every year on Halloween, my church gets together at our building and plays games and has a fire and basically just hangs out. We do this instead of going Trick or Treating.
Now... the last thing we do before we go home that night is to give the kids that came some candy. the way we did it this year was for all the little kids to stand in a line and make your way to the Candy Box where you would get a scoop or two of candy put in your paper bag.
Well, I saw this line forming and decided to get some candy...
Finally I made it to the box, and there to greet me in the bottom corner was the last piece of candy... a Rollo.
Let me describe the Rollo to you... imagine a very large, overweight man... now imagine that man sitting on a sidewalk... but under that man on the sidewalk is a piece of chocolate... the man has sat down and now is getting up to leave... now imagine that piece of chocolate... THAT!!! is a piece of Rollo candy.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Assignment For English 101
Snipers
By Jesse Fox
Information from HowStuffWorks.com
When most people hear the word “sniper” they think someone who has a scope on his gun, sits back behind the action, and picks off the enemy one by one. There is a lot more to this job than anyone realizes. So what is the sniper’s job?
Believe it or not, his main job is not killing. In most cases his main job is reconnaissance, because snipers are trained to be “Masters of Stealth.” They can go behind enemy lines and report on the size and location without being detected. Snipers have to be very patient; sometimes they have to wait in certain places for hours, and sometimes even days.
A sniper almost never does his job alone. Accompanying him is his “spotter”. The spotter stays next to the sniper and tells him the range of the target, the direction and speed of the wind, the angle of the shot, and many other things that are essential to getting the “perfect shot”. Along with helping the sniper shoot, the spotter is there to protect the sniper from close range attack. “The spotter is usually armed with an M-4 or M-16.” One of the best sniper rifles is an M-21 and it usually costs from eight to twelve thousand dollars, the right kind of rifle in the right hands can be shot accurately from over a mile away.
I think probably one of the coolest parts of the sniper is the “Ghillie Suit”. What is a ghillie suit? That’s a ghillie suit; they help the sniper stay invisible to enemy eyes.
One way the military trains their snipers is by taking them to a grassy field and playing a game called “stalk”. In this game, the snipers start at one end of the field, and the instructors at the other end 1,000 meters away up on a hill. In this game, the snipers have to make their way to within 150 meters of the instructors before making their shot (they fire blanks). The sniper then has to move to a different spot and shoot again, to make sure they are actually shooting at the right target. The snipers read numbers on a piece of paper that the instructor is holding. The instructors have radios, and they use those to try and communicate the locations of the snipers to people called “walkers” down on the field. If you are spotted by a walker you fail the game.
I think being a sniper would be a really cool job, but as you have heard today, it takes a lot more than most think.
By Jesse Fox
Information from HowStuffWorks.com
When most people hear the word “sniper” they think someone who has a scope on his gun, sits back behind the action, and picks off the enemy one by one. There is a lot more to this job than anyone realizes. So what is the sniper’s job?
Believe it or not, his main job is not killing. In most cases his main job is reconnaissance, because snipers are trained to be “Masters of Stealth.” They can go behind enemy lines and report on the size and location without being detected. Snipers have to be very patient; sometimes they have to wait in certain places for hours, and sometimes even days.
A sniper almost never does his job alone. Accompanying him is his “spotter”. The spotter stays next to the sniper and tells him the range of the target, the direction and speed of the wind, the angle of the shot, and many other things that are essential to getting the “perfect shot”. Along with helping the sniper shoot, the spotter is there to protect the sniper from close range attack. “The spotter is usually armed with an M-4 or M-16.” One of the best sniper rifles is an M-21 and it usually costs from eight to twelve thousand dollars, the right kind of rifle in the right hands can be shot accurately from over a mile away.
I think probably one of the coolest parts of the sniper is the “Ghillie Suit”. What is a ghillie suit? That’s a ghillie suit; they help the sniper stay invisible to enemy eyes.
One way the military trains their snipers is by taking them to a grassy field and playing a game called “stalk”. In this game, the snipers start at one end of the field, and the instructors at the other end 1,000 meters away up on a hill. In this game, the snipers have to make their way to within 150 meters of the instructors before making their shot (they fire blanks). The sniper then has to move to a different spot and shoot again, to make sure they are actually shooting at the right target. The snipers read numbers on a piece of paper that the instructor is holding. The instructors have radios, and they use those to try and communicate the locations of the snipers to people called “walkers” down on the field. If you are spotted by a walker you fail the game.
I think being a sniper would be a really cool job, but as you have heard today, it takes a lot more than most think.
Science
I am REALLY BAD at science. First of all I can't even pronounce half the words in the book, and once I figure out how to say the word I've already forgotten what the module was about. I guess that explains why I'm still doing science from last year... whoops.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
One Week!!!
