The furniture, carpet, curtains, and tile give of such a retro feeling, like you have entered the Brady Bunchs home. With a huge ball of happiness building up in your stomach, you begin to open all the doors in the cabin, revealing what each room has to offer. The layout of the cabin seems very confusing, you cant open certain doors unless the one next to it is closed, and there are two bathrooms right next to each other. As you continue to explore the wondrous cabin, you come across a small kitchen that has food left behind from pervious visits. The whole feel of the kitchen is not like the one you have at your house, it has a much more friendly feel to it, as if its begging to be used. It blends in with the tone of the rest of the cabin, sort of very used, but stuffed with a gargantuan amount of character. The whole house just has a certain feel to it that welcomes you kick back and relax…
Most of which still take up all my free time. Being located in the mountains I can just walk out of my backdoor and begin a hike. Prior to the cabin I couldn't figure out why people would just hike and walk for no reason. It took one little hike to change my entire thought process. On my very first one I saw deer, elk, squirrels and countless beautiful birds. I saw a creek surrounded by luscious flowers of all colors and thorny berry bushes. Falling in love with the outdoors, my brother and I took it a step further and decided to try out camping. Starting in the back yard sleeping near the house with wifi, we slowly transitioned into hiking miles away with our entire camp on our backs. You can say we got addicted to camping fairly quickly. Recently we began fishing, my absolute favorite activity to date. It only takes a quick hour long drive along one of northern Arizona’s beautiful highways to get to our fishing hole. Surrounded by huge boulders and and the flowing verde river, we found the perfect spot to fish and take in the immaculate…
It’s the table, where you sat with your parents, cracking algebraic code and discussing theology. It’s the pillow that soaked-up tears from broken friendships and silenced 3AM laughter. It’s the metal griddle, where you learned about your great grandparents while making traditional Norwegian food. A house is more than just a building, but a place filled with memories, a place that…
We rented a secluded cabin in the Gatlinburg, TN as close to the top of the mountain as we could get for all the remarkable sights. We had never rented a cabin before and was not quite sure what to expect. It was a three story, old looking cabin, which it didn't look like three stories because it was built into the side of the mountain. From the outside it didn't look like much but when we opened the door, it took our breath away. The interior was all hardwood! As you walk through the door, you are in the old, fully furninshed with everything but food, country kitchen and dining area. Looking forward are two sets of stairs, one going up and one going down. The stairs going up went to two beautiful luxury suites, with a full bath including a jaccuzi tub in each and a balcony over looking the mountains. The stairs going down was the living area. In it included a pool table for the kids to enjoy, and a balcony with a hot tub for the "adults" to enjoy! It also contained a pull out sofa, large flat screen tv, love seat, full bathroom, and laundry room. It was so beautiful on the inside, we had to pinch ourselves…
The war on drugs whether wrong, right, or indifferent, has yielded a plethora of life changing outcomes for many United States citizens. Both the plaintiff and the defendant have their own side of the dispute, and yet somehow the plaintiff in the non-stop ‘cash grab’ that’s so conveniently nicknamed the “War on Drugs” gets the benefit of zero-tolerance, or minimum sentencing. In most cases the defendants simply are doomed from the beginning due to horrible living conditions and lack of jobs in the area. Coupled with police brutality and prejudice pointed toward the African-American community as a whole, it should come as no surprise that in 2011 there were more African-Americans in prison or “under the watch” of the justice system than were enslaved in the United States in 1850. This is not any more a war on drugs than the Iraqi Conflict was a war on the seizure of weapons of mass destruction.…
The House I Live In was an amazing documentary. I was saddened to hear Nannie's story and the stories of others that I witnessed in the film. I was blown away by how much the war on drugs is really a war on blacks more than anything else. It disgusted me to see the stereotyping of blacks by police officers under the guise of "probable cause." The police aren't about doing real police work, only placing cuffs on blacks and low-income civilians and sending them to jail.…
