Monday, March 1, 2010

Sorry Guys

Had some trouble with this blog so I imported everything and made a new blog. The Url is http://thelastof11.blogspot.com/.

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I understand people have been having trouble leavinbg comments on my blog. I simply made this post to seee if people could comment.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Just Another English Report

As I tore down the black-top road I had many random thoughts going through my mind the smell of the moped exhaust, my neighbors recently cultivated field, and the smell of fresh cut grass. Then the thought of keeping up with my sister on the moped began to tip-toe its way into my thoughts. My selfish mind could not pass up bragging rights for the week, ZING! As the moped neared me. I felt was as fast as a the cars speeding up and down my road.

Right as I began to nearer to my driveway I discovered something was going wrong. Then the thin tire of my red and black speckled huffy bike began to quiver. Only as I looked down did I realize what was happening. My tire was slowly devoured by the growing grass on the road side. The pebbled black top slowly grew closer then it struck my chin, CLING! As my bike smacked the road. As I began to lift myself up it felt like I was lifting the world in one struggle for help.

When my sister parked the moped at the end of the driveway and hurried toward me. Only then did I began to realize this was worse than I thought. “Is it bleeding,” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“No” lied my sister.

I slowly began to look down at my shirt when it seemed a cascade of blood had poured from my chin. The trail of blood was 5-6 inches thick and trailed from the top of my shirt to the bottom. As soon as I entered the house my mom told me to take off my shirt and go to the sink. When they rinsed my chin with water a was overcome with pain It seemed as if a million little fire ants were stinging the tip of my chin. As my dad studied my chin he decided it would need steri-strips. He began to douse my chin with a dark liquid to make the strips adhere. As he did so I felt like someone held a lighter to my flesh.

As I look back on this I realize how foolish it was to try and beat my sister for the simple fact of bragging rights. However I understand at eight years not much more matters. If asked whether or not I would do it again my answer would be “yes“. I learned to be more cautious, and I as a young boy that’s just what it took to make me understand the matter.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Got Chickens ?

For quite some time now I've been wanting some chickens you know 6-7 just for the heck of it maybe some 4-h. Well my parents watched an oprah episode on chicken farmers and they wanted in so 6-7 turned into 20-25. It really is sad the fact that they're so interested in money the chickens are just their product. The chickens are usually only 7-8 weeks when slaughtered. They pump them up on so much steroids and protein it's horrible. If a chicken were to fall over they wouldn't be able to get up do to their muscles and tendons being so tight.So last week when I had a school delay me and my dad went to Rural King to get some chicks and we walked out with twenty-five. I cam home positioned the near the heat got them some food and water and left to school. My dad made a small holding unit for their first 4-5 weeks. I had a drumset that Iwas no longer interested in and I sold the money will go towards a new coup. It will be 8'x12' very big made of two seperate rooms one for the chickens and the other for their food and products. Of the twenty five chickens we have five Aracaunas, four Rhode Island Reds, nine Barred Rocks, and a random assortment of other chickens.

The black chicks with the white chest are the Barred Rocks and will gorw to be speckled black and white. The lighter ones with two reddish stripes are the Rhode Island Reds and they will grow to be (you guessed it) red. The ones with the blonde fuzz and black tint are the Aracaunas.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Biggest Igloo I've Ever Made




You can cleary see the snow pile hiding the car.
































Sunday, January 17, 2010

WOW WOW Wow!!! Watch My Skin

So Friday I finally took my cast off, with a saw zaw. I kept asking my dad if we could tear my cast off I probably heard "No" eighty times. Like that was going to stop me. I got home from school Friday and told my dad I didn't want it on for the meet. Mad at me he marched out to the garage and got the saw zaw. For those of you who don't now my dad real well it's a little eery having him cut a cast of with an electric saw while he was mad. So reluctantly i walked over and rested my arm on the counter. It wasn't to bad he touched my skin a couple times. When I brought it to his attention his words were " I'm raising the blade". When he got to the thick part my arm started shake vigorously and he was getting to my wrist were the bone stuck up a little. So he put on a metal blade so it wouldn't shake so bad. We got the cast off and my wrist was more sore than anything it felt like I jammed it really bad. My thumb bone was warped a little bit but it wasn't to bad. I still had a functioning thumb that was all I cared about. I'll post pictures soon.