10/25/2012
ABC Book: Italy (Con't)
A is for Angle Hair Pasta, so yummy to taste.
B is for Buongiorno! You will hear this greeting often through out the day.
C is for the Colosseum. Its regal facade once housed many deaths.
D is for the David. Tall and handsome, a sight to behold.
E is for Etruscans, the inhabitants of Italy prior to early Romans.
F is for Florence, the city of Pinocchio.
G is for Gelato. The best form of ice cream around.
H is for Hostel, a cheap place to stay.
I is for Italian Men. They will make you melt when they say, "Ciao Bella!"
J is for Julius Caesar, leader of the Roman Empire.
K is for Nothing. There is no letter K in the Italian alphabet.
L is for the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Be sure to see it before it leans too far over!
M is for Michael Angelo. They best Renaissance artist around (in my personal opinion).
N is for Naples, the home of pizza!
O is for Orecchio. You will need your ear to overhear cafe conversations.
P is for Pompei. Roam the ruins of this ancient city or hike Mount Vesuvius.
Q is for Quiet. The only place this can be found is inside a museum.
R is for Rome, Italy's capitol city.
S is for Sicily, home of Mount Etna.
T is for Tuscany, the Italian countryside full of rolling hills and wonderful wine.
U is for the Uffizi Museum. This museum houses some of the most famous pieces of renaissance art, including the Birth of Venus.
V is for the Vatican City. Home of the Pope and some of the most breathtaking art around.
W is for Wine, the drink of choice for many!
X is for X, the roman numeral for 10!
Y is for whY, as in "Why do we have to leave here?"
Z is for Zabaglione, a delicious Italian dessert.
10/18/2012
ABC Book: Italy
A is for Angle Hair Pasta, so yummy to taste.
B is for
C is for the Colosseum. Its regal facade once housed many deaths.
D is for the David. Tall and handsome, a sight to behold.
E is for
F is for
G is for Gelato. The best form of ice cream around.
H is for
I is for Italian Men. They will make you melt when they say, "Ciao Bella!"
J is for
K is for
L is for
M is for Michael Angelo. They best Renaissance artist around (in my personal opinion).
N is for
O is for Orecchio. You will need your ear to overhear cafe conversations.
P is for Pompeii. Roam the ruins of this ancient city or hike Mount Vesuvius.
Q is for Quiet. The only place this can be found is inside a museum.
R is for Rome, Italy's capitol city.
S is for
T is for Tuscany, the Italian countryside full of rolling hills and wonderful wine.
U is for
V is for the Vatican City. Home of the Pope and some of the most breathtaking art around.
W is for
X is for
Y is for
Z is for
10/11/2012
Found Poem: From Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass
10/4/2012
Authority List: Getting the Best Bang For Your Buck Online
We all are looking to save both time and money these days. What better way to save money and some time through online shopping. Here are some tips on how to find the best deals online for the things you want the most.
I love Patagonia. There clothes are comfortable and of great quality, but they will cost you an arm and a leg. I however have never spent full price for one of my Patagonia pieces. How you ask? Well to start off my search to find the best deal possible, I hit up that brands website. This gives me the information I need to do as many different searches as possible. You can sometimes search using the style code, but the best is to use the actual product name. After I have figured this out, I start to compare prices using Google as my go to search engine.
Google provides the most variety of answers than other search engines. I start off my search by typing in what I am looking for and then let Google do the grunt work. Once the results have popped up, I like to open up the Google results for shopping in another tab. I do this because the shopping results do not always have all of the same results that Google has brought up on its main page. This provides you will one more location to look at if your search fails in the shopping category. Here I can see images of what I am looking for and where they can be purchased and for how much (sometimes including shipping). Now comes the fun part, varying your search from within the Google results for shopping. I like to first look at the results in price order (lowest to highest). If I can't find a price I like this way, I then go to the side bar and have it show me all the results that are up to $x. (See image below for reference).
You may think this seems redundant, but it is not. Google is tricky sometimes and hides results for one reason or another. This way you can be sure to see everything that is out there using this one section of Google. While you are searching around in this part of Google, be sure to vary the name of what you are looking for. "Better Sweater Women's" can pull up one thing, while "Better Sweater 1/4 Zip Heather Gray" could pull up more results than before. The more variations of an item name to search you have, the better your chances are to find what you are looking for.
