oh doctor

   Last week my friend had surgery on her ear, for the second time. Over the last few years ears have become an increasing problem for teenagers. No this is no joke!  I know multiple people who have had to have surgery on their ears due to a hole developing in their eardrum. The only thing is that each person I know, has had to have the surgery multiple times to actually get it fixed.
   The friend who just recently got surgery was on her second round. The first time they had to remove a tumour which was growing on her eardrum and affecting her hearing. However, they were unable to cover up the hole that was developing, therefore she had to get the surgery for a second time. Next week she has to go back for a check up to ensure that the hole has really been covered.
    She is in extreme pain, and the problem might not even be fixed! The first time around was really bad, she was out of school for almost two weeks, and never left bed!  This time she had no choice but to come back to school, but she is still in severe pain. This surgery the doctors had to physically cut a hole in her head (behind the ear) and start the surgery from there. How crazy eh.
    Another friend has already had the surgery twice, and is going on to a third time in hopes of the hole being closed. The pain has not been nearly as bad for her, but it is such an inconvenience. She cannot participate in sports, she cannot swim for 2 months, and the hole might not even be closed again.


    The one thing I don't understand is that since this problem is becoming so popular, than why isn't the surgeries working? It may not be easy, but doctors see it more and more each day, and somehow the surgery they are performing which is lots of money, and lots of pain is not working for the patients. Is it better to just have that hole on your eardrum and risk going deaf in future years, or get the surgery multiple times and pray that it works for once?

Leave Me Be

Secretive.
                 Private.
                                Quiet.
                                            Alone.

I keep my life a secret. Important and meaningful things that happen—they are left for me to share. But chances are I will not share.
I am very private. My feelings are for me only; my thoughts are for me only. My experiences are left for me to ponder. Push me enough and I might break and spill, but chances are I will not share.
I keep my voice quiet, for very few to hear. My opinion is my own; my voice is too small to be heard, not that I mind. My words are left for me to speak up when needed; when important. But chances are I will go unheard.
I am alone in many ways, though I am not. I prefer the time for me to think-- to keep my secrets free of questioning. I am surrounded by those who love me, but I remain alone. I do speak to some when in times of need. But chances are I am on my own.

So leave me be and I may come, but chances are it will take a while. My trust is hard to earn from most, and once it's broken it's lost for good. My walls will break down, when it comes time, but until then do not pry.

Colder Weather- Zac Brown Band

She'd trade Colorado if he'd take her with him
Closes the door before the winter lets the cold in,
And wonders if her love is strong enough to make him stay,
She's answered by the tail lights
Shining through the window pane

He said I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Can I call you then
She said you're ramblin' man
You ain't ever gonna change
You gotta gypsy soul to blame
And you were born for leavin'

At a truck stop diner just outside of Lincoln,
The night is black as the coffee he was drinkin',
And in the waitress' eyes he sees the same 'ol light shinin',
He thinks of Colorado
And the girl he left behind him

He said I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Can I call you then
She said you're ramblin' man
You ain't ever gonna change
Got a gypsy soul to blame
And you were born for leavin'(born for leavin')

Well it's a winding road
When your in the lost and found
You're a lover I'm a runner
We go 'round 'n 'round
And I love you but I leave you
I don't want you but I need you
You know it's you who calls me back here

Oh I wanna see you again
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better
Can I call you then
Cause I'm a ramblin' man
I ain't ever gonna change
I gotta gypsy soul
And I was born for leavin' (born for leavin')

And when I close my eyes I see you
No matter where I am
I can smell your perfume through these whispering pines
I'm with your ghost again
It's a shame about the weather
I know soon we'll be together
And I can't wait till then
I can't wait till then

    I just recently started listening to this song, and I fell in love. At first you aren't entirely sure what the song is about. There are many things that the writer could have been trying to get at. I think this song is about a man who can't/doesn't know how to love/commit/settle. He is a wandering unsettled soul- ".. in the lost and found. You're a lover I'm a runner. I love you but I leave you"

