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I can't believe, 18 slides of powerpoint for biology. Owe!!!!!!!

Cody "D Piddy" Rehberg

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Little Big Town

Congrats to Little Big Town on their first #1 hit, Boondocks. I wish you all the best and hope to see you grow & prosper.

New Book

Go buy The Echo of Death by Daniel Gaultney today. A great mystery book, it is available at http://www.amazon.com.

Robby Crossing The Finish Line At Daytona

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My 8th Grade Research Paper

Elizabethan Marriage Customs

“Judy, will you marry me?”
“Of course Joe.”
In modern times this is the way you would propose to the girl that you loved. But in Elizabethan time, this was not so. Well, how do they get married then you ask? Why, let me tell you about the engagement, marriage, and divorce in the Elizabethan times.
In Elizabethan times, engagement was actually called bethoral. But the true fun of bethoral was actually getting to it. Usually the parents picked who you would marry, sometimes as early as age seven! (Marriage and Family) You had no say in it at all! Then, a dowry was promised to the husband and his family in goods, money, or property. It was to help certify the marriage. (Patricia 49) Then the husband’s family guarantees a jointure that guarantees her welfare should her husband die first. (Christensen 178) Now to finally get to the fun part, the actual wedding.
The wedding itself is fairly simple. First though, the crying of banns must be done on three consecutive holy days. Basically, in the church of the husband and wife they announce their plans to get married. This gives people time to voice any objections and find any pre-contracts. Now, on wedding day the bride and groom usually just wear their best Sunday clothes. (Marriage and Family) That’s right, no fancy white dress that is four foot wide. Then, the wedding is pretty much like nowadays. The vows are said, the bride and groom get their rings, and they kiss. Usually, a bridal ale is held by the now married couple to raise money. The bride sells ale (a favorite drink of the time) at the highest price possible to her friends and family. (Patricia 49) Now the part the man likes, it’s time to go home and have a few kids, since that is the goal of marriage in these times. In fact, it was considered foolish to marry for love. That is yet again correct, no marrying just because you like someone. But what happens if you want to get away from the other person or if the other person dies. Well, that is the topic of our next paragraph.
Now, luckily many provisions were put in the wedding contract for divorce and death. In this time, divorce was fairly simple if you were Catholic. You both consent to it and it is done. Also, one could withdraw unilaterally if the other is seriously disfigured, proves to be married to another person, or if a long separation has occurred between them. (Marriage and Family) Being Protestant was a little bit harder, since you can’t apply to the Pope. You have to get an Act of Parliament! So as you can see, Protestants didn’t get divorced much in this period. (Marriage and Family) But death is truly more important than divorce because of some strange contracts. Now, the man is just out if the woman dies, but if the man dies before the woman then the jointure comes into play. She gets that money, goods, etc. and is entitled to 1/3 of his estates after the bills are paid. So to tell you the truth, the wedding doesn’t really benefit the woman much, but the jointure sure does.
So as this paper comes to a close, let’s review what we have seen about weddings in the Elizabethan period. We have seen everything from the engagement of the man and woman to divorce and death. Oh, and we can’t forget about the wedding itself. Now how about me telling you a little bit about how John and Judy are doing today. They are very successful and all I can say about them and this paper is,

“I do!”
Honey, hold on, not that kind of “I do”. Oh drats, now see what you made me do? Now I have to get married!

The Coca-Cola Story

“ Oh no! Don’t drink me!!!”
This was the scene one afternoon at a baseball game while some dorky little kid tried to drink me. If you can’t tell already, I am a soda can, and this is my story.
To tell you the truth, I have lived a fairly simple life. I was canned at the Coca-Cola plant in Atlanta, Georgia. In fact, I am a Coke. Well, after I was made I got stuck in the back of an eighteen-wheeler. Can you believe the rotten luck? I got stuck by a bottle of Sprite. Talk, talk, talk, for over 1000 miles all he did was talk!
Still, everything was ok until we got to what these stupid humans call a “store”. It seems to be a place where they sell items for something called “cash”. Well, I got stuck on a shelf where I sat, all by myself, for 3 days. Finally, this dorky little kid comes up to me. I guess he was thirsty, because he took off out of the store without even paying.
Well, I figured that I was going to go to this boy’s house, but no, we’re going to a baseball game. So, as this boy sits down to watch the game, he reaches for my can tab to pop me open. That is when I yell no, but it is too late. I am as open as a car door with a boy getting in. So as the boy sits down to enjoy me, I keep thinking to myself, now what? I am not so worried about being drunken then about what happens afterwards. I have heard all kinds over horrible stories about melting pots and crushing chambers, and I don’t want to be in that situation. So as he finished, I take a big breath and wham, right into a garbage can.
So, I am sitting in this garbage can thinking about what to do know when this old homeless hobo grabs me and takes me to this “recycling center”. He receives some of that “money” stuff I told you about earlier and I am stuck in another one of those trailers. Well, after a through cleaning I ended up nowhere else but the Coke bottling plant again. So as we speak right now I am getting new coke put in me and…
“Oh no! Not the trailer again!”

