tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58356229393807923282024-03-12T19:24:29.909-07:00Tori's BlogTOE-REEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04357534907296490663noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835622939380792328.post-25458665375909170562009-02-24T09:46:00.000-08:002009-02-26T09:35:03.425-08:00Where should the $10,000 go?I think that the $10,000 should go to buying a new house. This way, all of the family could benefit from the money. All of them are cramed inside of a little apartment and buying a new house will let them spread out and not get on each others nerves so easily. Instead of choosing just one person to benefit from the money this is the only option that will pretty much make every family member happy. Getting out of their old house will take a lot of stress out of their lives. Buying a house is the best choice for the whole family!TOE-REEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04357534907296490663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835622939380792328.post-84480514005970851732009-02-24T09:30:00.000-08:002009-02-24T09:46:39.741-08:001950's Southside Chicago<div><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Chicago in the 1950's<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8r-OcA2gpQ/SaQw7C9EM0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/29VmLt5Bn1o/s1600-h/chicago.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306420051912700738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m8r-OcA2gpQ/SaQw7C9EM0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/29VmLt5Bn1o/s320/chicago.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306421051363265458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8r-OcA2gpQ/SaQx1OMpi7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/piN8VuaCiok/s320/1950s_Chicago_Chet.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306421395219232098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8r-OcA2gpQ/SaQyJPKTNWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kgeamzPsSJI/s320/molloys-4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div>TOE-REEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04357534907296490663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835622939380792328.post-23770001116722918972009-02-11T09:30:00.000-08:002009-02-18T09:56:17.680-08:00Show not Tell Essay<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The Day Was Cold<br /></span><a name="_Toc221675129"></a><a name="_Toc221675036"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">By, Tori Singley</span></a><span style="color:#333399;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#333399;"><p></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304191976690691202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8r-OcA2gpQ/SZxGf_8gLII/AAAAAAAAAAM/vLsG4mRjUCQ/s320/storm.bmp" border="0" /><br />Table of Contents<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5835622939380792328#_Chapter_1">Chapter 1</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5835622939380792328#_Chapter_2">Chapter 2</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5835622939380792328#_Chapter_3">Chapter 3</a><br /><br />Contents<br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5835622939380792328#_Toc221675129"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5835622939380792328#_Toc221675130">Chapter 1. 1</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5835622939380792328#_Toc221675131">The First Steps Outside. 1</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5835622939380792328#_Toc221675132">Chapter 2. 2</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5835622939380792328#_Toc221675133">My Long for Summer 2</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5835622939380792328#_Toc221675134">Chapter 3. 2</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5835622939380792328#_Toc221675135">The End of a Dreadful Day. 2</a><br /><br /><a name="_Toc221675130"></a><a name="_Chapter_1"></a><span style="color:#ccffff;">Chapter 1<br /></span><a name="_Toc221675131"><span style="color:#ccffff;">The First Steps Outside</span></a><span style="color:#ccffff;"><br /><br /></span>As I walked outside I could feel the biting wind nipping at my face. It was unbearable and I knew that the day was going to be dreadful. As I got into my sister’s car to go to school, sitting on her leather seats was almost like sitting on a block of ice. When her car started and made that clinking sound, she noticed that her heater didn’t work. Both of us were as angry as we could get. It was the worst day to have this happen.<br /><br /><a name="_Toc221675132"></a><a name="_Chapter_2"></a><span style="color:#33ccff;">Chapter 2<br /></span><a name="_Toc221675133"><span style="color:#33ccff;">My Long for Summer</span></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193456293617906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8r-OcA2gpQ/SZxH2H5VIPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yVtiHPbopWg/s320/beach.bmp" border="0" /> Just looking at the frost on the houses made me long for summer even more. I miss the smell of the blooming flowers , the taste of fresh apples from my garden, and the beautiful sound of waves crashing on the beach.<br />On our way to school I was thankful I dressed for the worst. In my sweats, sweatshirt, and hobo gloves I thought I’d be warm and toasty but little did I know…it was thirty five degrees.<br /><a name="_Toc221675134"></a><a name="_Chapter_3"></a><br /><span style="color:#996633;">Chapter 3<br /></span><a name="_Toc221675135"><span style="color:#996633;">The End of a Dreadful Day</span></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193973899845890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8r-OcA2gpQ/SZxIUQIRYQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PXYfpWB0LUs/s320/hot+chocolate.bmp" border="0" /><br />Watching the rain fall and hit the ground, I wondered why the days of winter went by so slow. All I wanted to do was be in my warm house drinking a nice, big, warm cup of hot cocoa. The chocolate was embracing my tastebuds, with marshmallows floating on top like clouds, all bundled up in blankets. I couldn’t wait for this awful day to be over.TOE-REEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04357534907296490663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835622939380792328.post-65181859591680091352009-02-10T09:52:00.001-08:002009-02-10T09:52:42.925-08:00First blog!This is my very first blog!TOE-REEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04357534907296490663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835622939380792328.post-19625018390670443012009-02-10T09:51:00.000-08:002009-02-10T09:52:05.445-08:00First blogThis is my first blog!TOE-REEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04357534907296490663noreply@blogger.com0