The reasons I am thankful for Thanksgiving

There are many reasons why I think Thanksgiving is so wonderful, but I will only list 10 of those reasons.

1. Thanksgiving is a time when people make time to visit their family and friends, that they may not have seen in a long time.
2. Thanksgiving happens to be around the time of my birthday.
3. The month of Thanksgiving, aka November, is the time of the year when all of the exciting things happen in my life such as; birthdays, parties, gifts, being able to see long time friends and family, and eating.
4. As I have mentioned before thanksgiving is a time for eating. I am not a very big fan of eating myself sick, but when Thanksgiving rolls around I am foods #1 fan!
5. The time when Thanksgiving rolls by is also the time when my dad and I get to go hunting. Hunting is one of mine and my dads favorite past times.
6. Another reason I love Thanksgiving so much, is the fact that my school gets to get out for almost a week, for the event.
7. I am also thankful for Thanksgiving because some of my family give presents away at this event, and if you are lucky you might get one of those presents.
8. Another reason I am thankful for Thanksgiving is because when Thanksgiving comes, people seem to be in a very good mood, all the time.
9. The memories are another great reason I am thankful for Thanksgiving.
10. The tenth reason I am thankful for Thanksgiving is the showing of love that my friends and family have for me.

Those are the top 10 reasons why I am thankful for Thanksgiving.

The Good, the Bad, and the Beat

Drums are they good or are they bad? Everybody has their opinion about this topic. To those who do not play may not really care. But to those who play the drums might have a different opinion. There are good things and bad things to everything. Here are the pros and the cons to playing the drums.


Pros to playing the drums:
1. You learn how to keep time.
2. If you get good enough you might be able to join a band.
3. Playing the drums might be able to make you a millionaire doing what you love.
4. When traveling with a band, if you get into a band, you get to meat a ton of new people.
5. Learning to play the drums can expand your memory, and thought process in many other activities.


Cons to playing the drums:
1. Sometimes playing the drums gets very addicting.
2. When you constantly play the drums you tend to want more cymbals, equipment, and time to play.
3. Playing the drums is a perfect tool for procrastinating.
4. Sometimes you have to practice and practice before you ever get it, and it can get very aggravating.

Just knowing the pros and cons to playing the drums, has helped many people decide if they would like to play or not. In the end choosing to play the drums is left up to the individual.

Book1: The Invisible Man (pgs. 135)

H. G. Wells's The Invisible Man is about a man, named Griffin, who has discovered the science to turn living organisms invisible. Griffin the main character of the story, does many more experiments on other organisms, but in one of his experiments he turns himself invisible. He starts to realize that, with the power of being invisible, he can do whatever he wants. The law can not do anything because they can not find him. So Griffin, being the "all powerful" man that he thinks he is, starts to commit various crimes.

Griffin ends up leaving the area, and goes to try somewhere else. He wonders into a little town called Iping, he soon realizes that he does not like being invisible, so he tries to do more experiments to turn himself visible again. People start to get suspicious and soon patrols are set out, doors are locked, and even windows are barred. He becomes very enraged because there are no more accessible supplies.

This story has one of the best illustrated writing styles, that I have read in a long time. This story has slang, matter-of-fact comments, and the tone seems to be rather angry. The Invisible Man has many scripted words and phrases that almost literally include the reader into the story. I recommend this book to any and all who love; drama, action, suspense, and an irregular type of mystery.

Web Site

Don't you just hate computers when they will not let you find a web site? Well right now I am not able to find any of the web sites that I have been looking for. The worst part of not being able to find the web site is when you just misspell one word, and not even just the word its one letter in the word. Anyway that's whats on my mind.

Never Give Up!!!

On the opening morning of last years youth deer hunt, my dad and I hunted together. My brother and uncle hunted together on the other side of the property. My dad and I did not see many deer, only one doe, and I could not get a shot at it. Around 8:30 we heard my brother David shoot. After a few minutes my uncle called to let us know that David had harvested a mature doe. Excited for him, but anxious for us, we still waited to no avail. After about another hour, we herd David shoot "again," and as before we received another call to inform us that David had indeed harvested another deer. This time it was a small spike buck.

After another few more minutes of waiting our curiosity got the best of us, and we began our long walk to see David's trophies. Feeling totally discouraged I was "traveling the trail of tears," about half-way there we heard a couple of deer coming. As they ran by I attempted a "Hail Mary" shot at a running doe. At this time I was feeling lower than slug slime. As we continued on I was walking gun down, head down, and had basically gave up on the whole day. When my dad, and his infinite wisdom, said "Now son don't ever give up, you never know when that big buck is 'bout to come out." In an excited whisper he said "And there he is now!" as he pointed towards the path at our right.

As I looked where he was pointing, I saw the antlers gleaming in the sun as the large eight point exited from the woods, and entered the opening in front of us. My dad having quick reflexes shot the shooting stick into the ground. While doing so he said "Get 'em son!" I raised my 7mm O8 handy rifle, and placed the cross hairs on his chest. I squeezed the trigger, and the deer ran back towards the opening stumbling through the woods. Not knowing for sure if I had hit the deer, we anxiously approached where he had been standing, we began to look for sign to track him by.

As we began our assent up the hill where he had went, we broke though the brush we saw him lying up the hill. Giggling to myself like a little school girl, I was proud to see that I had killed something bigger than what David had killed. Still shaking from all the adrenalin, my dad called my Uncle Sam and could barley talk, but managed to get out that I had killed a big buck.

The End