I believe that eveyone should read

To me there is nothing liek finding a good book, on I can really relate and get into. Get into in the sense that when the character I am reading about is happy, or sad, or angry, or scared I am too. The warm feeling I get when I realize I don't want this book to end. The crisp new book smell, knowing I am the only one that has read this copy of the story. The images in my head from the descriptions of the characters. The snap shots of the scenery, and the things surrounding the characters. The tension in my fingers as I turn the final pages, the eagerness of my eyes eating up the words. The feeling of accomplishment I feel when I finish the book, and the exciting feelign of lookign for another to start reading.
My favorite thing about reading is finding a series I can really get into. Knowing that when I finish one book, there is another book waiting for me to pick it up and start reading it. Books with the same characters, yet a different plot, really make me feel connected to the main character more and more. Going on every adventure with her or him. Not knowing what will happen in the next book, chapter, or even page. Not knowing where the decisions they make will take their life, or how it will affect the other characters. Finding out that everything has worked itself out, and that everything will be back to normal again; and the secret satisfaction in knowing that there is another book, and adventure waiting for me and the character, but they don't know it.
When they make books into television shows and movies, the excitement I get from going to see the books come to life; and later being amazed, when the stories are exactly how I imagined them. Or disappointed, when they don't follow the story, or take out big parts of it. Which make me wish I would have just stuck to the book, becasue that story will never be the same again.
However, the best part of reading for me is escaping from reality. Getting under a warm blanket, and seeing the light from the lamp ignite the pages. My mind and eyes eating the words, and making all of my troubles disappear, if only for a few chapters. Forgetting where I am, because I am so into the story and loving every minute of it. To me reading is the best thing I can do in my spare time. Instead of watching television, I am stimulating my brain with words, and pictures that I create. I believe that everyone should read and enjoy a good book. If not just to escape from reality for a few minutes.

Snow Storm

When it started to snow on Tuesday, I figured that we would have classes on Wednesday. I was planning on asking my grandpa to borrow his tahoe to drive to school, because there was no way my little beetle was going to make it through the snow. Late Tuesday night I got a text message from my friend in my program to tell me that were were not having classes. I asked her if it was just for our teacher, and she replied, no its for all classes. I turned on my computer and loged on to western, I clicked on the weather watch and went to wkbt's website. I looked to see that they had really closed campus, and my friend wasnt just messing with me. I quickly wrote a note to my grandpa not to call and wake me up in the moring. When I woke up the next morning I looked out my window to see at least a foot of snow. When I draged myself out of bed, I layered up and headed outside to shovel. I got my back yard done, but that was it, I was outside for 40 minutes and I was frozen solid. My grandma got done with work, and came inside. She asked my why I didnt use the snow blower. I didnt know we had a snow blower. So my grandma used it to do the front sidewalk and our driveway. By the time she got done, and we were going out to eat it was six. We went out to my great grandma's so my grandpa could snow blow her drive way. When we got home everyone, just lounged around on the couch for the rest of the night.

Black Friday

No, I am not a crazy person and I did not go shopping on Black Friday. However, I had to work from four until midnight that day. Let me tell you no one wants to cook when they cooked all day the day before and only slept for two or three hours, or not at all. We opened at four and got right to work. everyone who worked on Wednesday made sure that everything was set for Friday. The oninons, mushrooms, green peppers, tomatoes were chopped, the green and black olives drained, the sauce mixed, and the dough made, all to be prepared for that night. It started off like any other night. A few phone calls here and there, then all of a sudden at aroung 5:30 the phone would not stop ringing. Pizzas, sandwiches, and tacos, one right after another. The continued ringing of the phones, the roar of the dough machine, and the squeak of the oven doors opening and shutting were all you could hear. Almost everyone had their food delivered that night, beacuse they did not want to go anywhere else that day, and who could blame them. Around nine we were slowed down enough so that my co-worker and I could eat our dinner, so the boss could leave. When we got done eating almost everyone was gone. My boss finished and walked in back and grabed a beer. For us however, the night was not over. The phone kept ringing. Normaly after nine we get about 10 orders, that night we go between 20 and 30. The phone finaly stoped ringing at 11. We got everything cleaned up, and we were ready to leave. I yelled for my boss to come and lock the door behind us, and he did not know that it was 12 already. He let us out, we walked to our cars and drove home. As soon as I got home I went straight to bed, nothing was going to stop me from falling asleep.

