Mom's tribute Speech

To: My mom

Introductory: Eleanor Rososevelt once said “Behind every great man is an even greater women” but today I want to say that behind every great person there was a mom helping them along the way.

Thesis: My mom is the reason I am here today, threw friendship, love, and help she has pushed me to succeed and go where she never had.

Topic one: My mom has always been more to me than just a mom. She has been my best friend and someone that I could always rely on.

Topic two: My family had this thing were we’d always said “I love you” and it’d get grazy with I love you more, I love you the most to I love to infinity. However one day it came to mom is the one that loves us most, because she’s mom and it’s not only her job, but she carried us for 8 months so knows us just that much more.

Topic three: So when I say help. More than half of my projects growing up that were a success were thanks to my mom. I was the kid that ran in and said ‘mom I have a project due’ she’d ask when and more than half the time it was due within that week and so long as I had all the information. She would do all the pretty stuff that her one and only daughter believed was over her head.

Closure: While Eleanor Rososevelt said “Behind every great man is an even greater woman”, my mom will tell you that she isn’t that great but I can strongly say that “behind every great person there was a mom showing them away.” I love my mom with all my heart and I want her to know just how much I love her and could never ask for a better friend. Let alone a mom that was more loving, kind and compassionate then my mom, and I only hope that one day I can be like her.

3 book titles that confuse me

1.  The Allyn & Bacon Guide to Writing, honestly the only reason it sounds really weird is because Bacon and writing don't go together. I mean Bacon is something you cook and eat for breakfast, not talk to for writing advice. Honestly I want to know who changed that last name durring any form of name change. I wonder if they were hungry.
2. A Long way gone, I feel a long way gone sounds more like Gone with the wind, Though I haven't read this book I have a feeling a long way gone is going to be a long way to go.
3. Tomato Land, before reading this I will confess, sounds like you're going to read a book about talking tomatoes or maybe a story from a picker or farmers perspective. However the book seemed more like a essay. A really long, and over written essay that shouldn't have been required to leave. In fact it was like reading a essay and all you wanted to do is bang your head against the wall because it went on and on and on. Like someone was just adding filler to a point that I don't even know what college freshman read this book all the way threw. I think it's a good thing it's not a "If you don't like it return it money back guaranteed because it's more like "buy this so we can steal your money"

GOOD NEWS

Okay so first off, no I'm not engaged, I'm not pregnant, I don't have a boyfriend, however I do have good news. The past week I've been apply for jobs all over and finally after seven applications and six days of phone tag, next Monday, at two thirty I have an interview. Now this isn't just any interview. In fact for me this is my first time I've actually looked for a job that was outside of my family and my family's business. I've baby sat before however that's not quite the same that was all family, friends, and church members or their family and friends. So I'm really, really excited about getting to have this interview.

Crossing my fingers, everyone wish me good luck.

Name: Kylea Marie Lords
Age: eighteen
Birthday: March twenty-fourth
Favorite color: Green, Pink, White
Favorite number: thirteen
Favorite shape: The one where you are in shape
Favorite sport: Lacrosse
Excuse for responding so late: Well let's see, I decided that sleep is an amazing thing that all people should have and just didn't feel motivated to write in my blog today.
Why: Because unlike before I don't know what to write
So why type this: Because in the process of trying to figure out what it is that I should write I realized, I could write about my problem in writing a blog.

Ideas Came up with:
Family
Brother's stories
Pet peeves
The annoying guys upstairs
Write one hundred words by counting to one hundred however in the process of doing that I would have writen well over one hundred words
Joke (Good and Bad)
Addictive behaviors
The differences between men and women. Who has it easier
The sober person's story of drunk friends.

