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My Last Day of ENG. 101

2005-05-13T08:09:00.000-04:00

Well today is a kind of sad day because ENG. 101 has been fun for me. From my late teen years I took an interest in writing. I used to write poetry and stories of my surroundings of where I was sitting and what I saw. This was a lot of fun and comforting to my mind. I once wrote a poem about what I thought love was and what it meant to me. This was a very well written poem and probally could have been published. My feeling is that it may very well have been published with someone else getting the credit. I can live with that, but a dispise the thought that it may have been lost. When I discovered that I no longer was in possetion of it and went asking questions of where it was alls I got was so and so must have it. I would have rewritten it but I would not have been able to rewrite it word for word and therefore it would not have been the same. I've enjoyed the time writing and wish I'd had more time to do so but here at school has been my only chance to use a computer so writing time has had its limitations. I agree whith you John on the fact that I do do a better job when I feel I can just write freely and I don't feel I'm under the gun. Well hopefully I will continue to write in my spare time because it is an excellent way to release your feelings and if there written down then you always have a way to recall if it needs to be. I only wish that years ago I had made a duplicate copy of that poem I do believe it was that good and so did my English teacher at the time. The English teacher may have been the one that ended up with it anyway. John I've sincerely enjoyed the class and the help that you've given me. From my personal experience if students don't make it in this class they have no one to blame but themselves. Your style of teaching is fantastic and you show great concern for your students success in class. If a student fails its because the student isn't concerned enough to want to succeed. I only wish that when I was young I had been pushed in the education field rather then pushed to the work force. Young people don't seem to understand that their parents have a very good knowledge of how important it is to educate yourself as much as you can. Perhaps this is so because a lot of parents of today want to give as much to their childen as possible with out teaching them that in the adult years comes responsibility and respect. If one doesn't respect themselves it is very difficult to respect others. I feel that children of today are given things that are material because of the fast pace of life and the children yearn for attention and affection not so much the material things that are bought. To me the family life has broken down because of the pressures of money and materialism. All should remember that personal love is the greatest gift you can give a child and it is a far greater gift then anything material.Well John the pleasure has been all mine and I will miss this class. Best wishes to you and thank-you again for all your help and support or I may have failed the class. HAVE A GREAT SUMMER!!

Course Evaluation

2005-05-06T08:17:00.000-04:00

I've certainly enjoyed this course. The only regrets I have are, I couldn't spend more time writing, that I'm not that good on the keyboard, and that class time is short. I've learned about intro and outtro and the structure of a five paragrgh essay and enjoyed emencilly the times I've been able to write. As you know John I'm not that good under pressure. When I'm just laid back is when my mind is free and I'm able to really think is when I'm best able to write. I've enjoyed your teaching style a lot and not only have I learned about writing but the help you've given me on this modern invention called a computer has been greatly appreciated. The blog at times has damn near sent me over the edge a few times but with your understanding everything has seemed to work out just fine. I'm not trying to be a suckass here I'm just telling you how I truely feel. Who knows maybe if I'd taken school more seriously when I was young I may have been a writer. When I was in the fifth grade I had a small story I'd written about Super Chicken publised in the Bucksport Free Press because my teacher thought that it was so good.

Prompt # 61 Week 14

2005-05-04T10:35:00.000-04:00

For many years I've heard it and said it myself so many times the words sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Now I hear it and cringe because of what I see happening to our young people. Yes I've done my share of endulging in drugs but you would never hear me telling a young person that I think that it's a good thing. I've gotten into arguments when I've heard a friend or anyone else say that smoking pot doesn't harm you. My first thought is that for a person to think that way the drug has already effected their ability to have a little common sense. All a person has to do is clean a pipe that has had pot smoked in it or look at the end of a joint being smoked and can anyone with a reasonable ability to think say that the resin you see doesn't hurt the lungs. I'm sure as hell no geneious but I certainly wouldn't dare tell anyone that that shit isn't harmful. The drug culture of today is alot worse then when I was young. This oxy-cotin shit is bad and anyone caught selling it to our youth should be put away for sometime. I've also learned that sex should not be an experience with just anyone for the sake of having sex. Sex should be with someone that you love and are willing to spend the rest of your life with.
As for rock and roll I like it but alot of the music that is out there today I think is detramentel to our youth and anyone else who listens to us. As I write this I'm wondering if I had known of how the drug culture of today would be would I have gotten involved with drugs when I was young. And I get pissed off that there isn't a whole lot said about alcohol and seems to be an accepted thing. My personal oppinion on that is that alcohol is just as bad if not worse then pot. I would much rather be around an individual that has a buzz on from weed than be around an inebriated individule making an ass of themselves. I'm talking from personal experience here.

Prompt # 60 Week 13

2005-05-04T10:03:00.000-04:00

I remember the first time I heard we are gathered here today to remember. I was around fourteen years old and one of my best friends got killed in a car accident in Searsport. Randy had gone to Portland to spend sometime with his dad. Randy's mom and dad had been divorced for years and both had remarried. Randy never excepted either step parent. Randy grew up in Bucksport living with his mom and stepdad. During school vacations and summer breaks he would go and spend time with his father.
This summer his dad and stepmom were going to take a trip and go to the World's Fair that was in Canada that year and wanted him to go but Randy declinde and elected to stay at home with bad intentions that had only death as the final outcome. One late evening or early morning Randy hotwired one of his father's cars and decided he would come back to Bucksport. A cop in Searsport noticed a car that was swerving in the road and decided to pull it over and check the driver out. I guess Randy saw the blues flashing and panicked and made a decission to try and out run the cop. This decission cost Randy his life as he wound up crashing the car and ending his life on earth. His death was most difficult for me to handle and I was quite upset from the tradgedy of losing someone that your close to.

Prompt # 55 Week 12

2005-05-04T09:32:00.000-04:00

Love at first sight is a very interesting thought. Is it love at first sight or actually infactuation. I question the love at first sight bit. How can you really love someone just by sight. For myself I may be attracted to the beauty of the outter being but if I haven't met their inner being how can it be love. I think that is why marrigages fail early on because people fall for the outter apearence and haven't got to know the inner being of a person to really know rather or not that true love really is possible with that person. To me love is a very special feeling and I don't take love litely. Love is having a special feeling for someone of the opposite gender and a willingness to be with that person no matter what. As the vows go for better or worst, richer or poorer, and in sickness and good health till death do us part. This is what love truely is meant to be between a man and a woman. So I ask is there really love at first sight? I conclude by saying that it is not an impossibility if two people really have an understanding of what love consist of.

Spring Freestyle # 10

2005-05-04T08:01:00.000-04:00

It is spring time and it's a good sign. I wake in the morning to the sound and song of the singing birds. This is truely the way to wake up because for me I love to here the different songs that each variety of bird has. My favorite though is that of the cardinal. Their song is so unquie and you certainly know that it is a cardinal when you here it. My thought is are they singing or communicating to each other or even communicating with the other speicies of birds? From my personal observation each speicies lets the other know of any possible danger that may be near. I'll hear them and then all of a sudden a silence will come about and then when they feel the danger has passed I hear them start their singing again.
I've noticed that some varieties of flowers are bursting through the soil to open up and reach out to the warming sun above. For myself this truely is the sign of spring. From here on more and more beauty will follow as each variety of flower yearns to show off thier pedals and take their place in the garden or the wild in which they grow to bloom. When I was young I never gave a whole lot of thought or attention to flowers except to rob someone elses labor and give them to a teacher, my mom, or my aunt. I have known for years that women love flowers and that they seem to make them very happy when they receive them as a gift. It seems to me that to a woman's heart you use flowers. I've heard the way to the man's heart is with good food and I disagree with this sonopsis. Any man I've known and listened to the way to the male heart is thruogh the act of sex with a woman. I find nothing wrong and love good food myself but there is no comparison when it comes to good sex with someone that you love.
The trees are starting to bud and it won't be long before the trees have their leaves for another season. The poor trees look like hell all bare in the late fall and winter months but are still able to have a bit of beauty to them against the back drop of a snow covered landscape. When there is no snow I think that they are pretty damn drab looking myself.
Yes spring is definetly the start of new life for so many things that mother nature offers. It also has a way of bringing a briter out look and a change of mood for the human soul that has endured the long hard winter that Maine has for those of us that live here year round.

