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What is a place?

XXXX Olga road. This would be my address. I never owned a home before this one. A lot goes in to finding a place to purchase. Our agent might say, location, location, location, but I needed a place for my children to call home. A place that they could always come back to for warmth and comfort. The perfect place to make all the memories worth remembering and sharing.

When My husband and I started thinking of purchasing a home, we tried to decide what the  important key features would be. We strongly believe in being more self sufficient and wanted some acreage, running water and trees.  We wanted the opportunity to hunt and fish, farm and garden. To play outside, run and be loud. Nothing too close to any roads or neighbors.When we finally got serious about looking, we asked our agent to email us listings to view, so that we could choose the places that were worth driving up to see. We were in Grove Oklahoma at the time, and had to drive around three hours to get up here to see them.

I'll never forget the day we first drove out to look at our place. It was a cold, drab day in early spring. We were all bundled up in our scarves and coats. It seemed that we had been in the car forever! I recall driving down Hwy 60 East, and spotting a milk dairy with the words "milk in glass bottles" painted on it's roof. I thought the idea of fresh milk and cream in the glass bottles was so neat, I could not wait to go in and check it out. As we made the turn on to Z Hwy we could see the Bryers peach orchard sign. The thought of making fresh cobblers and jams from local growers was exciting to us.

The highway twisted and turned in every direction before we reached the driveway. As we pulled in, it started to snow and the first thing I noticed was a tree lined drive with the most beautiful, white blossom plum trees. They almost glowed against the gray backdrop of the sky.  At least twenty of them. You could not see the house from the road, but we passed a small pond right off the side of the drive. As soon as we topped the incline of a small hill, our view opened up to a large, well manicured lawn, with lots of mature, trimmed trees, and in the clearing was our home.

The brown ranch style house was not magnificent by any means, but it has appeal to all of us, plenty of room, a basement, and is sturdy built. Everyone would have their own room and not have to fight over bathroom time. The bonus feature for me was the large country size kitchen and pantry. It turned out to be ideal for making the big, traditional, family style meals for any occasion. Joshua was sold on the lush forest and abundant wildlife. As for the kids, they can play outside without us worrying about someone nabbing them from the yard, or hitting them with their car. Now we worry about them sneaking down to the fish infested  Finley River, which boarders two sides of our property or running in to a black bear, which we see from time to time on our place. Bears had nearly vanished from Missouri but began to recolonize following reintroductions in Arkansas (Misissippi). The river actually separates our property from the land my parents just purchased. I can almost imagine them swimming across to get over to Ma and Pa's side.

Since the time of purchase, we have been the host to many birthday parties, Easter egg hunts, and bottle rocket wars. The house gets filled to capacity with guests and the party spill out into the yard. Walking outside and hearing the childrens high pitch  laugh and watching them sprint from each other or race to the next destination is magical. We love possessing the space to entertain and create a fun environment for gatherings.

Many people in our community visited our home before it was technically ours. We actually purchased it from  our neighbors the Wright's. They own the farm right next to us. They bought the place for one of their daughters, but she was unable to live out this far due to a medical condition. Most of the land out here belonged to Mr.Wrights grandparents. Everyone in our circle of friends say we live in the old Kingsberry place (Williams). All I know of them would be, they were the ones who built house. We just tell people we live down Olga Road, on the Finley River.

The Finley River, a tributary of the James River, gets its start in the high land around Cedar Gap. That's about a 30 minute drive from our home. It flows east to west for a distance of 52.8 miles. Though it starts in Webster County, 48 miles of its length are in Christian County the with final 3 miles in the northeast corner of Stone County. Only the last 19 miles are floatable in high or medium-high water(ozarksfishin).   
The Finley River  has a waterfall. This picture, taken in Ozark Missouri, looks like a perfect place for a family photograph or picnic (Quessenberry).