Reasons why I shouldn't type when I'm distracted

We all do this, we text or type while we're talking to someone, and we just don't want to ask them to hold on because it's going to be rude. However you can't type because they wont stop talking so then you look back and are supper confused because you have an assignment that looks something like this:

Since the beginning of the project there were these guys and they were like (Back space to project) we were informed that we would need to bring movies (Don't know what happened restart)

Friday in class the professor asked that we work over the weekend to complete the homework, and then he as like OMG what the (Back space to and then at this point becoming a little flustered and pause typing while she is talking then continue) the homework was turned in to set up for the lab that wold be on Wednesday (She returns)

I think you get the picture that is what gets so hard to do, especially with a tv or a radio on in another room. Perhaps that's why I like doing homework in the morning

So sleepy

Okay, so every now and then I just get to this point where there is so much to do, so much I can do, but I'm practically dead on my feat. What do I mean by that. I mean when your head's pounding and you know that you want to sleep but there is so much going on with friends and games that you ultimately can't go to sleep.
As of right now, I have reached this point where I feel my eyes are about to close and I'll just fall asleep and hibernate the weekend away.
At the same time though there is homework to do, games to play, people to talk to and movies to watch that make it so hard to close my eyes. To lay down my head and just go to sleep. Maybe I should do that. It seems that it's getting a lot harder to type more.
Perhaps I aught to try something else then just randomly typing, or at least have some kind of a back up plan in case I do go brain dead while typing the blog.

Boredom

What is it that I'm suppose to do? I mean really people say that if your chilling your doing nothing but are okay with it. Well I'm not chilling I'm bored. I'm so bored that my head hurts for it. That and I just don't know what to do or what to write and just have a song stuck in my head. Or rather a rhythm. So let's see how fast I can type a song.
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle little star

Bah, Bah, Black sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir yes sir, Three bags full
One for my master one for the dame one for the little boy who lives down the lane
bah bah black sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full

What I hear from the tv:

Bold fan and volume
Indulge in parmasion at Olive Garden
At Olvie Graden
Fabric of our lives
Touch and feeling the fabric of our lives
This is Bob's Honda Accord

Class extension assignment

So, I'm not going to go way into talking today, it's more of 'we learned something in class now I'm going to play with it' kind of a day as well as a fast right. So lets see what I can come up with


The chilling wind blew over the chilling wind, throwing the leaves across the street. Along with the leaves young kids scattered the school yard like chickens throughout a coop. Some playing four square or kicking the ball across the school yard. To them it seemed like forever away when the bigger kids drop kicked the ball when it was only a few dozen yards away. The difference between the students like David and Goliath. The first graders at the point where they are too little to play with the big kids, but too old to take a nap are thrown to the fifth grade students that more closely resemble sharks.
While the older kids wore coats and scarves, the younger ones were bundled up so much that they resembled more of scuba divers reading for a mission into the dark reaches of the ocean. Just as quickly as the kids came out though, they turned back and returned to the building. Now the school yard appeared grave and equivalent to a glum graveyard.

Exhausted

Some of the most annoying mornings are the ones when you wake up, having slept a full eight hours yet still feel dead tired on your feet. You know you shouldn't be tired but still find that you would much rather roll over and go to bed then actually get up and do something. Yet you know that you need to get up and get ready for the day, because you have a long checklist of things you need to do that day. Or when you are trying to do something, and your mind is being pulled fifty other ways. When you know you should be doing English, but you just think about Chem. Or when you need to read a book for a class but the book is so boring and dull. All of these problems can be both major and minor all on how you look at it.
Well today and yesterday seem like big days like that and I'm not entirely sure why. Perhaps it's time to just focus and concentrated on what needs to be done and do it before I look anywhere else.

Upside down.

Now I don't know how many of us still do this as adults, but as kids I'm positive almost everyone has gone out to the monkey bars or some kind of a bar on the playground and hung upside down to see the world in a different way. Our friends running around on our newly formed roof and the floor gone, Opening up to a blue sea of nothingness. Now there is a new case, a new curiosity that has caused the upside down world seem just another perspective of things.

