Why I Want A a Wife

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2. This repetition is in the story to tell you what type of wife she wants.
3. I dont think Bradley really wants this tpe of wife because she doesn't exist. Bradley probably wrote this story to show people how much the public expects of women back then and still today.
4. She defines it has a person in the house tat mainly takes care of everything and everybody in the house. I think Bradley's decription of what wives responsibilities and charaztization is a little over the top. A women can't do all of that by herself even though some women have to because their not married or husband is dead. It still a hard thing to do. I think she wanted her readers then to think about how much pressure society puts on women.
5. What I admire about about this story is how it makes you think. Especially if your a married man, (for some) it would make them think about all the pressure they put on their wives.

fables pt. 2

The Little Girl and the Wolf - The twist in the story is funny. You think the little girl is gonna fall for the same trick and then she pulls out an automatic. Moral: It is not so easy to fool little girls nowadays as it used to be.)

The Bear -  The bear was destruction no matter drunk or not. Moral: You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.

The Birds and the Foxes - I didnt really get it. Moral: Government of the orioles, by the foxes, and for the foxes, must perish from the earth.

Fables

1. The Young Thief and His Mother - I believe this is soooooooooooo true if you train your child how tio act at home they wont show disobeist or dishonor in publice. Joke: Every teen girl that gets pregnant should puncg her mother in her stomach. (Get it). (: Moral -

Moral of Aesops Fable: Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is
old he will not depart therefrom

2.The Mischievous Dog - Why didnt he just put the dog down if he was such a big problem? Moral -

Moral of Aesops Fable: Those who achieve notoriety often mistake it for fame.

3. The Man and His Two Wives - The man should have known better then to have two wives, NASTY! Moral -

Moral of Aesops Fable: Yield to all and you will soon have nothing to yield

4. The Milkmaid and the pail- I think this fable should teach people to think before you speak. Or worry about the present no the future. Moral - 

Moral of Aesops Fable: Do not count your chickens before they are hatched

5. The Thief and the House Dog- The dog knew better than to trust the thief because one he doesnt reguraly get feed at the time and two to him it look like a bibe. Moral -

Moral of Aesops Fable: He who offers bribes needs watching, for his intentions are not honest.

6. The Jay and the Peacock - Mayeb the Jay didnt want to be a Jay anymore so he tired to become a peacock. Moral -

Moral of Aesops Fable: It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds

7. Androcles - In real life this wouldnt happen. I would try to save a lion and it would still bite my head off so I'd watch it sit there in pain. Moral - 

Moral of Aesops Fable: Gratitude is the sign of noble souls

8. The Dog Invited to Supper - I dont understand it. Moral - 

Moral of Aesops Fable: Those who enter by the back stairs must not complain if they are thrown out by the window.

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THE bEAUTY AND tHE BEAST fairytale/peom

Yum, chew the bloody flesh
The beast is once again the best

She tired to steal my shine
And because of that she is at rest

The pots told me she bad
I never ever listened

She tired to control my house
Make me look like a bad guy

I nursed her and feed her
Laid out my trap for my dinner

When she lay her head down
I showed my newly sharped teeth

Bye bye Bell
Have a goonights sleep.

Fairytales in ONE!

I spy with my little eye a mouse
A mouse is about with no cheese

Yum, chew the bloody flesh
The beast is once again the best

Swim Jack swim you will live
Rose you will live and be beautiful

Red, black, and clear ants
they cawl on you and you'll never know.

Go clean my room rat
you worthless little thing
you'll never marry a prince like me.

I bite and I bite and I bite
until little red is no more.

Off with their heads!
Now the bunny is dead.

Lady Gaga stands defeated
she wakes and is not a princesss.

lalalalalalalalalalalalalaala (bite)
Yumm, the bird is dead.

Valentine's Day

Roses are red. Violets are blue.

Even though I cant stand you. I still love you.

You nag me all the time.

Even about the things that are mine.

But you love me like a flower.

All around the hour.

We argue and fight, but we say.

I love you before the end of the night.

You been there for everything.

As I know you always will.

I want to tell you now, on Valentine's Day.

I love you, and I think you're really great.

You're everything a grandmother should be.

A cherished person I appreciate!

Facebook: My Addiction (underconstruction)

I dont agree with this article. Facebook isn't that addicting and shouldn't be taken thats serious. Facebook ruins people

I Believe in True Beauty by Tiffany (Underconstruction)

I believe that only a person can only be define how beautiful they are by how much they think they are. IN other words if yout hink you look average then so will everyone else. If you think your ugly then so will everyone is.

