Newt v.s. Mitt

Its election year here in America and all the candidates running are hard at work. There are sen.Rick Santorum, rep. Ron Paul, former gov. Mitt Romney and former speaker of the House Newt Gingrich. It seems everybody has agreed that the race has come down to Romney and Gingrich, they appear to be the most popular so far, but I say dont get the cart before the horse. There is no telling what could happen in the next few months and all are doing their best to get ahead of the rest. It  amazes me the way that Romney and Gingrich are attacking each other. At first I thought it was funny, then I began to get a little weary of it, and now im sick and tired of it. It is so childish the way they go after the other one's throat trying to get ahead in the polls. First, one spends a million dollars throwing mud on the other one,who in turn rallies by publicly calling the other a lier. They think the only way to win the election is by pulling the sheet off the other and exposing the real person inside....and I agree.

My college life

My first semester in college has been a trip. It has been a whirlwind that has swept me along in a huge cloud of confusion. I didnt even know where my classes were, I had to find somebody to show me where they were. It is a totaly different world than what I was used to, but im finding that it's an exciting change, it can be tough at times but im happy to be here. It has been a breath of fresh air in my life that was quickly growing stagnat from a boring job. I have gotten over my fear of college that I had always held

Life is tough when you lose your stuff

"Mom where is my keys?" Is a question I ask very often to which I get the same reply "they are your keys, not mine!" I close my eyes, trying to contain my frustration. I absolutly hate losing things and it seemes that it happens more and more often these days. I dont know if it just a more hectic life, or my mind is slipping. One thing I do know is that life would be a lot better if I could just find things when I needed them, like keys. and dont get me started on my cell phone, i'm constantly telling other people to call me so I can find it

Roofing Blues

Im pouring in sweat, Im sure im going to die. My chest heaves with effort, I feel like im having a heat stroke. I rip into the shingles once more, nearly stumbling with fatigue, and I think of the irony that this is supposed to be spring break. I had agreed to do this roof over spring break because of money....I needed some very badly. life in college doesn't pay well and my truck likes gas.

The other side of the coin

There is two sides to every story I believe. It just depends on what the facts are. Take an argument between siblings for example, you will usually find that one is wrong and the other is right, however, the facts are usually lost in the heat of red faces and shouting words. It may have started out with one being right, but as it progresses the observer is not so sure, so you must hear both sides to establish the facts. The same goes for politics, one side tries to make the other sound evil and terrible while at the same time make themselves look good and truthful

Gobbling Toms

There is something magical in the sound of a wild turkey. I challenge anybody to experience turkey hunting and not get an adrenline rush. It's inevitable, it goes from boring to exciting as soon as the first tom sounds off, hand began to shake, breath comes in rapid bursts, heart begins to pound every eye begins looking around wondering where he might appear. You have to call in a wild turkey, that means you have to sound like a wild turkey, so you have to practice. by nature when a hen calls the tom will answere letting her know where he is at, but in hunting you must call the tom to you which is against his nature. There is nothing more exciting than to call in a big 'ol boss bird that is gobbling his head off

Rage for the road

Is it just me or is people getting crazier? It seems like I can't even get in my car and drive anywhere anymore without somebody fipping me bird. Why? Who knows? It's like a competition on the highway to see who can pass the most people, and when they get stuck behind a slowpoke they freak out. It's all the fault of the old lady in front of them. Really? C'mon man, the highway does not belong to you alone, there's hundreds of folks trying to get where they need to go just like you! Why dont you calm down and try to work with people? I think you will find it a positive alternitive to roadrage.

Big city life in Ada

I'v lived in Ada all my life. In all my memmories growing up I always find Ada to be at the center of every one. I can remember growing up a person could walk across Arlington street in the middle of the day without any danger of being hit by a car, but now however, it had better be early in the morning or very late at night in order to make it safely across. I can remember before Wal-mart was a supercenter, before Ada Ford had it's lot, and before Dicus went out of business, before Citizens bank expanded, and before Staples moved into town. There has been so many changes I couldn't begin to name them all, but I think it would be fair to say Ada is sitting prettier than she ever has.

Little House in the Big Woods

The only way to describe my grandparents house is old. It looked old, smelled old, most of the furniture was old and of course, they were old. One might think I would hate to go to my grandparents house but I loved every minute of it. There was grandma's kitchen with all the mouth tingling savours, grandpa's room with his guns, knives, and pictures of his military days. The hundreds of trees that covered the property begged me to explore them. There was cows, horses, dogs, chickens, fish in the ponds, and deer in the woods. What more could a boy ask for?

English education

I am excited about english class and what I will be learning, im a little nervous trying to take it all in but im glad im here.it will be fun to expaned my knowledge of reading,writing comprehension.My classmates are smart and fun to be around and are taking to class very well,I hope to get to know them better as class continues.my teacher is nice and very helpfull,I have great expectations for this class and am axious to get started!

Hero brother

There are many positive things in my life im glad to say,but when I think of positive motivation I will always think of my brother.my brother has condition called obssesive compulsive disorder,a mental disorder that does not allow him to shift warnning thoughts out of his mind.He has had to learn how to think positively even when his brain is screaming at him to lock the door,turn off the iron,check on the baby.I remember the way he struggled with life growing up and its easy to think that someone like that will always be an outcast.But I think of the way he never gave up trying,and  after a lot of hard work he forced himself to always think positive.He got a job,got married,and is raising a familiy.To look and talk with him you would never know anything was wrong.I can never alow myself become negative when my brother,who has been through so much more than me,can be so positive.