In one week from tomorrow (Thursday), I get to go to the beach with around 50 other guys from church and play football... I guess I'm obsessed with football... it's sort of like Luke Powell and bacon... OK maybe not that much.
Winter
How come everyone is so sad that summer is over?
I love winter! especially if it snows, I guess I'm the only one.
I love winter! especially if it snows, I guess I'm the only one.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Pearls Before Swine
"Little Miss Muffet
sat on her tuffet
eating her curds and whey.
along came a spider
who sat down beside her
and frightened Miss Muffet away.
Then Miss Muffet went back
checked her gun rack
grabbing a 357'
Then finding the spider
she sat down beside her
and blew that poor sucker to heaven."
... the uncut version.
sat on her tuffet
eating her curds and whey.
along came a spider
who sat down beside her
and frightened Miss Muffet away.
Then Miss Muffet went back
checked her gun rack
grabbing a 357'
Then finding the spider
she sat down beside her
and blew that poor sucker to heaven."
... the uncut version.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Not My Sport
I just got back from basketball practice, and I realized while I was there... basketball is REALLY NOT my sport.
...maybe I should take up Polo... maybe not.
...maybe I should take up Polo... maybe not.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Football!!!
I'm counting down the day's until I get to go see the Carolina Panthers play the Bills.
It will be my first Pro Football game... what makes it even better, we've got tickets on the 50 yard line...12 rows from the field!
It will be my first Pro Football game... what makes it even better, we've got tickets on the 50 yard line...12 rows from the field!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
How I Spent My Time At The Beach
Besides all the normal stuff you do at the beach swimming, eating, and laying on the beach. This is how I spent my time, our house was not a beach front but it was right across the street and running beside the road and right in front of our house was a sidewalk. People were constantly walking, biking, and running on this, and what made it even better was that my sisters car was parked alongside of the sidewalk. So whenever I'd get bored I would get the car keys, sit inside and hit the "alarm" button whenever someone was beside the car. It's been a long time since I've had that much fun (sad I know) but some of the looks on their faces and the way they jumped was just classic. This activity was such a success that my brother and Amos (a friend) joined in with their alarms so we had all three cars going at once!
So that's what I did for fun at the beach.
So that's what I did for fun at the beach.
My Memoirs Part II, I Got Soaked!
In this assignment we’re supposed to use humor, so I chose this story. Now I do not find this story in the least bit funny, but everyone else in my family does, so I’m going to tell it.
I was six years old, and we were in Florida visiting my grandmother. One of the days we were there, we decided to go to SeaWorld I had so much fun… until we reached the part of the park where the roller coasters are. Now, for any of you who don’t already know, I hate roller coasters, and I think this had something to do with it.
We walked up to the entrance of the ride. I remember there being a ticket man standing on a big white line. You were not allowed to cross that line unless you had a ticket and were planning to ride on the roller coaster. It was my turn to decide; my four older siblings were already on the other side of the line. All eyes were on me… finally I decided, and I stepped across the line.
I don’t remember anything about the walk up to the place where we boarded the cars. I do remember my oldest brother apparently mustering all his intellectual knowledge together and saying, “Come on, Jesse, let’s ride in the front. It’s not as bad up there.”… Now you have to remember I was only six years old; I didn’t know any better, so what did I do? I went to the front of the car and sat right next to my brother, not aware at all of the danger I was in.
The car began to move. Within a few seconds we were in a dark cave steadily going upwards. This was perhaps the scariest part, cause all along the walls were witches and demon type things that were moving mechanically, so that it seemed they were alive. All of a sudden a door opened up right in front of us, and the sunlight shone brightly again. Everything seemed fine… Then I felt the bottom drop out from underneath us, and we shot down probably forty feet straight into a pool of water! The water splashed right up into my face (so much for the front seat). Anyways, the ride was over, and I was terrified.
My family tried to comfort me, but it’s hard to comfort someone when you’re rolling on the ground laughing. I settled down after they bought me a t-shirt, and believe it or not, I eventually forgave them, but nothing has changed. Ten years later, I still hate roller coasters.
I was six years old, and we were in Florida visiting my grandmother. One of the days we were there, we decided to go to SeaWorld I had so much fun… until we reached the part of the park where the roller coasters are. Now, for any of you who don’t already know, I hate roller coasters, and I think this had something to do with it.
We walked up to the entrance of the ride. I remember there being a ticket man standing on a big white line. You were not allowed to cross that line unless you had a ticket and were planning to ride on the roller coaster. It was my turn to decide; my four older siblings were already on the other side of the line. All eyes were on me… finally I decided, and I stepped across the line.
I don’t remember anything about the walk up to the place where we boarded the cars. I do remember my oldest brother apparently mustering all his intellectual knowledge together and saying, “Come on, Jesse, let’s ride in the front. It’s not as bad up there.”… Now you have to remember I was only six years old; I didn’t know any better, so what did I do? I went to the front of the car and sat right next to my brother, not aware at all of the danger I was in.
