TROYY !!

Who are these spartans to come and try to take Helen?

She is ours! as promised by the great goddess of Aphrodite

Who is to tell us that the most beautiful women on earth should not belong to the mighty Trojans?

But here are the greeks, outside our walls?



We shall send them home!

I promise you, if you stand by me the greeks will be gone

In a matter of days

In a matter of weeks



Keep your children and your wife safe!

These people are threathening our way of life

Together we shall unite!

And these cowards shall take fleet, scrambling their way home!



These walls will not fall

Our men shall not fail!

They may take our lives...

But Helen shall forever be Helen Of Troy!

Our families shall be kept safe

AND... WE... SHALL... PREVAIL!!!! :D

DustBowlStoryx3

I could still remember when the last drop of rain fell onto the palm of my hand. It was light, just a tiny drizzle, and then nothing. Absolutely nothing from that day on. Farmers nearby say it’s the fault of the government who urged us to grow lots of wheat for World War I. Times were good for farmers back then. A single bushel was bought for $2.30, more than twice the price it was before the war! We all thought we were going to make it big someday so we purchased as much land as we could afford and sometimes we would even buy it on credit. It would be easy to pay back the debt after we were piled under loads of money right? Except we never got that money. The tractors we were thankful for during the Roaring 20s and World War I destroyed the natural grasses that held the soil in place. The soil was then set loose in a frantic frenzy, building up, covering the sky entirely!

When I first saw the large black wave coming rapidly from the distance I swore the world was ending. I barely got both my feet inside the door before my entire farm was swallowed in darkness. Then I just stood there, by the window, dumbfounded. I could feel my daughter barely 5 years of age tugging on my skirt while screaming “Mommy! What is that?” I couldn’t get myself to answer for I didn’t know myself. As I stared into the darkness, I could see tiny specks and that’s when I realized it was dust. Dust from the farms, dust that we had abused for years, and now it was getting its revenge. There seemed like there was no end, and that the rest of our lives were going to be spent in vast darkness. When I finally snapped out of complete shock, I realized my children were sitting, huddled together on the floor with our Golden Retriever Timbo. They were shivering and the look on their faces made it clear to me that I was the only thing they had. No matter what circumstances I had to be strong.

I gathered them in my arms and told them everything was going to be okay. This dust won’t go on forever I promised, and it didn’t. Several hours later the sky slowly relieved us of the dark blanket that covered us, blinding us of everything. As if planned, my daughter and my son grabbed one of my hands each and we walked slowly out, linked as one. The site we saw was truly amazing. Everything was buried under dust with only the tops of the tractors my husband bought years before peeping out. While I panicked about how we would make our living, I realized my husband never returned from a friend's house a couple of miles down.

He had left just minutes before the storm hit and now I was terrified about the thought that after I have lost everything I would lose him as well. After shoving my children inside and yelling for them to stay, I began my long journey. Half jogging and half sprinting, I made it there in about a hour. When I arrived, I saw that my friends were also absorbing the site in. I nearly knocked them over as I frantically asked if my husband was safe. To my terror they stared blankly at me as if they I was speaking a whole other language. Slowly they brought me inside as I began to sob uncontrollably. Eventually after many attempts to listen to my story as I sniffled and cried, they informed me that my husband had never arrived. This could only mean one thing, my husband was buried under that dark blanket and unlike us, would never see the light again. As this thought dawned on me, me vision began to blur and then finally I lost all my strength entirely. I fell over, unconscious unable to fight anymore.

When I finally awoke, I saw my neighbors standing over me with a worried look on their faces. I couldn’t exactly remember what had just happened and where I was until I saw outside the window, the dust covered field that stretched on for miles. Then everything came rushing back, the dark wave approaching, huddling there with my children, rushing over to my neighbors home, and finally, finding out that my husband was gone. It was too much and I burst into tears all over again. My neighbors just stood there for a moment, not really knowing what they should do and then came over. They sat with me, silently comforting and supporting me. They didn’t grow impatient, just sat for as long as I needed. When I finally did stop, I knew I had to return home and tell my children the news. They deserved to know the truth and hear it from me, not anyone else. Getting up slowly, I walked out the door, leaving my supporters sitting there watching me go. They probably wondered if they would see me again but at that point I didn’t care. I had just lost the most important person in my life and didn’t have time for any explanations.

With nothing to rush for anymore, I slowly, in a daze I walked home, letting my feet take me where they take me. After what seems to be hours of wandering, I finally reach the doorsteps of my home. Wearily I climbed inside and remained zombie like as my children ran up to me asking about their father. At the mention of their father and my beloved husband, I began to tear up. Carefully, I told them about what I learned on my visit to our neighbors, trying not to make things worse than they already were. Things didn’t work out how I planned for they understood everything I was saying. Their father was gone and was never coming back. We were now alone in the world, left alone to fight for our own lives. All three of us stood there, heads bowed, letting out our sorrows out. When the final tears dried, I got the children ready for bed as I made plans of what to do next. Deeply saddened by the thought of my children going to bed hungry, I apologized but I knew this was a time for conserving.

