Nbacklover's Blog

Life

nbacklover — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 17:32:20 +0000

Life is so very great

From the day were born

To the day we die

We live for the moment

We make memories

We love

And we hate

We have our favorites things

We have people in our lives who care

And some who dont

Life gives us power

Some abuse it and some use it for good

Life is always there

Big or small

Short or tall

Fat or skinny

We all have a life

We all make memories

We all make decisons

Life isnt always good

But we get back on our feet

And live and forget

Life is full of emotions

Happyness,sadness,anger, and guilt

These are just a few we encounter

We encounter all this

And a ton more

On this long road

During centires

On this long journey

It’s name is life

Home

nbacklover — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 17:25:59 +0000

Home is a great place

It gives us warmth

The people in it make us feel loved

We sleep in it

We eat in it

We play in it

And we grow in it

It where we live

Smiles and memorys are made in it

It can be big and fancy

It can be small and country

It can be in the countryside,the mountians, and even the big cities

No matter where it is it’s our home

The place where we grow

The place where we learn

it’s comfort

And it’s home

Mystery

nbacklover — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 17:20:06 +0000

It was a rainy night at a swimming pool. A Military officer was there. When suddendly he was found dead in a swimming pool. He started looking for clues when all of a sudden he found ink stains. What could they be from? Later at the autospy they discover that the cause of death was a tiger-clawed man. He read the classifieds but didnt find anything. He had no motive. Now we go back to those ink stains. They were put under a microscope. Ah ha they were from a counterfit bill. As it turns out they were buried near the swimming pool. They were the officers. The motive was greed. This tiger-clawed man wanted money and he heard about the stash near the pool. So he went looking for it. The officer cuaght him in the act and a fight insued. Pretty soon the officer was dead in the pool. The man was caught after tried to put 1,000 dollars of counterfits into the bank.

Writing

nbacklover — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 16:26:41 +0000

I write when I need to write. I usally write for school alone. I dont really write on my own. I thinking wirting is a good thing. It can help us get our felling and can also help be creative. It also helps us commuincate. When I write it is kinda random. I can write about anything but when I write it’s usally something given too me. If it is something im into I can make it very long. Although most of the time im a very short writer.

Party

nbacklover — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 17:34:58 +0000

There was a guy that went to this party one day. He was enjoying himself. He didnt drink. Eerybody around him did though. He needed a ride home. He didnt know who to turn to. It was late at night. He didnt have anything to call anybody with. There were no buses in that part of town. Everybody at the party was drunk. There wasnt one single person there who was sober. So anyway one of him drunk friends offered him a ride home. He said yes which would soon be a big mistake. Ok so this freind of his started out ok. He got to some train tracks. Well there was a train coming. The gates were down but this guy was so drunk that he didnt know any better. Well he went around thos gates. The train had no time to stop. He and hsi buddy both died right when the train hit them. Well his mother and his sister and his brother found him first. Well they learned a lesson this whole town did. They lost their son and brother. The lesson to be learned here is never to ride with someone who is drunk. It will be stupid and could cost you your life.

The sad part is that people do this very often.

