Cody's Personal Happenings

New Powerpoint for Biology

2006-02-06T16:16:00.000-05:00

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

Cody "D Piddy" Rehberg

Test

2006-02-05T12:47:00.000-05:00

Will this come up on the main page?????

Try 2

2006-02-05T12:38:00.000-05:00

http://www.ucl.ac.uk/Pharmacology/dc-bits/fungi-pics1-04m.jpg

Little Big Town

2006-01-28T13:31:00.000-05:00

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

2006-01-28T13:27:00.000-05:00

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

2005-10-20T16:28:00.000-05:00

Get 'r Done!!!!

My 8th Grade Research Paper

2005-10-20T15:10:00.000-05:00

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

2005-10-20T14:58:00.000-05:00

“ 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...

2005-10-17T14:49:00.000-05:00

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)

2005-09-17T12:31:00.000-05:00

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

2005-09-07T15:01:00.000-05:00

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. :)

This Week's Game

2005-08-30T19:12:00.000-05:00

Who will win, TCCHS or Meadowcreek?

My Farm Book From Last Year

2005-08-30T15:39:00.000-05:00

“Joe, watch out!”
This was the scene as Joe and Cassy were out in the field one-day working for their dad on his farm. Now I know that you are ready to find out what’s going on, but hold on to that pony. Let us first see how in the heck we got to this point.
Joe and Cassy were two best friends who just happened to be brother and sister. In fact, they were both five foot seven inches and both weighed about 150 pounds. Their dad was a farmer and loved to work the land. He was about six foot and weighed about 170 pounds. At the ripe age of 54, he was considered old to his thirteen and fourteen year old children, but they did respect him since he had raised them single handedly. Why? Well their mother had died after she had them of unknown birth complications. But anyways, back to the story.
The children always knew what their jobs were after school in the spring. Joe was to get the John Deere Model 70 out in the field with the old four bottom plow that was too big for the tractor and start turning over the ground while his dad worked on the computer trying to get a hold of a seed dealer to get the corn and soybean seed for this year’s crop. Cassy was supposed to get the other tractor, a Ford Model 2N and hook up the three point harrow that had come with the tractor to follow Joe and finish off the field for planting. This usually took all of three days, but as our story starts they are already on day twelve, so father decides to call a meeting of the minds to see what is taking so long because he sees no reason why.
“Joe and Cassy, why is it taking so long to get the field ready for planting?”
“Because it is wet and we can’t go as fast as usual or we will get stuck.”
“Now Joe, you know that isn’t true, it hasn’t rained it weeks.”
“Well, I don’t care, it is definitely wet out there,” said Cassy.
“Fine, then you can get the field ready for planting, you big @!#@!” exclaimed Joe.
“Joe…Cassy…”
As you can see, the family is having a little bit of tension. Joe and Cassy think that the field is too wet to plow or harrow at high speeds, while their dad thinks that there is no problem with the ground since it hasn’t rained in weeks. Little does he know that the drainage tile that he installed just before the rain to help keep the field from being too wet are actually not letting the water run out like they are supposed to. Instead, they are trapping the water like a pond. So now Cassy and Joe have to find out some way to convince their dad that it is too wet to plow or harrow. So they decide that the only way to do this is to catch him when he is free and show him by driving the tractor in the normal plowing and harrowing gear, third, that the tractor will not stay up in the field.
Well, the next day their father decides that he wants to see for himself that the ground is too wet to plow. So he tells Cassy and Joe to get on their tractors and start plowing and harrowing in regular gear. Well, they do, and Cassy is actually doing okay with the 2N since it has power steering installed, but Joe is having a time with the manual steered John Deere 70. He is fishtailing like a well, fish, and decides to change gears. As he reaches down to change back to first, he takes his eyes off the field for a moment. The last thing he heard was his sister yell:
“Joe, watch out!”
The next thing that he knew he was at the hospital, lying in a bed without his legs.
“Sis, what happened?”
“You hit a tree and the tractor wrapped around you like a hotdog,” his sister said quietly.
“Where’s dad?” Joe inquired.
Just about that time, his dad walked in. After explaining to his son that he would be in a wheelchair for life, he broke down and cried. He just couldn’t take it. Never in his life had he thought that he would have to deal with his son not being able to farm. In fact, he had put in his will that his son would receive the seventy-five acres of land as soon as he died. Now what was he going to do?
“Dad, it will be alright, I will be fine.”
“I know son, but now you can’t farm”
All of a sudden it all hit Joe. He hadn’t thought about it, but he can’t farm if he can’t get up on the tractor. Or can he?
He decides to discuss a plan with his dad. Joe has worked during the day at a factory during the summer the past few years, and has $7000 in his savings account. After a little ingenuity and some work on some plans, he thinks he may be able to modify the 2N to allow him to get up on the tractor by pulling himself up and making everything controlled by hand. Ah yes, nothing like a little ingenuity from a country boy.
After seven weeks in the hospital in the recovery ward, Joe comes home to a joyful welcoming. Immediately, he gets Cassy to pull the 2N out to the shop so that he can work on it. After taking a class in welding the year before, Joe thinks that he is ready to work on this tractor. As parts start to arrive, Joe starts to get happier and happier. His dream of being able to farm again is happening right before his eyes.
Meanwhile, Joe’s dad is working away at another project that his son has asked him to do. The goal of the project is to make a special seat that will allow Joe to get up on top of the 2N and stay up there without falling off and possibly hurting himself or others with the tractor. After fourteen hours of long work, he is finally ready to show Joe the seat and see what he thinks of it. In the form of a miracle, just as he goes to show Joe the seat, Joe is coming to tell his dad that the tractor is done and is ready for the seat. After a little rejoicing, the seat is put on with great care and precision and Joe decides to test out the sweet old 2N. It may be nine o’ clock at night with the mosquitoes biting, but Joe doesn’t care, he wants to see if this setup is going to work. He hoists himself up on the tractor for the first time since the accident with great effort and turns the switch to see if the starter motor will crank. Ru, Ru, Vrrroom!
“Hey, Dad, it’s working!” Joe cried full of joy.
“Well, take her to the shed to get the plow,” Joe’s dad said.
Joe was happy to do so. He cuts on the headlights so he can see where he is going and heads out to the implement shed. His dad hooks up the new one bottom plow, which he got while Joe was in the hospital, to the three point and tells his son:
“Alright, do your thing!”
Well, Joe is happy to follow his dad’s orders and heads out directly to the field. He sets the plow down in the rich, fertile ground that hurt him so bad that day, and away he goes. He exclaims to his dad:
“Hey, it isn’t wet anymore after you replaced the drainage tiles!”
All his father could do was laugh. After seeing his son in the hospital he had softened up a great bit. He now knew the meaning of true love. About the time he started thinking about love, he starting thinking about his wife. She may be dead, but he knows that she is looking over him and his children. He says a little prayer and goes out to help his son. After all, what are dads for?