    He loves the idea of being with her "when I close my eyes I see you no matter where I am.. I know soon we'll be together" but he is unwilling/unable to let go of his freedom; he keeps telling her "i want to see you again but I'm stuck in colder weather." Although he cannot commit, he doesn't want to let go of her. For her its a battle between emotion and logic. She says "you ain't ever gonna change, you've got a gypsy soul to blame, you were born for leaving" yet she keeps holding on to the hope that her love may change him "wonders if her love is strong enough to make him stay."
    I feel that he than begins talking about the future, and how this girl he sings about is dead."I'm with your ghost again, I know soon we'll be together." It sounds as though she has passed away, and he is singing about how he always neglected his feelings for her, but now that she is gone, he can't wait to see her again some day, but that day won't come until his "rambling soul" finds it's way back to her.

The Killing of James Hayward.

    In 2003, Kim Walker was accused of the murder of his daughters then-boyfriend, James Hayward. In 2007, he was convicted of second degree murder, but an appeal in 2010 led to a retrial as there was thought of an error in his profile. After three days of trial, the jury found Walker guilty of manslaughter. In the 2003 trial, he was guilty of second-degree murder.
    Walker's daughter, Jadah (16) was living with Hayward (24) in Yorkton. He told the jury that he feared for his daughters life as she had started doing drugs when she moved in with Hayward. Walker stated that he had visited police and school counsellors seeking help for his daughter.
    Walker had been in prison for 3 1/2 years after the trial in 2003, but was released when the calling for a new trial was requested. Being guilty of manslaughter leads him to prison for minimum of 4 years, however, his lawyer is going to fight this as Walker has already been serving for nearly four years.
    During the trial in 2003, Walker petitioned to have his daughter sent to a psychiatric ward for 3 days. Jadah's weight had decreased from 135 to 95 since she had been living with Hayward. The day that Jadah was released from the ward, she went straight back to Hayward's house. That day was also the day that Walker murdered Hayward.
    Walker told the jury that Hayward had threatened him and his family multiple times. Jadah even testified during the trial and stated that Hayward was a bad influence. He used and sold drugs, and injected her with morphine. She also admitted that Hayward had previously threatened her parents, and told Jadah herself that "for $3000 you can get rid of somebody."
    Walker showed up at Hayward's home the day of the shooting, begging his daughter to come back home. Hayward started fiercely yelling at Walker and telling him to get out of the house. That was when Walker pulled the loaded gun and shot Hayward 5 times, killing Hayward.

Kim Walker with his wife to the right, and his daughter Jadah behind.

Cool Pictures

Tsunami about to hit

911

Notice anything interesting about this apple?

World's biggest snowman!

Fascinating iceberg

Aren't these cool shoes?

six word memoirs

- I am a ginger; and loving it

- smile: always   laugh: loud    live: life

- baby girl living on the edge

- gingers will take over the world

- love brings beauty to everyone-- everywhere

Help Find BOB!!!

0 to 200 in 6 seconds

Bob was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife was really mad.

She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE THERE!!"

The next morning he got up early and left for work. When his wife woke up, she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway.

Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought the box back in the house.

She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.

Bob has been missing since Friday....