Our land was destroyed, and with that, our ways to make a living were also destroyed. There seemed like no possible way to come out alive. That’s when I had it, for the first time in my life, I thought of killing myself and my children to end the suffering. I mean why continue fighting when there was no hope? When we had lost everything already? Just then, at that very moment I heard my daughter mumble in her sleep, "No mommy, don’t leave us too. Please!" I then realized, no, we haven’t lost everything yet. We still have each other and even though my husband was no longer here, he was watching from another place. I knew he wouldn’t want me to give up, let alone murder my own children, and so I decided we will get out of this alive, together, and stronger than ever. I gently whispered to my daughter, "Don't worry. Mommy is not going anywhere. I'm right here."

That was the first dust storm that hit my small home town in Oklahoma. It seemed like everyday, over and over the blanket of dust would cover us for hours at a time, reminding and haunting us of the past. Things were not easy for us without a man to take charge but we wouldn’t give up that easily. We created a working system with me doing the farm work and my children keeping watch. Whenever they saw the dust quickly approaching, they would yell to me out in the farm. Together we would take cover in our sealed up home until the raging dust had past. Although we tried to cover every gap that we could find, dust still seeped through. We couldn’t avoid breathing it in, even with the damp cloths that we wore to cover our mouths. The food we ate crunched with dust, the drinks we drank left a grainy texture in our mouths, and the air we breathed seemed to never be quite clean, even after hours of swabbing the dirt out our nostrils.

Day after day the storms raged on and it seemed everyday we would hear of neighbors fleeing the state to a promise land known as California. Everyone who got the chance to leave wished us luck and promised us they would get help. I knew though, that there was nothing they could. They were escaping and we weren’t, we were stuck here, left alone again to fight for ourselves. The crops that I tried my best to gather everyday were barely enough to survive on. We scraped by though and were considered one of the lucky ones. Others, whose land were completely destroyed and unable to grow anything were left to starve. Door to door they would go, asking people for a donation but they all knew that no one had anything to give at this point. When they showed up at my door though, I couldn’t bear to turn them down. I thought of how it would feel to be rejected constantly, time and time again, for just a little bit of food. I brought them inside and gave them each some fresh baked bread. It was all I could afford to give up but they seemed appreciative. They bowed their heads and thanked me repeatedly then left. I learned that day that we should all support one another and not let people starve just because it wasn't your family.

One day that I will never forget started as any other day. I was soaked with sweat, and was working over my crops, harvesting as must as I could. I guess I wandered too far from my home since when my children cried out to me I couldn’t hear them. Only when I got up to wipe a bead of sweat from my brow did I see my children running toward me screaming at me frantically to make a run for it. That was when I turned around to see the mountain of dust only a couple hundred feet away and rapidly approaching. I made my way as fast as I could toward my home that seemed miles and miles away. I was only a few feet away, with my children at my side when the dust engulfed us. The dust blinded us, choked us and swallowed us. As I heard the frantic cries of my children calling out to me, I dropped all the crops I held in my hand. I grabbed on tightly to their shaky, sweaty palms. They seemed so fragile and weak as I pulled them inside despite the strong gusts of winds.

Once inside, I quickly shut the door and used all my strength to keep it shut. Both my children sat on the floor blinded and hopeless. I knew I was the only one who could save them now. The storm would rage on for a couple of more hours or so and the hospitals must be packed. I grabbed the buckets of savored water that we kept for emergencies only and used it to clean them off. They seemed to know that I was trying my hardest to save them as they sat there, clutching onto my skirt. When I finally got the dust off, we sat there for a moment thankful to be alive. Weeks after, President Franklin Roosevelt began some new programs to help farmers like me. The two programs WPA and the AAA were some of the greatest programs started in the New Deal. Word spread quickly with the little bit of neighbors that remained. When I first heard about the programs, they gave me hope and also courage to keep going. They showed me that we weren't alone and that President Franklin Roosevelt was out there fighting for us as well. Despite his efforts, the Dust Bowl didn't end until 1940, when World War II began. My children unfortunately lived their entire childhoods covered under the dark shadow of the dust.