Now that you have looked at all the results and hopefully found the deal for you, you Googling is not over. It is now time to look for free shipping codes or other online codes to further reducing your price. Retailmenot.com is one great website that provides online shopping codes for hundreds of retailers. You can also do a simple Google search to see what online coupon codes exist for the online retailer you are buying your item from. If you are lucky, there will be at least one code out there for you to use and you will have then successfully got the biggest bang for your buck from the comfort of your own home.
Never forget though that you can also look to Ebay to find the best deal, but be careful with them because you often cannot return items if they do not fit and the condition of the item is sometimes up for debate. When choosing an item on Ebay, be sure to look into the seller's feedback to make sure they are a reputable seller and not a con.
9/27/2012
Publishing: Love Story
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Once upon a time there was single girl full of spirit and life. It was time for some fun with her girlfriends so they prettied themselves up and headed out to the best party in town. She was young and fearless without a care in the world, but then this boy came along and changed up her world. He was heartbroken and sad but the girl soon turned his frown upside-down. That party turned in to an unforgettable night full of laughter and a new feeling inside. She had met her prince charming in the most unusual of places, under a starry night sky feeling just a little light headed.
After that night, the boy had a new bounce to his step. He was youthful, happy, and had a smile on his face. Nothing stopped that smile, but something did make it grow. It was one look at his girl, so pretty and bold.
Now the two are inseparable, always longing for more time with one another. Their story is not over because there's a couple steps left, to turn this boy into a real prince charming of sorts. First comes the ring, then a house they'll call home. Two children then come to make it a true home. Someday when they're old and grey; the man will turn to his lady and say, "Remember that night, that starry night , that I met a young girl so fearless and full of life? I wouldn't be the man that I am today if it wasn't for you, sweet darling. I'll love you forever, more and more every day."
9/20/2012
Buzz
There's a buzz in the air. One I've never noticed before. It's not alarming, causing me to take flight. No, it seems more comforting. The more I listen, the more I figure out what it is. It's the air conditioning unit. Buuhhhhhzzzz. Buuuhhhhzzz. Buuuhhhzzz.
I begin to list harder now and more sounds begin to come to life. The click, clack of keyboards furiously being pounded on by twenty some-odd girls. Clickclackclickclackclackclackclickclickclack. Ratchhhhh. Ratchhhh. Goes my chair as I adjust my body in it. CracKcracK goes some knuckles across the room. I begin to wonder, is it always so noisy in this room?
9/13/2012
Life
Somedays are just worse than others. Why, oh why do some teachers not get that their class is not the most important class in the world? I have other classes, with other assignments that are due too but yet you find it "important" for us to do a 10 page author study that I cannot see the benefit in. What am I even learning in that class? So far all I can tell you is that you must pick children's literature out appropriately with lots of variety and books that offer a multicultural perspective. I did not need a professor to tell me those things as well as 10,000 articles; it's common sense. What I should be learning in that class is HOW to teacher children to read. What are the best ways to teach children to read? What tools are out there to teach them to read? Yes we talked about basil readers and literature based reading, but not in any kind of length. There must be other ways to teach reading!! Maybe its not her fault that she has to teach the things she is teaching us or the assignments we have, but give me some variety; KEEP ME ENGAGED!
As for her professionalism, or according to her "proffessionalism,"she needs to learn to practice what she preaches and to learn to spell professionalism! Give me a break. I cannot take a professor seriously if they are constantly being a hypocrite. It drives me CRAZY! I don't respect her, so I'm going on to a new paragraph because not every paragraph should be 6 sentences long!!!!
The only thing that makes that class minutely bearable are my peers. I love them. If it wasn't for them I probably would never show up and if I did I would probably be even more irritated when I left her class than I am now.
9/6/2012
Memoir Draft: Fishing with Daddy
When I was young, every weekend my Daddy would take my sister and I fishing. We fished in lakes and in ponds, rivers and streams, way up in the mountains or just around the corner; but these times were Daddy days.
