Crayon Color

If I were a crayon color, I would have to choose to be the color pink. First, pink is my favorite colors. Not just a light pink, but a vibrant and hot pink. I think this color of pink just explains my personality and attitude towards a lot of things. I am a positive and bright thinker and never let anything get in my way. I would also be this color pink because I feel that when people look at me, they don't see me as a dull color or just any ole color of crayon in the box. Especially my best of friends would say I'm a bit of a colorful and crazy kind of person just like this color pink. I'm one of the nicest people when you first meet me and never say much. But once you get to know me and start talking to me more, I am very out there and wild kind of girl. Just like the crayon. First, its just color in itself, but after you color on paper or start writing with it, it becomes a completely new structure and puts itself out there for everyone to see and doesn't hold anything back.

"buy an essay"

I think that writing is about subject and content just as much as skill. Yeah you have to have some knowledge and skill to be able to write, but the writing is a lot about the content in the paper. Writing content makes the paper what it is and and the skill is just how well the content is in the paper all together. Writing can be just to learn about a certain subject or for an assessment such as a research paper or for a class like science or history. It really matters about what content that you put into your paper and how "skilled" the content of the paper is. I personally think that a paper/writing is personal and fits to you and how you write and your writing style. The website "buy an essay" is a very helpful website if you just have extra money to throw around and are really really desperate for an essay by like the next day. You are responsible for what your paper turns to be and who writes it. I would be afraid of getting caught by someone for plagiarism because there isn't a for sure way to know that just you got that one paper/essay.

Little black shoe

My little girls name was Bella. Sometimes we would even call her Ella for a change. Switch it up ya know. She was always the happiest of girls and was very well behaved for being 2 years old. We would always run around side and play with her. She loved her nap time and always slept at night so well. Little Bella loved going to church on every Sunday. I think it was the getting dressed part that she loved the most. I had the cutest of dresses for little Miss Bella. She especually liked these little black shoes that she would where with every outfit. No matter what color, what pattern, how cold it was, whatever; she would be seen wearing these little shoes. They were a gift from her grandparents for Christmas this past year. They are white and black striped on the inside and black shiny on the outside. They had a strap that went over the top of her foot and a big bow that was placed on the tip of the shoe. Ella wore the cutest dress to church on Easter Sunday and of course her black little shoes. Her dress was picked out by her father and I at the mall a few days before. We had picked out a pastel colored dress with frilly flowers on the top and the bottom. Thankfully her black shoes matched PERFECT with the little dress for Bella. On Easter Sunday we all headed out to church at NorthPoint. We dropped our little girl off at the nursery so we could go to church service. After service, we went back to pick her up at the nursery where she always has fun seeing her babysitters and little friends she had made. With that big smile on her face as we walked up to get her she ran up and grabbed my leg and I picked her up. We left to go eat lunch after church and got to the restrauant and realized one shoe was missing.. I didnt know what to do cause she was on the verge of crying because those were her favorite shoes ever. After shedding a few tears we got little bella to calm down. Being the nice parents my and my husband are, we went out to the mall where grandparents got her shoes and got her a brand new pair for our precious daughter to wear.

Dictionary of Words

It was summer time. All of the flowers were blooming, and the birds were chirping while the temperature just hit an all time high. It was honestly hard to believe that Christmas was already on its way in a few months. My sister and I had just got out of school for the year and had a trip down to Florida planned. 2 weeks later, we flew down to the wonderful sunshine state and stayed on a beautiful resort on the beach.  We could live on the ocean if we got to choose. The language and accents down here in Destin was a lot different than good ole Springfield, MO. When folks down here talk to you, they always have to say, "Ya'll" instead of you all.  Doesnt bother me, but it sure is a lot different to hear all of the time. After laying out by the colorful beach all day, we went back to our resort. With that feeling of bubbles still between our toes, we showered and got ready for the nightly adventures that we were about to begin. Shelby my sister and I went out to eat a nice pizza dinner together. I kept having to tell her to stop because she always tends to get crazier than a petcoon. Indubablly, we weren't sure what our activities consisted of, we just walked around and did the first thing that we saw. She would always tell me, "Come on sis" when I was unsure about her decisions on what to do. I was always a fungo type of person who liked to do things on my own and she was always the opposite. Every time I told her that she was wrong she will respond, "bet" because she thinks she knows everything. Being the nice older sister I am, I will respond, "Alright" to make her happy. Our first stop was a whimsical little beach house right next to a diesel gas station. There were always fun parties on the beach when we went down there so we always made sure to check them all out. This beach house was at a little house up on stilts that was the color of stick butter. So tiny that you could hear the backglass in the bathrooms. After meeting new people in the house and playing a few games, Shelby and I decided we should leave and start heading back to the resort. The simplicity of the city was just a bunch of wonderlust of joy. When we left, we decided to go down to the beach and walk along the ocean front. The water being so clear it looked like a live aquascape. Our bound back to our rooms was longer than we expected. We both needed to get some sleep from our busy funfilled day. We were both feeling a little knackered out. With the feeling of being a little wonky, we wondered our way back to our room.