Freestyle # 9

2005-05-02T13:50:00.000-04:00

Life is such a puzzeling path with so many twist and turns. As I walk the path of life I'm always wondering what is next. Life is full of ups and downs and we must do our best when each occurs. The ups are usally easy to handle but the downs aren't usually so easy to deal with. In life there is a lot of thought. I couldn't image what life would be like if we had no train of thought and all the thinking was done for us. We do have the ability to think and make choices how ever right or wrong they may be. In life we are accountable for what ever we do in decission or our actions. When we make mistakes hopefully a learning experience comes from it. As an adult making the same mistake can be costly. A second chance is a very good thing but it isn't always a gim-me. I recall as a young lad I was a little clepto mainiac. I never stole from friends but the stores took hell. At such a young age I just thought that if you owned a store you must be rich. With this thought I figured that what I took wouldn't be any big deal and it wouldn't be missed any way. I'm very fortunate that I was young when the law finally caught up to me and my light fingers. I was made to give what I could back and that was about the size of it and I felt very lucky that I didn't get probation or even worse reformatory school. For sometime my friends parents didn't want the children hanging out with me. I had no hard feelings because I understood the circumstance and had nobody to blame but myself. When I did get that second chance I would thank the parents for giving it to me. I learned at a young age not to take what doesn't belong to you.

Accessories

2005-04-29T08:07:00.000-04:00

For me the most important accessory as a boy was the old pocket knife. I always made sure that I had it with me where ever I went. I always thought that I would need it for one thing or another. Today I find my most important accessory is my wallet. If I realize I've left home with out it I'm suddenly panic stricken and set back for a moment. I also enjoy carrying my leatherman once in a while. The leatherman is something though that isn't always on my belt and I don't get to excited if it's not on my belt.
As a child I had a pocket knife. I always made sure that I had it with me where ever I went. I really didn't use it all that much but it was important to me to always have it with me. My pocket knife and I were like one unit and I would feel as though this thing was like a friend to me. I use to take it out and make an attempt to widdle me things even though I usally couldn't get the things to come out as nice as I would have liked. Even though my widdlings never seemed to turn out the way I wished that they would I still enjoyed sitting down and taking out the ole knife and try to create something.
I find that the wallet is an accessory that I must have on me at all times when I leave the house.In the wallet is where my I.D.is kept and where my money is kept also. It is very embarrasing to go into a store to buy something and at the check-out reach for the old wallet and find that I don't have it with me for whatever reason. I feel like a fool and wonder what kind of a person the cashier and the people in line think I am. This has got to be what I consider one of my most humiliating times for me to face in life. Oh no I've forgotten my wallet! I could just crawl under something for feeling so damn stupid when I do it. I remember when I first turned eighteen I lost my wallet and never did have it turn up and I found this to be quite depressing. I didn't have much money in it but my draft card and pictures were in it. I learned to keep better track of my wallet and have been very fortunate to this day that I haven't lost it again.
I have a couple of leathermans. I have the big one and then I also have the smaller one. This tool is one of the most handy tools a man could ask for. This little tool has so many handy tools at your side. It has screw drivers, pliers, punches, and more. This little tool can make a bleak looking situation look a lot better if I run into a minor problem. The big problem I have is remembering to put it on my belt most of the time since I've been out of work. I'm sure that other men feel the same as I do about having a leatherman and the help that they can be in certain situations. This was a very handy invention indeed.
For myself these days the most important thing to have on me is my wallet. If I forget my knife or my leatherman it's not that big of a deal. Now if I forget my wallet that's a whole different ball game. When I realize I don't have my wallet with me I start to wonder where it is and even the dreadful thought of maybe I've lost it. Yes without my wallet I don't feel like I'm complete person. The biggest fear I have is being pulled over by the police. Like they haven't herd sorry officer I left my wallet at home.

Just Calm Down Prompt 51 Week # 11

2005-04-27T10:21:00.000-04:00

I remember when I was a teenager my aunt and uncle whom I lived with had this wild money cat. No one was able to touch this cat becausae it had a fear of humans for what ever reason. I was always trying to catch this elosive feline and finally one day I was able to coaks it close enough to grab it. I decided to take the cat into the house and I did. The damn thing leaped from my arms and then preceeded to climb my aunts beatiful kitchen curtains while I tried to catch it and throw it back out side in the only element that it seemed to find comfort in. The curtains had the cat's claw marks deeply enbedded in them and I was certainly fearful that my ass was in trouble when my aunt came back from town. I was out on the entry porch crying when she got home. Aunt Ruth asked me why I was crying and I preceeded to tell her what I had done. I was blobbering as I tried to explain what I had done and she said Kevin calm down and begin at the beginning so I can understand what your trying to tell me. I finally got it out and aunt Ruth told me not to worry and I was relieved that she was'nt that upset or pissed off at me for her favorite curtains.

The Divinchi Code Freestyle # 8

2005-04-26T11:47:00.000-04:00

I've seen on TV a thing called the Divinchi Code and I personally think it is nothing more then fiction and a way to distract people from the word of God. It talks about how Jesus had an affair with Mary Magdeline and she had a child to him and so his lineage is carried on. It also talks about the words of Christ in the New Testament not being his and that he wasn't the son of God. From what I know and accept these things aren't true. First of all the family is set up as Christ to the church. How the Bible tells us how we should choose a mate contadicts the code so I can'nt except Jesus had an affair.Mary M. was said to be a harlet and for Jesus to have an affair with her would contradict how the Bible tells us to choose that significant other.How ever this does seem to go with today's mentality that if a woman and a man are friends they must be sleeping with one another. It is very unfortunate but that's what has happened to the minds of so many in the world in which we live. Almost everything around us is sex driven or a sexual conotaion to it. Jesus as a human being found it important to be friends with those that others either cast away or thought they were better than. He has taught me to look up rather then down on people. I have also learned to be greatful for each individual personality because to me this is what makes the world such an interesting place in which to live. Wouldn't it be so very boring if everyone was a clone to ourselves? Diversity of the human mind is a great thing although at times I get very upset with people with how they think or what they do, but after all they are human.
The other issue would be that he had no sin although he did have a struggle and was tempted by Lucifer while doing his earthly ministry. Jesus Christ is in the Old Testament and is revealed in spirit form and there are scriptures that tell of his coming to walk amoung us as a human being.Jesus Christ is the only human being ever born without an old sin nature. This is why he had to be born of a virgin. Remember that Adam was created and given a mind with free volition that he could make decissions on his own regardless of rather they were right or wrong and every humanbeing today still has that right. Material things like money and power can be taken from you and your left with nothing, but only you can let go of the things that has been excepted into your mind such as morals or rather or not you except or reject the gospel of Jesus Christ. This is the way God intended it to be and the only way I feel it can be. God is grace and grace is a representation of love and freedom.Therefore my personal opinion of the Divinchi code is that it is an absract for people and nothing more than bullshit!

