Golf ball (Obituary)

“A golf club? Why did you get me a golf club?”  Bob asked, when he saw what his parents had gotten him for Christmas. “And ball, we got you a golf ball too.” Bob’s mother said. “You’re dad loves to golf, so we thought you might like to play with him sometime. Maybe over time you’ll like it too.” His mother replied. “Thanks.” Bob said, trying to cover up his disappointment. “Awe man, I really wanted that toy car I saw in the newspaper.” Bob thought to himself. “We can’t even play golf yet, it’s freezing outside, and it has snowed everyday this week.” Bob told his parents. “Yes, we are aware of that, but you can go in the spring, when it gets warmer. That’ll also give your father some time to teach you how to play and maybe get some practice in.” Bob’s mother explained.

As soon as there was a day warm enough to go golfing Bob’s dad took advantage. One Sunday morning, Bob’s dad woke Bob up bright and early to go golfing. “Get up son. You know what day it is.. golfing dayyy! It’s finally warm enough for me to take you golfing. So today we can go golfing with your new golf ball and club.” Even though it had been about three months since Christmas, Bob still didn’t have an interest in going golfing. Bob, trying to act like he was still asleep, rolled over and did not even acknowledge his dad. However, when he noticed his dad wasn’t going to leave he said, “But dad, it’s 7:00 am! Can’t I sleep a little longer? It’s too early to go golfing anyway.” “Son, I’m going to tell you a really important lesson in life, it’s never too early to go golfing! Now get up.” “Ughhhh” Bob complained from his room. “And I don’t want to hear any complaining from you either boy.” Bobs father jokingly, but still somehow firmly said from down the hall, when he heard Bob complaining.”

Bob put on a shirt and some shorts, trying to be comfortable while still trying to beat the heat from the hot sun. Then he went to the kitchen to eat some breakfast. He could already hear and smell the food cooking before he even walked into the kitchen, so he knew this would be a good breakfast. After they ate, they headed to the golf course. At first Bob wasn’t very good at golf and often got frustrated when he didn’t hit the ball right. Bob’s father was a pro golfer, he had been in four golf tournaments and of those he won three. When Bob’s dad was younger his dad had taught him how to play, but soon after got very sick and could no longer play. Bob’s dad wanted to do the same with Bob as his dad did with him. Bob soon learned how to play and he got pretty good at it. He still didn’t really enjoy playing, but he did enjoy spending quality time with his dad and the satisfaction of beating him at their golf games. As he grew up he continued to play. He beat his dad almost all of the time and when he joined golf competitions he would win at those too.

Shortly after Bob turned 21, his father passed away. His dad didn’t have a disease, or a heart attack, he died of old age. However, none the less, it was still a tough time for Bob and his family. Every Sunday they played golf together and now that tradition would come to an end. Bob still continued to play golf for his dad though. The Christmas after Bob’s dad died Bob took his very first golf club and ball, and went to the golf course where they used to golf. He stayed for 29 days until he had finally made three holes in one, like his dad had done.

Bobs obituary link: https://www.meaningfulfunerals.net/?action=obituaries.obit_view&CFID=97e9864b-a94f-460c-937f-a32d092a0593&CFTOKEN=0&o_id=6028079&fh_id=16097

“Mr. Robert “Bob” Joe Robertson, age 83, of Murfreesboro, TN passed away Friday, February 22, 2019. He was born in Gordon Co., GA to the late James W. and Annie Whitfield Robertson. Mr. Robertson was an associate engineer for the TVA. He was a faithful member of Belle Aire Baptist Church and proudly served his country in the United States Air Force. Mr. Robertson was an avid golfer. He scored three holes in one over 29 days in 2012.”

Soundtrack of Some Bops to Listen to

What’s up guys! In this blog I’m going to give you a soundtrack of some bops to listen to! Some will be throw backs, others will be like up beat, pop songs, and there might be a few sadish songs. There won’t be like new rap with a ton of curse words on my soundtrack because rap just isn’t my thing.

