There are some people I know that are Vegeples (as in vegetable and people). When I think of them, I think of a certain fruit or vegetable. I can make interesting comparisons, here are a few:
When I think of my brother I think of a peach. Peaches are fat, squishy and messy. My brother is a chubby cheeked happy little boy. He can be messy (especially when eating spaghetti) and he himself enjoys peaches.
Mr. Patton reminds me of a watermelon. He is tough on the outside but however, he is softhearted and kind on the inside. Watermelons have a hard green rind, but have a soft inside.
All my best friends and I remind me of grapes. Always together and ready to help. Grapes are bunched together on their vine. Always together, always there.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Made in America
There are many things made around the world, but should be made in America. It reflects America's laziness and lack of spirit. One of the most unusual things made outside of America is the American Flag.
Why is the American flag made in China? This is totally CRAZY! It makes no sense. America should at least have ownership of its own flag! We seriously have to ship flags ALL the way from China? Isn't that a waste of money and time? I understand that China has cheap labor but, America could possibly employ more people to make flags. Right?
Why is the American flag made in China? This is totally CRAZY! It makes no sense. America should at least have ownership of its own flag! We seriously have to ship flags ALL the way from China? Isn't that a waste of money and time? I understand that China has cheap labor but, America could possibly employ more people to make flags. Right?
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Dreams
I have a fear of airplanes, especially if they need to take me overseas. I am always afraid the airplane will drop into the sea or crash into a building. But I do enjoy airports, with their conveyer belts and escalators.
One day I was waiting in an extremely long line at the airport in Philadelphia. My destination is Italy. Finally, my flight was here and I boarded the plane. After takeoff we headed toward the Atlantic Ocean. After midway the pilot announced that the airplane was out of gasoline, we were going to crash. I freaked out, gathering all my belongings and putting on my life vest. I lined up by the opened airplane door. But peculiarly instead of nosediving the airplane gradually started rising. I was the closest to the door and was swept out by the wind. I didn't have a parachute, and gravity pulled at the velocity of 199 miles an hour. I plummeted down, down, down, down...
However I woke up before I plunged into the sea. I wonder what would have happened if I didn't wake up. Would I be eaten by a shark? Would I drown? Would I be lashed at by a Manta Ray? WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?
One day I was waiting in an extremely long line at the airport in Philadelphia. My destination is Italy. Finally, my flight was here and I boarded the plane. After takeoff we headed toward the Atlantic Ocean. After midway the pilot announced that the airplane was out of gasoline, we were going to crash. I freaked out, gathering all my belongings and putting on my life vest. I lined up by the opened airplane door. But peculiarly instead of nosediving the airplane gradually started rising. I was the closest to the door and was swept out by the wind. I didn't have a parachute, and gravity pulled at the velocity of 199 miles an hour. I plummeted down, down, down, down...
However I woke up before I plunged into the sea. I wonder what would have happened if I didn't wake up. Would I be eaten by a shark? Would I drown? Would I be lashed at by a Manta Ray? WHAT WOULD HAPPEN?