There is no place like mi casa. After a long day of school or a tiring session of work, the one place I can surely count on is home. Deep in the outskirts of Miami Gardens, this relaxing getaway destination awaits. While not the fanciest nor extravagant, my house is a convenient three bedroom apartment in the residency of Walden Pond. The building is beige with firebrick red stairs and a faded grey roof. The stairs are firm, and have rust stains due to weathering. Walking into the apartment, the aroma of Glade air freshener greets you before the people do. The walls are an orange-brown color, and immediately upon entry there are plaques and awards for my siblings showing their accomplishments in school. A glass table with flowery boutique sits…
We drove over the tall, intense swells of Lake Pontchartrain on the longest bridge in the United States, to get to our new humble abode in Madisonville, LA. As we pulled into our new subdivision filled with forest, wildlife, and ponds, I began to think of all the new and excited possibilities I had in store for me. My new house was an updated, beige stucco, one story with a bonus room above the garage. The bonus room was my new room; painted light, sky blue with one big window on the wall and the roof going to a point at the top. I had customized my new room to make it fit my outgoing, bright personality with printed pictures of my friends and I and white sparkling Christmas lights on the left wall and my initials in wood on the right wall. The downstairs is spacious with a black tile fireplace in the left hand corner of the living room which ran into the black granite kitchen. There was two bedrooms facing each other with a bathroom in the middle of them on the right side of my house. On the left side of the house was my parents cozy bedroom across from the soft beige carpet stairs leading up to my room. I knew from the point of unloading the boxes that this was a start to a brand new life in the nine eight…
While I was growing up I spent more time in this house, than I did the house that I actually lived in. My older brother and sister, and I, all spent our weekends at this house. We would go there to swim in the pool that use to be in the backyard, we would go there to spend time with our cousins that also spent their weekends there. We went there to spend time with our grandparents.…
The kitchen holds a lot of memories in our lives. From the time our parents nested us a home, mother and father had cooked or dined with the family in the kitchen.…
MAT 012 Emporium Pacing Chart: Fall 201316 weeks | WEEK | Video, Workbook, Homework | Quizzes/TESTS | Due Date | Week 1 | Orientation &Topics 1.1 – 1.12 | Mini-Mod Quiz 1 | At midnight before next week’s class | Week 2 | Topics 2.1 – 2.7 | Mini-Mod Quiz 2 | At midnight before next week’s class |…
The morning air was crisp and clean. The lake in Minnesota is calm and placid. The putt-putt of the motor on the boat, and the mournful cry of the loons are the only sounds breaking the quiet. I put the minnow on the hook and cast the line .The bait flies across the lake and my hook falls next to the boat. My first time using live bait did not go so well. The next cast my Uncle Mike did for me and needless to say it was much better. The Northern Pike I caught on that cast wrapped around the anchor, and we finally had to bring the motor out of the water to net it. It was 22 inches long and got my picture in the paper that day. This is one of many memories that make my grandparents’ cabin so special to me.…
In the short story “My Parent’s Bedroom” by Uwem Akpan, the country of Rwanda is having a civil war between the Hutus and Tutsis, the primary trying to eradicate the latter. The Hutus force Papa to kill Maman, which she convinces him that it was only solution. However, it wasn’t the best choice in his family’s situation. The Wizard and the Hutus arrive to ensure that Papa slays his Tutsi spouse, Maman. Papa murders her to please the crowd, “If you let any Tutsi live, you’re dead. And then they begin to leave, some patting him on the back,” (27). I find this to be the only major decision made in the story because it severs the whole family’s connection with one another, and especially leaves Monique traumatized. There were few consequences,…
My bedroom is the most important place in my house. The reason my bedroom is so important to me is because my room holds all of my personal belongings, which are very important to me. Even my dog Fiona knows she’s not supposed to go in my room. When the door is open, she just stares at me but never goes inside. The way my room is set up is a little messy, but it’s the way I like it. Last summer I worked cleaning foreclosed homes and sometimes we would go to these really nice houses and find a lot of nice stuff and keep. Most of it was garbage, but there were some houses where we would find great stuff. I love nice things as well as vintage antique objects. I feel like I’m hoarding all these nice things since we were able to bring anything we wanted.…
My kitchen is small. I am not a good cook so I do not need a large kitchen. In Malaysia, one does not really need to cook all the time since there are plenty of restaurants. My dream kitchen has a refrigerators it has also has a radio-CD player so that I can listen to music as I do my coking.…