Lizziesaurous ;D

well dis post hea ish gunna be all bout dee babes lizzie!!! she ish oh so special to me and i luv her soooo much... && i jus wanted to show off mah beautiful pikkcha up above ^^ LoLs. ii known dis liddle gurl since 6th grade buht it seems like 4everrr. she maddd ohdee RaNdoM && kewl... alwayz readinqq big harry potter books... smh. sucha bookworm ((buht a sexii bookworm < 3)) Da lastt time i saw her was lyke 3 months ago buht she still mahh bestiee !! Promise to keep in touch lizzie baybeh? Buht yew shud neverr tell her bout ur problems cuz she gunna try to be ur theripist && say errythinqqs okaii && dat thinqqs cud be worse xD UGH it drives me crazii !! makes me wanna throw baybeh puppies against mah wall !!! speakinqq of puppies... dun get a snake near her or she will STEAL iht !!! sowwy lizzie if i blew ur coverr El Oh Els. Well im runninqq outa stuff to say so ima jus end dis postt. iiLy && iiMy babes !! Yew shud most deff ask ur mom to adopt me :'D

oh yeah && if yah mess wiff herr i will kikk yahh assess !!! Much luv Muahhzz ;] < 3

Mah Last Daii?

Humm... if todaii was mah last daii... i wuddd....

jump on a baluga whale and ride it to australiaa !! make a grasshopper hop wiffout grass? poke a squishy persiin , give a soooommaawrestler a piggy bakk ride to dee bank , skydive wiff noo parachutee ((haha dat wud make it definately mah last daii)) **Splatt** mucho? ;D climb 2 dee tippy top of mountt everestt... den slideeee all da way downn , run around naked screamin touchh mah bodyy LOLs (nawtt rlly...well... mayb xD) , jump on a trampalene , plant a tree unda dee waterr . da more water 4 a tree da better ritee? , blow up mah skewl , Burn BookS!!! , eat all dee stuffersz i thought wass weird , go up to a hobo and say dun do drugs && stay in skewl , den punch hym cuz hys face is dirtyy , tackle bill gates , tell mah mammii to stop eating popsticles!! , brake dance on a table ((pshh yeahh ritee)) , spin a dradel , learn how to spell physcic -.- i hate dat wordd , draw a monkey on mah sokks , write marinara sauce errywhere! and yesh dat includes ur forehead ;D teehee , hug a baboon , kikk a elephant && make it run into a cow which sayz Moo && gets in a elevatorrr rides it to dee top of dee empire state building && jumps out dee window crushin a liddle innocent bistanderrr **deep breath** which splats on dee floor =] , smakk a monkey wiff a banananaa , share a hot dog wiff dora dee explora denn shave haa head , Hugg Taylor Lautnerr && put hym ona leash so he ish alwayz wiff mee >>iiLuvHym<< , tell mah babes i luv dem ((yah kno who yew is)) , purr like a kitty katt , press dee liddle red button .. wuhteva dat does , fly wiff a alien , get a mohawkk && gel it ohdee spikeyy && dye it green!! , cut an uniicorns horn offa hys head , gluu baby hippos to a pineapple , pet mah pet snakee ((yesh yesh lizzie jealous)) , replace mah shoelaces wiff a worm xD , meet santaa claus && make hym gimme shieett i dun need ((he neva comes down mahh chimney on xmas =/ **sighhhs**)) , && scream mammii made me mash mah m&m's at mistaa mcCormickk

TeeHee Dee End ;D

Kay Kay's Space ;D

Ima dedicate dis liddle space ritee hea to dee babes Keziah!! El Oh Els ((if yuh dunno wuht dat means yuh got sum serious problems)) We been going tree yearzz strong now D++11.29.08++D and dayumm i luv dis sexii beast soo muchh. She alwayz gawtt me Lmfao and makkin mah parents think im crazii buht im okaii wiff dattt . xD Yeah yeah she cud be a b**itchh buht she MY b**itchh . && if any of yah got a problem wiff datt yuh can jus get @ me >>crumblyco0ki3zz<< . Miss yuh soooo much KayKayy **sumtimes i jus wanna kidnap haaa and keep haa wiff mee 24/7 forevaa and alwayz ;D** iiLuvYuhh

Mah FaV s0NGz!!

mhmm well dis prolly gunna onlii last for lyke a week cuz i change mah mind rlly fast xD

numero Uno! - Speechless ((Lady GaGa))
numero... um dos? (2) - Yesturdaii ((Toni Braxton & Trey SongZ))
numero tres (3) - SoLo ((Jason DerulO))
numero quartro (4) - Dancing In Dee Dark ((Lady GaGa))
numero cinco (5) - BroKen Record ((Jason DerulO))
numero seis (6) - Two Ish Betta Den One ((Boiiz Like Gurlz & Taylor Swift))
numero siete (7) - CrawL ((Chris Brown))
numero ocho (8) - PapeRs ((UsheR))
numero nueve (9) - TranzforM Yah ((Chris Brown & LiL WaynE))
numero uhmm... ten (10) - DA ELMO SONG ;D

Puh-leaz excuse mah bad spanish. Dat wud be da reason i got kikked outa spanish class and ish writing dis post riteee Now xD

GIR IS A SMEXII BEAST ;D