Flying

2005-04-26T11:45:00.000-04:00

On I find that flying is enjoyable and exciting and I get goose bumps every time I get to take to the air. I've had the experience to fly in three different types of air craft and I was in my glory with each one. Yes there is a little fear before hand but once aboard the plane curiosity takes over and the fear subsides. I've had the oppertunity to fly in a passenger jet, a small plane, and a glider plane. The experience of all three were fantastic and memerable.
When I was fifteen years old I got to fly for my first time and this was on a passenger jet and I was so excited and had very little fear if any to taking this first flight into the sky above. I recall my aunt telling me not to look down as the plane was taking off because I'd get sick. Well I could not resist doing what I was told not to do and during take off I looked down and man this was the most enjoyable part of the flight for me. As the plane accellerates to reach the desired alttituude all things below as I'm looking out the window that I'm seated next to just becomes smaller and smaller to the point I was unable to make any thing out. Oh, I didn't get sick either. Last May I had the chance to ride in a passenger jet again. I was returning from North Carolina. This was a late night flight due to a long delay out of Cinncinatti. I was quite pissed off and getting more so with every passing minute over the delay but on the way home all was forgotten when I had the experience of viewing thunderstorms in the distant sky. Seeing the shooting lightening bolts in the distant sky made the delay seem well worth it because this event will be etched in my memory for ever. In the other two planes I've flown in this would not have been possible. The differences are altitude, speed, and how each one reacts to air turbulance. The passenger jet has the ability to fly above the clouds and I would picture a big fluffy pillow as I would look down into them. I was quite impressed with the speed of the passenger jet and how quick you can reach a far away destination. In this plane you experience air turbulance but it is alot smoother then if it was a smaller plane.
Some years back I recall my first flight in a small sight seeing plane. When I arrived at the ticket booth everyone was at lunch. Well the wait gave me time to question myself and rather or not I really wanted to do it. I decided that this was something I've always wanted to do so I better follow through and just do it. The pilots came back from their lunch and asked if anyone was interested in a sightseeing flight and I spoke up that I was. A pilot steped forward and said he'd be my pilot on the flight. Then he preceeded to tell me that I was going to be his first passenger on his first solo flight. I thought he was joking and said that was fine. Like in the jet plane as the small plane climbed to alttitude I was looking out the window watching things get smaller. Of course we weren't climbing to the alttitude as the jet and I still could make things out below. I realized that this small air craft was a lot more noisier than the jet and it was a little difficult understanding the pilot at times. As we were flying he wuold point out different places and at one point as we were flying along the Bar Harbor coast line he told me that on a clear day you could see Boston. After pointing out a few more sights we were headed back to the airport and the plane hit an air pocket that was quite rough and from that point until we landed the pilot never said another word. I think that this was his first flight alone.
My next experience taking to the air was in what is called a glider. This aircraft has no engine. To get it off the ground and has to be towed into the air by an aircraft that does. The day I decided that I would take a ride in this unquie aircraft that had just finished rebuilding one of the engines in the tow plane and were testing it when I arrived. You talk about second thoughts I was definately continplating whether this was for me or not. My mind came to the conclusion as it usually does in these situation and reasoned that if this is the time for me to go so be it. I would die doing something that I enjoy. Could there actually be a better way to die? As the tow plane started to ascend from the ground I was all eyeballs watching as the things below got a little smaller. When we got to a certain alttitude the pilot asked me to reach behind my seat and pull the leaver that would open the latch and release us from the tow plane and I did. Now it was the plane, the pilot, and myself soaring through the air depending on the air currents to keep us airborne. This pilot made me feel very at ease as he told me that there was only one other pilot in the United States that had more glider time then he did. The pilot had noticed that I had showed up on a motorcycle and said you like to ride bikes do you and of course my reply was a yes. He made the plane do some sharp curves and what I'd call some loopty loops and I got quite a rush from that. It was fantastic! In this aircraft all you can hear for noise is the air breaking against the plane. I thought to myself that this is the closest type of flying like a bird as I'd ever experience. Nothing I'd ever done could compare to this excitement and adrenilen rush.
Flying is the ultimate experience and it is most differcult for me to understand why so many people are apprehencive or scared to fly. I'm scared of heigth myself but I don't allow that to bother me when I really want to do something like riding a rollercoaster or take to the air. Curiousity is the ruling factor and usually wins out. The ultimate ride for this cat would to have the oppertunity to fly in a fighter jet. My dreams would be answered. I love it when the Air Force puts on an air show. To watch how skillful the pilots are is so fasinating. As I watch the jets fly over I have nothing but envy in my heart. I also have a lot of respect for the knowledge and teamwork these pilots have.

Flying

2005-04-18T08:16:00.000-04:00

I find that flying is enjoyable and exciting and I get goose bumps every time I get to take to the air. I've had the experience to fly in three different types of air craft and I was in my glory with each one. Yes there is a little fear before hand but once aboard the plane curiosity takes over and the fear subsides. I've had the oppertunity to fly in a passenger jet, a small plane, and a glider plane. The experience of all three were fantastic and memerable.
When I was fifteen years old I got to fly for my first time and this was on a passenger jet and I was so excited and had very little fear if any to taking this first flight into the sky above. I recall my aunt telling me not to look down as the plane was taking off because I'd get sick. Well I could not resist doing what I was told not to do and during take off I looked down and man this was the most enjoyable part of the flight for me. As the plane accellerates to reach the desired alttituude all things below as I'm looking out the window that I'm seated next to just becomes smaller and smaller to the point I was unable to make any thing out. Oh, I didn't get sick either. Last May I had the chance to ride in a passenger jet again. I was returning from North Carolina. This was a late night flight due to a long delay out of Cinncinatti. I was quite pissed off and getting more so with every passing minute over the delay but on the way home all was forgotten when I had the experience of viewing thunderstorms in the distant sky. Seeing the shooting lightening bolts in the distant sky made the delay seem well worth it because this event will be etched in my memory for ever. In the other two planes I've flown in this would not have been possible. The differences are altitude, speed, and how each one reacts to air turbulance. The passenger jet has the ability to fly above the clouds and I would picture a big fluffy pillow as I would look down into them. I was quite impressed with the speed of the passenger jet and how quick you can reach a far away destination. In this plane you experience air turbulance but it is alot smoother then if it was a smaller plane.
Some years back I recall my first flight in a small sight seeing plane. When I arrived at the ticket booth everyone was at lunch. Well the wait gave me time to question myself and rather or not I really wanted to do it. I decided that this was something I've always wanted to do so I better follow through and just do it. The pilots came back from their lunch and asked if anyone was interested in a sightseeing flight and I spoke up that I was. A pilot steped forward and said he'd be my pilot on the flight. Then he preceeded to tell me that I was going to be his first passenger on his first solo flight. I thought he was joking and said that was fine. Like in the jet plane as the small plane climbed to alttitude I was looking out the window watching things get smaller. Of course we weren't climbing to the alttitude as the jet and I still could make things out below. I realized that this small air craft was a lot more noisier than the jet and it was a little difficult understanding the pilot at times. As we were flying he wuold point out different places and at one point as we were flying along the Bar Harbor coast line he told me that on a clear day you could see Boston. After pointing out a few more sights we were headed back to the airport and the plane hit an air pocket that was quite rough and from that point until we landed the pilot never said another word. I think that this was his first flight alone.
My next experience taking to the air was in what is called a glider. This aircraft has no engine. To get it off the ground and has to be towed into the air by an aircraft that does. The day I decided that I would take a ride in this unquie aircraft that had just finished rebuilding one of the engines in the tow plane and were testing it when I arrived. You talk about second thoughts I was definately continplating whether this was for me or not. My mind came to the conclusion as it usually does in these situation and reasoned that if this is the time for me to go so be it. I would die doing something that I enjoy. Could there actually be a better way to die? As the tow plane started to ascend from the ground I was all eyeballs watching as the things below got a little smaller. When we got to a certain alttitude the pilot asked me to reach behind my seat and pull the leaver that would open the latch and release us from the tow plane and I did. Now it was the plane, the pilot, and myself soaring through the air depending on the air currents to keep us airborne. This pilot made me feel very at ease as he told me that there was only one other pilot in the United States that had more glider time then he did. The pilot had noticed that I had showed up on a motorcycle and said you like to ride bikes do you and of course my reply was a yes. He made the plane do some sharp curves and what I'd call some loopty loops and I got quite a rush from that. It was fantastic! In this aircraft all you can hear for noise is the air breaking against the plane. I thought to myself that this is the closest type of flying like a bird as I'd ever experience. Nothing I'd ever done could compare to this excitement and adrenilen rush.
Flying is the ultimate experience and it is most differcult for me to understand why so many people are apprehencive or scared to fly. I'm scared of heigth myself but I don't allow that to bother me when I really want to do something like riding a rollercoaster or take to the air. Curiousity is the ruling factor and usually wins out. The ultimate ride for this cat would to have the oppertunity to fly in a fighter jet. My dreams would be answered. I love it when the Air Force puts on an air show. To watch how skillful the pilots are is so fasinating. As I watch the jets fly over I have nothing but envy in my heart. I also have a lot of respect for the knowledge and teamwork these pilots have.

