'Tona blog 8

Do you remember your first car? You know, the car that you paid for with your own money. I remember mine. It was a 1988 red Dodge Daytona; it was and is my dream car. I loved it even though it was old and starting to fall apart. It wasn’t a beautiful thing to look at, but that didn’t matter. The driver’s side door would not unlock with a key if you unlocked; the passenger side door didn’t open from the outside; and if you accidentally locked all the doors, you had to crawl in from the trunk to open the doors. It was great. How I got it is an interesting story. My mother actually bought it for her window-washing business. When I saw it then, I was instantly in love with it. It was that cheap car that was actually in fairly good condition; well eventually she got to the point where she wanted a truck because it would be easier to tote everything around in. So the vehicle went to my brother and me so that we could drive to school. We paid, mostly me, the gas while mom and dad paid the insurance.
It was also at this time that we were working at the RCA Dome concession stands to raise money for the band and the winter guard. Since my brother had a job, and was working all the time; I got “volunteered” to ALWAYS work at the dome. At first it was fun but after the 30th time you work there, you start to dread it. So as a way to make it up to me, mom and dad decided to give me the car. They said that since I was always working at the dome; I had earned the five hundred dollars they had spent on it.
Now you know this story doesn’t have a happy ending because this is all in past tense. Well it was the morning of my graduation open house; I was on my way to pick up my boyfriend. He was going to help us set up the chairs, balloons, pictures, etc. I was driving along to go get him; when at the intersection next to Pizza Hut and 47, in Crawfordsville, this girl ran the red light. You have no idea how hard a hit is at 30 miles per hour unless you have experienced it. Well she T-boned me on the passenger side, bent up the wheel well, and officially totaled my car. I was so upset that I cried, but I also felt a queer sort of pride because the SUV that had hit me was completely totaled, more totaled than my ‘tona. That was the end of her but I someday I will own another ‘tona. A red ’88 Dodge Daytona, my dream car.

My Parents: Blog 1

My mom is the person in my life that means the most to me. She is the person that I can go to if I need anything at all. She will do anything for me to make my life easier. I admirer her for every thing she has been through and for the compassion she shows my sisters and me. She will sacrifice her happiness to make us girls happy. She became a mom at the very young age of seventeen. Although her and my dad had me at a very young age they stepped up to the plate and did what they had to do to raise their children. My mom had all three of us girls by the time she reached age twenty three. She was a great mom even though she was still a kid her self.
I have no idea how she did what she did. I could not imagine being a mother at my age, let alone having two kids by the age of twenty. Although you still see young mothers quite a bit today, a lot of them seem to push the job of raising the baby on someone else. That was not my mom’s case at all. Her and my dad did it all on their own, with out the help of anyone else or even money from the state like a lot of people do these days. They had jobs and sacrificed things in their lives to be able to take care of our family by them selves. They both have great paying jobs and with out their hard work I wouldn’t have the things I have today.
I wouldn’t be able to go to college and have a nice house, or clothes on my back with out good parents. They are relatively strict parents, and it used to drive me crazy, but I wouldn’t be the girl I am today if they would have let me do what ever I wanted. I wouldn’t be a goal oriented person that wants to succeed in life if it wasn’t for my mom and dad. They push me to do the best that I can and to do good in school so that I can one day fulfill my life goal of becoming a nurse. If my parents had not of taught me to work for what I want and that for every action there is a consequence, then who knows what type of person I would be today.
I want to succeed in life so that I can make my parents proud. To show them that every thing that they have done for me paid off in the long run. I know that I will make them happy they day I become a nurse. Me succeeding will make them feel as if they did a good job at raising me. And ill be the first person to tell them that they have.

My Pets

At my house we have three dogs, two cats, and ten horses. That is a lot of animals! I personally don’t consider the horses pets, because I never mess with them. My parents on the other hand absolutely love the horses. I am more of a dog or cat person. I don’t know why I don’t like horses a lot, but I think the main reason is that they aren’t very loving animals. Horses usually don’t even learn their names, and they never seem happy to see you unless you have food for them. Dogs and cats on the other hand are always at the door ready to greet you when you walk in.
My cat Charlie is the pet that I’ve had the longest. I've had him around eight years or so. Charlie is orange and white with the biggest belly you have ever seen on a cat. I bet that cat weighs at least 20-25 pounds. He is huge. Charlie is the typical lazy cat. He loves to sleep, eat, and be rubbed on. Sometimes I wish that I could be Charlie for a day. He definitely has a nice and easy life. Mama cat on the other hand is a barn ct we have. She ended up living in our horse barn one winter and has never left since. She is a black and white cat. You can really tell she is an outside cat. She used to be scared to death of people until we started feeding her. She lets us pet her now, but she isn’t as loving as Charlie. Neither one other cats like the dogs.
We have three dogs that stay inside. Daisy is a golden retriever, Springer is a boxer, and Maddie, the newest addition to the family, is a rat terrier. Daisy is a laid back dog that loves the water and playing fetch. She also likes to chew up all of my socks. She loves water so much sometimes she swims in the horses' water trough. That really pisses my mom off because she gets hair in the water. We used to breed golden retrievers and Daisy was our main female. Springer was a what I call a hand-me-down. She was given to us by a former cop. Springer is our guard dog. No person would ever walk foot in our house by themselves because Springer would tear them up. She may sound like a mean, viscous dog, bit actually she is probably the most loving dog I have ever had. She acts like a person. She sits on the couch like a person, and even sleeps under the blankets on a pillow. Springer is also one over fed beast. We had to put her on a diet because her joint were beginning to go out on her from being so over weight. Maddie is the little rat terrier I bought myself for Christmas. I fell in love with her when I saw her at the pet store. She was the smallest dog that I’ve seen. She could fit in my sweat shirt pocket. Now that she is older she is still fairly small. Maddie weighs around 5 pounds. It’s funny to see her next to Charlie. She is by far the most hyper dog of the bunch