYLOR CROW! Taylor, Lynda and Brian's son and my nephew is spoiled. His room had a never ending pile toys and I am sorry to say that his parents have spoiled him. They get him pretty much whatever he wants. I still love him though. I havent seen any of them for a few years and I surprised to even belive that Taylor is now around 9-10! I rememeber him when he was about six. He would run around the house with his action figures, singing versus of his favorite songs from the band Kiss, and often repeating the word that his father accidentally slipped out of his mouth known as adult language. I think it is hilarious myself, but Brian and Lynda didn't enjoy it too much. Taylor's favorite thing to do was to play with his pirate toys. He would also use his cats' back as a action figure carrier and they didn't particularly enjoy that. I think it is going to be so awkward to see Taylor so grown up. He will be so much more mature. Well I'm not saying he is going to act like Alexader Dumas or something, he just will be very... different. I wonder if his parents still spoil them like they used to? I wonder if he will have better manners? I wonder if he is still in love with every sport there is? I will never know until this December. I am truly exited because my sister Christen, and I have had so much good memories there.