Barky bark bark every one...scuse me. I mean hello everyone, Im Seth Simpson's dog. But most of you know me as Daisy Mae. Im a little white maltese who is stuck in a house and only goes outside to potty. Which just so happens to be three times a day and I just get thrown out into the lawn and snapped at. Guess its bette than my last owner who just drug me outside on a leash and pretended I was dead. I can't remember his name though but I'm pretty sure its the name on my collar. Erik Kirkpatrick I believe is what it says. Crazy. I know.

But anyways my normal days consist of patrolling the streets from behind a window purched on top of my couch. Around 11:00 or so the young lad Seth comes home and disappears in that room with the big white water bowl. Its weird though because he sits on it and doesn't drink out of it. Oh well. After my master has left I assume my position in my roost and wait for the mailman to walk by so I can scare him with my ferocious "bark bark." And yes, he gets scared. Around 12:30 or so my mother figure comes home to let me go potty potty outside, only to come right back in. Then the worst part comes. She leaves and I'm stuck inside for hours upon hours waiting for someone to come home. Its awful having to hold my, Umm my, you know, my potty inside so I usually can sneak back into Seth's room to take a dump under his desk. Maybe tinkle a tad too. Then, every evening I just turn by body around on the couch and watch some guy named Hannity on the picture box with my father figure. Welp, that seems about it. Its bed time now so ill hit yall up later. Thanks for visiting my crib, now get out here for I hafta bark.

Wow, I definately believe someone who has done so much for his/her country should be more widely recognized at the time of his/her death. The main difference people see in celebrities such as Michael Jackson or Tiger Woods, is that they are world renowned. People know them all over the world for what they have done. But that doesn't mean that a war hero should only be known by his family and fellow veterans.

Celebrity attention on the other hand is always going to be how it is today; blown up to make everyone think they are the sweetest, hottest, best people that ever walked the earth. The media posts always let us know who's dating who, and who had a baby with someone else's daddy and whatever else. The number one reason; money. If they can make just one more dollar off something else they come up with, they will keep on doing it till it stops working.

Retired Marine Col. John Ripley, who was credited with stopping a column of North Vietnamese tanks by blowing up a pair of bridges during the 1972 Easter Offensive of the Vietnam War, died at home at age 69, friends and relatives said Sunday. Ripley's son, Stephen Ripley, said his father was found at his Annapolis home Saturday after missing a speaking engagement on Friday. The son said the cause of death had not been determined but it appeared his father died in his sleep.

School School

it makes me drool

hard classes like math,

make me feel like a fool

first period second period third, fourth, fifth

the more I repeat, its all just a drift

good thing its real though

or I might get a sift,

for my birthday that is

homeboys and kids

cuz in math Im a wiz

Yet my grade says differentliz-ly

Sadly though the year is windin down,

we're all growin old in the worn out town,

last year of school and we be ready to leave,

the only thing left to do is roll out like thieves,

manes and manettes theres not much left to say,

I just layed down a fresh beat on this taradactile-like day,

I guess ima quit rappin so yall dont have to chatta,

Im done with it all cuz you know I got swagga

Peace up, A-town down

FUNNY JOKE:)

MAD MAKER!!!

I would walk my little tail down to big old Bank of America and show them the real strong arm of the law: THE END OF MY DOUBLE BARREL SHOTGUN!!! YES SIR!!! Then I'd sue:)

ROOOOOAAAAADDDDD TRIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!

Once I left my hometown of Childress, Tx, I would jump in the Mazda and head north on a 24 hour, 1542 mile trek to Washington D.C. While In D.C., I will make a stop at all the attractions. Three in particular: the Washington Monument, The Smithsonian Institution, and The Lincoln Memorial.
After leaving D.C., I would then drive to South Dakota to see the famous "Mount Rushmore."

After seeing these rock heads, I would jump in the Mazda and make my next

commute to Nevada where I would stop at the Hoover Dam. There, I would gaze at the lands aroundeth me in awh. After taking a thorough tour of the facility, I would then load back up and head to my final destination: ca ca ca California. (not very far from the Hoover Dam)

Arriving at the beach immediately, I would slam the car in park, jump out, strip down while sprinting towards the water, unfold my packable boogie board, and quickly absorb the sun as I slap onto the water. Yea, thats nice:) Anyways. After spending bout 3 weeks getting numerous tatoos and piercings I would finally pack up and drive the 17 hour, 1186 mile trek home. Once Arriving, I would sleep. For a long time.

PARENT DAY

18 Reasons I'm thankful for my parents.

Im thankful because...

1. They brought me into this world,

2. They love and care for me,

3. They give me shelter,

4. Feed me,

5. Clothe me,

6. Wash me,

7. Listen to me when I need someone to talk to,

8. Help me on homework,

9. Put gas in my car/truck,

10. Give me a haircut when its too shaggy,

11. Nurture my gentle body when I'm ill and bedridden,

12. Skip work for a day to come to school and sit in an awful classroom,

13. Give helpful advice in my love life,

14. Keep me out of trouble,

15. Cash my checks when I can't go to the bank,

16. Tuck me in bed,

17. Wake me up in the morning,

18. And say "I Love You" every day when I leave and come back:)

5 Reasons I'm thankful for my son.

I'm thankful because...

1. Seth loves his family.. especially his dad.

2. Seth loves God.

3. Seth is respectful of others.

4. Seth works had hard and is dedicated to bettering himself.

5. Seth is a pleasure to be around.

TEACHER TALE

Well...Every day I walk up and down the hall just as everyone else does. Passing the same people every day, not thinking anything about it. Also, just as everyone else does, I pass an individual who I have seen everyday since I started High School. At first, I didn't really know what to say if I were to confront him. Everyone told me he was kinda weird and smelled like smoke all the time. Well, it turns out only the second part was true. One day I decided to say "hi" to him. Walking to the bathroom I saw him in front of his doorway and I just said, "how ya doin Alvin?" He replied, "good, n you?" For a while thats all that was said. But as the hellos went on for a while, it seemed he didn't like kids too much, so I would say hey to him just about everyday. I have had a normal conversation with him a couple of times and it turns out, the so called "weird" janitor at school, is just the same as everyone else. Alvin showed me that he's just someone who walks and talks the same as the other people and kids in this school. He's shown how just a few words, even if there not put in a conversation, just a simple hi can change someone's day.

CHRISTMAS POEM

Christmas Christmas it SMELLS like trees,

You SEE a bunch of presents and fall on your knees,

HEARING bells and whistles as you walk through the town,

And TOUCH all the snow as it falls to the ground,

Lastly and mostly you do one more thing no?

You TASTE your girls lips under the mistletoe.