One time, just my Daddy and I went fishing on his boat with one of this friends. I sat silently at the front of the boat with my dad, casting my line in the water and slowly reeling it in. Although it was hard for me to be quiet, I sat still so Daddy would be proud of me. Then all of a sudden, my line went taunt and I knew I had hooked a big fish. Daddy was there right by my side, helping reel it in. Out of the water popped a big catfish, wet and slippery. Daddy was a proud as could be. Even though my Daddy's friend was near, these times were Daddy days.
As I grew older and began to resent to quietness of fishing in the sun, on a lake, in a boat, I stopped going fishing with my Dad every weekend. I began to only go every once a month or so. My Dad was no longer as cool to me as before. We began to grow apart, fore these times were no longer Daddy days.
Now as I look back on those days on the lake, on his boat, with a fishing rod in my hand and my Daddy by my side, I long for those days to feel the same again. Enjoying the undisturbed time with Daddy, fishing the day away so that we could bring supper home to Momma. Every time I spend time on the lake my mind floats back to fishing tournaments with Daddy and shopping for fishing poles with him. Daddy doesn't even seem to go fishing anymore either. He's always too busy taking care of my Nanny or working in his garden. I do know one thing is for certain, I miss those times that were Daddy days.
8/30/2012
Personal Narrative Draft: A Love Story
Once upon a time there was single girl full of spirit and life. It was time for some fun with her girlfriends so they prettied themselves up and headed out to the best party in town. She was young and fearless without a care in the world, but then this boy came along and changed up her world. He was heartbroken and sad but the girl soon turned his frown upside-down. That party turned in to an unforgettable night full of laughter and a new feeling inside. She had met her prince charming in the most unusual of places, under a starry night sky feeling just a little light headed.
After that night, the boy had a new bounce to his step. He was youthful, happy, and had a smile on his face. Nothing stopped that smile, but something did make it grow. It was one look at his girl, so pretty and bold.
Now the two are inseparable, always longing for more time with one another. Their story is not over because there's a couple steps left, to turn this boy into a real prince charming of sorts. First comes the ring, then a house they'll call home. Two children then come to make it a true home. Someday when they're old and grey; the man will turn to his lady and say, "Remember that night, that starry night , that I met a young girl so fearless and full of life? I wouldn't be the man that I am today if it wasn't for you, sweet darling. I'll love you forever, more and more every day."
8/23/2012
Personal Narrative Draft: The Day That Tippy Died
It was a cool April morning as I was getting ready for school. Kimmy put on her socks, a pair of shorts that would get her through the heat of the day, her favorite t-shirt, and a windbreaker. Her mother had just yelled for her and her sister to come down stairs, which she assumed was for breakfast but boy was she in for a surprise.
"Sweetheart, I have to tell you something," Kimmy's mother said, "Tippy is in doggy heaven now."
Oh how Kimmy and her sister cried. And cried. And then cried some more.
It was of the most unfortunate circumstances for a young girl to lose her first doggy. It was even more unfortunate that it had to happen right before school. Kimmy and her sister dried up their tears and moped up to the bus stop.
"Why are you so teary eyed," said Kimmy's neighbor Blake in a sassy voice. He was older and cooler and crying was just what cool kids did.
"I just found out Tippy is in doggy heaven now." Tears began to fall from Kimmy's eyes. There was no use in holding them back now because they were going to fall whether Kimmy liked it or not!
"Why do you have to be so mean about it! Your dog died once!" was all that Kimmy could muster before the tears fell some more.
Blake, though older and cooler felt terrible. He walked over and hugged Kimmy. She shrugged him away but it was no use because his grasp was just too tight. "How about we go sit on the curb."
Kimmy reluctantly shuffled over to the curb and plopped down, Blake by her side. Her sister was already sitting there weeping to herself. What a horrible day this was turing out to be for her and her sister she thought.
Squeeeelllllll went the bus breaks as it came to a stop in front of the them. Kimmy didn't want to face her friends on the bus but got up anyways. Chose a seat next to her sister, something that was very uncommon for her and began to think back to all the good times she had with Tippy.
Oh how Tippy loved to get belly rubs. Kimmy and Tippy lay together while Kimmy rubbed Tippy's belly for hours while she watched TV. Then she talked about ........
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