Atoms are the building blocks of all things. They contain a nucleus made up of neutrons and protons with electrons circling about them. Now the electrons circling the nucleus resemble, in my mind, the same concept of something much bigger. A center with things circling around it, But to see it , you don't have to go smaller, but rather, larger. Zooming out Earth shows a similarity to this as it holding to the nucleus and a single electron, or moon, circling about it, but it doesn't stop there.
Another expansion and each planet shows similar signs only even they show a larger similarity, each planet orbiting the sun. Now I don't know what's at the center of the glazy but the galazy has a center that the solar systems circulate. Which brings me to that weird idea.
Now remind you this is just a what if and to get your mind going, but what if the atom is equivalent to another worlds universe and we are the atom to another even larger one. This progress going on and on for ever? Though it would be considerably weird and probally unlikely what if we were the germs to another world yet never be able to know it because we are too small to see them but they are too big to see us?

Moving Around

Some times you don't realize just how much of a change moving rooms causes. For example, this weekend has been crazy, in fact this is the first time I've sat down and actually set to any work other then cleaning and organizing for a while. However the works paid off. I didn't want to move at first. In fact I was really mad I couldn't stay in my old room, but 24 hours later, my new room is deep cleaned, organized, and there is a feeling of completeness in a way.
It just makes me happy to look around and know I have my life in more order, and I feel confident and ready to turn my life around and settle in for the semester. So though I hated the idea of moving before I came into the room, I'm glad I did move, it feels a lot better and calming to know where everything of mine is now.

Moving Day

Okay so this ones not going to be as long or weird. Just random, maybe because I do all my best stuff at four or five in the morning and that's what time I was going to bed last night.
With that aside as I said, it's moving day. Now I'm excited about this, like really excited. I get my own room and everything. However I've come with a few questions that I need to figure out so let's see what I do in comparison might get that Tomorrow or Monday fully figured.
Alright questions:

1. Should I have my beds in bunk beds, or an L shape?
2. Should I keep the fridge and microwave together?
3. If I don't keep them together should I keep my microwave on a shelf?
4. Should I only fill half the room on one side or spread it out?
5. Shoulr I put decorations up?

So many to think of so little time.

A Doomed World We Live In.

From birth we are doomed. It's as plane and simple as that. Before we even are born we are stamped with some sort of a stereotype. In fact some times before your even born you can guarantee a few stereotypes. The first one coming from your culture or ethnicity. If you aren't part of the majority then you are of the minority and can be criticized or slandered. Then upon discovery of your gender, you gain more stereotypes looking to be who our parents are.

In elementary school we go in thinking everyone is your friend and everyone should be friends. However, even at a young age hurtful things can be done and said. If you don't talk right. If you can't kick a ball or you are scared of the monkey bars, Those kids will eat you alive like starving piranhas.  Now not everyone does this, but the ones that you want to be with most seem to be the ones that do it most. If you hold your S's too long you can be called a snake, if your laugh was too loud or sounded like an animal you'd be called that. At that rate I alone have been called Snake, hyena, donkey, howler monkey and a few other things from elementary to middle school.

Now everyone deals with bullies or teasing some time in there life, and the best places to shed your stereotypes and become a new person is threw a move or a change in schools. That's what helped me at least shed some of the mean nicknames. But because of who I was people are less likely to take me in as who I am.

Just a few months ago I was met with this hard, cold fact, as I walked threw campus and met a girl who'd been in elementary school with me. Some time into the conversation there was a moment of realization for the girl and her next sentence was, "Oh I think I remember you now, you're crybaby Ky."

That was almost seven or more years ago. Despite the two of us doing so many good things together the one thing she remembered was how sensitive I was and that I was teased and called crybaby Ky. I got so tired of being called names that towards my fifth grade my lunches I spent in the nurses office helping her, or in the library with a book.