Bullying Never Stops Unless You Stop It

I agree with this article by Christina, the author of the blog, because bullying is wrong and can lead to more serious things than just cruel jokes. Like suicide nearly 10,000 or more teens die a year because of bullying, which results to them taking their own life. Bullying will never stop unless you speak up and be above the influence of bullying.

I Believe You Can Finish School with Little or No Friends

I agree with Marcus, the author of the blog, people believe they need friends in high school to make it. And to me thats pathetic. If you cant depend on yourself, you shouldn't depend on anyone else.

2/10/12 Guess what

            I bite into the succulent maize at my family reunion. Its juice fills my mouth, its has so much favor it feels like I’m biting into Heaven. “Whoever bought the corn did a good job picking it out.” I say to my grandma. She replies, “You gonna turn into a piece of corn if the only thing you eat is corn.” My grandma always nags to me that I will turn into a potatoes or piece of corn if that all I eat. O well, I wouldn’t mind. I think it would be pretty cool. I would deject myself out of the potatoes peels by eating my way out. I act in a defiant way and go get another piece of corn. I don’t care if she gets mad, I know by the end of day she will still see me in nativity manner. My whole genealogy is at the family reunion it’s the first time there has been no one missing. I’m sitting perpendicular from my cousin, Brianna, who I cant stand. She’s no better then anyone else but for some reason she thinks she is. The whole family has dispersed to the other side of the park. I start walking over that side to get away from my annoying little cousin.

Why?

            Personally, I think the whole thing was kind of stupid. Why? Because if their stories are so true why did they have to write them down? I can tell my whole life story and not have to think about it, not write it down no where. To me, them writing it down just made it a little bit phony. Plus everyone has a choice of what they do with their life. My father killed someone and is serving a life sentence but you don’t see me doing drugs or drinking alcohol like a fish. I grew up in an abusive home for seven years I watched my mother get beat up by men. She just took it like she deserved it or something mentally and physically. But I’m not out getting pregnant, doing drugs, in gangs, or drinking. I’m not going to knock their stories like they couldn’t have been true but why write it down? If its true tell it from your heart, not a piece of paper.

Just Another Crazy Story

Mike slings the black bag over his shoulder, taking out the trash out, on this usual dark cold January night. As he looks around he notices there's no one around. People were as scace as pigs flying in the sky. He notice the trash outside his house was full so he decided to go the neighbors house across the street to put the trash in there. He would have gone and put it in the Parkers trash can but after the party they had last night their trash was full. When walking across the street these ostetaious lights flashed in his eyes which caued him to hit the pavement and wake up in the hospital.
"Where am I?", he stuttered as he woke up suddenly. Mike surveyed his surroundings. he seemed to be in a hospital room. Not any ordinary hospital room though, it was nearly silent except for a droning noise from the outside. Mke limped to the window, but he was not prepared for what he saw. It was a splendid display of a post apocalyptic fantasy. Moss on every  board. The clock was ticking loudly, and he noticed fungus coming out of the walls.  This was a very unsual place and he was afarid of where he might be. Suddenly, while he was in deep thought a tall, dark figure entered the room.  The figure wore a long black cloack with the hood of the cloak on, so all you could see was his bright yellow eyes glowing from underneath the cloak. I had nothing to protect me. All I had next to me was a pile of rags and candle that i planned on lighting. The figure came closer to me so I stuck the rag in the hot wax from the candle and slapped it in the face. After slapping it in the face he said "This fragrence smells scrumptious.Where do i go from here?"  The fragrence smelled of blueberries.  All of a sudden I heard a loud buzzing noise.  "What could that be?" I wondered.  The buzzing sound seemed to last hours.  I felt a large shake a woke up.  I wonder what the quintessence of that dream was? It was soo fanastic when he saw his family walk through the door. He only got a glasp of them and he went into a killer mascule spasm and blacked out.
After days of sleeping he finally wakes up. A white coat is standing beside him. Its like being in a bouncer and having to throw up and everyone keeps jumping. Everything is blurry and then comes clear. "Hello." The white coat is talking to him. "Hi, where am I?" "Your in the hospital.You were in a car accident." "Who hit me?" A womens voice answers, "We don't know. The suspect it was a hit and run."
Looking around the room to see nothing in sight. "Who is there?" A hole opens in the wall as if its about to speak. "We are here." "And so am I" A floating white coat comes into the room. What is this? What's going on? Walls can't talk and coats don't fly. I must get out of here. Getting out of this bed is like trying to get out of a pool full of honey. "Why can't I get up?!" "Why would you want to get up? You're not going no where." "Yep, your gonna stay with us forever." "Let me out!"