The car began to move. Within a few seconds we were in a dark cave steadily going upwards. This was perhaps the scariest part, cause all along the walls were witches and demon type things that were moving mechanically, so that it seemed they were alive. All of a sudden a door opened up right in front of us, and the sunlight shone brightly again. Everything seemed fine… Then I felt the bottom drop out from underneath us, and we shot down probably forty feet straight into a pool of water! The water splashed right up into my face (so much for the front seat). Anyways, the ride was over, and I was terrified.
My family tried to comfort me, but it’s hard to comfort someone when you’re rolling on the ground laughing. I settled down after they bought me a t-shirt, and believe it or not, I eventually forgave them, but nothing has changed. Ten years later, I still hate roller coasters.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Three Least Favorite Words in the English Language
#1 would have to be “Like” even though I use a lot, I can’t stand it when someone uses it every other sentence. It makes people think you either stutter or you’re just a complete moron that can’t decide what you want to say. Also it takes you about thirty minutes longer to say something, because you have about a hundred extra “likes” thrown in there for no reason.
#2 is not actually a word it’s “Text Talk” or whatever they call it. You know what I’m talking about the LOL’s, JK’s, and ROTFL’s it makes me wanna hit my head against a brick wall a couple dozen times. It really makes me nauseous when the person speaking that way is over the age of ten.
#3 has to be “Whoops”… Just imagine going into surgery and thirty minutes in, you hear the doctor say “Whoops!” I don’t know about you but I would start imagining all the things that he would be saying whoops about and none of them look very good. I’d start thinking about what life would be like for a guy with his chin sewn to his pectoral, that’s why “Whoops” is number three.
#2 is not actually a word it’s “Text Talk” or whatever they call it. You know what I’m talking about the LOL’s, JK’s, and ROTFL’s it makes me wanna hit my head against a brick wall a couple dozen times. It really makes me nauseous when the person speaking that way is over the age of ten.
#3 has to be “Whoops”… Just imagine going into surgery and thirty minutes in, you hear the doctor say “Whoops!” I don’t know about you but I would start imagining all the things that he would be saying whoops about and none of them look very good. I’d start thinking about what life would be like for a guy with his chin sewn to his pectoral, that’s why “Whoops” is number three.
Monday, September 7, 2009
My Three Favorite Words
I don’t know that it’s my favorite, but one I use a Lot is “Dude” I usually substitute it for someone’s name…I think that’s the only way you can use it. That’s kind of funny because I looked it up and the definition is: An overdressed man; A Fop, a city person; a tenderfoot, or just a person. Don’t ask me what a “fop” is but it sounds like it could be one of my new favorite words.
Next would have to be “Fat” and that’s not like, “Dude, that’s totally fat” it’s more like “Dude you’re fat”. I almost never call fat people fat I’ll usually use words like: Whoa! Massive, incredibly large, hugely nasty, and/or DANG!!! The people I usually call fat are nowhere close to being large but I just like messing with them.
Lastly, since “Yes Ma’am” is two words (hehehehe), I’ll have to go with “Face” as in “you’re a face” I don’t know how it’s supposed to offend someone. All I can say is I heard it from David Cobb and that should explain it everything. Basically he can use any word as an insult just as long as he can pronounce it, that narrows things a lot. = )
Next would have to be “Fat” and that’s not like, “Dude, that’s totally fat” it’s more like “Dude you’re fat”. I almost never call fat people fat I’ll usually use words like: Whoa! Massive, incredibly large, hugely nasty, and/or DANG!!! The people I usually call fat are nowhere close to being large but I just like messing with them.
Lastly, since “Yes Ma’am” is two words (hehehehe), I’ll have to go with “Face” as in “you’re a face” I don’t know how it’s supposed to offend someone. All I can say is I heard it from David Cobb and that should explain it everything. Basically he can use any word as an insult just as long as he can pronounce it, that narrows things a lot. = )
Correction
Note to all taking any sort of class: Make sure you read over the assignment thoroughly before writing on your blog what you think the assignment might mean. How do I know this? Remember the English 101 post on Sept. 6? Yep I got the assignment wrong, good thing only 50% of my fans saw it…(meaning one of them), but don’t worry I’m going to read the required pages first this time… At least I think these are the right pages. =-)
First Post
For all three of you that will see this blog, it’s my first one…ever. Hard to tell I know (NOT!), I don’t even know if what I’m writing right now will end in the right place. But seriously, I’m proud of myself because it only took me 30 minutes to figure out how to change the theme…then I lost it and I’m still trying to find it. yeah, so this may be hard for you to believe (my two fans) but this kind of stupidity shows in my school. Well I guess I’d better go and look for my theme for the site. “Peace Out” as Kip would say.
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