We have not had the pleasure of taking our canoe on an adventurous ride down the Finley, but hope to get the chance soon. Cutting wood and watering the chickens take up a lot of our free time, But with five sets of hands to help with the chores, it goes by fast.

We speculate about what life will be like around here, after the kids are grown. It breaks our hearts to think of them running off and settling somewhere else. If it were up to Joshua and I, the kids would build a place of there own on the back side of the property and we would get to hear the sounds of our grandchildren reliving their parents childhood. Now that's what makes this place perfect to me.

Works Cited

http://ozarksfishin.wordpress.com/rivers/finley-river/. Blog at WordPress.com. The Fusion Theme., 2011. Web. 26 Nov. 2013.     

Misissippi State University. http://www.fwrc.msstate.edu/carnivore/mo_bear/index.asp. Ed. Jerrold Belant, Jeff Beringer, and Lori Eggert. Mississippi State University Forest and Wildlife Research Center, 20 Sept. 2012. Web. 26 Nov. 2013.   

Quessenberry, Derek. Http://www.derekquessenberryphotography.com/landscapes/finley-river-bridge/. 2013. http://www.derekquessenberryphotography.com/, San Francisco, California. Web. 26 Nov. 2013.

Williams, Judy A. Personal interview. .         

Cindy is a very studious college student. She is younger than the majority of the students, but older than a few. Cindy likes to work out and is usually dresses like crap, but other than that , is very attractive and has an athletic build. Cindy is thin with brown hair, a round face and a nice smile. She takes great pride in her hair and makeup and can be high maintenance. Some might think her to be rude because she is so busy, but in fact she is friendly and talkative to people and always makes time to play video games with her friends. She's a gamer. Keeping her pace has really turned her in to quite messy person. Cindy sometimes forgets to shave. Yuck. But all in all, she is a great person.
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Are you an introvert or an extravert?

September 6, 2013

I believe I could be both. My household might tell you I'm extraverted. I get mad or upset and have no trouble letting those around me knowing I am displeased. I sometimes do have trouble holding in my feelings, good or bad one's. But I can be quite shy and reserved around people I don't know. Maybe I am more on the extraverted side. There is alot more to say about my outgoing nature than my shy nature. 

What is a place? (prewrite)

XXXX Olga road. This is my address. I had never owned a house before this one. A lot goes in to finding a place to purchase. You always hear, location, location, location, but I needed a place for my children to call home. A place that they could always come back to for warmth and comfort. The perfect place to make all the memories worth remembering and sharing.

When My husband and I started thinking of purchasing a home, we were trying to decide what some  important, key features would be. We are very in to being more self sufficient and wanted some acreages, running water and trees.  We wanted to be able to hunt and fish, play outside, run and be loud. Nothing too close to any roads or neighbors.

When we finally got serious about looking, we had our agent email us listings to view so we could choose the places that were worth driving up to see. We were in Grove Oklahoma at the time, and had to drive around three hours to get up here to see them.

I'll never forget the day we first drove out to look at the place. It was a cold, drab day in early spring. We were all bundled up in our scarves and coats. It seemed that we had been in the car forever! I recall driving down Hwy 60 East, and spotting a milk dairy with the words "milk in glass bottles" painted on it's roof. I thought the idea of fresh milk and cream in the glass bottles was so neat, I could not wait to go in and check it out. As we made the turn on to Z Hwy we could see the Bryers peach orchard sign. The thought of making fresh cobblers and jams from local growers was very exciting to us.

The highway twisted and turned in every direction before we reached the driveway. As we pulled in, it started to snow and the first thing I noticed was a tree lined drive with the most beautiful, white blossom plum trees. They almost glowed against the gray backdrop of the sky.  At least twenty of them. You could not see the house from the road, but we passed a small pond right off the side of the drive, and then our view opened up to a large, well manicured lawn with lots of mature trees, and in the clearing was our house.

