Social Networking

As a person that has grown up with technology in my life, suprisingly I am not a fan of social networking. I do have a facebook, however, I never post anything on it or look things up about others. In fact Their is really only one reson I keep my facebook account and if it wasn't for that reason I would delete my profile. It is nice to keep up on things going on in the area that people post but usually I just log on check to see if I have any e-mails then  log off. I guess I would wrap up my thoughts as saying that you could do what you wish with your life on whether to display it publicly or not.

Field and Track

I pace back and forth while spinning the discuss in my hand. Im staring at the ground watching my shoes appear and dissaper with every step. I picture myself entering the ring getting ready to throw the big one, right now I am in first place with a throw of 111' 3", the person in seccond had a best throw of the day of 111' 1", I have to win this one. I keep playing my favorite pumpup song in my head over and over again, I stop pacing to jump a little bit before I crouch down for some stretching, then I just stay crouched letting any anger boil up inside, pounding at me to get it out. I hear my name get called followed by "in the hole", my body shutters with nerves but I push them away. Next thing i know im "on deck", I think to myself " I got this again I chanel up all my anger that is now one big ball on my chest making me want to sprint forever. "Erin's up". I strip down to my track uniform and a wave of cold air hits me. I ingnore everything around me, as I am waking up to the ring all im thinking about is me and the discuss. I enter the ring, turn to see my sector lines and I look at the line I need to hit. I take a deep breath and let it excape as I walk to the back of the circle. I set my feet up and roll the disc in my hand some more before I take one more big breath. My arms are making a "t" with my body, I rotate my shoulders around and torque my body untill I cant turn any further. I kick my foot around taking my shoulders with it and plant my foot in the center of the circle, then my other foot lifts and whips around till its planted in the front of the circle by body is as tight as it can be now with all my power in my legs and arms, next thing my shoulders are rotating around until my are at the right angle before I release. The discuss is flying throught the air I can no longer controll it all I can do is stand here and watch it as it in sutting throught the air

Grandpa Kenny

Rough, dry hands stained with dirt and grece, Soft wrinkly face with a five O' shadow, your typical grandpa with a twist. My grandpa is 68 but acts like he is 25, old beaten up pickup truck, with half its paint chiped away. He has his toys; a red chevy convertable, a yellow pickup with all the accessories, am4-wheeler, telehandlers and tractors are just a few. He grew up with his two brothers on a farm run by his dad, when he was in the 8th grade his father could no longer take care of the farm. My grandpa, dedicated to farming droped out of school to keep the farm running. His brothers went on to college while my grandpa worked almost round the clock to keep up with the chores. When his brothers returned from college they all work hard to keep the farm going, and over the years the got bigger and bigger and over they years thrned the farm into what it is today with 1,600 milking cows and run 3,000 acers or land.
When I think of my grandpa I have to laugh because he has a great sense of humor and always claims that he was my coach for anything that I accomplished. When you work with you you never know what he will have you do. He is very perticular about some things and careless about others. When it comes to lawns and trees you have to baby them and take good care of them and if you are driving in his yard you better not rip it up! But when it comes to my or his he can be a little careless, We pack our silage into giant hills on a blacktop slab and cover them with plastic them put manure on to hold the plastic down. He can be careless when it comes to taking off the plastic. He puts me in the bucket of the tellehandler and extends the boom all the way out before he gets a start to go up the side of the hill so we can pull the plastic off. Another time he was careless was when I was sitting on a round bale, we were grinding hay and just for the fun on it he picked up the bale and raised me all the way into the air on the bale! The bale was slippery from morning frost and I had all I could do just to stay on the bale until he put me back down.
My grandpa can be silly, obsessive and careless when it comes to me and the things I do but I know he always loves me and wants the best for me. Why else would he take the credit from me when I achieve something great right?

I love you Grandpa

Insparational Song

The song F**king Perfect by Pink is inspirational to me becase the first time I heard it on the radio I was moved, it was really the first song that ever spoke to me. I was in a fairly dark time in my life when I heard it and I was left jaw dropped as I was driving home. Ever since I have loved that song and whenever it comes on I crank it up. I especially love the ending of the song where she ends up changing her life around due to the teddy bear that she has had since she was a child. She picks herself up and ends up doing something with her life and ends up finding the perfect guy and the rest is history. The song always reminds me to never ever let anybody make me feel like in lass than F**king Perfect!

School

Growing up school wasn't my favorite thing to go to but I always had fun especially recess and game times. When I went to intermediate school it wasnt as much fun as it used to be because you got more work and less recess time but it was pretty painless to make it through. Then I moved up to middle school which is were all the drama started and which I hated with a passion. Girls formed cliques guys were immature and all the outsiders got made fun of. I managed to barley make it through middle school before I got hit with highschool. It is here where everybodyseemed to turn into devels. This is where you find out who your true friends are and who was just pretending to be your friend. It is a blood battle highschool is, it seems like everyone is out for blood. You have the people that are in a different relationship every week, people that think they are gonna get married to eachother, the druggies, the goodie-goodies, the hicks, the wanna be hicks, and the people that just wanna survive highschool. When I went pseo and took my first college classes I was in heaven, I didnt have to deal with all the immature people and it was great, I ended up breezing throught it and loved it  and now I am so glad I am out of the highschool system so I dont have to worry about the drama and can just get on with my life without other judging me.