how im going to save the world (my little step)

this year iv decided to save the world in my own way. i was thinking about what i could do to save money but not be bored wile doing it. because its almost summer time, i have decided to stay outside as much as posiable. being outside i wont be using as much electricity as i would be if i was inside. by the end of the summer i wont only save money but i will also get more exercise and become healthier, not to mention i could get a nice little tan (but i like my pail skin so im going to use some sunblock).

heres an all natural sunblock you can make:

Things You'll Need:

• Olive Oil or Almond Oil
• Beeswax
• Zinc Oxide (found in most stores with the diaper rash treatment)

1. Step 1
   
   Olive Oil

   On low, heat 1 cup of Olive or Almond Oil. You can purchase either of these oils in grocery stores, discount chains, health food retailers, or online.

2. Step 2
   
   Beeswax

   Add 1 oz of crumbled beeswax to the heated oil. Continue on low until the wax melts completely. It is advised to visit a local bee keeper to harvest the wax. If one can not be located in your area, it can also be found in most craft stores in the candle making section or at health food stores.

3. Step 3

   Remove the mixture from the heat and immediately add 2 Tablespoons of the zinc oxide. Tubes can be purchased at most stores in the "diaper rash" treatment aisle. Mix thoroughly.

4. Step 4
   

   Pour the complete mixture into a sealable container. As it cools you may notice some separation of the ingredients. If this occurs you can shake to remix. If necessary you can set the container in a bowl of warm water to soften the mixture before shaking.

5. Step 5
   

   Apply as needed. Remember to eat foods that boost your body's natural sunscreen for added protection.

time magizine atrical by nancy gibbs (my out look)

after reading this article about the women raped in the military i became very infuriated! it just gos to show that woman are still looked at as sex toys and we are being stepped on and men just think they can walk all over us. i don't see how this happens in the first place, as a woman if this was to happen to me i would not stand for it, i would not be scared to be demoted either. i would kick some ass and teach them a thing of two!! woman have rights too, surprise surprise!! oh my goodness its a miracle! i know that might shock a few of you out there but its true there was a women's rights movement. I'm sick of women being looked at as some scared little rag doll the can be jumped easily and taken in for a mans pleasure. in this article there was a statement that says "what dose it tell us that female soldiers deployed overseas stop drinking water after 7 p.m. to reduce the odds of being raped if they have have to use the bathroom at night?" once i read that i started to think, we are to be so scared of being raped that we deprive ourselves form water so we are less likely to go pee in the middle of the night. i say that women start to pump some iron and have more self defeats classes and i say that all men accused and found guilty get a full punishment, a brutal, horrifying, painful punishment!! AND!! if a women come forward to admit that a fellow soldier has raped her she SHOULDN'T be demoted and ashamed for telling the truth, she should be honed for having the guts and tell the truth, NOT SHUSHED!

todays assiment

William
who is long gone, historic, and rotting in the ground
who if from the time of diversity and judgment
who loved to sit inside his mind and create wonderful poems and plays
who felt free and proud with his work
who needed to change the world even if he didnt mean too
who gives us all inspiration
who feared the chances of death
who would have loved to see how we still read his work today
who shares with us his life everyday
who was born in 1564
who died in 1616 on the day of his birthday
annance

10 years later and nothing looks the same (hook)

with the orange and blue flames rising from the coal behind the glass, the house is quite and no ones home after last nights fight, its no surprise. this house wasn't ment to be a war zone. wasn't it built to be a home? all the anger, all the hate, its all in my blood; squeezing my eyes shut i force all my hate tainted blood to my hands and they pulsate with anger and i run to my room and slam the world shut behind me. digging throu the mass of broken objects iv recently throne at my wall my hands find a large sheet of clear plastic, i frantically cover my walls and drag out my paint box covered with years angry paint. in the darkness of my closet, safe from the world, i find my beautiful pure canvases and easel. my hands shake in anticipation as i quickly thro up my easel and softly place my canvases on its ledge, with a sigh of calmness at its sight i pick up my brush and close my eyes replaying the fight in my mind, the anger cascades back to my hands and i'm forsed to atack its white surface with all the colors on my palette. my heart pounds as the molded words scream in my ear, the blood rushing to my brain and bulging my eyes with salted tears and finaly my knees give out and i fall. on my floor i sit with my eyes shut and my ears left in peace. im scared that if i recognize my surroundings it will all return but i just sit, speechless, motionless, but my head throbs in pain. slowly i open my eyes and the sight of my arms is calming, the paint splashed up my arms and across my chest and legs, the colors makes me go into a trance and i rub my hands together to feel it squish between my fingers. my once pure canvases is now stained with beauty and anger. behind my door i can hear my mothers voice calling to me and everything starts to spin and i close my eyes but her voice gets louder and louder. the door swings open and so do my eyes. the once paint covered walls are now covered in a custard yellow floral print wallpaper and my belongings have vanished along with the paint that was resting on my arms. im back to my own realty, far from my past

10years later

every year had a new experiance, wher i live, what i am doing, who i see, the people i meet, the place i go, all different and all so intressting. when i was in high school my english teacher asked me where i saw my self in ten years and i have to say that i really didnt know what i would be doing with my life, actuly i didnt even know what i would be doing the next day let alone ten years later, but that was the day i really started to think about my futcher. so i went to college for art and became an art teacher and left the states and explored the world, when i got back to the states i went to cosmotolagy school and now word as a high school art teacher and im a make up artis for the decised at the local morgs at night.

i am a seeker!

after reading the article "doughnut hole country" i decided that i am a seeker. i don't want to stay in Maine forever, i want to see the world and find my place. i don't have any plans to return to main full time, i will visit of course, but i want a life somewhere different. when ever i talk to someone online,from some other country of state, i wonder what there life must be like where they live. i want to know what its like to live in all around the world; Japan, London, Egypt, Amsterdam. i wan t to experience it all!
i have nothing against my small town, i love it very much but it not me. i don't have "plans" or "goals" i have ideas for my future. so far my idea is to go to a college in Chicago then after that... who know. maybe ill go to France, i do want to back pack over Europe, and who knows what ill find there, maybe ill be there for a long time maybe ill only be there for a short wile. i don't know, all i do know is i want to see the world and know whats really out there. seeing it for my self will make me believe that the world is more then what i have seen so far, i need to see it all. i need to feel free.