“Wake up,” My mom whispered. It was 6AM in the morning, and my family of four--my brother, my mom, my dad, and I--were packed up to take a roadtrip to Georgia, Alabama. Two of my families live in the area where we were going, and one of them was the family we were staying two nights with. The other family was my Uncle who planned everything, and everyone except my Aunt in that family was the one who didn’t know most of the family was coming to surprise her. When we arrived in Georgia, we slept overnight, then the next day, we had that family visit.
I had to make life changes which included eating at work at 5pm or 6pm because I get home at 8pm or sometimes 10pm and that makes me eat and sleep late. This has lasted for 10yrs. I also had to join a walk for life group where we go out for walks during midday for 30minutes at least 3 time a week. Using pedometers to ensure I count about ten thousand steps (10,000) a day by taking longer routes and parking my car at a distance, so I can walk to the office. My diet has also changed to low carbohydrates and taking breakfast which I never did over the years because I leave home very early by quarter to six in the morning.
Army Bedroom - For you guys that have jobs as army, some of your kids should be inspired or motivate with your jobs. So now here i have great ideas to make your bedroom an army retreat, its amazing right? Imagine you and your platoon are running low on waters and your meals for the last week have been scorpions or at least rested roaches. About 25 pounds of gear, including the guns and grenades, it’s having not gotten any lighter after a month of desert maneuvers. You have not had a bath in weeks, and it was been months since you have even seen a real bed.
When you turn double digits it 's a big deal,because then you 're just one silly old fashion 1 digit number. I remember having the best birthday ever I had just turned ten,and it was a big deal to me,the first number when you turn double digits,TEN!!! My parents had woken me up and wished me a happy birthday,my mom had been planning this party for months making every detail perfect. I would be having a cooking birthday!!! I know cooking birthdays are unusual when you turn ten,but for about five-six years I have wanted to be a chef.
“Happy Birthday, ouch, is that a foot in my rib?” were my first thoughts when I woke on the morning of June 30th, 2014. My baby boy was turning five that day and I was three months away from giving birth to a second handful of joy. At this time in my life I loved being a Mom, but felt I had no idea what I was doing. I second guessed everything and called my Mother-in-law for every cough, scratch, rash, well you name it, I called her for a lot. On that hot June day the second guessing stopped.
First of all, the kidnapping happened while the Lindberghs and their dogs were home. The Lindberghs only stay in Hopewell over the weekend, but at the last minute they decided to stay one more night, and the kidnapping was on a Tuesday. (Hudson). Charles Lindbergh does a lot of practical jokes; he could’ve tried to prank his wife, Anne, but accidentally dropped the baby, killing him. “Anne thought she heard a car drive up at 8:10 pm, but it was not until 8:25 pm, half an hour later than usual that Lindbergh honked his horn in the drive.
It was a cold, dreary night in the month of October in 2003. It was the night before Scarlett’s mothers funeral, she had only been 3 years old. The only thing that made her happy was a stuffed monkey with a picture of her mom in the belly. Scarlett had grown up with her dad Frank in California, and as she hit 9 years old Carla had started coming around more. Around 11 years old, Scarlett finally felt like she had a mother figure around, and the also moved down towards Tennessee as she grew to be older.
My dad and I sat out there the whole morning and saw….nothing! The start of my hunting season was turning out to be like last year’s season when I didn’t see a thing the whole first weekend. After a whole three hours of sitting in the brisk wilderness, my dad and I drove back to my grandpa’s house with the four wheeler. I enjoyed my second breakfast, which was the leftover hot chocolate I had earlier this morning, and a delectable Subway breakfast sandwich with egg, cheese and bacon. Since we had a long and boring morning, my dad and I decided to head back home and rest for the night shift of hunting.
Beep beep beep. The bedside clock read 6:30 pm. Four hours had passed since we started discussing quantum mechanics, and it was dinner time. I had gone to a friend’s house in the morning to play tennis with him and a few other friends, but even after our friends had left, we continued playing for another two hours, making it four hours total. As a result, we were completely exhausted, to the point of just collapsing on the shaded grassy area to the left of the court.
It is finally Friday; 4th period is almost over and all I am thinking about right now is binge watching television, sitting on my leather couch with a bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos as my furry blanket wraps around me like a burrito. Five minutes before class is over, my friend Stacy wakes me up from my short nap that almost lasted the whole period. Nonetheless, she starts talking to me. "Hey Melinda, do you remember what Mr. Wala bee said about the paper that's due Monday? The one on our self-achievements."