Thanksgiving

So as everyone knows today was Thanksgiving. My boss decided to close shop to spend the day with his family, and so every employee could spend it with theirs. A month ago my great grandpa past away so this year the table felt a little empty. My great grandma, my great aunt, her husband, my great uncle, my uncle, his wife, and my two year old cousin joined me and my grandparents at our house. My aunt made the green bean cassorol, my great grandma made the gravy, my uncle mashed the poatoes, my cousin and I mixed together the jello and ice cream, while my grandma handled the turkey and the ham. Everyone sat down and watch t.v. and enjoyed their meals. Being one of the first done, like usual in our family you get to wash the dishes. My great aunt was second to be done so as i stood their pondering how I would start, my aunt was like I'll wash you dry. I really don't like to dry the dishes on Thanksgiving, I would much rather wash. Once she had all of the plates, bowls, spoons, forks, and knives washed, she turns to me and says you can wash now. I look over to see the pile of pots and pans used to make our family feast. I started scrubbing and got them all done. A few hours later I had to go to my other grandparents house. There I ate the whole big meal all over again. But she had a dishwasher, so clean up wasnt so bad.

New Moon

Ok, so it may be childish but I love the Twilight books. I read them all in a matter of like a week. I liked the first movie, and went to see it four times. I couldn't wait until the second movie came out. Two of my friends, that I work with, feel the same way, so when one of them got three tickets to the midnight premeire of New Moon, I almost peed my pants. My boss was so fed up with Twilight when the first movie came out, becasue we got his 13 year old son hooked on it too. So all we would talk about when his son came in was Twilight, and that is all he talked about at home. So my boss is now dreading this movie because he knows that in a few weeks we have made plans to take his son to see New Moon as well. He has already made it clear that we can not talk as much as we did last year. Thursday night I have to work but I have already bugged my boss about leaving at nine, so hopefully I will be done by then, so I can pick the other two girls up. We will be going at nine and waiting until midnight for the movie to start, but I know the time will pass quickly because it does when you are having fun.

Tickets

Earlier this week I was messing around on the internet, searching around for tickets to concerts. I was so excited when I found tickets to Lady Antebellum and Tim McGraw on the Southern Voices Tour, in Madison on Feb. 12. I quickly drove up to Shopko and searched for my friend Sam, who loves Country Music. When I told her about the tickets she was super excited. I don't remember what her exactly what she said, but I beieve it was along the lines of "SHUT UP, why would we not go?!" I drove quickly home and purchased two tickets. There were not in the greatest place, but I didnt expect anything more since I ordered them late. I realized that is Valentines Day weekend, so I better book a hotel room quickly. I got a room at the Super 8 a few blocks way from the center. We had just planed to walk, but a aunt who lives in the area said that we shouldnt walk, because it was not a very nice neighborhood. Everything is set now all we have to do is wait.

Stitches

Well I still haven't worked much, but as usual something happened. My boss and his wife's anniversary was last Wednesday, the 21st, so neither of them worked. Matt, myself and two others worked that night. Matt and I were all night, so we would be there until 11. My boss and his wife came back from dinner and sat and talked with us. It was around 10 so I decided that I would start to get things ready to close. First I decieded to take out the garbage, this would end up being all I did. I got everything together, then decided that to kill two birds with one stone I would take out the grease as well. We drain out grease from out taco meat in to gallon jars that our green olives come in. I took everything outside and started throwing it into the dumpster. One of the first things I threw in was the grease. I hit the edge of the dumpster with the jar and it shattered. One of the pieces came back and cut my arm. I finished throwing the trash away and went back inside with my hand under my arm so I wouldn't get blood on the floor. It was bleeding pretty bad, so I washed my hands and put presure on the cut. Matt asked what I did and looked at it and said that I needed to go to the emergency room. I didn't think it was that bad, but my boss's wife agreed and called for my boss. He came up front and Matt told him to go get his car. As he was driving me to the E.R. I called my grandma to tell her what happened and where I was going. She said that she would meet us there. On the way my boss told me that he had just opened a beer and was playing cards, and that I should have waited to cut myself. I sat in the waiting room until 11, and was in the E.R. until 12. When the doctor took me back he told me that I would need 8 stictches. I went back to get them out and the nursed could not get them out, he pulled so hard that they started to bleed. He had to get another nurse to do it because he couldn't. Now it is healing and I should have a pretty scar to show off.