This is an unfinished piece that I was working on for an english assignment There is so much I want to do on it now, but I thought I would do a before and after thing of it, let me know what you think!


Now is the time that one of man kinds sins be looked upon and over come. This problem has been present since the beginning of human society and has lead to issues that could have been avoided. This sin We refer to as is commonly known as social
classes, but we will go deeper to say its not the social classes themselves, it is the feeling of pride over another, over looking the clear undeniable fact that we are all humans, all people under one God and sharing one earth. money, possessions and
blood make us who we are, this is the mentality that commonly accompanies the higher class.
Here in america we have a very sharp defined social ladder, the steps are easy to climb and there are not as many obstacles but the difference is easy to see. As a nation we say all men are created equal, but many of its wealthier citizens have forgotten this.
Their feelings toward their fellow men in lower circumstances are negative and can be seen thru their actions. We wish to stay away from stereotyping this class, there are class members that show great feelings of respect for their neighbors, but sadly they are over shadowed by harsh. Money does not change the clear undeniable fact that we are human, and respect should not be affected by this. Lower class work as a way to provide for themselves and their families, and their work often consists of providing for the high classes.

(please keep in mind that this is not done!!!)

Angel Tears

"We shall find peace. We shall hear angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds."
--Anton Chekov

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The small girl watched as the casket was lowered into the earth. Slowly the black and grey clad congregation left the cemetery, leaving roses by the grave. Soon they had all disappeared into the mist. The little girl was still there, staring at the flowers glistening with the drops of rain splashing on the petals. The young very inexperienced preacher walked slowly, eyeing the girl. He had never seen her before, normally he would have gone over and talked to her but he was in a slightly fowl mood. He turned to walk up the hill to the church house.
"Why does it always have to rain at these things?" The preacher whispered to himself.
"The Angels" The preacher turned, stunned to see it was the girl who had spoken. She looked up at him with deep, clear black eyes, her ebony hair framing her porcelain face. The preacher stopped ascending the hill.
"Beg your pardon" he tried to be polite, but his voice still had a edge that only slightly masked his mood
"When it rains... The Angels are crying" Her voice caressed every word that came from her rosebud mouth. The preacher raised an eye brow. "Why would they be crying?" He almost snapped. The girl smiled gently
"Why must mortals always think of death as an ending... The Angels are welcoming back one of their own. They cry with tears of joy for the return of an Angel who has gone through the trials of birth and death... Do not be sad for your father, he is with his own kind" The young preacher gasped "Who are you?" The girl smiled and began to turn away "Do not worry for your father, he is safe with me..."
The preacher started after the girl but he tripped, he landed on his side. He quickly got up and looked around for the girl, but she was no where to be seen.


"He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of Angels."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Trust and spring....

"I believe everything happens for a reason. people change so you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you'll eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together" -Marilyn Monroe

This is a wonderful quote but there is one thing that I think I need to say something about....
Only trusting yourself? we're all human therefore we make mistakes.... The trust of our friends is something we can't live without, there is always someone we can trust. lying doesn't do anything... but it does is show us who we can truly trust.


Anyway Here are some recent pictures that show whats been going on around here. The miracles of spring are so precious, I love watching the baby fawns fallowing their mothers and the flowers blooming. It just reminds us that even in theses horrible times, there is still some beauty and innocence in this crazy world.‎
Take the time to walk barefoot in the grass, watch a mama bird feed her chick. And remember Gods love, send a thank you to our father for this wonderful earth he gave us.

"Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." ~Kahlil Gibran~



























‎"I believe that man will not merely endure. He will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance." ~William Faulkner~

