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Well, first I would like to start off with telling you my name. My name is Molly, I am owned by a simple-minded, teenager named Jessica. She has owned me for a couple of years now, since she was in elementary school. When she took me in, I was a lost dog in dire need of a home. The dog catchers just seemed to love catching me and putting me behind lock and key. But, I was a sneaky little dog. I escaped many times, and then got caught and got put right back in the "pen." I had been sneaky one to many times, so they decided to put me in the worst place ever....the cat pound!! I was terrified, not for myself, but for those poor, defenseless, little, cats that I would be chasing around all day. But come to find out, I ended up sneaking out of there to. I guess you could say that trouble follows me around everywhere I go. And they got so tired of me slipping through the bars and running away, that they were going to.... you know, put me away FOREVER! That's horrible to think about, but it's true. Right when I started writing my goodbye's to all my fellow pooches, a tall, old, man walked through the doors and saved my life, literally. He asked if there were any small dogs available to be taken home for his daughter's birthday. The dog watcher replied with a simple nod, and gestured my dad over to me, and the other dogs that were in trouble as well as I was. He carefully looked every dog up and down wandering which would be the best companion for his little girl. I was waiting nervously for him to look me over, and finally it was my turn to turn on the charm. As soon as he reached my jail cell, I opened my eyes wide with potential and complete sadness all at the same time. I wagged my little tail in excitement and licked his hands until they dripped with drool. He shook his hand getting the dog slobber off with a disgusted look on his face. I thought I had just ruined my chances of being saved, but I thought wrong. When the dog watcher asked what he wanted, the old man simply pointed in my direction. It was a wonderful moment. It was like everything horrible had been lifted off my shoulders. I was so happy, that I was jumping up and down with glee. The old man and the dog watcher didn't know what to think when they saw me in a "happy" mood. But, that didn't stop them from the adoption process. After a couple of minutes of filling out papers and signing his name, the little old man happily scooped me up in his muscular arms and said, "Welcome home buddy." I was the happiest dog in the world at that very moment. That's what I thought anyways. As soon as we pulled into the driveway of a 2 story yellow house, I felt right at home. Huge yard, lots of grass, summertime, and come to find out, there were even a few kids to make me feel right at home. But the best thing about that day was finding out who my owner was. She was 9 years old, and she was full of energy. That's what I liked the most. All that energy being put towards running around the yard, and playing tug-of-war, all sorts of games just gave me the chills thinking about it. She was one of the sweetest girls that a dog could ever have, and be owned by. She played with me all the time, and I slept in her room. She even let me sleep on her bed. She was a great owner. And I will never be able to repay her for how much she has done for me. She saved my life and gave me a great one to. That is the best memory of my whole entire life. And I know that there are are to come.
In one of my past blogs, I wrote some horrible things about my real mom, Norma. Which at that time, I thought were true, but they are not. All the lies that Carolyn, my adopted mom, told me were so twisted and uncalled for that it made me wonder what else she has lied to me about. Carolyn said that my mom never tried to visit me on my birthdays or even the other holidays. But the truth is that she had tried to visit us, but Carolyn wouldn't let her see us because she thought that she would just mess up our lives. That was the wrong move. I had never seen, or heard of my mom until I was 13 because Carolyn said that she had died in a car wreck. When I was about to turn 14, Johnathan, my brother, came home and told me that our mom was still alive. I was surprised and I didn't know what to say. I asked Carolyn if she was really dead, and she said that she had really survived. And that's when I started asking questions and wandering who I really was. When Carolyn finally told me that I was half Mexican, I was happy. I wasn't just a normal child. I had something different about me. Ever since then, I have had some questions about who I really was, and what really happened. But now that I actually get to go to her house and call her mom, Carolyn is really trying to mess that up for Johnathan and I, especially me. Since Johnathan is almost 18 (only 2 more months), she really tries to stop me from seeing her. But, the thing is, she doesn't know that my mom is hiring a lawyer to help us out. Soon enough I will be a happy, MEXICAN teenager. :)
Should the school ban Halloween costumes, or are they making too big a deal? The school shouldn't ban Halloween costumes because of one student's mistake. They are definitely making it a big deal. Halloween is THE holiday where you are supposed to make scary, and sometimes ridiculous costumes. That is all part of the custom. Now, I can see where the Nazi costume is offensive. Some people could religiously get offended by the costume. But, that is where freedom of speech takes place. You are supposed to be able to speak your mind freely without the thought of being punished. Therefore, you shouldn't punish people for their rights.
The advantages of being invisible is that you can escape from the tortuous world around you. We would be able to leave when we get embarassed at school, or when our parents are yelling at us. I would rather be able to turn my invisibility powers on and off, (like Violet off of the Incredibles) that way I can still be seen, and I could still interact with others. When I feel like running away, I could just turn invisible and calm down, or even get revenge. When my parents are putting me down, or making fun of me and my brother, I could go invisible and seek revenge. I could move things around and scare them to death. That would be the best gift ever. Of course, I wouldn't tell anyone because what would be the fun of that? I wouldn't be able to scare them, or help them out without them knowing. Those are the advantages of this incredible power. The disadvantages would be my parents finding out, and getting into some serious trouble. I would eventually have to face the consequences. If they found out anyways. Other than that, I would absolutely LOVE to have this power. =]
Every day should be entered into our memories forever. However somedays you just wish wouldn't have ever happened, but it is stuck in your mind for the rest of your days. The greatest of memory that I have, and will always cherish is the time when my daddy saved my life. It was one sunny summer day, when my family decided to go to the public pool and cool off with the refreshing water. At that time, I was only 5 years old, so I still had to use floaties for my arms and waist. While I was airing up the floaties and starting to put them on my arms, my brother , Johnathan, got impatient and pushed me into the 12 foot deep pool. Since I didn't have my floaties on properly, I started to drown. And as soon as my daddy saw me going deeper and deeper under the water, he started to panic. He started to take everything out of his pockets, such as his cell phone, his keys, and is wallet. After he "thought" his pockets were all emptied out, he dived in and saved me from dying. After saving my life, he realized that his cigarettes were floating around in the pool. To this day, I will always remember how my daddy, saved my life!!
Just the thought of no more bonfires for Homecoming has just hurt the souls of most of the high school, junior high, and even elementrary kids. That was one of the events that we looks forward to the most. That and Homecoming was a big even for the citizens of our town. We don't have much, but what we do have we really appreciate, and get involved in. You would think that bonfires were just for high schoolers, but the town also loves it. They bring their children of all ages down to see it, the band, and the cheerleaders. And now that it is taken away from us, we just feel like we have no more tradition. But, this year we are going to bring back the old Homecoming Parade. How that will work out is beyond me. But hopefully its for the best. If I could decide what we could do, I would have the parade, then Homecoming, followed up by a dance for the junior high kids, one for the high schoolers, and one for elementray and other people. That would be my choice. But, we don't always get what we want. Either way, its good. We are still coming together as a community and celebrating one of the biggest football events in the whole year....HOMECOMING!!!
I wish there was a law against abortion because it is so sad, and mind boggling how we can just kill babies because the parents don't "want" them. If they wanted to do all of the "business", then you should also want the baby. Even if you got raped, and you ended up pregnant. There is always the choice of having the baby and giving it up for adoption. No matter what, there is always a second option. Even if its giving the baby to your parents to help you take care of it while you get on your feet, there is always another option besides killing an innocent person before it even has its own chance at life. The way I think of it, its straight murder no matter which way you try and twist it around. People get sent to prison all the time for murdering someone, so why can't there be a punishment again abortions?
