Weekly Blog 7: Snow

This might sound a little weird since I was born and raised in Minnesota, but I really hate the winter. I am one of those snow haters. It;s just to cold for me and I would love to move anywhere that it's warm enough that I don't ever have to see snow again. The way I think of it, snow is cold and wet, you have to wear like a billion layers just to keep up your body heat in the winter. Winter has the icy winds that make your entire face freeze if your outside longer than two seconds. This is why there is such a thing called SAD (seasonal affective disorder), this is where people actually get depressed because of the weather in winter. The cold temperature, not being able to go outside, and the darkness.Have you ever noticed that not even the sun comes out in winter? That's enough to make anyone depressed. I have tried to get out there in winter and try skiing and snowboarding, but its just too cold I guess. I don't like being wet and cold 24/7. Snow is only fun for about a week. Then the roads become piled with it, so you can't drive anywhere. You can't do anything but sit inside and sip on hot chocolate.

Weekly Bog 6: Hunting

This is the season where all the big and little hunters are getting ready to set up their stands and go home for the weekends to sit up in trees all day. I think killing for sport is a sick hobby and shows signs of those people to be serial killers. I just find it sad that people can actually take joy and excitement out of causing pain and suffering to such beautiful creatures. We all know that most hunters who do shoot deer don't kill them instantly. If you really think that you live in a delusional happy world. Most of the time the deer will run off and die slowly suffering/ bleeding out. Would you want to die in such a way? I know deer are over populated and I have no problem with people who kill animals for survival. I'm sure that we can figure out a better way to keep the population down besides just letting the weirdos of society out in the woods with guns. I have herd many hunting stories that just chill me to the core even thinking of them now. I have been hunting in my life (not by choice) but it literally gives me nightmares to even think about what happened there. It is barbaric how hunting is and how it is portrayed to others. The bigger the better and the more to brag about? Ddisgusting.

Narritive

I knew things were going to be changing, my whole family dynamic would be different the day I found out my 15 year old sister was pregnant. My sister is 16 months older than me so with our ages being so close my mom knew she was in for trouble. She was right; we pretty much fought our entire lives together and caused a lot of trouble. Everything changed that night though, you could feel the tension in the house lighten and bonds start to form as our love for one another came out in care and compassion. I am a strong believer in everything happens for a reason after all that has happened in the past three years from my family’s little miracle.

            Let me start off with the background of me and Ashley’s relationship together. We were the typical little girls, always stealing each other’s things and tattling on each other. Don’t get me wrong we had our good times when we were growing up together but once middle school came, everything seemed to hit the fan. I remember one particular summer where Ashley and I would get into physical fights with each other, left countless holes in the walls from throwing things and some doors were broken. We weren’t even allowed to be home alone together at this point in our lives, someone had to be there with us or we had to go to a day camp to be watched. That was the worst we had ever gotten, but once that was over the emotional fighting never stopped. After all we went through even I think it is nuts that we can be so close now, but it was almost like none of that had ever mattered or even happened the night she told me.

            Everything was a normal day as far as I was concerned I came home from school and was watching some TV with one of my friends. The only thing that was sort of out of the ordinary was that my mom and Ashley were having a huge fight over the phone and were screaming at each other. All I had to do was wait for my mom to get home to find out what that was all about. As soon as my mom walked in the door she came up to me and asked “Did she tell you?” I replied, “No” and immediately got that sick feeling you get when you know something super bad is about to happen. We all sat down in the living room and my sister turned to me and said, “Angie, I am pregnant.” I just started to laugh because I thought it was a joke, it only took a couple seconds for me to realize she was serious when she started to tear up. In that moment my heart dropped and I was scared of what was going to happen. It was really weird what happened next. We didn’t even talk about it, like everyone knew everything there was to know so we didn’t need to speak about it. That night the past was the past to both me and my sister and we put aside everything that happened in our childhood and started to act like real sisters. I helped Ashley with everything she needed, we went shopping together and I would talk to her about all of her concerns with the baby. We would hang out and talk about everything, we became best friends. Never fighting or even really disagreeing, we worked together to do everything for the first time ever. It went by really fast but finally the day came we all were preparing for, the day I got to meet my baby nephew. 