Frog Prince

I see a little frog hopping from stone to stone in the stream next to my horse field. The sun is shinning through the leaves of the branches above my head sending the light like paint splatters on the water. The little frog has gold flecks on his back and his head, he stops to inspect a dragonfly perching lazily on an over hanging weed.
What happen to all the frog princes in the world? I wonder as I carefully scoop up the little frog. I look him in the eye, he has beautiful eyes I notice. What happened to all the good ones? Well?...
I carefully set him next to me on a wet boulder peaking up from the stream, pretty velvet green moss grow up it's sides. Instead of hopping away, my little friend stays by my side... still eyeing the dragonfly sunning its lacy wings.
A new thought comes to my mind... Maybe us girls are just getting to picky. Maybe the princes didn't go anywhere, Maybe it's just that these days us girls arn't willing to kiss the frogs to find our hidden prince... so we just go with the ones that are already available, fast and easy right? But not worth it. Maybe all of the real princes have all been turned into frogs by the world, our society. And us girls are just not willing to take the time to kiss the little frog with the big golden heart. Maybe thats it.
I look down at the hidden prince to see him finally leap at the dragonfly that had been teasing him. As he leaps the dragonfly lazily flies off the weed and up into the sky above, my poor little prince lands in a dry patch off weeds. I go over and pick him out of the weeds ands set him back on a stone in the middle of the stream. I look up to see the sun setting over the hills in the distance. I hear my mom calling from the house, I look down at my little friend. He winks at me right before he splashed into the water. I can't help but smile.... I'll come find you later my little frog prince

English class memories :)

I was going through some old english papers that I did in the 10th grade... I must say that was defiantly one of the best years of my life :) I did this short letter for an extra credit assignment... needless to say it got and A :) lol it was fun and thats all that matters :) Good times and good memories

Dear Santa,
I can explain what really happened during the church Christmas show...
I was standing on the stage minding my own business when the old music lady just assumed that I was a part of the whole thing. She gave me a rob thing and told me to wait with the other kids. I had no idea what was going on so I just did it. Anyway, I got put on the stage, and I pretended to know what was going on. Well, at the very end we were singing Silent Night. It was getting kinda boring so I decided to add a twist to things... I really didn't mean to knock the crib over, and I think Elvis was one of the greatest that ever lived... Anyway, the music lady was so mad that she grabbed my arm and yanked me off the stage. My dad thought it was it was funny... But mom didn't.
Mr. Santa, Please understand that I'm young and am still learning... How am I supposed to know that names like "Crazy Hag", "Old Rug" and "Crusty Rug" and stuff like that were mean? My Grandma calls herself an old hag... Anyway, Thank You for your time and I'm glad you understand :)

Love,
Johnny
(Aka Tessica :D)

I'm so glad I can look back through my old notebooks and remember the good times I got to spend with so many wonderful people, the times I got to walk through the pasture, the years I got to go to girls camp, The times I sat in the parking lot at Walmart talking to friends or kicking back with a mini carton of ice cream... For the times I walked to a friends house and ended up staying till almost 1 in the morning... then having to wake up at 5 for seminary :) staying up late writing essay due the next day.. I miss those times, but I'm glad they happened. And I know that they will happen again... soon :)

“Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.” Author unknown

New pictures just like I promised!! :)

My Bubblegum colored starfish!




So here are some pictures that I've taken over the past week and a half, I just came back from a camp out with the girls in my youth group, we had the whole island to ourselves for 30 bucks!! it was pretty awesome! I saw some pretty awesome stuff!!! these arn't all of them but I'll get the rest on here soon!! oh and I have some other pictures and video from when I was in main land Alaska, I'm having to go through and see which ones are worthy of being put on my blog lol so yes I will be putting more on soon :)

Take my hand. we'll hid in the corner...

♪♫ When your world trembles and quakes, and your footing suddenly shifts and shakes...Take my hand, We'll hide in the corner, Hide in the corner, Take my hand... We'll hide 'til it's over, 'Til it's all over... We have choices to make, We have promises that we can't break, There is nothing left to lose, So hold on to me I'll hold on to you. Take my hand, We'll hide in the corner, Hide in the corner... Take my hand, We'll hide 'til it's over 'Til it's all over... ♪♫
~ From the song, Corners, by Allie Moss

.... This song came to me right when I needed it. I was right in the middle of this big place they call Alaska, my phone was dead at the time and I was surrounded by people who only saw the fake smile on my face. For a moment I truly felt alone, but then I remembered the Scripture - Fear not, little children, for you are mine, and I have cover come the world, and you are of them that my Father hath given me; (D&C 50:41) and right then this song came on on my Ipod..... the combination of these two things, I stood up a little straighter and continued on. I felt better knowing that anywhere I go I can turn to God and remember the love of my friends....

~ No matter where I go God will take my hand and hid with me in the corner because I am his child and he is my father :)