Video Writing

It was a cloudy day when I met my friend for coffee at the coffee shop last Monday. We sat there enjoying our dark warm coffee just talking the day away. The smell of the shop smelt like coffee beans had exploded everywhere. The sight of the early morning goers before going to work. Carly and I somehow got on the topic of relationships and our boy problems. Carrying on that conversation, out of the corner of our eyes, we saw a small silver bouncing briefcase looking thing. We were stumbled in our words, not knowing a word to say. Seeing the man behind it chase it down the street was a good laugh in itself honestly. He kept running for it knowing he probably wouldn't catch it. Soon later, the case started shooting missiles from it at the man running towards it. We couldn't see him any longer, but heard his sharp screams from the building next door. Come to find out its a little bird in the briefcase controlling things from the inside. I could feel the fear radiating off of the little man chasing it. This bird was causing so much trouble in the town leading to car wrecks and damage to the buildings surrounding him. We just sat there in awe and shock not knowing what to even do. I touched the warm side of my coffee cup and lifted it up to my lips. As still watching out the window, I see a space shuttle slowly appearing in the background. At this point, I definitely thought I was seeing things and going crazy. I eventually put down my coffee and went outside to watch all of the events. Not even 10 seconds later, the so known rocket takes off and starts for the sky. The man and bird took of on the briefcase following the shuttle to "Russia" to stop it. Finally, after the smell of gas roamed the city and sight of much damage, the man managed to blow up the rocket. I could taste the gas and smoke that lingered in the air. I see a bagel looking thing drop from the sky along with the bird. Come to find out, all the bird ever wanted was the bagel that the man was eating from. In the end, he got what he wanted but surely didn't know he would cause so much trouble on the way. The cops later rushed to the scene and took it all from there. Needless to say, my friend Carly and I had a very interesting coffee date!

Sunset

This picture is a picture of the sunset by the ocean on a summer night.  It was a very hot and sunny day down at Destin Beach. My cousin and I had spent all day on the smoldering sand and laid out until we could see the sun start to set. The sky was as pretty as a flower growing in a new garden. The clouds were varied in the sky but not taking all over just yet. The sun was setting faster and faster and out of no where we saw a little baby dolphin jump up right in from of our camera. It was very Ironic because her and I were just talking about where the sea animals were at this time of the day. The water trailing behind the little dolphin and the big splash as he plunged back into the water was definitely a sight to see. They are my favorite animal so I think it was meant to be that he jumped up at that time and that place. As the sun set lower, the clouds began to take over and more started to appear. In the distance, all we could see were jumping dolphins up and down, in and out of the calm waters. After the sun fully set down, the clouds took over and it smelt like the lovely smell of rain. The rest of the night it poured down rain until the sun rose the next morning to where we were sitting on the balcony of our resort.

Tator Tot Casserole

Reason-why

There are a couple reasons why I wanted to make this tator tot casserole. I have heard my mom talk about it a lot when I was younger. She had always said how her mom (my grandma) had made it all the time when they were sick. There was one day I had slept all day because I had been up all night sick to my stomach and throwing up. I asked my mom is she would fix me some tator tot casserole for a change. Of course she made it for her sick little daughter and I have loved it ever since. Don't know why but it always tastes better when you re sick too. The other reason is that it really is an easy dish to fix all by myself with the recipe.


Process

The process is pretty easy. Not much to it.
First, you cook the beef and (onion if you want) in a 10-inch skillet over medium-high heat until the beef is well browned, stirring to separate meat. Pour off any of the nasty fat.

Second, you stir the soup, ketchup and Worcestershire in the skillet. Spoon the beef mixture into a baking dish. Arrange the tator tots around the inside edge of the baking dish. Some people don't like that many but personally, I like to put a lot of tator tots in mine. Stick it in the oven and bake it at 425°F for 25 minutes or until the potatoes are golden brown.

Story

I decided to cook something that I have always thought sounded good but never made all by myself before. I had my mother help me make tator tot casserole. As I had said before, when she was a little girl, her mom would always make it when they were sick or not feeling well. I got really sick one day when I was about 9 years old and I told my mom that I wanted to try some of her casserole. She made it for me and then ever since that day I have never liked a meal so much by my mom. So this last Saturday, we went to the store and got a giant bag of tator tots, the meat and the other ingredients in order to make this possible and baked the meat into the skillet first. I got the recipe from my grandma which was the original one that she used when my mom was a little girl. After we took it out of the oven, I had never smelt anything so divine and good smelling. The smell lingered around the house and I swear it stayed over night. We sat down for dinner with our new recipe dinner and it was honestly the best thing I had ever tasted. And needless to say.. Ive never been the "cook" type of person so I was proud to show my mom that I can cook and it actually turned out to be something amazing that I will probably cook a lot more and cook for my children, especially when they are little sick ones at home like I was about 10 years ago.