“Who Do You Love” – Chainsmokers ft. 5 Seconds of Summer

“Sucker” – Jonas Brothers

“Burnin’ Up” – Jonas Brothers

“Trust Fund Baby” – Why Don’t We

“Something Different” – Why Don’t We

“8 Letters” – Why Don’t We

“If You Want Love” – NF

“Fresh Eyes” – Andy Grammer

“Must Be Doing Something Right” – Billy Currington (that one country song)

“You Say” – Lauren Daigle

“Be Alright” – Dean Lewis

“Beautiful Trauma” – P!nk

“Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I’m Bored” – Ariana Grande

“Love Me Harder” – Ariana Grande

“Team” – Noah Cyrus, MAX

“Bulletproof” – La Roux

“It Girl” – Jason Derulo

“Marry Me” – Jason Derulo

“Back and Forth” – MK, Jonas Blue, Becky Hill

“Call on Me” – Starley (remix)

“Me and My Broken Heart” – Rixton

“This Feeling” – Chainsmokers

“If We Have Each Other” – Alec Benjamin

“Let Me Down Slowly” – Alec Benjamin

“Used To Be” – AJ Mitchell

“I Don’t Want You Back” – AJ Mitchell

“My Lover, My Friend” – AJ Mitchell

“Please Don’t Go” – Joel Adams

“Youth” – Troye Sivan

“Uptown Girl” – Glee Cast Version

“Speechless” – Dan + Shay

“Classic” – MKTO

“Lost in Japan” – Shawn Mendez

“I Wish You Didn’t Love me” – Jake Miller

“He Likes Boys” – Simone Battle (this one is more of a funny song but you can still jam to it)

Oh and also pretty much any song from One Direction, Jusin Bieber, and Why Don’t We.

Here is the link to the playlist on Spotify-  https://open.spotify.com/user/ieow1jga7izkextlzwopfvx62/playlist/6Ne6NwsDdp5EyioNgpFoHq?si=9QDKsNHxSRW87ZtOWZ1SRQ

Those are some of the songs I like jamming to and blasting in my room before my parents yell at me to turn it down. I have quite a few more songs, but I don’t want to spam you with ALL my music because you may not like the songs, but what I’ve put so far kid of gives you an idea of the type of music I like.

 

 

 

This Post is Dedicated to My Bestie!

Hey guys, welcome back! I know I’ve done a post dedicated to someone already, but my friend was reading through my blog and she wanted a post dedicated to her, so here it is sis. I loveee my bestie! We met in sixth grade, well she says we met in fifth grade under the playground, but I don’t remember that so we’re going to go with the story I do remember. We met in sixth grade, our teacher sat her, my other friend, and me at a table together because all of our last names start with the same letter. My friend I already knew introduced her to me and she was basically a part of our friend group ever since. At first we argued about stupid little things, all the time, for no reason. I started most of the arguments. I was pretty mean and annoying in sixth grade, not even gonna lie. Even though we had been through some tough times we pulled through. We didn’t use to be very close, but over the years that has changed a whole lot. We understand each other and we can relate to each other. She’s pretty fun to hang out with too. Which is a plus.

She is so funny! She makes me laugh all the time, whether she’s trying to be or just being a big weirdo. She is beautiful, with and without makeup. She doesn’t think she is though. I mean everyone has their insecurities. Also, she can do makeup pretty well for being inexperienced. James Charles who? We don’t know her.

She moved a hour and six minutes away about a year ago. I don’t get to see her much, but we try to hang out as much as we can. We’ve been trying to have a sleepover for the past month now, but unexpected plans pop up when our plans come around. My friend group and I do a gift exchange every year for Christmas, and I have my present to her still sitting in my room. That might give you an idea of how long we haven’t seen each other. I know we will get to hang out in April for her birthday, though. She invites our friend group over to her house for a weekend, birthday party, sleepover. Also, my parents love her, they always say yes when I ask if she can come over and every time we’re on Facetime they say hi to her.

Well those were just some random facts about her and our friendship, but I haven’t told you why I dedicate this post to her. I mostly dedicate it to her because she asked me to, but also because she is amazing! She is so smart, beautiful, funny, weird, and my best friend. I love her so much, and I’m so glad she is in my life. I don’t know what I would do without her. So sis if you’re reading this, well more like when you pretend to be me and read this to me at 12:00 am when we’re on Facetime. I love you so much, and I am so lucky to have you in my life.

 

 