Baking

2005-04-13T07:58:00.000-04:00

I enjoy cooking and baking,but between the two I'd say I'm more partial to baking. This is probally because of my love of sweets. I find it most enjoyable to look for recipes of something sweet that I found most stimulating to my taste buds and then trying to create it and have it come out tasting the same as I remember.I find that this can be a real challenge and can also be disappointing.I mention disappointing not because the product doesn't taste good, but what I've made may not have the texture or taste that I remember the first time that I had it and liked it.I'll tell you from personal experience that once you do find a recipe that comes out as you remember. Keep tract of which book or page you got it from because I haven't done this and I could kick myself in the ass for not doing so. I just love getting in the kitchen and taking a recipe,putting it together, then baking it.If it comes out the way I antiscipate I'm a very satisfied pup and if it doesn't then I have to try again which isn't really all that bad because practice makes perfect they say.
I've found that in baking the first thing to do is get all the ingredients the recipe calls for out and ready for use.I've found that in baking you should stay with the amounts of a product the recipe calls for or it doesn't come out the way I had thought that it would.If a recipe calls for two cups of flour I use two cups of flour. If the recipe calls for two table spoons of baking powder I use two table spoons of baking powder. Some recipes are made by measuring others are made by weighing. Weighing is the most accurate of the two methods. Never try to substitute one for the other though because your product won't come out.
Once I have what I need out the second step is to combine the recipe ingredients that are called for. I follow the recipe in doing this. I will have dry ingredients and wet ingredients usually. With this combination I mix the dry ingredients together and then the wet because that is how most recipes work. The next step is to combine the two and from personal experience the best thing to do if at all possible is to add the dry to the wet. I say this because if the mixer is running and I add the wet to the dry I have dry ingredients going every where. If I add the dry to the wet I find more dry ingredients stay with the product and not all over the counter top and walls and even myself.
Once I have all my ingredients mixed together as called for by the recipe that I'm following I add to the required size baking dish or pan that the directions has said to use. Sometimes it may call for a greased pan or dish and I do this so that whatever it is I'm making doesn't stick. There are products I make that this is not called for because the product has enough fat in it so that it won't stick. Once this is done then it is ready for baking in the oven that should be preheated to the temperature the recipe directs. I find that the time the recipe calls for can very depending on the type of oven being used to bake with this is often mention in the recipe.
Now that I have everything done the wait is on. This I find to be the most difficult part of the whole process because of my impatience. I have a hard time because I really want to know whether or not it has been made to my satisfaction. I've made things that others have really enjoyed and told me were very good but I have been dissatisfied with it because it hadn't come out the way that I was anticipating it would. I'm pleased others find the product tasty but when it comes out to my expectations I'm overly pleased and have self satisfaction that is difficult to explain but always what I'm looking for regardless on whether I'm baking or cooking.

The best things in life are free prompt#44 week #10

2005-04-07T13:33:00.000-04:00

This reminds me of a song done by the Beatles many years ago. My feelings are the best things in life are really free. To view a mountain,walk a long a stream or a river listening to the running water as it passes you by or a walk along a sandy beach,a walk in the woods, to look up in the sky on a moon lit night. or to look up on a clear night after the full moon has passed and you see the formation of the stars above, or coming across a waterfalls in the woods, or seeing the the beauty in the flowers that grow wild, or like the other day I happen to look in the sky and the sun was just right and an airplane that was streaking across the sky looked like a ghost, or watching a deer or a moose, or the birds, watching a driving rain or out for a walk in a snowstorm, viewing a beautiful flower garden that someone has worked so diligently to create, or some of the buildings and other things that man has pictured in his mind then brought them into reality with his hand or hands, or at certain times look into the clear night sky and be able to see other planets with the naked eye. Yes there are still plenty of things that are free aleast for now anyway.

Eagles Freestyle # 7

2005-04-07T11:50:00.000-04:00

I've always been fascinated with the eagle for as long as I can remember. These majestic raptors own the sky and to think that they were damn near brought into extiction by the ignorance of man astonishes me. When I'm fortunate enough to see one I'm simply awe struck buy their beauty and their grace in flight. I can't fathom why anyone would want to kill one of them out of shear pleasure or any other reason. To me the eagle is a great reprensentation of freedom and spirit. I haven't done it for a few years now but I used to take a ride around this time of the year up to Barring which is just out side of Calais just to watch them and enjoy their presence. To my knowledge they still nest and raise their young their. The place in which they nest is in Moosehorn National Park and it's not that far from the roadway and this in itself is amazing to me. Some years back the park had made a erected platform for opsprey to nest and then a few years later a pair of eagles decided to take it over as their nest and raise their young and as far as I know still return every spring to do just that. I enjoy watching them as one parent will stay with the young while the other is off hunting for food. The opsprey give these raptors plenty of respect from what I've seen. The park even put up a platform and one of those giant pair of binoculars across the road from nesting sight to make viewing these awesome raptors more pleasurable. The easiest way to get there is to jump on route 9 and take it right to the end and take a right and with in a mile or so your their. If you wre to go this route it would be on your right hand side of the road. You may very well get the chance to see the osprey or the Canadian geese that are often present in the area. The only way one could miss this area is to drive by with their eyes closed. It's hard to believe that the eagles would choose to nest so close to civilization but they have and this is a true blessing for all those that enjoy watching these spectacular raptors as much as I do. Another thing that I find amazing is that when eagles pair up they pair for life or until death just as God intended it between a man and a woman. I don't know how they tell one another apart when they're amoung thier own but they do.

Litter Freestyle # 6

2005-03-30T12:12:00.000-05:00

When I look around and see all the litter that people just seem to toss where ever they may I get quite pissed off and then I wonder how in hell can mankind be such pigs and disrespectful of mother nature and others whom act more mature. From my late teen years when I saw a beautiful swimming hole in Frankfort being destroyed because people would party and leave their trash behind and break their beer bottles against the stones. I haven't been a big fan of littering. I learned to respect mother nature and have some common curtouscy for other that enjoy a clean enviroment when out to enjoy a beautiful spot that offers peace and solutude such as the quarry does. Places get closed off to the public because of actions like this and then I'm always set back because the culprits stand there scratching their ass asking why this has happened and whoever done this must be a real jerk. I'm thinking to myself that all they need is a mirror to see the real jerk.
Last night as I was driving home from my culinary class and observed all the trash in the ditches I got wondering just how much of the tax dollar is paid out in labor cost to pick it up during the spring, summer, and fall months. To myself one need not be a scholar to see that this is money wasted that could be better utilized in perhaps education, helping the needy,or on our infrastructure system youknow what I'm getting at hear.
I'm not long informing someone when their in my veichcle that nothing gets thrown out the windows or they'll be walking because I just won't tolerate it and secondly there is no need to throw stuff out the window. I recall a few years back a friend and I were in my Jeep riding through Katadin Iron Works and we had quite a buzz-on going and he launched a beer bottle out of the open veichcle and I asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. His reply was he didn't want empties just in case we got pulled over and I told him I wasn't worried because I wasn't drinking but even if I was nothing got thrown out until we got to a trash recepticle. He said to me is that right and my reply was yes and if he had a problem with that he could walk back to Bangor I really didn't care. He ran his mouth some and I told him to shut up and not to push his luck and he got my message, he knows me.
Why is it so hard for some to have just a bit of common sence and respect for others and keep things that are beautiful that way so whomever wants can also enjoy without having to endure anothers ignorance and laziness???!!!

Waterfalls Contrast Essay

2005-03-24T10:34:00.000-05:00

One of my favorite things to do is to go out hiking and look for waterfalls.My own opinion is that they are the most beautiful nature made things you'll find in the wilds when your out for a nice romp in mother nature's awsome splender. The state of Maine has some very stimulating waterfalls that can really get my emotions kicked in when I happen across one while out for a hike to enjoy the peace and solitude that being in the woods offers my inner being. When I hear the sound of rushing water in the distance I get really excited wondering whether or not there may or may not be a falls there or not. Two of my favorites that come to mind are Moxie Falls which is located at the Forks that is a small town between Bingham and Jackman,ME:. The other favorite is Little Wilson Falls that is located in Monson,Me. which is on your way to Greenville on route 15 if your leaving from Bangor,ME:
Moxie Falls is a very long drive from Bangor, but once you arrive its only about a fifteen to twenty minute hike from where you park your car and I always forget about the drive once I reach this beatiful gift from nature. I'm not quite sure who made them but there are lookouts made from pressure treated lumber to make your veiwing experience very pleasurable. Little Wilson Falls on the other hand is a relatively short drive from Bangor but a long hike from where you park the car. This hike is all up hill and will take no less than an hour to reach. For myself I've never been able to do the hike in an hour because I like to stop at different areas along the way to enjoy the aw and beauty this hike has to offer as I journey toward the falls. This fall drops into a very huge gorge and I've found ice in this at the end of May which I found to be quite fastenating.
Now according to the Maine gezzette Moxie Falls has more water running over it then any other falls in the state. As I hear the roar of its drop as I'm hiking in to it I certainly can believe that this is the case. From the lookouts as I stand there I can feel the mist on my exposed skin that is created by the nintey foot drop from the top of the falls to the pool below. When the sun above is just right I can see rainbows in the mist as it rises from the pool. The water running over Little Wilson Falls has alot to do with the climate. I've seen large amounts of water going over it and I've been up there when there has been nothing more than what I'd call a trickle running over it. Either way I'm never disapointed because of the solitude and the beauty that it has to offer.
Moxie Falls is fed by a man made lake that is probally about a mile above it. This lake has a small dam and at certain times the gates are opened to allow water from the lake to flow out and down at Moxie Falls there are sirens that warn you not to be to close to the water. I also think this system is set up because people fish just a short distance from the falls. Little Wilson Falls is all natural and the falls look like a drop off. It gets its water from a stream and at the top of the falls the stream just seems to drop off and to me this is just amasing!
I have found or been shown by my friend John Zachary several waterfalls in the spectacular woods of Maine. I never in my life knew that Maine had this much to offer to an individual such as myself that some how gets so much enjoyment out of listening to free flowing water in the splender of mother nature. The only other thing that I find comparable to the sounds of running and rushing water through a river or stream is the excitement and rush of riding on a rollercoaster. My preferred though is the waterfalls. I think I feel this way because the waterfalls are a gift from God, where as the rollercaoster is a gift from man. Not only that where you have rollercoasters you have alot of people where as with waterfalls you have a better chance of a more sirene atmosphere which I seem to to prefer most of the time.

