My Turtles

I love all of my turtle very much! I have had them for 5 years and they are suppose to live for decades, so they aren't going any where any time soon. I have four of them and they each have their own personalities. When I first got them, they each were the size of a quarter. Now Samantha is bigger than your hand, and the others are catching up.

This is Ben. Such a good boy, looking at the camera. He is a yellow belly turtle.

This is Samantha. She is humongo!! Samantha is a red eared turtle. OH MY GOODNESS she really is HUGE!!!

Dicken here is the sweetest. I LOVE him. When I first got him he was Noname because I did not know what to name him. Then I read the Secret Garden which has a character named Dicken. So, there you go. He is the smallest and a yellow belly.

These last two pictures are of Scraper. He was really afraid of the camera. I don't know why. He is weird. I named him Scraper because I brought him home in a brown bag and he scraped a hole in it. HAHAHAHA! He is also the reason why I have Ben and Samantha. Scraper escaped and was gone for eight days. If an aqua turtle if out of the water for more than 3-5 days, well you know.I got the yellow bellies so Samantha wouldn't be lonely, then I found Scraper. That is why I have four turtles. Scraper is a red eared turtle.

Good Books for the Month of October!

"The Kidnapping of Christina Lattimore"
By: Joan Lowery Nixon
Winner EDGAR AWARD Best Young Adult Mystery

Back Cover- Kidnapping victim?
Or criminal mastermind?
Christina spots the masked man in the dark, lonely parking lot-but too late. She's grabbed, drugged, and whisked off to a dingy basement, where she struggles to stay alive.
When her family pays the kidnappers' ransom, Christina thinks her ordeal is over.... but then discovers that her family thinks she orchestrated her own kidnapping! Christina is desperate. How far will she go to prove her innocence?

"Exciting and fast-paced"- Publishers weekly

"Readers are kept in suspense right up to the final pages."- School Library Journal



"CRANK"

By: Ellen Hopkins
The New York Times bestseller

Back Cover- Kristina is the perfect daughter: gifted high school junior, quiet, never any trouble. Then she meets the monster: crank. An what begins as a wild ride turns into a struggle for her mind, her soul- her life.




"Night"
By: Elie Wiesel
Winner of the Nobel Peace Prize

Back Cover- Born in the town of Sighet, Transylvania, Elie Wiesel was a teenager when he and his family were taken from their home in 1944 to Auschwitz concentration camp, and then to Buchenwald. Night is the terrifying record of Elie Wiesel's memories of the death of his family, the death of his own innocence, and his despair as a deeply observant Jew confronting the absolute evil of man.....

"A slim volume of terrifying power."- The New York Times

"Wiesel has taken his own anguish and imaginatively metamorphosed it into art"- Curt Leviant, Saturday Review

"As human document, Night is almost unbearably painful, and certainly beyond criticism."- A. Alvarez, Commentary

It is amazing how many memories a stuffed animal can hold.

"Yep. I'm Good."

Lately, I have been trying to live the theory that it is easier to laugh than to cry. Then someone told me that sometimes you have to cry. I agreed with her. But, when it comes to little things, it is easier to laugh than to cry. Let me give you an example....... (This is for you, Melissa)

Once upon a time I was in geometry class. It was almost time to leave when the the people at my table ask me to give our homework to the teacher. So, being the oh so kind person I am, I grabbed the papers and started toward the teacher. Next thing I know I was on the ground. BWHAAAAAAA!!! I was laughing and the entire class was laughing(I even think my teacher was laughing). After laying there for a sec to take it all in and with hair all in my face, I got up and handed the homework papers to the teacher. He asked me if I was O.K., "Yep. I'm good." As I was still laughing and the rest of the class was laughing hysterically, I slowly and carefully made my way back to my seat. I sat down and realized that the three people at my table were laughing so hard that their faces were red. One girl kept telling me she was so sorry that she was laughing. I told her that it was fine because I was laughing just as hard as she was. And I live happily ever after with a bruised shin and a carpet burn.

After class, people were telling me that I had made there day. That made me feel really good. One girl told me that first I was vertical, then horizontal in the air, then lying on the ground. I thought that was funny. You see, my point is that, in this case, it was easy to laugh then to cry. Plus, I have a really good story to tell now!

P.S. I later found out that my foot got caught in these computer cords. That's how I fell. I hope I didn't mess up the computer! :D