Review on The Sugar Factory

Welcome back guys! This post is going to be about my personal review on a restaurant, The Sugar Factory. I went to The Sugar Factory a few weeks ago in Chicago, Illinois. My aunt was the one to mention that there was a restaurant named The Sugar Factory because she wanted to go. Well in my head when she said sugar factory I was imaging a little ice cream parlor, with a few booths, and soft piano music playing. Boy was I wrong about that. When we walked into the restaurant loud pop music was playing, there were people everywhere, and there was an open bar. Nothing like I thought it would be. We had called ahead to see if they could seat us and they said they could, but we would have to be in two booths because 14 people was a large party. So we got seated in our two booths, one for the kids, and one for the adults. When we looked at the menu everything was so expensive! There was even a golden meal that fed up to six people, and the meal cost $1,000 dollars! My family doesn’t have the money for a really expensive meal so everyone ordered from the appetizers section of the menu, which cost around $12 dollars each. My parents, along with the rest of the adults, loved our waiter, they found him humorous. Which he was, but his humor had sort of a twist to it, that only made me laugh every once and a while. I laugh all the time though, so it’s not like I’m someone who just never laughs. The food was actually pretty good, I had the chicken fingers, with some fries that my grandpa gave me, and I enjoyed them. My cousins got an ocean blue goblet, which was like a sugary drink, it was good; I liked the candy on top more than the actual drink though. My siblings and I didn’t get one because we could either have a goblet or dessert and we wanted dessert. For dessert I had a banana split and it was huge, so I split it with my siblings. If someone ordered a dessert called “World Famous Sugar Factory King Kong Sundae” that cost $99 dollars and serves up to 12 people, they would light the sparklers that were in the sundae, turn the music up louder, and start clapping. It was pretty fun, and even my grandma got up and started clapping. However, if you don’t like loud noises then it probably wouldn’t be very fun for you. Overall, the food was good, the waiters are attentive, the service was nice, and the music will definitely have you dancing in your seat. I had a fun time while there, even if it wasn’t what I was expecting. Although, I probably wouldn’t go back mostly because how expensive the food was, the amount of people that were there, and how loud it was. That was my personal review on the restaurant. Not everyone will have the same experience a I did though. I do recommend you go there, try it out, see if it’s your scene, your type of thing. Thanks for reading, I hope you found review helpful or interesting. Byeee!

Melted Spatula

Okay, so let me give you a little background. I’m a freshman in high school, and I am taking culinary arts. Every Monday and Tuesday we go to the kitchen to cook. Usually when we get into the kitchen we wash our hands, get instructions from the teacher, and start our cooking process. Well, yesterday we went into the kitchen, washed our hands, and didn’t get any instructions on what to do. All we got was the recipe for hoecakes, which apparently was what we were making. We get the ingredients, put them in the bowl, and started mixing. However, my group and I had a problem. One, we don’t know what we’re doing, and two, our batter looked thicker than everyone else’s. It wasn’t that big of a deal though, we just added some water and went on with our lives. Until the teacher said it was suppose to be thick, but once you add something you can’t take it out. This one girl came over to us and put some oil in our pan, which I was grateful for because I didn’t even know we had to put oil in the pan. Then we started frying. While my friend pored some batter in the pan for two different hoecakes, I went to get a spatula. A plastic spatula. I know what you’re thinking, why the heck did you grab a plastic spatula to use in hot oil? My answer to that is, well, I don’t really have an answer. I didn’t really think anything of it, I use a plastic spatula when I make pancakes so it should have been fine. I was wrong, it wasn’t fine. I gave her the spatula, she flipped the hoecakes, and took them out of the oil. They were under-cooked, by the way. Then she put the next batch in the oil and repeat. except for this time she couldn’t get the hoecakes out of the hot oil! She’s standing there trying to flip it and she can’t, and I, well I wasn’t paying attention. Oops, that one’s my bad. She turns around and says, “Lauren, can you get these out? I can’t, they won’t flip.” I try to get them out and actually succeed, for once. Yeah, that batch was burnt, with just a little bit of melted spatula on them. It was at that moment that we realized, the spatula was half way melted down the back. At first we were like, “What do we do?!”, but then we just started laughing. I mean, who wouldn’t? I went and got a metal spatula this time and we finished up our last batch of hoecakes. This time they were perfect. Not under cooked, not burnt with melted spatula on them, they were just right. My friend told the teacher that she melted the spatula, and he was chill about it. However, apparently after we left he was a little heated about it, but oh well, what can ya do? So yeah that’s the story of how we melted a spatula, and hopefully a lesson for you to know not to do that, if you didn’t already.

Snow Day!!