One Million Footnotes #471 Prompt Wk.# 9

2005-03-23T15:32:00.000-05:00

The dogs have been out in the cold snowey night all by themselves to investigate the goings on of the surroundings that they have little oppertunity to see. The dogs are usually kept in a kennel located just a short distance from the house and their only freedom other wise is on the end of a leash when their taken on an evening stroll or on the wekend when their taken to the park for a stroll around the nature trails that the park has to offer. But on this cold winter evening they some how escape from their wired enclosure to experience a romp on their own. I can only imagine what was going through their minds without no leash or master to keep them in line. It must have felt like real freedom to the canine duo as they freely investigated the surrounding area that they consider home. I wonder whether or not they had a chance to put chase to a stray cat or even a wild rabbit that may have been out and about in the darkness of the night. After some hours of freedom and now feeling a chill from the brisk coolness of the snow stormey night the canine dou decide to return home to the warmth of the house and the love and kindness of their masters. Even though they have been out on a romp and soaking wet and covered with tiny balls of snow all over their fur the worried masters welcome them with open arms and some leftover sirloin tips from dinner and with a nice warm blanket in front of the fire place. The canine duo now comunicate to one another and say now this is heavento me

The Trash Bin Prompt Wk. # 7 #31

2005-03-23T14:44:00.002-05:00

When I have to porage through my trash bin looking for something that I might think that I may have mistakenly thrown away I get all queezy in the stomach. In my trash bin you damn well better have rubber gloves on because I'm a smoker and I find myself spitting in it quite often. I have banana peels, ciggarette butts and ashes,junk mail, candy wrappers and any other wrappers from the junk food that I consume when I have a binge, wet paper towels from spills like coffee and soda,and once in a while you might find a doggie do-do. Come to think of it you need the rubber gloves and possibally some nose plugs to boot. Luckly we've been blessed with the trash bag and these babies can easily be dispossed of. Just imagine the stench if there were no garbage bags the bin would need to be cleaned and disinfected every time you turned around. I myself have a very weak stomach and this would not be a good thing at all.

Prompt for week #8 34

2005-03-23T13:34:00.000-05:00

When I was a young fella I thought my fists had all kinds of power because I would settle things by using my fists. There didn't seem like a day would pass by that I wouldn't be in a fight with someone over something. I must admit that with the power of my fist I wasn't picked on like alot of the other kids were. Being known for being a fighter even the older guys would stay clear of me. Some guys just thought they like to use their fist until push come to shove and then I'd find out that they really didn't want to use them at all. I was a natural as a young pup when it came to using the ole fist and I had a lot of friend because of them to. My friends so called would look for protection from me and being young and nieave that was ok. I would often end fights with a single punch. Was I good or was my opponets tolerance for pain on the low side. I remember in class at school I would often sit there hitting myself in the jaw just to build tolerance to pain it did seem to help though. When I was young to pocess power in the fists is what it was all about.

The Safest Place In the World # 27 Prompt Wk. # 6

2005-03-23T13:13:00.000-05:00

To me the safest place in the world is my room. In my room I feel secure and away from all the ugliness that the world seems to throw at you. It is my haven where I feel nobody else has say but me. I've been called a hermit because of the time I spend in my room but that doesn't bother me because I know that I am safe in my room. I find that if I'm safe in my room then I won't get myself in trouble by simply trying to be of help as I have done on occassion. If I'm safe in my room then I'm not cleaning up someone elses mess.No matter where I've lived I always felt safe in my room.

The Battle Begins #20 Prompt Wk. #5

2005-03-23T13:01:00.000-05:00

I found that the battle began this semester because of all the homework involved this time around. I thought that this semester would go a little smoother but man was I in for a rude awakening. Not having a computer to work from at home really makes it even more of a battle for me. This is a battle I have to win and hopefully come through it all as the victor.

Wondering Freestyle # 5

2005-03-23T11:31:00.000-05:00

I often find myself just wondering how a world that has so many intellegent people in it can be so dam screwed up. I wonder why there are homeless people. I wonder why there are so many unemployed. I wonder why governments have such trouble getting along with one another. I wonder why honesty is so difficult for so many people. I wonder why so much money is spent on space exploration when it could be used for other important things. I wonder about this education thing the goverment has instituted into the school system called no child left behind. I wonder why our government went to war in Irauq when it did. I wonder why during election campaings politicians cann't run on their own merrits instead of having to dig through their opponnets closet to dig shit up that usually has nothing to do with the issues. I wonder why people reject Jesus Christ. This is just a drop in the bucket to my wonderings and I'm sure others wonder the same things as I do.

Respone to Clsss.essay

2005-03-18T12:25:00.001-05:00

I found writing this classification essay easier than the cause essay and the research essay which should only be natraul. I was quite disturbed on Wedseday though when I came to the library to finish it and found when I went to save it as a draft that something screwed up and I lost most of it and had someone else writing in place of what I had written. I went to see John about it and explained to him what had happened and he asked me to bring my blog up so he could see what I was talking aboutso I did. John wasn't sure what had gone on and told me he knew what I had and told me to just worry about paragraghs four and five. He asked me if I thought that was fair and I said sounds good to me. I couldn't do just paragraghs four and five and wound up retyping the whole thing on word.I just found myself retyping this paragragh because when I published it I lost it all except the title now this bullshit is getting old fast so I'll print it first.

Respone to Clsss.essay

2005-03-18T12:25:00.000-05:00

I found writing this essay a bit less nerve racking and easier to do than the last five paragraph essay we done. I did get a little frustrated on Wensday though after having the essay done and then decided to do some research for my I search paper and found that that most of my classification essay was missing and had someone eles blog in my space. Now this really sucked and I was quite upset until I went and spoke to John and explained and showed him what had happened. John said he knew where I was with it and told me just to concentrate on redoing paragraphs four and five and I said fair enough. I couldn't do just four and five though and retyped the whole thing on word so I wouldn't have any thing else happen to it that was out of my control. I also was some glad that I had printed off a copy in class that morning or I'd really been shitting bricks trying to recall all that I had written.So over all I'm pleased with it and learning more all the time.

Secret Window Freestyle # 4

2005-03-15T10:52:00.000-05:00

The other night I watched a movie and the name of it was Secret Window starring Johnny Depp. This movie is about a writer and as you watch it you assume that he is accused of stealing a story that he had published and the accuser wants him to change the ending to the story. This is all I should say for now so that I don't give to many clues and ruin it in case you haven't seen it yet. I really didn't think I would care for this movie but I found it most enticing and it had me fooled as to how it would end right up until the last five to ten minutes of it.
The author Stephen King had something to do with it but I didn't catch exactly what it was. There are alot of King's movies I don't really care that much for, but a movie like this that can be some what believeable along with being able to hold your attention with the suspense to me this is a very good movie and worth sitting down to watch. I myself don't really enjoy horror because it's so unrealistic, but there is nothing like an excellent suspense movie, the ones that grab your attention and holds you there because you aren't able to figure the plot out until the end. If you like suspense you'll find this to be a very good movie.

Snow Freestyle # 3

2005-03-14T10:48:00.000-05:00

I personally love the winters here in Maine and would miss them if I were in a warmer climate state. The most enjoyable thing of Maine winters is the snow and all the different activities that you can do as long as there is enough snow on the ground so that you can.
My personal favorite is shoveling the white stuff and you may think that I'm a few cents short of a dollar. I enjoy the work out I get and I also find it a game, myself against the elements of mother nature and who will win. I take pride in my shoveling and always start with a plan on where I'll put the snow. I feel as though I can do a better job than a snow plow can because I don't tear up the lawn and I don't lose any space. I'm also thinking of the spring run off and the effect it may have on the gravel driveway. I most always try to keep a path cleared to the heating oil fill pipe be cause if I were delivering oil I know I would appreciate that being done for me.
There's a lot of people who really despise having to drive in it and again I find this very challenging. Quite honestly to me it's just a matter of common sense and knowing how your vheicle is capeable of performing under the road conditions that you are faced with at the time.
You may think I'm a few cents short of a dollar for sure now but rest assured folks I do get tired of the white stuff. It is now March 14th, and I've had enough snow for one winter and could really care less if I see anymore for this season. For this snow fool it's time for spring and the beauty that it brings.

