Getting ready to go out is a whole event itself. I gather all the essential hair and makeup products, phone and the charger, my attire with the beautiful accessories and lay out everything perfectly across the bathroom counter. I turn on my Christian music, place my phone near a corner and lay the speaker against the wall so my music will surround me in all ways since it gives me life. “I burn for your love. At the stake.” Christian music is part of my routine, it allows me to worship Jesus alongside with awakening my soul. As if it were my ritual, I would curl my hair and put on an acceptable amount of make up every single time. It brings me happiness each time I use my wand just because it always worked tremendously, it never failed to do
Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.
One thing that does not interest me anymore is going outside. I used to always love going outside but not anymore that is like the top uninterested thing i'm into rite now. When i was a kid i loved going outside, after i got older i only go outside on the daily-bases now that i'm more mature.When i get in trouble my parents make me go outside for my punishment. Outside is just not interested to me
He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;
It is a somewhat unspoken agreement that people all have, and breaking this agreement is frowned upon. The bathroom is a very unsocial place. You go do your business and then leave, it is very simple. The social norm that I broke was talking to someone in the stall next to me, and continuing to have a conversation even when it was clear they did not want to have one.
Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears
I am ecstatic to begin my journey in nursing school. There are a few things one would need to know to determine just how passionate I am. The subjects that make me most excited are people that have inspired me, past experiences with online classes, and the possibility to challenge my mind within the classes I am taking. As I begin to think about elaborating these points I feel enthusiastic for my future. I cannot believe nursing school is finally here!
Day One: Where to start? No one reading this diary is going to believe me. I still wish I lived in Oak City. Everything felt different when I woke up, I really thought it was going to be a normal day; you know, going to work, coming home, watching T.V.-just normal. It wasn’t until I looked outside…and… everyone was dead.
With just three weeks left in the NFL’s regular season, there are five teams with double digit wins all looking to secure home field advantage through the playoffs. There are also nine teams with sub .500 records that still have a shot at making the playoffs. Say what you will about the current playoff system, but the next three weeks should be thrilling and I am excited to see how it all plays out.
It was the last inning, the count was two balls and two strikes with two outs. Our catcher calls a curveball, I move three steps to my right. Alex is in the stretch, he starts his motion towards home, the runner on first breaks for second base. The pitch is delivered and the ball is hit directly up the middle and over the pitcher’s head, coming from shortstop, I break to my left, I am about to catch the ball when I glance at the runner. He was sliding right into me, I caught the ball, jumped up, and threw the ball while in mid-air. It was a perfect throw, right to the first baseman’s chest. That was it, the game was over, we had just beaten the number one team in the country to advance to the world series! We all threw
The whole dating scene is an interesting atmosphere. The rules, the games. And the surprising thing for me is that even as you get older, it doesn't change much. Oh, the rules may differ, like the "how soon do I call him" rule, but it's all still a game. Add in the bi-racial card and it's even more complex. Let me explain. After being married for 22 years, re-entering the dating scene was not something I was looking forward to. Eventually though, you give in if for no other reason than simple boredom. But I was in no way prepared for what I was about to experience. Being bi-racial, I leave my options open when it comes to men. I do have a particular preference, but at my age, you look past all the artificial stuff and try to get at the meat
I remember waking up everyday to my brothers voice as if the sound of it was an alarm clock going off everyday when i heard it i knew the day was starting. We had something new to do everyday whether it be us being lazy all day and staying inside or go outside and be the young reckless boys we should be. With him there was never a dull moment it was always constant smiling and happiness throughout the years we grew closer had the same interests he was my best friend. We had our ups and downs as does everyone but we always found a way to come back together and make the situations right again. We as brothers went through alot together throughout our younger years from moving to another state, into new schools with new people. We both fit in fine
“Five more minutes,” I respond, while rubbing my eyes, then rolling onto the “cool side” of the bed.
What if you can only pick a movie, book, or tv show that would not be destroyed.? we would love to save all differents kind of movies, books, and tv shows, but you can only pick one! I would pick the tv show spongebob, the divergent book and movie, and diners drive-ins, and dives .
One day when at the Sabre meeting, I was told there was a diving meet and volunteered to go. I came to the meet on Friday the 15 to the pool late at night when I assumed I would get busy. But I wasn’t. Though there were about 6 schools at the meet, it was only the dive teams from those schools. And since there was only one diving board at our pool, things took a while. Instead of leaving and coming back later when I was needed to take photos of our one FUMA diver, I stayed to watch the sport, as I have never spectated a dive meet before. As I continued to watch the sport over a long period of time, I realized the intensity of the sport. The way the sport works is that you will be asked to perform a certain dive
On the way to the car, we discussed the effects of winning when you lived with someone who was unable to lose gracefully. Rhonda dismissed the whole thing, mumbling something about garbage.