When I was researching the rescue of the Jews in the holocaust I was shocked to find that when we were ending the war the Nazis were still trying to kill the Jews. They were still putting them in gas chambers and such.
Another thing although its not really apart of my part in the story but, while I was reading stories I saw a picture of a hug metal tub type thing filled with wedding rings. That is just wrong, the Nazis took everything from them they took their pride, their family, their wedding rings, and they took many peoples lives. That is just to horrible to imagine.
We could never think it happening to ourselves but the times are getting bad again and this just might start again, against Christians you never know what could happen.
To lighten the mood I decided I will show you my haiku.

Spring is here don’t fear,
Flip flops tank tops warm weather,
Then why is it cold?

For starters I would like to begin by saying that I am about to start sounding like Dr.Seuss. I do not like to use the computer, I do not like blogs, I do not like them in a bog I do not like them wearing clogs, I do not like them bob, I do not like writing blogs. I do have reasons I am not saying they are not a good idea, I never said that, we live in a computer world. The thing about computers though, they do not like me they can be very rude sometimes. While I am typing I am pretty sure the keyboard keys move so I must always keep a watchful eye over them lest they move again. This completely messes me up with me trying to keep the keyboard in line I forget what I was thinking about. I get very distracted for example just now a little green line showed up and where this sentences is an even better one was forgotten. That sentences will never be able to enjoy being on a piece of paper where it can fit in and be loved. I am a paper pencil (or pen) type of girl. Now Google I can handle the mouse actually likes me I think, no reason I need to stare it down to make sure it does its job. I can do research but any typing assignments just mess me all up.

My book review is completely past due but it is better to write it down then never to at all. My book Princetta is about a girl, she is the only heir to the throne hence the name Princetta, she is to be married. I know you are surprised that always happens right. Well there of course is a twist, she does not want to be married, please close your jaw I know how shocked you are so please calm down. She runs away with her lady in waiting who is also her best friend, in other words it starts off as a normal story. There is a hero, a villain, a mystery, and a perfect fairytale but the author pulled it off magicly. There is a twist I will not tell you what it is but I will admit as much of the story that you know will happen there are many parts that you have no idea. So, is it a good book? That I’ll let you find out for yourself.

letters

The president I believe might win this election is Obama although I would rather John McCain. The reason I believe this is to me Obama is like Hitler he has a way of speaking no matter how crazy the idea is people believe it because the way he talks he can make you want to support him. I would rather have John McCain because the things he believes in for example abortion, education, and many others. So I write my letter to senator Obama because I believe he will end up being president of the united states.

My pioneer is my father he has came through many hardships that many people have not seen. My dad when he was younger grew up with drinking. When he was ten his parents divorced like many other children’s parents did. He and his brother lived mostly with their mom and step-dad. They moved often but mostly lived in Evening Shade Arkansas. When he was a teenager he got involved with drugs and alcohol. When he was eighteen he met Sheila Reynolds, she was fifteen. When my Sheila was sixteen she became pregnant with me. When my father was a few days off from his twentieth birthday he was riding in the backseat of a black mustang convertible with the top down with his friend Dusty driving and one of dusty’s friend in the passenger seat. They were going pretty fast about a hundred or so when they went off the road and hit a tree. Dusty was killed instantly. The friend had leaned down to light a cigarette, the only time I will ever say a cigarette saved a life. The friend was jammed under the dashboard and only suffered back problems. My dad flew one hundred feet from the tree they hit breaking many bones shattering some others. My dad doesn’t remember much from then but he has what the police report says. He was found and taken to the children’s hospital where the doctors said he wouldn’t survive the night they told my nanna my dad’s mom that they would call her when he died there wasn’t much hope. After I was born I was taken to see my dad in the hospital my family told him that he had to get better that I needed a dad. Three weeks later my dad could walk. But then there was another problem fluid had built up around his spinal cord putting him in a wheelchair to stay. My dad has been through so much, and yet he still lives despite what the doctors thought, and he’s know fighting for Jesus however far his wheelchair takes him.