Personal Narrative: Domestic Deepclean

LLauren, unlike me, absolutely despises rain. I think its because the day my Dad made the divorce between my real mother clear, it was raining really hard. I remember that day. I think that was when I figured out the rain didn’t have to be something bad. I cried, and nobody noticed. They still thought I was strong, while I was cryi-“Hurry up!” Cherise whines outside the car. I groan, and survey the area enough to know that we’re at school. The moped expressions plastered on the students faces give it away. According to my stepsister, Cherise, she is the most popular, prettiest, and best girl at school. I snort as she guides me through her self -obsessed tour of herself. She’s even worse then Brittany Miller, one of my sister’s old bullying

My home town, where I grew up at, and where I am at now. These three characters link to the three different houses.

The Festival return to Greenfield, MA after being in Turner Fall, MA for a couple of years. I had never been in the Art Block, but found one of their stages The Wheelhouse one to be inmate setting like you what you might find in a coffeehouse. I heard Julia Cira sing on that stage and she had a beautiful voice. One that I like much better than Rosie Porter. It's just a good one to have for ballads. Its a strong one. She plays an electric guitar as well as sings. She was accommodate by a man on drum set and another young woman on an electric guitar. That woman played it well. I listen to her sing a couple of songs and she sang beautifully each time. According to her, They were doing full on rock songs and they sound like very nice quality

My plans as the next owner of Rock Spring Farm are twofold. First to provide a safe haven for senior horses who are too often left without options and secondly to allow those same seniors to help parents in crisis through the Brush It Out program. My love of seniors started with Patch. Patch was an old Appy who had just blown a tendon for the third time, declared useless by those he most relied on he was headed to the game farm. Under the guise of needing a “dead broke” horse for my grandson Patch came to the farm. In caring for Patch, helping him recover from the injuries of being ridden too hard, forced to work too much, never being allowed to heal properly, I found myself recovering. Recovering from wounds hidden under too much work, too

Ultimately, after examining the child's location with an ultrasound, the physician informed Dax, "I have to take her for the C-section." I yowled for 10 mins. I was so dissatisfied. I attempted actually difficult! Yet she appeared magnificently. They placed her on my breast, and also I was so delighted that everyone was safe.

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

On a three-one pitch to lead off the third inning I received a fastball right down the middle of the plate. After making solid contact with my bat, the ball turned right back around heading for the left field fence and cleared it by twenty feet. This resulted in my first home run of the season and possibly the farthest ball I ever hit. Although I enjoy many other hobbies, baseball outshines them all.

All I had ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. My husband and I tried for years to have children but alas it wasn't in God's plan for us. So we needed a new plan. We looked into foster care.

I’m not exactly sure what I feel at the moment but lying here in my room, utterly alone, I’ve given it some thought and I’ve decided to begin my transition from the stage of grief to experiencing a cleansing. It’s time for a new me. Too long have I sat here in this cold, empty room, drowning in my tears. Too exhausted to function. Dark rings surrounding my eyes and hair resembling someone who’d been dragged through a bush. I refuse to spend any more days in self pity. Arising is arduous but somehow I manage to unravel myself out of the cocoon I had created. Feeling my toes sinking into the feather-soft carpet as I take the first steps as the newly found Evelyn, over towards the curtain. The velvet fabric compliments my skin as I gently tug and they inch open. Suddenly light floods in, filling the room, illuminating lost objects. Dust fills my nostrils as all my little nik-naks come to life. Slipping down my worn in sweats to change into something more presentable, a rush of warmth overcomes me. For the first time in months, to make myself breakfast, I shall go further than the bathroom.

Hey Everyone happy Thursday! I can't believe that this week is almost over! Today was not that eventful I took it as a little relax day and just do things around the house. During my day I could not figure out what I wanted to make for dinner. So I took to Pinterest to see if it could give me some inspiration. Pinterest came through for me :) While surfing on there I found a recipe for The Best healthy Turkey Chili the link that was attached to it took me to the website Ambitious Kitchen. I looked over the recipe and I didn't have everything that it called for, But I added what I had. I followed the basics of the recipe and changed a few things. I ended up adding 2 cans of chicken broth, and red onion instead of white. I also did not have

One fall day in October, I decided to clean the attic. The attic was starting to get full so I thought it was time to clean it out. As I was cleaning it out I found some dead rats and mice. There were a lot of boxes but one of them stood out. In the old box was a mask.

Sorry to hear you have not been feeling well this year! I hope your feeling much better these days! That's great Becky that you have one more month to work! I'm happy for you I know you can't wait. Hopefully the funding will be renewed I would hate for the program to end considering the history of the program in Battle Creek. Too bad the last person only lasted 9 months that's crazy seems like Kay and Terah would get the memo that something is not right with Grindl. I pray that Grindl doesn't drive you crazy by then. I can only imagine how insane she must be now.

FC met with family. Gabriella was in the home chasing the family's cats. Gabriella said "cat," "couch," and cat running." Gabriella ran and offered the two cats different toys. Gabriella noticed the FC's bag and questioned the contents, such as "what's that." Gabriella began to play with the family's ball and brought her own toys in the living room. Once the FC began the ELAP with Gabby's brother, Gabriella often yelled and attempted to take the toys from Mason. Christina often redirected Gabriella's behavior, but Gabriella was consistently became upset. FC offered Gabriella a puzzle, in which she needed assistance in completing. Gabriella's had often gotten frustrated in the process and returned to wanting toys Mason played with. Christina