Jessie J

   The new pop singer of 2011, Jessie J is bound for success! With only two singles released and one CD she has already won awards! She was born in Redbridge, London on March 26, 1988. When Jessie was 17 she joined a girl group, but she knew her talent could go farther. Soon after, she signed as a solo artist to Gut Records. Unfortunately, the record company went bankrupt before she was able to release her album.. but that didn't stop her!
    When Jessie was 11, she was kicked out of the choir at her school for being TOO loud. The parents of the other children were concerned that she was too good, so she was kicked out! Jessie was also diagnosed with an irregular heart beat when she was 11 years old.  She had wires put in her shoulder, groin and heart to try and zap it to a normal rhythm. But at the age of 18, she suffered from a minor stroke. Jessie says that having poor health has made her realize that she can't take anything for granted. She may seem like the crazy party girl who does whatever she wants.. but really she stays away from drugs and alcohol because of her poor health.
    After her let down with the record company she turned to song writing and got a contract with Sony ATV. She wrote songs for Rihanna, Justin Timberlake, Christina Aguilera, Miley Cyrus and Alicia Keys. You guys know that song "Party in the USA," that is Jessie J's song!!
    Jessie was so desperate to show people that she could sing that she would sing in the subway. She would take her boom box down in the subway and sing her songs for those who are riding. Her voice is so powerful and her music is inspiring!
    She finally got a record deal with Island Records and began her debut album, "Who You Are." Her first single "Do It Like a Dude" (which was written for Rihanna.. but she decided to keep it for herself) went to number two on the charts, along with her number one hit single "Price Tag."
    If you haven't heard Jessie J, check out her singles "Do It Like a Dude" and "Price Tag." and if you want more Jessie J check out her debut CD "Who You Are."

I posted song lyrics and a link to watch her perform in the subway. It is my favourite song on the album "Who You Are"

Who You Are

I stare at my reflection in the mirror...
Why am I doing this to myself?
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf ...
"no,no, no, no..."

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay...
Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mould , yeah!
The more I try the less it's working yeah yeah yeah
Cause everything inside me screams, "no,no,no,no..."

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay

Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart.
But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
There's nothing wrong with who you are!

Yes, no, egos
Fake shows like woah
Just go, and leave me alone
Real talk real life
Good love goodnight
With a smile that's my home
That's my home

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay
Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are
Who you are

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_pnFhFjNtY

basketball

            I am taken down the court. Bounce after bounce. Hitting the ground over and over again, but it doesn’t hurt. It is power, it is love. I sit in your hands, waiting for someone to be passed to. The power I bring you when you are holding me. Everyone relies on you to not mess up—everyone relies on you to get me in the net. Every person on the opposing team is watching your every move, my every move. I have been passed to someone else. Attention has moved to another player—you’re no longer in the spotlight, but I always remain in the light. It’s a team sport; you have to share the limelight, but I am selfish.

A pass goes into the key, the ball is caught. I watch and wait, hoping someone will use me to get a point. She turns, but her check is standing right in front of her—blocking her from taking a shot on me. I strive for that shot, that bounce off of me. She jabs right, her check falls for the fake, I am going to be used, and oh how I have missed it. The ball echo’s as it hits me. My square target point you look for every time you go for a layup. If you hit my square in just the right spot, at just the right speed, you’ve made me happy. The ball drops slowly into my mesh, falling through my hoop. Two points. You leave the ball there, bouncing on the ground—waiting for someone to pick it up. You leave me alone, to go score on my opponent. I will miss you until you come back.

I am no longer yours; I am now in the hands of the other team. Your job is to fight for me-- get me back. The most dangerous part of this sport is when I am not in your control. Defense—quick feet, aware eyes, ready to pounce for me.

Defend me as if I am your life. The adrenaline that follows a stuff, or a steal. The quickness that follows that. The whole team runs as fast as they can down the court, hoping to put my body to use, hoping to score once again into my lonely mesh. Their basket is no longer in danger, it is me that is in danger—but I strive for that attention. You left your basket, undefended, unprotected, and all alone, but for me I am attended.

And after that hour and half, both teams leave. One a winner, one a loser. A hard fought game that has come to an end. You leave me—a poor orange rubber ball alone, for I am no longer a use for you at this time. I am put away, no more control, no more attention, just loneliness as I wait for my next opponents to fight for me.

And I am left to hang, no one to protect me, no one to score on me. No need for anyone to protect me at this time. For I am like the ball, in order for me to be loved, the ball must be too. I dangle there, waiting for the ball to hit my square. Waiting for the sensation of the ball when it falls through my mesh—waiting to defeat my opponent hanging on the other side of the gym.

Everyone is left waiting—the players, the circular rubber ball, and the plastic backboard. All left to be, until the next game comes. Until those players decide they miss the ball and net. Until they realize they miss the spotlight, and the power. Until then, everything is left alone to rest.