It was a Wednesday, and you already know I didn’t want to go to school. I mean have I ever actually wanted to go? Anyway, it was cold outside. The coldest it had been all month, so my mom said, “Bundle up. Wear your hat, a thick jacket, and maybe even a scarf and gloves.” Mostly because I have to stand outside, for a good 10 minutes, to catch the bus. I’m inside, where it’s warm, you know just getting ready. Brushing my teeth, packing my lunch, filling up my water bottle, and getting my winter attire on. I open the door… and it’s snowing! It’s snowing a pretty good amount and yet we’re still going to school. I was thinking “Why the heck are we going to school?” However, at the same time, I was kind of fine with it because the snowflakes were so pretty! I got to see them close up too because I was wearing a black jacket. The bus had already picked up the kids down the street, and I had been waiting at the bus stop for about five minutes when a girl that rides my bus came riding by in a car. Her mom stops the car, the girl rolls down her window and says, “School’s cancelled from what I’ve heard.” I said, “Oh really? Thank you.” I walked back to my house. When I got to my porch, my bus still hadn’t come yet, and I called my mom. I told my mom that this girl had said school was cancelled, but she said, “No it’s not, if school was cancelled they would have called me.” I said, “Oh well, she rides my bus and her mom was driving her back home.” “Hold on I’ll check, what time does your bus come?” asked my mom as my bus drove past my stop. “Now”, I said, “It just passed by!” Then my mom yelled at me and told me to call my grandpa to see if he could pick me up because she couldn’t. I did. He said he was on his way to a doctors appointment half way across town, but he could pick me up afterwards. At this point I was crying. Yes crying, I know such a baby, what a drama queen. But, come on, I missed my bus, my mom was mad at me, my grandpa can’t pick me up, and they still haven’t freaking called off school. Okay, maybe I was a little mad too. I turned on the TV and called my friend because she had texted me and I had some time to kill anyway. When she answered the phone she told me they had called off school and at the same time my mom had texted me the same thing. I was so happy! I texted my grandpa that he didn’t have to pick me up anymore because they called school off, and I changed back into my pj’s. Then I ate some food and cleaned the house for my mom because I’m just a good daughter like that. Well, that’s the story of my first snow day in 2019. Thanks for reading I know it was long and probably boring, but if you read all of it, go you. Anyway, until my next blog post, bye!

This Post is Dedicated to My Brother

My brother is older than me, he’s 19. I call him Bubba because when I was younger I couldn’t say his name or brother, so he will forever be known as Bubba. He’s technically my half brother because we have different dads, but we don’t see his dad. His dad is not that great of a person. While my brother was in high school he made okay grades, like A’s, B’s, C’s, and the occasional D. He did his homework almost all the time because he had a class period that was just study hall. However, when he got home he ate a snack and went to his room to play video games. My parents, mostly my dad, would yell at him for not paying attention/not listening, getting bad grades, getting in trouble, not getting a job, and only playing video games. My mom tried to be more reasonable with him, but my dad would get mad at her and tell her she’s treating him like a little kid. Need I remind you this all happened when he was around the age of 17-18. I didn’t agree with my parents. Yes, my brother needed to be more responsible, but they should have told him what  they thought he should do and if he didn’t do it then it would come back to bite him in the butt later. However, on the other hand, I see their point. They wanted the best for him and they didn’t want it to bite him in the butt, even though he would learn his lesson that way.

While he was still in school he talked about joining the Navy when he graduated. His reasoning for joining the Navy was for the experience, he really enjoyed JROTC so he thought he would enjoy the Navy as well, and the money isn’t bad. Well, it all worked out in the end because he graduated. He graduated in May and went in to Navel boot camp in December. He left on a Monday so my family took a day off from work and school to spend the day with him. Also, side note, every day I’ve been absent, it’s to see my brother. Anyway, I told myself that when he left I wasn’t going to cry, but we all know that’s not how it turned out. I was all good, you know holding it together, until I hugged him goodbye. That’s when I sobbed on his shoulder. And when he left I got his room. We got an occasional call from him, and my mom would cry every time she heard his voice. A few months later he graduated from boot camp, and my whole family got to go on an amazing trip to Illinois. That trip was honestly probably the best trip I’ve ever been on.

All of that was basically background for you to understand why I dedicate this post to him. Well, first of all he made it through high school and graduated. He actually went into Navel boot camp. Then he graduated from Navel boot camp too. Now he is basically going to culinary school to be a chef, but it’s called A-school.  He’s getting older and setting up a pretty good future for himself. I dedicate this post to him because I’m so proud of him and everything he has accomplished. He had some bumps in the road, but he got over them and now he’s a Navy sailor! Like how cool is that?

So Bubba if you’re reading this, good job for getting as far as you have in life. I think about you all the time and I miss you, but you’re doing great things for yourself. I love you. Oh, and thanks for your room, it looks very nice with my stuff in it.

