Frankly, my dear, I don't give a Damn.

So I haven't used my blog in a really long time. I actually haven't written anything in a long time. Now, sitting here, I wonder if anyone is even going to read this. I mean, every blogger puts a part of themselves out there for the world to see. Yet, realistically, does anyone ever even see it? Why do we review and revise and try to impress the reader? We don't know who our audience might be or who might stumble upon our work. And in the end, do we really care what that person thinks? Every writer secretly wants someone to read what they wrote, find it spectacular, and give a great response. Yet, what really counts with writing is that you put part of your heart into it without caring if someone tramples all over it. That's what makes it good. If you hold back in fear of being criticized, then you aren't giving it your all. You aren't writing. So, to any writer that might read this, please keep writing. Don't let yourself give a damn what people think of it. Just do it.

World Studies Paper

The American First Party was formed in order to conserve the principles stated in the Constitution. It strives to elect officials that will stick to these principles and use morality and common sense to serve the people. Some of it's goals are to protect America's citizens, aid in economic growth using free trade, support faith family, and responsibility in the life of every American, and to judge each race, sex, and culture equally under the law.
The members of the American First Party believe that any abortion is wrong. They believe that every person has a right to life given to them by God. To the members of this party, it doesn't matter what age the baby is. Life begins at conception. And to take away this life is against the law and the principles of our Founding Fathers and the Constitution.
At first glance, it seems that this party is most like Hobbes. The leaders of this party want to make abortion illegal, and therefore, constrict the rights of the mother. But I think that  it's principles are really most like Locke's. The party is trying to preserve one of the natural rights of the child. The right to life. One of Locke's theories was that everyone has natural rights given to them by God. They are the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.    

Tu as un message! Paris edition

Magasinfille- Je vais aller au Paris pour un voyage! Regarde ca! La ville est belle, non?

P.F.152- J'habite a Paris. Peut-etre je vais te voir.

Magasinfille- Oui. Je suis une petite femme. Me chercher. Le premiere jour je vais voir le Louvre a onze heures apres le petit dejeuner a Angelina's. J'adore le grande pyramide et l'art.

P.F.152- Oui, l'art est beau. Je vais aller ausse. Et je suis grand. Je vais etre a L'Auberge de Nicolas Flamel pour le dejeuner.

Magisinfille- Dommage! Je vais manger au L'Ardoise. Puis je vais visiter le catacombes. Apres ca je vais regarder une piece de theatre.

P.F.152- Ou?

Magisinfille- Au National. A huit heures et demie.

P.F.152- Zut. Je regrette, mais je ne peux pas. Je dois diner avec ma famille. Mais j'espere te voir au Louvre ce matin.

Magasinfille- D'accord. Bonne nuit!

Magasinfille- Salut! Pour le deuxieme jour je vais visiter Mont Saint Michel. Parce-que j'adore chateaux. Ils sont tres ancien et interessent. Pour ce jour, je suix blonde.

P.F.152- Je peux faire ca. Je vais amener mon chien, Brinkley.


Magasinfille- Super! Je vais te chercher et ton chien.

P.F.152- Est-ce que tu veux aller au Versilles en le triosieme jour?



Magasinfille- Mais oui! Je vais aller aux jardins. J'espere ils sentir bien.


P.F.152- Je pense que oui. Et j'ai les yeux vert. Me chercher aussi.

Magasinfille- J'ai les yeux bleu. D'abord pour le quatrieme jour, je vais voir Notre Dame. Ensuite je vais manger a La Lutetia. L'apres-midi je vais vendre aux Champs-Elysees. Pour diner je vais visiter L'Auberge de Nicolas Flamel, parce que tu aimes ce restaurant. La soiree je vais voguer dans La Seine dans les moches. Je veux les lumieres voir. Je pense ils sont tres jolis.


P.F.152- Je dois travailler ce jour. Je suis desole.

Magasinfille- De rien. Je vais etre occupe. En le cinquieme jour je vais visiter le Tour Eiffel.

P.F.152- Je vais tu voir la.

Magasinfille- Bien!

Le cinquieme jour ils vont visiter la Tour Eiffel, voguer dans La Seine, et manger au L'Auberge de Nicolas Flamel. Ca va etre un bon jour!

Auberge de Nicolas Flamel - Restaurant Paris 11 - RestoVisio.com

Sullivan

My family and I recently had our dog, Sully, put down. He was an old yellow lab, and the sweetest dog you could ever know. He just got old and thin and really didn't want to keep going. I decided to go to the vet when they gave him the shot, and I don't know if I can give you a good reason why. I like to think it was something like I needed to see the true blessing of life and the reality of death. I think that may have been part of it, but another part was just curiosity. I didn't completely know how this worked, and I guess I wanted to see death before I got there. Sully was old and sometimes he looked really sad just sitting there with his droopy eyes. Sometimes, when I was alone with him and he was sleeping, I would glance down and wait until I saw his chest rise with a breath. It sort of made me laugh when he finally breathed and I thought, "How could I be so silly? Of course he's fine!" But that one time, after they gave him that shot, I sat there and looked at his chest. He looked like he was just sleeping as usual, but he didn't move, he didn't breathe, he didn't wake up and pant back at me like, "I'm old and tired, but I'm holdin' on. Don't worry about me." I wanted the reasurrance of that little breath, the hope that, yeah he's old, but age doesn't matter with him. But it never came...

today

didn't want to wake up, woke up, got ready for track, went to track, found out there was no track, went back home, sat, got ready for orthodontist appointment, did dishes, went to orthodontist appointment early, finished early, sat looking at magazine and watching how to make a backyard look bigger than it really is, pretended not to notice the 'what is she still doing here?' looks, waited for Mom, jumped when she walked in, sprinted out of the orthodontist office, got in the car, put the right color of rubber bands in my mouth, stopped at home, picked up sister, got back in car to go shopping at 'The Clothesline', didn't want to go shopping at 'The Clothesline', tried on clothes at 'The Clothesline', found out I actually liked 'The Clothesline', hurried to pick up little sister from school, went to McDonald's for ice cream cones, attempted to eat the ice cream cone with rubberbands still in my mouth, got mad at the rubberbands, ripped the rubberbands out, ate the cone in peace, went inside, did more dishes, sat, tried to hold spastic dog, gave up, put dog down, found dog pee, put dog's nose in pee, cleaned up pee, made sister take dog out, ate real food, tried on 'The Clothesline' clothes for Dad, read some of 'To Kill a Mockingbird', and wrote this

We The People

I have been learning more and more about government, politics, and their history over the past two years, but only in the past couple of months have I felt depressed thinking about it. I never feel like there is anything positive in the government anymore. And the whole approach to politics is a debate. It feels like a hopeless war against Obama, bills, and taxes. Now I realize that politics goes deeper than I thought. If we want to think of this as a war, we have a harder war to fight amongst ourselves than the war we are really involved in. What happened to America? Really? That small, but deadly little fireball of passion. That little group of colonies that looked softer on the outside than we really were. That group of people that only had each other. Who only had the will and determination of their leaders. And the grace and will of God. Where did we go? Too much government involvement not only takes over the economy and our choices, it takes over us. America is no longer defined by its people, it is defined by its government. We have few leaders that really strive for improving the lives of the citizens they serve anymore. Instead they strive for power in the government of the most powerful country in the world. Where did the dignity in government go? When did the word politician go bad? Maybe it was when the people couldn't trust their leaders to do the best for them anymore but had to watch for government scandals and thieves. I don't know. I just wish it was back. I wish WE THE PEOPLE were back.