Epilogue

After this book was written, I got some more info on Joe. He is now 23 years old and is working for a welding company in Alabama. His first love is still farming, though, and he still does farm part-time. In fact, he still has the 2N that he modified as a child. Even though it is still his main farm tractor, he has also obtained a John Deere B and a Case VAC, both modified to allow him to work on them.
How about dad and Cassy? Well I have good news and bad news. First, the good news, Cassy is alive and well and is a top ranking business executive for a major firm but still has close ties to the land. In fact, she owns twenty of the seventy-five original farm acres. Now, for the bad news, Joe and Cassy’s dad died. It was tragic because he died the same way his son got hurt, working in the field. He was trying to pull a stump out of the ground one day, and the tractor couldn’t get it out of the ground, so it flipped instead. Unfortunately, it was an antique tractor and was not equipped with a Roll Over Protection Structure (ROPS), so he was killed instantly.
Still, even with their dad dead, the kids are doing great. With the family farm still in the family, there is nothing more for them to ask for. The last thing Joe told me was this:
“Well, at least it isn’t wet anymore!”

Daniel and Antonio

2005-08-30T15:34:00.000-05:00

Ok guys, this is where you need to comment about the "teaching session" we will have to do Thursday in Mrs. Carver's class. Remember Chapter 3, Section 2 is what we are doing.

Last Week's Football Game

2005-08-29T21:06:00.000-05:00

Yes!!!!TCCHS beat the Hogs 41/21. Alright!!!

My First Post

2005-08-29T18:54:00.000-05:00

Howdy folks! This is my first post here on blogspot so I just wanted to make sure it works! More to come in the future!