Why Drugs Freestyle# 2

2005-03-11T12:39:00.000-05:00

If you have ever done drugs you must sit around sometimes asking yourself the same question that I often ask myself, why? When I get thinking about the use and abuse I find that I'm confused and have no real clear explanation beyond simple stupidity on my part. The first time I smoked pot I must have been in sixth or seventh grade and found the high to be kind of enjoyable amungst friend who were also high,but when you got around people you knew were straight this feeling of paranioa would set in. To me this sense of paranioa is most unpleaursable and you feel most uncomfortable when under it's dreary spell. One would asume that this feeling alone would give one a good enough reason not to do drugs, but that didn't stop me from being a partaker in the drug culture.
I started smoking pot on a regular basis by the time I became a freshman in high school and smoked it for years after that although when I was in my mid twenties I quit for about five and one half years but again stupidity won out and I got back to smoking full bore. I actually thought that I enjoyed being a pot head. The reasoning I have for this is that I never really enjoyed alcohol and learned that I had better control of myself under the influence of pot than I did when I was drunk. I also have watched people under the influence of alcohol to the point that you would want to punch their lights out from being so obnoxuios. Now don't get me wrong for I've been that way myself more times than I care to remember and I didn't like myself very well afterwards. From my own personal experiences and from observations I have learned that you are more likely to get in a fight when your drinking then you are if your smoking pot.
When I was a sophmore in high school I experienced my first acid trip and I thought I was paranoid from having buzz on pot, I'll tell you there's no comparison atleast from my point of view. Some friends turned me on to window pane acid one night for my first tripping experience which they had done before so they had a good ole time with Kevy. We went to Ellsworth to pick up some pot and were suppose to meet the person at Ellsworth High School. The school has a track field and there was a man walking his german shepard around the track. Well I'd consumed some beer and I had to take a leak so I got out of the van so I could do my thing. Well wouldn't you know it my buddies decided to have some fun and locked me out and told me the guy walking the dog was an nark so I started pounding on the door telling them to let me in. The boys weren't going to let me back in until they had thier fun. I got so paranoid that this man with the dog just might be an nark that I started crying and begging to be let back into the van. My friends had enough of a laugh so they let me back in and then told me they were only joking, man what a relief and I told them they were a bunch of assholes for screwing with my mind.I done acid for several years and after a while it was very difficult to get so I just stopped doing it. In the mid nineties I had a chance to get some and asked my wife what she thought and she told me to go ahead and get it because she wanted to try it so I did. This stuff wasn't as potenet as I remember from years back and the paranoia was just to much for me and I said no more of that ever again and I meant it.
My belief is that if an individule has the ability to do things in moderation I see nothing wrong with that. On the other hand if one isn't able to do things and keep it in moderation one should stay away from what ever it is at all times.

I search reaction

2005-03-10T11:39:00.000-05:00

I'm not sure about the Isearch I've never done anything like this before. When I was in school I learned the basics of English but even some of that I have a hard time recalling. As far as what you think of my Isearch at this point John I'm not at all sure what your opion might be. I know you've been very helpful and you haven't gotten all over my case to this point anyway. The topic I chose seems a little difficult, but perhaps that's the best way to learn this kind of material. The research part ought to be a real learning point. I certainly can'nt undo what I've done to this point in my life but I sure as hell wish I hadn't been so involved with drugs.

Motorcycles Intro 1 cause essay

2005-03-07T11:52:00.000-05:00

Over the years I've owned three makes of motorcycles and found all three to be the greatest way of transportastion that you could imagine. I've owned Suzukis Hondas and the beloved Harly-Davidson. My Suzukis were a 250cc, a55occ, and a 750cc, the Hondas were a 750cc and a 900cc, the Harley-Davidson was a 1200cc Sportster man was this machine a lot of fun to tool down the road on.

Personal Research

2005-03-04T12:03:00.000-05:00

Christianaty is probally where I've spent most of my time researching because I truely believe God gave us a brain and he damn well expects us to use it and not to take His teachings litely. Were all in the angelic conflict, which is good verses evil, God verses Satan. God gave us a freedom of volition and we make a concientious decission at some point in our life on rather or not we except or reject Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior. If you except then you must decide what you want to do in your walk with God. As a child I remember accepting Him in a Methidost church and that was basically the end of it then as an adultI had some hard times and decide to try again but this time in a United Penecostal church. Now this organization was totally out there but at first I was really caught up in their emotional worship of God. Emotions will carry you down the road but true faith can move mountains, what I'm saying is what they taught and believed is not what I was getting when I would read the bible. I truely believe God is not a respector of persons and if I had to be water baptized and talk in tongues in order for me to be saved to me that would certainly make him a respector of persons. Denominalationism is perhaps the saddest thing that has ever happened to the Christian Church. I found a non-denominational church that teaches what I feel is God's true Grace BerachahChurch in Houston,Texas where Pastor R.B.Thieme Jr. teaches isogogical, exegetical, and caterigorical teachings from the Bible, he is educated from the original languages Hebrew and Greek and I'm perfectly content with his teachings. Salvation isn't based on works of man but on the Grace of God. This is very hard for a lot of people to accept and understand, I'm very thankful I do because it brings a deeper inner peace for me.

Responce to classifacation essays

2005-03-04T11:14:00.000-05:00

I thought the first two were great and surely could relate to what the women were talking about. Men certainly can be dogs and I know men who really fit that decription. As for myself I feel that God made woman to be cherished and appreaciated by man not used and abused by man.
The male sports fan was what I thought to be a very accurate description of a sports fanatic because I've been that way at times about boxing and football to a point, usually once I become comfortable in a relationship. With my attitude though I would not allow a fight or a game come before something my significant other might like to do after all I'm not completely stupid. The fish story I found to be kind of hard to follow.
The tele-marketer I thought was kind of a thoughtless bitch and should have a better understanding of people than what she seem to have. How would she know how old the person on the other end of the line was anyway, easily could have been a younger person just sounding old because they didn't want to listen to a speal on how to get your wallet raped by some inconciderate ass who's only concern is money. I've dealt with tele-marketers and often times you just have to be rude because they just don't want to listen when you try to be polite and this just makes it hard when there is a polite and understanding one on the other end of the line.
For the woman who lived on a dead end dirt road I wonder just how happy she really was living there, sure as hell didn't sound that happy or other wise she would have spent more time writing about the happiness rather than how dirty her house and car always was, what does this woman expect living on a dirt road,come on now!!

Bipolar disorder my interest Kevin Fuller

2005-02-28T08:38:00.000-05:00

My interest in bipolarism began back in January 2002 when I was in divorce court for a leagal separation proceeding. My ex-wife to be was on the stand and brought up that a couple months before she had seen a psychatrist that diagnosed her as having bipolar disorder. This is the first time in my life that I'd heard of this illness and had no idea of it's cause or the effect that it has on ones mental state of mind. The questions started to run through my mind as to what it was and what effect if any it played to ending a relationship I held so dear to me.

Was there anything I could do at this point to keep the woman I so dearly loved and tried to understand over the last twenty- years from throwing it all away?

Would psychiactric therapy help?

Was there medications available that would have helped control her mood swings?

Was there anything that I could have done that would have made a difference?

Was the drug abuse a contributing factor to the disorder?
Was there a permmanent cure for bipolar disorder?