            You know how most people will tell you that women almost always go into labor at night? Well now I am a believer in that, Ashley had come home on December 1^st complaining of stomach pains that wouldn’t go away. Around ten thirty at night my mom decided that she was going to take Ashley to the hospital. Ashley was 16 at the time and she was very scared of what was going to happen. Since she was so young and so scared the hospital admitted her a little earlier than they would have any other pregnant women. Once I found out they were going to stay it was my job to drive Ashley’s car to the hospital to be there for support. I was 15 and only had my learners permit so I was nervous to drive at night in the snow illegally. When I arrived at the hospital my sister was walking around trying to speed up her labor, she looked like she was in a lot of pain. So I walked with her for about a hour while my mom called the rest of the family. Even though it was around eleven thirty my entire family showed up and had pretty much a pizza party in the waiting room. I thought having a baby was supposed to be a happy and enjoying experience but I was very wrong. I couldn’t be in the room with Ashley, as if I really wanted to anyways. But I was outside of the room the entire time. It was literally the worst night ever. I had to sit outside that room and listen to my sister scream and cry for hours! It sounded like she was being murdered very slowly and painfully. After getting so close to someone it sucked having to hear them be in so much pain. I pretty much cried the whole time, I’m not afraid to admit that. Carter was born on December 2^nd at around 6 in the morning. My family only got to see him for around fifteen minutes before the doctor and nurses started noticing discoloring of the skin and strange movements of his legs. The doctor decided it was best to send him to the cities to United Hospital for more in depth observation. Ashley couldn’t go with since she just had him, so my mom and I followed the ambulance to the cities to see how everything was and if he would be okay. Carter ended up staying at United for two weeks, we went every day to see him, talk to him, and hold him. They ran tons of tests on the kid and they couldn’t find anything wrong with him. Carter is now almost three and he is one of the smartest little kids I’ve ever met.

            If I have learned anything from this experience I’ve learned that miracles sometimes come in the worst times and in the strangest ways, but they are always worth it in the end. You can’t always prepare for the future so when unexpected things pop up you just have to take them in the best ways. The birth of my nephew Carter was probably the best thing that had ever happened to my family and to me personally in my life. He made our family come together and really start acting like a real family. Everyone got so much closer and we forgot about the past, not only did I gain a new member of my family but I got a sister and best friend as well.

Weekly Blog 5: Poor Mr. Bush

I don't know about anyone else in the U.S but I am getting pretty tired of hearing people make fun of former President George W. Bush. He just had a interview with Matt Lower and it seems to be spreading like wildfire around the country on Youtube and on the radio. I can't even think of how many time's I have heard that interview. In my opinion it wasn't even that bad. I think that now people are trying really hard to make fun of this poor guy. Yeah he might be a little weird, but lets try to remember that he was VOTED into office TWICE. Obviously he was in there for a reason, the people wanted him there. Just because things didn't go perfectly during his Presidency everyone is so quick to judge and turn their backs on him. Even ridicule the man who worked to keep this country safe and did all he could for us in a time of need. He was this countries savor during 9/11 and now he is everyone's favorite chew toy. I feel bad for him because he can't even speak in public anymore without people tearing into him, I'm not saying he doesn't say ridiculous things sometimes. But keep in mind I also didn't vote for him either, like the majority of this country did. We are too quick to turn on people these days, if things don't go as expected. Take a look at our current President who a lot of people were so excited for him to be in office, he offered change to this country that everyone liked at one point. Now Obama is getting criticisms for the changes he wants to make because not everyone liked the current changes he already made. I'm sure our Presidents have the countries best interests in mind, they do all they can to try to make it a better place for everyone. I don't think they work so hard to get into the oval office just to say, I think I'm going to run this country into the ground now and try to piss everyone off. Maybe everyone should do more research before going to the polls instead of just voting by the past and skin colors of the people on the ballot.

Weekly Blog 4: Guess Who Got Sued

So today I just happened to be scanning the news on Yahoo when they had informed me that some poor 6 year old girl is being sued in New York. Here is the story, the New York Supreme Court Justice Paul Wooten has decided this 6 yr old is old enough to be sued for something she was accused of when she was 4! When this little girl was 4 she was riding on the street in her dangerous vehicle (a training bike) looking for trouble. She was out for blood when she ran into a elderly women (who was 87). I am sad to say that the elderly women did have to have hip surgery and died soon after, but to sue this girl for a random accident would be just as sad. She is just a innocent little girl and couldn't have possibly planned to run into this lady. There was no intention, no motive, no reason for her to want to cause harm to anyone. After all she is four and no toddler I know is trying to hurt anyone like that. It was all just a horrible accident that got out of control due to the elderly lady's medical conditions and age. I am so appalled to see that this 6 year old's life is going to be tarnished by such a ridiculous ruling. How could you ruin someones life over this, where is the line on who you can or cannot get into a courtroom now-a-days. Maybe since we find it easy to sue this little girl we should just throw her in jail for murder. Come on now people...