To be honest though I didn't have a really bad childhood, just teasing that is well behind me now. Though somewhere in my life I went from a cute child to a judged girl. When you started to get a bit older you became part of the fashion trend. If you didn't look good forget it. No one cared how nice you were if you didn't smell good they didn't want to be around you. Though that never happened to be being the one avoided but I'd seen it. However if you were snobby and stuck up with a bit of sass and a good sense of fashion you were suddenly hot shot of the school. Then there were the athletes, the geniuses, and the lazy kids. Leaving kids that did a bit of everything to there own sort of a group. The outcasts.

About the same point all of this begins to happen we begin to be judged for how we look:

• Is your face clear
• Are you in good shape?
• Do you have greasy hair?
• Do you talk too much?

Just to list a few but there is so many more. Now instead of showing us pictures of acceptable people and how we realistically should look in life, we are given supper models to judge ourselves by. And even they don't always look so amazing. Technology today allows editors to go in and trim away some body fat and clear up some skin irritations. Leaving us to judge ourselves to Barbie style women while we all really are a bunch of little troll dolls. While she's got the curves and the legs we can't compare. Yet we do compare ourselves. How many times do you look in the mirror and complain, I wish my neck was longer, my boobs or butt were bigger, my tummy was slimmer, my thighs weren't so fat, that you had a thigh gap? To be honest I've worried about it to. But in truth, while everyone judges you. The most important person to concern about how you look, is you. Though life may tell you otherwise, it may see you as not up to standard the truth is how do you feel walking around in your skin?

Unless we face the truth that we aren't all Barbie, and some of us are little troll dolls, then we may never survive in this world and slowly we may begin to classify ourselves differently in society rather then just in high school.

Face the facts world, stop judging me because you're only judging yourself. Wake up and realize
it's time to change.

The Inner Child

Bare with me while I tell you all a startling truth that many of us want to deny. Now most of America past the age sixteen knows this term "The Inner Child". Now I'm not actually going to define this and your welcome to take your opinion but for those of you who say I'm too mature for that, this is for you.

Example One: Coloring
Now I know not a lot of people like to color, that's a personal opinion, but if you were given two options by a teacher that said, "you can do this five page assignment telling me what you understand of the book, or make me a colorful poster that tells me the plot and all about the characters." Chances are more then ninety percent of the class isn't going to want to write a five page essay I mean come on, a lot of work at a computer, or the chance to color and in a way take the 'easy' way out. Who would?
Now this also helps with our brains understanding of knowledge. Bare with me while I explain. When you were in elementary school do you rember there being more color and the world seeing so happy? What happened to that? As we left middle school the color goes away and it gets harder. Truth is our brains work better with color, it's stimulating, it brings for emotions that we didn't even know that it could bring on, if you want a 'happy room' the best colors to go with are in the yellow family, while soft greens prompt you to be calmer and be able to think more.
Our lives we associated colors to emotions and items or seasons, red is mad, pink is love, blue is sad, yellow is happy. As far as seasons go, white, black, red, green belong in winter with Christmas, while pinks, baby blue, soft yellows, greens and airy colors are for the spring. Summer is bold says "Look at me world I am Summer" with it's bold colors it's reds and blues, and yellows. And finally fall, I can't speak for everyone but my mom loves fall. She loves all the red and yellow hues that are in the trees.
With just the color aspect in mind, why is it that when you could keep to the bright happy colors and use them to further students more, instead we get rid of it.

Example Two: "Train wreck!"
Maybe this one isn't everyone's group but there is this concept that we have in our minds that when something's wrong we want to be there, we want to see it. No one can stop us from doing so. If Johny has a case then you want a case. Not because you want to get hurt or anything, you just want to be accepted and when someone has an injury suddenly everyone's there friend, wanting to know what happened, wanting to sign the cast.
Now it's not to the same extent as it was when we were kids now we know the risks of getting hurt, and the cost. That we are afraid of. Yet we still have that excitement when we see something bad happening. Coming up with one of the most well known terms for what we do now called a Spectators Delay.
This isn't bad. It's not like "OH MY GOSH I HAVE A PROBLEM!" It simply just means when there is a train wreck, or a car wreck you want to see it. And you can't look away form it. Just over my Christmas break we had this happen.
Something happened on the free-way and suddenly we have all lanes of traffic shut down on one side of the road, two semi's and a logging truck involved as well as a total of forty cars. The worst car was found mangled under the logs that had fallen off the logging truck and rolled back onto the truck. While this whole seen looked like a death, and wound trap the worst was to the man in the car under the logs. His leg was pinched and bleeding but it was his only injury. The forty car pile up only had ten injuries which was a miracle.
Now while you red that were you interested to know what happened? What caused the wreck at the start?
If not guess you don't have as big of an inner child as most.