Motorcycling Freestyle #1

2005-02-23T11:55:00.000-05:00

I remember as a child I'd see guys going by on their motorcycles and my thoughts would be of what a neat way to get around, the wind rushing against you , the freedom you must feel as your just tooling down the road. I got my first cycle at eighteen years of age I had traded my first stereo for it, the cycle was a 250cc on off road suzuki, man was I one happy cat you'd thought I had just won a lottery. I had no licence but that wasn't going to stop me from having some fun now I'll tell ya right now. I went everywhere on that machine and felt free as a bird while doing so enjoying every minute of it. My girl friends parents trusted me so her and I would get on the old cycle and go out on the back roads of Bucksport ,Orland or Dedam find a beautiful area stop and enjoy the senery and get a little buzz on, then head back home.
My next machine was a 550cc three cylinder ram air Suzuki and she would clip right along, I remember once I had it going 110 mph and the front end seemed very unsteady, felt like she might go air borne on me so I backed off the throttle as tense as I felt Istill thought oh what a great feeling the excitement of it all!!! One evening I was headed out of Bucksport headed to Dedham to get a buzz on when I realized my gas was low so I switched to the reserve, well Dedham only had one store so I decided to turn around and head back to snowman's growcer where I knew I'd be able to get gas for the old girl and would be pushing her for some distance.I was on Rt.46 headed toward Snowman's when I rounded a corner at about 70 mphs and noticed this small car with a utility trailer behind it going quite slow so I decided to pass it then noticed the car was making a left hand turn right in front of me. My first reaction was to hit the back breaks and then the bike started fish tailing and went over on its left side sliding down the road dragging me along with it, I recall my head getting tossed back and forth then I came to the other side of the intersection. At this point I couldn't believe I was even alive and why I hadn't broadsided the car, because when I relized what was going to happen I figured it was time to meet the maker. Now the moron on in the car didn't even get out to see if I was ok he just sat in his car. Once I got my faculties straight I went to the car and pounded on his window and asked if he was ok the jerk told me to go back to my bike that the cops would be showing up soon. I had no broken bones only road rash on my left arm where my suade coat had been pulled up and on my lips. Can you imagine, Idid have to suck threw a straw a few days until the swelling in my lips went down. This folks is one time that I'm thankful I had a helmet on or I would be dead or in a vegitated state more then most likely.
My next machine was a 750cc Honda chopper and did I think I was a bad boy now. The bike was extemely pretty, it was a medium matalic blue in color and man was it loud! I had this baby one week to the day and I was headed out of Bucksport to Bangor to see this young lady I had met who was in the hospital. I was tooling up the river road feeling as free as a J bird when I rounded this corner by the townfarm rd. I saw the car coming from the opposite direction and it was going to make a left hand turn which would bring him over into my lane. I figured the damn fool must have seen me or heard the bike as loud as it was, but evidently he didn't because the next thing I knew there he was right in front of me. The first thought was I had no helmet on and that I must try to keep my head off the ground, the bike impacted the car right where the bumper raps around to the rear quarter on your older models and catapulted me right out over the trunk of that car then I landed on my hands and knees in the middle of the road. Man was I one lucky S.O.B. or what. I walked away from this one with a ripped pair of jeans and this pissed me off because thay were bran knew, I also walked with a limp for a short period of time. I knew this jerk who had pulled over into my lane of travel and I had never really cared for him, I was caring even less for him now. I put chase to him and he ran into the house of the folks who had brought him up as I got to the door his foster mother asked me what I was doing and I told her I was going to rip Philips fucking head off, she replied the cops and an ambulance were on the way. I replied good fucking thing. As you can imagine how pissed off I was the bike only being a week old and a custom one at that. I should be grateful I guess after all I got a ride to the hospital where I was headed anyway in the ambulance, although the fisrt ride I had ever had in an ambulance got into a minor accident
After I got married my wife wanted to learn how to drive a motorcycle and I tried to discourage her, but her mind was set so I put a small downpayment one day on a 250cc Honda Rebel, a real pretty blue matalic one at Darlings when they were on wilson str. in Brewer. When the little woman got home from work I told her what I'd gone and done and asked if she might want to take a ride down and see if that was good enough for her, her beautiful eyes lit up like the moon and said she would like to. She liked it so I drove it home for her we just lived up the road in a trailer park. I asked her when we got there if she was going to give it a whirl she said yes. I noticed she took it onto what we had for a lawn and I asked what are you doing she replied I'm going to learn how to drive it I replied oh no your not the grass is to slippery so she started down the road of the park after my instructions on how to shift, use the brakes and the throttle. She caught on quite rapidly and it wasn't long before she had me following behind her down the highway. I got myself a used 750cc Suzuki that my supervisor at work was selling so the wife and I could have a blast together. Jude only kept the 250 a month and a half or two and wanted to trade for a bigger one so we got the 650 one lunger Suzuki Savage which made her happy for a while. I wound up selling my 750 and bought a 900cc Honda this bike was a lot of fun because it had the five speed plus a high and low range transmission. Judith moved up to the 750cc Suzuki Intuder that was a real nice bike because it was liquid cooled. I finally decided I wanted a Harley Davidson and wound up getting the 1200cc Sportster, Oh what a beauty this was!!! Jude wound up getting the bike she had wanted for sometime which was the 1400cc Suzuki Intuder. I had picked this up at a good price and thought I might want it but I did not like how I fit on it and didn't care for how it handled at low speed. It was a blast to go fast on though but I had started a cycle romance with that 1200 Sporty we had a lot of fun together though and I really kick myself in the old Ass for parting with it. It was a lot of FUN!!!!
I just want to say that as much as I enjoyed this machine it didn't mean that I was selfish with it I would practicly let anyone drive it as long as I knew them. I really enjoyed allowing people to experience their first ride on a Harley!!

Personal mental state Kevin Fuller

2005-02-22T09:57:00.000-05:00

My memory back to my early years as a young child are very vaigue. I remember when I was four or five years old when I'd get quite upset with my mother I'd pack my baby spoon and fork and run away, this would only last until mom and my older brother Scott would come looking for me or until I'd get hungry which ever came first usually. I never dared to stay out all night I was scared of the dark.

My next recall is when I was probbally five or six years old and on my report card I’d gotten a U in behavior and when I showed it to mother she was not to impressed with the U I’d gotten in behavior at all. Mom gave me a scolding and then told me that I was grounded for a month and would not be allowed to go outside and that I would not be able to hang out with any of my friends, she told me after I came home from school I was to stay in my bedroom. I said is that right and turned away and went to my bedroom slammed the door then I started to ram my crainium into the door about thirty times. Well when I was done mother entered the room and asked what I thought I was doing, I replied that if she was going to ground me for a month that I would make her life miserable for that time. Mother then told me that she was only joking about the grounding, I said thank- you now that I had a splitting head ache.

My next recall is that when I was probally seven or eight years old a friends sister scratched my face and left three very noticeable scratches on my cheek which stayed there for some time because I had beat her brother up for ripping me off from a returnable bottle hunt we'd done together. One morning my older brother Scott and I were walking on Main street in Bucksport where we'd spent most of our lives growing up. As Scott and I walked I noticed Joe the so called friend who had kept my share of the money from the bottle hunt, he was sitting on a small bridge on the east side of main street and I told Scott I was going to make him pay for what his older sister had done to my face. Like an idiot Joe stayed sitting on the bridge and when I got to him I grabbed him and told him I was going to push him over the side, down below ther was nothing mainly except ledge and rocks with very little running water. My brother was basically begging me not to push him over, but I told him that Joe was going to pay for the scratches his older sister had marred me with, I had my hands graspped to his shirt already to push him over when I looked up and his older sister was coming down the other side of the street. Well needless to say I wanted no more scratches so I releast him and ran off calling her every dirty word that came to my mind. I really bel;ieve that I would have pushed him if she hadn't come a long.

The next recollection I have is that we were living in Calais, ME. and I must have been eight or nine years old. At school there was this kind of a bully guy and he would try to take my marbles or baseball cards whenever we had recess and I'd be playing with them, I'd chase him off wanting to fight with him, but he was a faster runner then I was, I once got close enough that I grabbed for him, but all I got was his shirt he kept running and his shirt was left in my hand. Can you believe I'm the one who got repromanded for this confrontation. Well on the very last day of the school year him and I had another encounter I do'nt recall why, just destiny I guess. This time though there was no place for him to run and it was time to pay for the things he had done previously during the school year. The fact of the matter is Iwas going to get my ass kicked or he was going to get his kicked it really made no difference to me, I'd simply had enough of his bullshit and it was his time to face the piper. If he'd only known I much fun I had fighting he probbally would never had bothered me in the first place. Him and I started out toe to toe and then I tackeled him and got him in a headlock and just started squeezing on his neck, everybody on the schoolyard had formed a circle around us and I remember that most of them were rooting for me, although every so often I'd hear a cheer for him and I'd let go and go to find out if they wanted some of what he was getting and then they would root for me this happened a few times my foe could'nt move and I'd just put him back in the headlock and start squeezing all over again until the principal came and broke it up. Over the years I'd have several more fights, but nothing quite as dramatic as that one. I used to wonder what would have happened if the damn principal had'nt broke us up. would I have broke his neck or possibbaly killed him. Who's to say I'm just fortunate those days did pass me by without seriously maiming someone or myself.

