Had some trouble with this blog so I imported everything and made a new blog. The Url is http://thelastof11.blogspot.com/.
Monday, March 1, 2010
I understand people have been having trouble leavinbg comments on my blog. I simply made this post to seee if people could comment.
Posted by Trent at 3:07 PM
Friday, February 26, 2010
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.
“No” lied my sister.
Posted by Trent at 1:00 PM
Monday, February 22, 2010
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.
Posted by Trent at 6:01 PM
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Posted by Trent at 6:14 PM
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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.
Posted by Trent at 4:49 PM
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Okay, so my family and I play a gift game where we all buy a gift (theirs usually a set price). We wrap them up and everything and then we put them under the tree. We draw numbers and starting from 1, then # 1 picks a gift and then 2 and so on. We are allowed to steal gifts if its or tun, it's really simple but much enjoyed by my family. So this year theirs only like 5 people playing, It's a little. Me and my sister (Amber) were talking on the phone she said we need to play the game over skype. I decided that next year we would drop the amount ten bucks ( for shipping). Then play the game over skype with the whole family. I want comments with opinions.
Posted by Trent at 1:44 PM
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Today I had a wrestling match at carroll. Their were five schools their not including mine. I had the first JV match and pinned the guy in the first period. Then everyone else on my team wrestled and everything. My next match was coming and the coach told I was wrestling l 10 pounds up. Okay, I thought I can do this then I got out their with butter flies in my stomach >I wrestled as hard as I could. We went back and fourth for the first period. Then I started to get mad I did anything I could to tick him off I shuved his head as heard as could. Finally got him out of bounds. We both stood on the line I was as mad as ever the official blew the whistle, and almost without hesiation I shot. I jammed my right thumb really hard and I almost thought it was broke. However I got as far as I was and I had no plans of stopping. Doing my best to get him down with my left hand I pinned him. I got off the match and it was getting unbearable . I said " Coach I think it's broken". He told me to go see the trainer, he said that it looked broke and that I should proly get X-rays. My dad was pretty reluctant but after a couple hours we got permission to leave and went to Redi-Med. They X-rayed my hand and found out my thumb was broke clean in half between the second and third joint. It was displaced about a centimeter so the doctor was going to have to numb it and manually push it in place. A he gave me a shot numbed my hand then had the nurse hold my wrist and he tried to jam my thumb back into place. He got my cast on and everthing and I went to get X-rays. The results weren't great but better. The bone was still slightly displaced so he took my cast off and tried again at this point the pain kiler was just starting to wear off. I could tolerate the pain it wasn't to bad while hold me thumb in place he started to put the cast on. I got it X-rayedd again and it looked almost perfect. So he finished putting my cast on and sent me one my way.
Posted by Trent at 4:34 PM
Monday, December 14, 2009
The truth is I wasn't thinking, at all. I've made a alot mistakes in my short lifetime, but this one tops them all. A kid in my class brought a fire cracker that explodes on impact to school (If you can see where this is going). He said he was going to throw it in the ag shop (practical joke right). Due to my sense for thrill I told him I'd give him a couple bucks for it then I was gonna make it pop. Well I whimped but another person told me they'd do it, I handed him the firecracker. He threw it, it exploded , teacher got mad. Where'd you get that he asked, expecting only a lecture he said, Trent gave it to me. Well he should've expected more. The teacher said we where both getting referiils, Me for bringing it to school, and my friend for popping it. I tryed to be a good friend but I couldn't do it, so I told him who I got it from and the person denied it. He emptied his pockets in proof but the teacher saw particles from the fire cracker he picked them up and examined them. He new thats where the fire cracker came from so my teacher called the principle and we where all three escorted to the office. We were taken into different rooms where we had to fill out paper explaining excactly what happend. They came and talked to us searched us (This is where they found my phone and ipod) then discused our punishment. I was to finish the rest of the day in ISS( In School Suspension) and the all of the next day, and I got a three hour thursday night school for my phone and Ipod. The person who threw it had to serve the rest of the day in ISS and two more days of it. I do not know how much trouble the person who brought it in was in. However I didn't see him the rest of the day I'm assuming he got OSS ( Out of School Suspension), Or case. Case is where a police stands over you and your not allowed to do anything but work , You have to pack your lunch, and your parents must take you to or from school.
My parents most likely would not aprove of me discusing this publicly. However I disagree this opened my eyes alot It showed me that in order to succeed in life you have to not only want to but work to achieve success. I learned that irrational decisions cost alot, for instance My reputation, My parents reputation, and My entire family's reputation. I learned that if dont come to the realization that it's a tuff world I won't succed in life unless I change my perspective on life . I have now know I have to practice, Dicsipline, Self Control, Persistance (as in knowing when to and when not to persist), Making the right desicions, and work to acheive acedemic success. I now understand that all the lecturing and discipline that I have received from my family was only for my benefit. I now know that they weren't trying to change me only to make me understand that in order to benefit in life that change is always neccesary. This whole ordeal hit me hard and I feel that I have learned alot from it.
Posted by Trent at 7:06 PM