sand
beach
people
family
summer
fun
Every day during the summer i try to go to the beach with my friends the only time im not down there is if i get in trouble or im sick. when im at the beach i am so happy and hot but i cant think of anything more that i do down there than swim.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
War is tough!
Men and women die every day for us so give thanks at the dinner table and be happy you have freedom.
Here is my essay
Spending the weekend at my grandmas
Spending the weekend at my grandmas is like going to the land of delicious food. When my brother and I go to her house we are amazed at the red and delicious looking apples that she has on the table. But when we step in that’s not all we see. We also see her cat Wilber and her favorite tea kettle on the stove screaming like a newborn baby.
Although the red apples look very appealing the food that she cooks is out of this world. When she cooks you smell a sensation that pulls your nose toward it. What she cooks is almost anything that you ask for she just adds a little flair to it. The things that my brother and I ask for is pasta and a lot of it and when we don’t ask for that it’s her famous Jamaican noodle soup.
Even though her cooking is completely amazing the things she does out of the kitchen is down right amazing. My brother is always busy and never has time for her during the week days so I have to wait until the weekend to see her. But as soon as that Friday night hits she is up at our house like a cheetah. The thing that bums her the most is she teaches little kids at a school so she sometimes can’t see us a lot. Then when she does see us she starts the day off by taking us to the movies and buying candy. She will then take us home and make a huge diner and some pie. When the day ends she put us in our beds kisses us and turns out the light. But I say “Aren’t we a little old for kisses” and she says “You are never too old until you’re dead”. Morning comes and she is up at 6 making our favorite breakfast of Belgium waffles, pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
Every Saturday when I’m with my grandmas it is a soccer day so I get ready to go to soccer and she is literally putting a restaurant of food together. When we get there I go and practice and she sets up a little thing of food for the parent’s and they drink coffee and have cookies. All of the parents call her grandma D. because her name is Diana. As soon as the game is over she pulls out doughnuts and hands them to all of the kids on my team.
Well if you are ever at one of my soccer games look around for a table of coffee. She will give you cookies even if she does not know you. Her table is always full of food there is not one time that I can remember were she has ever ran out and if she does she always has extra in the car. That was my grandma D. I hope you loved her cause I sure no I do.
Spending the weekend at my grandmas is like going to the land of delicious food. When my brother and I go to her house we are amazed at the red and delicious looking apples that she has on the table. But when we step in that’s not all we see. We also see her cat Wilber and her favorite tea kettle on the stove screaming like a newborn baby.
Although the red apples look very appealing the food that she cooks is out of this world. When she cooks you smell a sensation that pulls your nose toward it. What she cooks is almost anything that you ask for she just adds a little flair to it. The things that my brother and I ask for is pasta and a lot of it and when we don’t ask for that it’s her famous Jamaican noodle soup.
Even though her cooking is completely amazing the things she does out of the kitchen is down right amazing. My brother is always busy and never has time for her during the week days so I have to wait until the weekend to see her. But as soon as that Friday night hits she is up at our house like a cheetah. The thing that bums her the most is she teaches little kids at a school so she sometimes can’t see us a lot. Then when she does see us she starts the day off by taking us to the movies and buying candy. She will then take us home and make a huge diner and some pie. When the day ends she put us in our beds kisses us and turns out the light. But I say “Aren’t we a little old for kisses” and she says “You are never too old until you’re dead”. Morning comes and she is up at 6 making our favorite breakfast of Belgium waffles, pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
Every Saturday when I’m with my grandmas it is a soccer day so I get ready to go to soccer and she is literally putting a restaurant of food together. When we get there I go and practice and she sets up a little thing of food for the parent’s and they drink coffee and have cookies. All of the parents call her grandma D. because her name is Diana. As soon as the game is over she pulls out doughnuts and hands them to all of the kids on my team.
Well if you are ever at one of my soccer games look around for a table of coffee. She will give you cookies even if she does not know you. Her table is always full of food there is not one time that I can remember were she has ever ran out and if she does she always has extra in the car. That was my grandma D. I hope you loved her cause I sure no I do.
Great poem!
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me...
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me...
Weekend is here!!
What are you going to this weekend i get to have a huge familly reuinion it is so cool and there are going to be alot of people there like 300 of my cousins yes! that is alot of people 150 for each side of my family.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Poem
side by side
or far apart you are a friend that stays in my heart
u might be gone but trust me you are not far along
Poem by: Maya angelou
or far apart you are a friend that stays in my heart
u might be gone but trust me you are not far along
Poem by: Maya angelou
My 5 Paragraph essay
My essay was on spending time at my grandmas house on the weekend. When over there i have alot of fun. she is a very good cook and a really great person.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Pole
What sport do you think is best
1. baseball*
2. soccer *
3. football
4. lacrosse
5. ping-pong
6. volley ball
7. tennis
8. ski club sports
9. bad mittin
10. raket ball
11. hockey*
1. baseball*
2. soccer *
3. football
4. lacrosse
5. ping-pong
6. volley ball
7. tennis
8. ski club sports
9. bad mittin
10. raket ball
11. hockey*
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