The brown ranch style house itself was not magnificent by any means, but it had plenty of room and is sturdy built. Everyone would have their own room and not have to fight over bathroom time. The kids could play outside without us worrying about someone nabbing them from the yard, or hitting them with their car. Now we worry about them sneaking down to the fish infested  Finley River, which boarders two sides of our property. The river actually separates our land from the property my parents just purchased.

Since the time of purchase, we have been the host to many birthday parties, Easter egg hunts, and bottle rocket wars. We love having the space to entertain and create a fun environment for gatherings.

Many people in our community have been inside our home before it was technically ours. We actually purchased it from  our neighbors the Wrights. They have the farm right next to us. Most of the land out here belonged to Mr.Wrights grandparents. Everyone in our circle of friends say we" live in the old Kingsberry place". We just tell people our home is down Olga Rd, on the Finley River.

The Finley River, a tributary of the James River, gets its start in the high land around Cedar Gap. Its headwaters are about 3.5 miles west of the headwaters of Bryant Creek. It flows east to west for a distance of 52.8 miles. Though it starts in Webster County, 48 miles of its length are in Christian County. The final 3 miles are in the northeast corner of Stone County. Only the last 19 miles are floatable in high or medium-high water.   http://ozarksfishin.wordpress.com/rivers/finley-river/

The Finley River also has a waterfall.




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How will you leave an impression on the people you will one day leave behind?

I would wish that when I leave this earth, my family would know, without a doubt , how much I love them. That they would see the sacrifices I have willingly made for them. That I never wanted to miss a single minuet of our time together. It was my great honor to make there birthday cakes and Halloween costumes. It was my privileged to take care of them when they were sick and hold them while they cried. Their pain was my pain and I would give anything to take that hurt from them. How blessed I have been to get to  share in their joys. I have got to celebrate many happy occasions with my children. They have trusted me with their thoughts and feelings. They have shared with me important secrets. I hope they have seen God's love shine through me and want that peace for themselves. I hope they grow to understand why we wanted to teach them a good work ethic and manners. The values instilled in me through my parents, passed on through my own kids, keeping our family on the right track. Everything I do in my life is for their benefit. I love them more than myself.

YOLO

YOLO, to me means you only live once. The only reason I know that is due to a skit from Saturday Night Live. It was absolutely silly, but if I had to embrace the saying, I would be more likely to quote a Tim McGraw song, "live like you were dieing". Make every moment count. Say the things that need to be said. Don't waist your time with regrets and live your life to the fullest. Take stock and find the things that really matter to you. Find joy. Life's too short to be upset all the time. Don't sweat the small shit! Pick your battles. What will be your legacy? How will you leave an impression on the people you one day will leave behind? What lives were impacted by you? Did you live selfishly or did you have a servants heart? I am selfish by nature, but I strive to be a giver. My family is number one to me. I hope one day they will look back on my life and see that I gave them everything I had. I would hope they would strive to have that for their kids one day. That because of my example, I showed them how to be good parents, and to never settle for less than that. 

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black card, red card

I have had a very interesting upbringing. My mother was 22 years old when she had me back in Miami Oklahoma. Our lives revolved around weekend parting and fishing. Most of my vacations were spent at a family reunion, that sounded much like a Hank Williams Jr. song, or on the lake "trying to catch the big one", or at least making up a really good story about how it got away from me. As a girl around a bunch of boys, I really needed to bring back that fish or no one ever believed I had caught it. It was always a good time at our house. Lots of people and great food as my dad was the king of the grill. Music was a big part in my house. Being from Miami Oklahoma, my parents new lots of people. One in particular was Steve Gains. He was in the band Lennard Skinard. Steve and my dad were very good friends growing up. My first concert was Lennard Skinard and 38 Special. I was 2 years old. I don't remember it, but I do have pictures of me sitting on the drummers shoulders, on stage while he played a drum solo. Maybe that was very unconventional, but my parents were hippies.  It was all pretty normal to me. Loud bands, lots of people, great food all weekend long.