Once Upon a Time...

Once the grass on this earth was not green, it was pink. Well, the people of one tribe, the Ohakuans, did not like this pink grass. They thought that the grass should be purple. Well, this angered the neighboring tribe, the Timbokians. They liked the grass being pink. Because of this, the Timbokians decided that they should make a raid on the Ohakuans before they were able to turn the grass purple with their magical pigments, which they had obtained many years earlier from the great god Rigitigafha. So the very next day, they decided to conduct the raid before daylight.
Well, the raid turned out to be a massacre. Many Timbokians and Ohakuans were killed. In fact, they ended up killing so many of each other that only 33 Timbokians and 17 Ohakuans were left. So, of course the remaining Timbokians thought they had won. They acted like a bunch of babies, jumping up and down and yelling Hurrah! But just about then, one of the Timbokians noticed that, no, it couldn’t be, the grass was green! The Ohakuans green blood had spread all across the world and turned all the grass green. And then can you believe that after all this fighting, the both liked the color green and decided to leave it be. So that is why the grass is green.

My Latest Paper (Narrative)

Joe Bob’s Misadventures
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Or maybe it was just the worst of times. It was lunchtime at Stupid Elementary School in Rehbergville, Georgia. Joe Bob was glaringly looking over his history paper. In red ink was the grade fifteen, which if you don’t know is an F-. Now Joe Bob knew that he was as good as dead because his parents were going to kill him if they ever saw this paper. He couldn’t hold back his anger any longer. “YOU, YOU, YOU DANG BLASTED SON OF A GUN!” he screamed. Everyone in the lunchroom stopped and everything was as quiet as a moonless night. “Sorry,” Joe Bob said. “I didn’t mean to disturb anyone.”
“Eh, having a little trouble there are you little buddy,” said Rainsford as he waltzed into the cafeteria only seconds later.
“No, I was just talking to the Pope,” Joe Bob said sarcastically.
Just as Rainsford started to make a smart remark back KABASH!, a flying saucer came tumbling into the lunchroom from in the sky.
“What in the world???” was all Joe Bob could say.
“SFTUQUDSAITIOFJKTJASDFOIFJSDTIFOFJ,” said a lime green alien who had just appeared from the space ship.
“What the heck does that mean?” Rainsford asked inquisitively.
“That means we’re about to do some serious human butt kicking here in a couple of seconds,” said another lime green alien who had just appeared out of the same space ship and was now standing on top of the saucer with about, oh, another 3, 414 aliens. “Fire!!”
“Holy…” was all that Joe Bob could manage to get out of his little mouth before all heck broke loose. The aliens started firing their quantum laser bazookas, which meant blowing up kids, shrubs, and thankfully the “powerful meatball surprise” that they had been having for lunch that day.
“Ooh, that meatball surprise looked better on the plate,” Rainsford said.
“Don’t worry about that, lets get out of here before we get blown into pieces of flesh the size of those green beans!” Joe Bob screamed to Rainsford.
“Ok, but I’m taking my soda with me,” said Rainsford imploringly.
“Oh, shut up about your stupid soda and come on!” Joe Bob exclaimed while tugging on Rainsford’s shoulder. But before they could even begin to move they were zapped to an alien planet.
“Ouuuh, it sure is cold all of a sudden… what the… where the heck are we?” Rainsford said calmly.
“Man, this day just keeps getting worse,” Joe Bob uttered below his breath.
“Well turn around and you will see that things are about to get a lot worse,” said an alien voice. Joe Bob didn’t even look. He just jumped right off the cliff they were standing on down into the pounding deep blue ocean below.
“Noooo!” yelled Rainsford as his friend jumped off the cliff.
“Don’t worry, it isn’t him we want, it is you, we want you to be our king,” said the alien who Rainsford had just turned around to see.
“After what you made my friend, well now former friend, do, why would I?” Rainsford said angrily.
“Because you get free food, hot chicks and twenty servants,” the alien said hopefully.
“Throw in a king sized hot tub and it’s a deal,” Rainsford said.
“You got yourself a deal,” said the alien. And to this day, Rainsford is still the king of Okyipquiepr. Plus now his has twelve children and three wives. What happened to Joe Bob you ask? Well, lets just say the sharks ate well that night.

Brian

Just do a search on Google for "grafting pine trees" and you will find all kinds of cool stuff. If you don't have time to look around, I plan on printing off the interesting stuff and bringing it to school tomorrow. :)