Example Three: NAP TIME
Okay if you don't like naps, this doesn't work for you. However as a kid I was deprived of naps. If I napped you'd be up with me till five, six in the morning and we'd sleep the day away. But none the less, nap time is amazing, you always want them, that is until you are too much of a "Big kid" to take naps.
Yet are you too big for naps, middle school it's starting to show back up a want to nap. high school it's there. It's big and you can't hide it. Especially during finals. What is the number one thing teachers say you can do after your test, "NAP or do something quite.".
For me I live on my 'nap time' so to speak. I get my sleep when I want to get it, in fact I can't sleep the whole night threw on week days because there is just so much to do and see and take in. So instead I take a few power naps during the day. And can't tell you how many people I hear say;
"It's nap time"
"I could really use a nap"
"I'm going to take a nap"
Face it we still love our nap times.

Example four: The True Friend
Now you have friends, that you go out and hang out with and act adult around. Then you have those friends you go around and act sassy with. However we all have at least one of these friends. That friend that if you act crazy wont just laugh with you or at you, but will actually be there helping you out. My youth camp girls saw this all the time. I got so sick of all the rules that I turned mine into a game. Granted I was music chair and had to teach all the girls songs, but girls remembered me as there youth camp leader and I couldn't help but feel special, and not because they learned the most from me but I was the crazy loud one that taught the songs.
However beside me the whole time helping me look like an idiot and get over two hundred girls involved was my True Friend.
Now she's not the only one, oh heavens no. I can't get rid of my inner child so instead I have multiple people to do this with. I have my friends that are loud crazy, and if a boy pisses you off he better be watching his yard for forks or his car for sticky notes or something because they all will get him and they wont let him forget it.

Now the Inner Child isn't a shame, it's just you. It's you in the most innocent form, the fallowing to be accepted, loved, and involved. Some people have a bigger inner child some never grow out of being a child. Give two grown men snow blowers and they just might take advantage of it for a snow ball fight with no snow balls.
But embrace it, don't disgrace it. Next time you get a chance, color, paint draw, help a kid build a tower of blocks just to break it, take a nap, act stupid, not dumb stupid, just silly stupid. Be loud, be proud, smile accept mistakes and love. Love everyone like they were your friend. After all why else were you so happy as a kid when you were getting a new friend every day?

First rant 1/15/2014

Kylea Marie Lords

I don't know exactly what to do with a blog. I understand what a blog is, but at the same time I don't. I normally keep my own journal so this. This is new to me. With that being said I don't know where to start, but I figured since I don't really have to start till Monday I might as well get the boring stuff out of the way so I can let my fingers stretch, and get into more of a writing style.

To be honest I don't know what will go into this blog, perhaps that is how everyone is with a blog though, when they first get started. Perhaps I'll just treat this like a fast right. Put on some music and type to it as well as rant about whatever, and if needs be I can always use it later and post more.

The main reason I have finally broken that frontier to write a blog, is for English 102. I always used the Google docs, in fact I love those. I'm using it now to help write a story that me and my co-writer have been writing for 3 years now.

It was kind of nice to finally decide to make the book official, though it's more of a series, and it's really hard to explain exactly what it is. I mean it's hard to explain. This book is like crazy weird. I tried summarizing it with her and we both were so lost we weren't sure how to explain it in all honesty.

Any how. There is post for day one, or rather day negative three.