Love

nbacklover — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 17:25:06 +0000

Love is a strong feeling

Even though everybody in the world cant fell it

Its still there

Waiting to fill you up

It can never be explained

And their is no way to tell someone what true love is

It can make you happy or sad

It all depends on how soemone uses it

It can be powerful

It can affect how people live their lives and feel everyday

Its something most people fells

It can between a husband and a wife

Lovers

And even best friends

Ive heard everybody will find love one day

And who knows it may be true

But nobody will ever know

A Computer

nbacklover — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 16:32:09 +0000

Oh mighty computer

Bright and shiny

With a big widescreen

Keys

It has sucked

My soul in it

This body

With no soul

Now,I spend my life

Trapped inside

To type never ending messages

Back and forth

It is something everybody has

Ready to suck up their souls

Ready to make them type

Endlessly

The Last Two Years

nbacklover — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 18:09:24 +0000

It all began in January when my parents started acting well kind of strange. I wasn’t really sure what was going on. They waited for a little bit before they told me my dad had cancer. You see they had to wait to be sure dad even had what they thought he had. It all went downhill for us from there. My dad was in and out of the hospital for the radiation treatments. I had no idea how serious the cancer was. It had been in his lungs and around his main arteries of his heart. He had to go to emory a couple of times before that. For treatment and to be hospitalized. That’s all we had to deal with for a little bit. Then he had a headache and was falling down a lot. This headache lasted about a month. Pretty soon he had his head scanned. I had told mom the night before that if they had to take him to emory to check me out. I was in school and they called me down to get checked out it was during second period. I went down to the office and I was scared to death. I had knew about the first round of cancer but didn’t have a clue what was going on. All they told me was that my uncle was going to get me. They had called mom before she had a chance to get him in the house. He had fell outside it was raining and they were muddy. We had to take a “road trip” to emory. I didn’t know it at the time but I was going to be out of school for two weeks. We got down there and pretty soon we discovered he had brain cancer. He was soon put in a nero icu. We didn’t know it but he had two tumors in his brain. Also his fluid in his brain wasn’t draining right. Talk about bad huh? You bet it was bad. He soon had to have a hole drilled in his head and a tube put in. You know so the fluid could be drained. This was a pretty frustrating. He wasn’t allowed to get out of bed. This drove him insane. You see he had a tube in his bladder also. This made him fell like he had to pee all the time. That drove me and mom crazy because he tried to get up and out of bed all the time. He even cussed my uncle out one time. There was a couple of times when He made mom so mad that we had to leave him at Emory by himself and go home. There was even one time and now this scared me too when he was in his room alone and got up and fell. I was surprised that the tube in his brain didn’t come out of it. There is a couple of things to understand. When mom got mad it was only because we had been down there so long and we didn’t even know what to expect or how to deal. The second thing to understand is that he really didn’t have a clue what he was into or even doing. You know how he had those two tumors in his brain. Well they were about 60% of the problem. The other 40% goes to the medication he was on at the time to help him through this. Pretty soon he had surgery to remove just one of the tumors. You see there was oen tumor that was on top of his brain that they couldn’t do anything with. One thing I missed during this time was helping at the special Olympics. Which I had really wanted to do, however I couldn’t leave dad down there with him going through all that. Looking back im glad I didn’t leave him, Because of what would happen two short weeks after we got back and through dealing with that. Ok so I had been back to school for two weeks. On Wednesday, September 24 at about 4:30 that morning moms smoke alarm went off. My mom came through my room and went to my dad’s room first. When she had realized what was happening she came and got me. I was still confused but she had told me I needed to get out. So I ran through the smoke which was half down from the ceiling. I stood by the porch and my dad came out screaming “call 911,Call 911”. Little did I know he had tried to put the fire out himself. My mom had went back through the smoke in my room and her room and got her cell phone. As my mom was coming out dad was trying to go back in and my mom had to drag him out herself and I mean boy flames were chasing them out our front door. So she had this idea we should get in the car. There were two problems with that. The first is that she didn’t have her keys. The second was that it was right next to our gas tank. I was watching the fire. That’s when she said we need to get out because this gas tank could explode. We had got a safe distance away when the house started to blow. You see my dad had oxygen tanks and they were what blown. We called 911 when we was in the car. We got to our mailbox and mom called my uncle who was down there in no time. As he got down there what I thought was a fire truck blew past us and me and my mom were trying to flag them down. My uncle took my dad up to his house and mom decided we had better move to the store across from where we live. The paramedics arrived and they checked pot dad first. Then they had to treat me for smoke in my lungs. Also I had so much going through me and I hadn’t ate so I ate and they also gave me oxygen and I felt better. You know everything happened that would have after someone lost their home. Family and friends came up to my uncles house and they helped a little bit. Just 4 days after we lost our home. Well it was a Sunday and he told us call 911. He technally died at my uncles but he wasn’t pronounced dead until we got to the hospital. Family (from his and my mom’s) and some of our friends came up and helped us at the hospital. He was eventually taken to the funeral home. I broke down and cried after seeing a slide show of his pictures with the song “when I get where im going” playing. I cried on mom’s shoulder this woman who im good friends with her daughters was right there beside me. She is like a 2^nd mom too me. I had friends to help me through it. Two of my friends

came to the funeral and that made me feel good. I didn’t cry during his funeral the only time I cried was during that slide show that one time. Well this is the story of the past two years and what I went through and felt during it. Thanks to my friends for their help in getting me through this.

My Glog

nbacklover — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 17:54:29 +0000

http://jg17.glogster.com/profile/

A Poem About Me

nbacklover — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 16:31:25 +0000

Jamie

Tall,Smart,Loving,Caring

son of becky

who loves music,friends, and travel

who is afraid of snakes,heights, and losing the ones he loves

who wants to see peace,the world, and true love

resident of two small towns

Gaddis