The Red Gobstopper

"One red gobstopper please." said the little blond boy. I'm gonna walk to the park, its a beautiful day. I love candy! it is fun! Yum yum yum. oops oh crap! Where has that gobstopper gone? My candy has fallen in to the sewer. The candy follows along the pipe and ends up in the lake. A fish comes along and gobbles up the gobstopper.  A greedy fisherman baits  his hook, drops the line and reels in the fish. After cleaning the bones of the fish for dinner, the fisherman and his wife find the gobstopper in the fishes belly. The wife takes out the bones and the gobstopper to the trash.Then out of no where a pig alien spaceship descends from the sky. The grab the gobstopper, dog and the cat and go back  home to eat dinner.The pig alien chokes on the candy and spits it out the window. An astronaut finds the gobstopper drifting along and grabs it. That story made the news! The blond boy sees it on the news and recognizes his candy. The gobstopper becomes famous from its travels and ends up in a museum. People come from all over to see the famous gobstopper from space. Two mischievous scallywags break in to the the museum and abduct the gobstopper. People are shocked to hear the news of the disappearing gobstopper. The police see the gobstopper bandits. there is a chase and the bandits flee by car. they hop on a plane and are soaring through the air. Oops. the candy falls from the sky.The boy after watching the news tracks the falling gobstopper from the sky. it lands in a farm pen with several animals. The crow thinks its an egg and claims it as his own. It files off but drops it in a window of someones home during a birthday party. As it turns out, it was the home of the old man who had originally purchased the red gobstopper. He had a feeling he would see that piece of razorback red candy again.

Gray

Gray would seem like a downer color. Dark and droopy. I however enjoy the smooth color. Its rich and smoothing. Gray is one of my favorite automobile shades. I also like to wear the gray colors. I don't have many outfits in that shade, but I have the cutest pair of gray, soft side slip on shoes. They remind me of lop eared bunnies. They have a big tie on the top. You can't wear them when the ground is wet. The moisture will soak right through to your feet. Then I would never be able to get warm. I also wear gray eyeliner. I feel like it makes my blue eyes stand out more. It has a softer look verses a black liner that gives a harder, more definite line. The backpack I chose for school is also gray with a little bit of pink. It's jut a tad bit girlie.

The place I'd rather be today

If money was no object and I could be anywhere in the world right now, I would have skipped school to go and be with my good friend who was admitted in the hospital last night. Their family had a beautiful new baby girl a little over a week ago. They called around 10pm last night because they needed someone to watch their twins (my daughters age) so they could take mom to the ER. I have no word this morning other than they kept her last night.   I'm worried and want to be there to take care of her and hold her hand. I want to reassure her everything is going to be alright. If I cant be with her, I'm honored to be the one to care for her children! Having them near me makes me feel closer to their mother. I would hope she would find comfort in the fact that she would not have to worry about the twins and be able to focus on her healing.    

Smell:
  As I pull up and park, I step out of my car to smell rain and motor oil. I make my way to the hospital doors, push my way inside  and am greeted with the aroma of coffee and fresh baked goods from the cafe. Making my way to the elevator, I pick up on the fact that someone has just applied hand sanitizer, that smell of perfume and rubbing alcohol. The elevator also smells mechanical and warn. The heat from the lights putting out their own odor.

Touch:
  I try not to touch too many surfaces in the hospital as they are covered with germs and I don't want to take any back to my friend and her new baby. The doorknobs are cold and hard as I open the door. The elevator buttons are smooth and warm to push. When I reach my friend, she is warm and firm to hug. Its so good to be able to see her and to know that she is ok. I take the baby. She is perfectly soft and warm.

Sight:
   To see them brings me joy. The room is dimly lit. The curtains are pulled tight and she is all wrapped up tightly in the white hospital blankets. The baby is swaddled in the softest of pail pink fleece.  The floor looks cold, all the tiles of white and gray.  There is a look of worry and exhaustion on the faces of my friends. I can see it fade a bit after I tell them that the twins are fine and can stay as long as needed! She looks so peaceful as she closes her eyes to rest.