10 Things You Should Know About High School

Howdy y’all! So we meet again, just kidding. The fact that I just said that probably weirded you out. Anyway… today we’re going to be talking about high school, because that’s exactly what everyone wants to talk about, right? The summer before I was suppose to start high school, was torture. I spent the whole summer worrying about what was going to happen and not having fun. I was worrying about if I was going to be lonely, if I was going to get lost, if I was going to have good teachers, if I would have anybody to sit with at lunch, if I would have friends in any of my classes, etc. Okay I think we all have a pretty good idea of how worried I was. However, by the second week of high school I had realized maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. So here are ten things you might want to know or keep in mind if you are going into high school.

  1. If someone tells you something along the lines of, “It’ll be fine” or “Don’t worry, you’ll do great”. No matter how much you don’t want to listen to them or how wrong you think they are, they’re usually right. Unless they’ve never been to high school, then how are they suppose to know?
  2. If you’re worried about getting bullied, or people making fun of you, don’t be. In high school pretty much everyone minds their own business. Everyone is just trying to do the same as you, get to class and make it through the week alive.
  3. High school is much better than middle school! In my experience. I hated middle school, everyone there would try to be cooler than they actually were, teachers were weird and couldn’t teach, and the cafeteria food sucked! Hey, but at least I didn’t have to do gym. In high school you actually do have more freedom, which I bet everyone is telling you.
  4. I’m going to be real with you, you are probably going to get lost, or at least be late to class, during the first, and maybe even second, week of school. The school is huge! I’m not trying to scare you, I’m just letting you know what you’re going into ahead of time.
  5. Ever heard of high school sweethearts? Really, you have? Well, they’re not real. I mean for the most of us they aren’t. There are a few lucky ones out there who find love with the snap of their finger, and flick of their wrist. I, unfortunately, am not one of those people, but we’re not talking about Lauren’s sad love life; not in this blog post at least.
  6. Teachers. Oh aren’t teachers just lovely? Some of them yes, others not so much. You know which ones I’m talking about, you’re saying their name in your head right now. Oh you’re not, just me? Anyway, you shouldn’t be worried about what teachers you’re going to have. I like all of my teachers, except for one, but we’re not going to talk about her right now. You will probably like most of your teachers, and the teachers you don’t like, you can rant about later.
  7. I don’t know if your school will have these or not, but, block days. Block days are two days out of the week where you only go to four of your classes. Four classes the first day, and the next four the second day. Some people hate them. Others, including myself, don’t mind them. To me it feels like the days go by faster, and you only have to see the teachers you hate one out of those two days.
  8. You guys all remember a beautiful thing called homework, right?. Well, you don’t have much of that in high school. The only homework you’ll have is work you didn’t finish in class, and maybe in math. I barely have any homework, but i’m in standard. If you want to be in BCA or do honors, that’s probably different for you.
  9. Midterms and finals. Do you guys have tests that you have to take at the end of the year called TNready or something along the lines of that? Well, midterms and finals are pretty much the same. You take a midterm in the middle of the year before you go on winter break, and you take a final at the end of the year. There are some exceptions to where you are exempt from them, which means you don’t have to take them.
  10. Last but not least, Enjoy it while you can. I know right now you might be thinking, “Heck no! High school is going to suck, I can’t wait for it to be over.” I know I did. However, high school is much easier and relaxing than adult life. If you don’t want to get involved that’s your choice, I’m not. If you want to slack off, do nothing, and fail your classes, that’s also up to you. Although, I bet the choices you make in high school, whether they’re good or not so good, they’ll have an effect on your future.

Well, after that boring lecture, that some people probably got annoyed with and probably didn’t listen to anyway, those are the ten things that I would like you to know, or keep in mind, as you go into high school. Thanks for taking time out of whatever you were doing to read this! And if you made it all the way done here, you’re a real trooper, congratulations! Or you just scrolled down here to see how long this was, which I respect because I do it too, so congratulations to you as well! Until my next post, bye!

My Inspiration

Welcome back everyone! This post will be about what inspires me to write. Most of my inspiration comes from my feelings. When I’m feeling a certain way because of something that has happened, all I want to do is talk to someone about it. However, the people I would usually talk to aren’t always right around the corner. Sometimes I can’t just come up to my mom or one of my close friends and talk about my feelings. That is why I get my feelings out by writing them down on paper. Another inspiration, closely related to the first, is when I read or watch something that I have my own thoughts and opinions on. When this happens I usually rant about it to myself, or someone else if they’ll listen, but sometimes it feels good to get it down on paper too. Music has also been an inspiration for my writing. Sometimes when you hear the right song, it just puts you in the mood to write, or it helps you through the writing process. Those are my inspirations for writing, and I hope they are conveyed throughout my blog.

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