As I recall my next bout of stupidity, I most have been ten or eleven years old and I had asked my mom for fifty-cents and she told me she did'nt have it to give to me so I grabbed a butter knife went into my bedroom laid down on my bed and threatened to kill myself if she did'nt give me the money. Mom had some lady friends over visting and had them come in and try and talk me out of it, but I insisted the money or my life, she finally succumded to my bullshit and I got the fifty-cents out of her.In my teenage years I still was always ready for a fight, I remember in junior high during a presidential election one of my classes was having a mock election and I had choosen who I wanted as my cannidate of choice. I remember going out in the schoolyard and if anyone did'nt agree with my choice I was willing to fight to change your mind, real freedom would'nt you say. At the time I couldn't see what a pathetic moron I was, that took years to come into vision.
I remember in my teenage years and into young adulthood as being more harmful to myself then to any one else. Often when I wouldn't get my way I would pound my fist into door casings and thay were one hell of alot sturdier then most you find today, I'd also punch my steel bed frame which was pretty damn hard on the fist also, oh yes I've even cracked a few doors over the years. Once when I got upset with whom I consider my first true love I hauled back and slugged a stop sign and the knuckle on my right hand ring finger swelled to about three times its normal size. The knuckle luckily wasn’t broke.

Even into my adult years I was always to willing to settle disagreements by asking the individual if they would like to settle the matter with a fight although I was starting to realize that if they or myself were to change our minds because we had lost the fight then we really didn’t believe very strongly in what we were fighting about in the first place now did we.

Wanting to settle issues by beating someone up or possibly getting my own ass kicked started to fade out after I had accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. As I studied the Bible I was able to find an inner peace I hadn’t had up to that point in time in my life. At times though people that found out that I now was a Christian would badger me thinking that I would not fight back I would let them know that even though that was the case I might not turn the other cheek so don’t think that I won’t protect myself because I will.

So you can see that my mental state growing up has been one that some may question as to being some what psychotic. I myself believe that I have been gifted at a young age to know right from wrong and although it took several years to be able to apply it to my advantage I have been able to learn self control. This is why I have questions on the subject of people being diagnosed as being bipolar.

Feelings on 5 paragraph essay

2005-02-16T10:51:00.000-05:00

I enjoy writing even though it has been some time that I've done any. This was quite a challenge for me the biggest problem is with this damn computer one minute I can get things printed out the next minute I'm having problems with it doing the same thing. I've forgotten a lot over the years about sentence structure and things like that. The 5 paragraph essay was enjoyable although doing the fifth the way we did was kind of a challenge. I just hope it came out the way it was suppose to. Well I can only hope that I can catch on so that my writing skills will improve with time. As you can tell I'm no genious on this aparatus and I can only pray that this improves. Scared but challenged!!!

I searches

2005-02-14T10:01:00.000-05:00

John I read some of the Isearches and found what I did read to be most interesting.The one's on geanology and being a better father seemed to catch my attention the most. I have never researched my family tree and do'nt really know how successful I'd be if I were to give it a whirl. I never knew who my biological dad was.The one on being a better dad grabbed my attention because I really like the truthfulness and staight forwardness of this man wanting to do something about what he saw as a family trait being passed from one generation to the next and wanting to change it for himself so as not to pass it on to his daughters. To me this is very admirable.

Coworker

2005-02-07T08:24:00.000-05:00

Have you ever had a coworker that pissed you off to the point you just wanted to punch thier dam lights out. Bill was just that type of coworker, he would like to make your job harder than it had to be by hiding your work tools, throwing things around, you get the picture.
One evening on the night shift the rewinder I was setting up for the next order had multi-cuts and this takes some time to acomplish. Bill should have been helping me, but instead he hid my measuring tape so I could not complete my task. I asked Bill what he had done with my tape measure and his responce was that I could buy one at any hardware store I told him he best hand it over so I could get the fucking machine caught up, so he did. Later on in the shift he started throwing wet stock around and I told Bill to cut the bullshit out or else.
As the shift went on Bill continued to do his hoarsing around and I finally lost it. I went to the back beater grabbed some wet stock went over put Bill in a headlock and rubbed the wet stock into his golden locks. When I let him go Bill took a swing at me and I moved back and it missed, this was the moment I'd been waiting for I swung and hit him in the face and dropped him to the floor and that was the end of Bill fucking with me.

Things- Two

2005-01-31T15:41:00.000-05:00

I've had to wear glasses ever since I was in the first grade. Friends and people I know and have'nt known have made fun of them through out my years of exsistance. I have done my share of making fun of people so what goes around comes around right. My left eye is what is called a lazy eye the muscle never fully developed. The eye doctor at that time put me in glasses rather than trying me with a patch over the right to strenghten the muscle. As I matured I realized just how fortunate I was to have my eye sight, because so many people don't even have that opertunity and I had a lot to be grateful for rather then sitting around wallowing in self pitty. I 'm very grateful to be able to see the beautiful things and even the ugly things that surround me. I've excepted the fact that I will wear glasses the rest of my living days. The eye doctor said that I could where contacts but I would still need a weaker pair, my reply was what would be the sence, if I can'nt rid myself of them all together I'll stay with what I have. my glasses are a part of me now just like my eyes are. Oh, before I forget the glasses I wear are on thick side because of the strengh of them, although advancements in technology over the years has decreased the thickness concidreabally. The lenses are now plastic rather then glass which makes them a lot lighter on the old snoz if you know what I mean.

Myself

2005-01-28T13:40:00.000-05:00

I was born in Newark, New Jersey Sept. 30, 1955 lived there about one year and a half then we came to Maine. I've lived here ever since except for a short stint in Boca Raton, Florida. I found out at a young age that my fingers were very sticky and when I got caught my mom sent me to live with my great aunt and uncle. I quit high school the beginning of my junior year and got my diploma from an adult education program. At age eighteen I fell in love, but the young lady was just that to young and I had to let go so she could spread her wings and find her place in this here world. I had worked for her dad as an electicians helper for a while shortly after we met but he had to let me go do to the jealousy of a much more experienced co-worker and I understood. My next job was with Eastern Fine Paper in Brewer, Me. and stayed employed their for nearly 29 years before the place shut down, which I feel was due more to mismanagement. In 1978 I met the second love of my life and we got married in 1981. This woman dam near drove me insane because I could never seem to convince her of my love or my loyalty to her. In 2000 I had divorce papers served and that really hurt and in 2002 it was finalized. In this same year by God's grace I reunited with my first love whom I touched on earlier. More to say, but running out of room. GOOD DAY!!

personal clutter

2005-01-28T13:19:00.000-05:00

He has asure fired way of saving and storing things on the dining room table. I'll bet to most indiduals who stop by for a visit think that the table is a discusting mess and that the creator of this cluttered table has not a clue to what organization is. Thay probally thing in their minds what in hell the rest of the living quaters look like and how he may have been brought up by his parents. His table top of collections appear to be a dump, but I'll bet if he were asked where something was he would fined it in a heart beat.

cource problems

2005-01-28T08:21:00.000-05:00

I'm sure as I'm sitting here in class that I do'nt have a clear understanding of what's going on yet. John you sure seem to have a uniqe way of teaching and I like it. I have been out of school for over thirty years and never considered myself a good student. In high school I spent my time getting stoned and being a disturbance in class, not a good way to get an education. On the list thing I'm not sure what your looking for. Just a little more on my high school days. I quit the beginning of my junior year and finished my schooling in an adult education program offered at H.O.M.E Co-Op where I was working through a job co-op through the high school I had been atending. I now realize what a mistake this was.

Worst Teacher

2005-01-27T10:04:00.000-05:00

She made me feel like a real fool one day. In class one day she was asking us students the meaning of words and was going around the class room row by row giving each pupil a chance at a particuler word and we had to tell her what the word's meaning was. When she got around to me my word was parade. I had been listening to the other students responces and realized some of the words had more then one meaning so I answered that I did'nt know the meaning to the word parade. I obvisally knew the meaning, because I had been to several and had watched many a parades on TV. My responce because other words had more than one meaning was I did'nt know the meaning to the word parade. Needless to say the teacher became very upset with my reply and came over to my desk and slapped me upside my crainium and asked me if I had been in a dark closet all my life my responce was no. This is my worst experience with a teacher in a classroom.

Hands

2005-01-26T08:45:00.000-05:00

I often wonder what I'd do if I were to loose the use of my hands. As a young adelesant I was very abusive to the hands that make it possible for me to do so many things, this continued on into my teenage and young adult years. When I was young when I'd loose myself control I would take my fists and punch door casings, my steel bed frame, doors, and even punched a stop sign once. The punch to the stop sign dam near done my right hand in, my ring finger nuckle swelled up and it was very difficult to use the hand for a while. One would expect I'd learned a valueble lesson from this experience but it took a few more years before I finally matured to the point of realizing that the hands I have had to be taken care of. At this point I had to lean self control so I would not cripple the use of these very valuble tools.