Hear:
   I can hear the ding of the elevator bell. People are busy talking amongst them selves. The clickidy- clack of feet in a hurry, fill the hallways. The door to the room gives a squeak as it is opened. I tiptoe quietly in the room, trying not to make a sound. I hear the T.V on. We start our conversation and her voice is strained with worry, and does not sound like her own. She closes her eyes to rest and I sit in silence and listen to her breathing. Then the baby cries loudly.

Taste:
   The mint flavor of my gum does a great job of taking care of the sweet and yet bitter coffee I had this morning. After a warm cup of caffeine, I needed a cold cup. I chose mountain dew. I really need the pick me up after the up all night worry thing I had going on and the cold crisp, almost citrus like drink really helped.  Sometimes it seemed to be flavorless due to the amount of coldness.

Story of the place:
     Ok, most of the people I know hate hospitals. That is a place you go to die. I on the other hand, beg to differ. The majority of the time I have been in there, either as a patient or a visitor, you went in, got better, and went home. You look around and wonder, while people watching, what else is going on. Did that DR. have a long night? Are his patients ok? Did the ladies at the front desk make it in without trouble? Did that man just loose his wife? Lots of emotions float around in this building.



Story:

If money was no object and I could be anywhere in the world right now, I would have skipped school to go and be with my good friend who was admitted in the hospital last night. Their family had a beautiful new baby girl a little over a week ago. They called around 10pm last night because they needed someone to watch their twins (my daughters age) so they could take mom to the ER. I have no word this morning other than they kept her last night.   I'm worried and want to be there to take care of her and hold her hand. I want to reassure her everything is going to be alright. If I can't be with her, I'm honored to be the one to care for her children! Having them near me makes me feel closer to their mother. I would hope she would find comfort in the fact that she would not have to worry about the twins and be able to focus on her healing. Ok, most of the people I know hate hospitals. That is a place you go to die. I on the other hand, beg to differ. The majority of the time I have been in there, either as a patient or a visitor, you went in, got better, and went home. As I pull up and park, I step out of my car to smell rain and motor oil. I make my way to the hospital doors and push my way inside. The doorknobs are cold and hard as I open the door. People are busy talking amongst them selves. The clickidy- clack of feet in a hurry, fill the hallways. I am greeted with the aroma of coffee and fresh baked goods from the cafe.The mint flavor of my gum does a great job of taking care of the sweet and yet bitter coffee I had this morning. I can hear the ding of the elevator bell. I try not to touch too many surfaces in the hospital as they are covered with germs and I don't want to take any back to my friend and her new baby. The elevator buttons are smooth and warm to push.  The elevator also smells mechanical and warm. The heat from the lights putting out their own odor. I pick up on the fact that someone has just applied hand sanitizer, that smell of perfume and rubbing alcohol. The door to the room gives a squeak as it is opened. I tiptoe quietly in the room, trying not to make a sound. I hear the T.V on. To see them brings me joy. The room is dimly lit. The curtains are pulled tight and she is all wrapped up in the white hospital blankets. The baby is swaddled in the softest of pail pink fleece.When I reach my friend, she is warm and firm to hug. Its so good to be able to see her and to know that she is ok. We start our conversation and her voice is strained with worry, and does not sound like her own. There is a look of worry and exhaustion on the faces of my friends. I can see it fade a bit after I tell them that the twins are fine and can stay as long as needed! She looks so peaceful as she closes her eyes to rest. I sit in silence and listen to her breathing. Then the baby cries loudly. There is no such thing as rest while you are in the hospital.

How we will get an A on Mullets

I believe it will be in our favor that we all worked together and collaborated on this project. It was a fun topic and we had some laughs doing the research for it. I think with all the different personality's, we were able to put in lots off different views and ideas in to our mullet prezi.