The P Perfection Scale At It's Greatest!

This muffin with a candle just sadly doesn't pass for a birthday cake. If you are poor this cake (muffin) Is just perfect for you. Just is too small. The cake (muffin) would probably be "In Progress"

This cake is beautiful but it just isn't as powerful as it could be. This cake is just "Passing" because you could layer it and make it more powerful but the person didn't.

As tall as this cake may be it just isn't as good as it could be. It is pleasing but not completely satisfying. It shall be names "pleasing"

This is the world's largest cake. It is as big and decorative as it could get. It is very "Powerful" And at it's greatest.

Running, Toes, Bubbles

After a long day of extremely fast running, she discovered that her six toes had grown bubbles at the end of them. Lorah couldn't figure out why so she wrote down everything she did earlier that day.

She was sitting in her house just after a long jog. The fan was going and Spa music was on, to release her shockra. She took off her shoes while she was watching T.V. The show is the awesomest one ever! "Barney and The Muppets Together!" What could be a better show haha! As she was watching T.V. She noticed bubbles popping underneath her blanket. "Barney and the Muppets" will just have to wait.

Walking toward the kitchen with every step a popping sound comes as if she was stepping on bubble rap. This popping was annoying her so she decided to look under the blanket to see why it was doing this sound. Bubbles are on the ends of my toes! Every time Lorah would step the bubble would pop. Everytime a bubble popped another one would grow back. "What would this desease be called?" She thought to herself. Must not be normal. Considering Lorah only has 6 toes it was nice having bubbles because then it be like she has lots of toes which is always nice.

Lorah lost four of her toes from an accident she had. She was sitting in her car ready for the light to turn green. Every car was moving to turn because she was in that lane. It was Lorahs turn to turn, as she was turning a semi couldn't stop through the red light and hit the side of her car. The Semi driver called the ambulance because Lorah couldn't do it. She was strapped in too tight in her seat belt and her legs were caught in between the seat and the semi. She got a concussion and lost lots of blood....and four toes. Lorah has never been normal ever since the accident. She doesn't drive and she is scared of Semi's and toes. Sadly the only thing Lorah enjoys to do is Run. She'll run a mile and everything. You might think that would be hard but it isn't at all. Just have to know what to do and you will be fine.

Lorah has been to many counselors but it hasn't really helped her. When Lorah was only 5 her parents died from a house fire. No one really knows how it happened but it did. The counselor said Lorah's family just probably has bad luck. Well now you know this sad tragedy she calls her life.

Lorah grabbed a sandwich and sat back down to watching T.V. and being snuggled in a warm blanket. "Maybe this is the start of my good luck?!" She questioned. "I hope it is!" She got up and went for another run with her new "Toes"

As she got back from her run she lay ed in her bed because it was bed time. The run had gone very well and it was way easier to run with more toes than she had. "Oh ya I can get used to this!" She was ecstatic because she finally had enough toes to do many things. "Life is good thanks to bubbles and my now good luck." Lorah closed her eyes and for the first time in a very long time she had a peaceful smile like she had just won the lottery. This was more than the lottery. This was the best gift she could have every received from anyone.

Almost to Cuba!

Part 1 (Real Story)

My first major trip in a plane! I was jumping around my seat waiting for the plane to land. I saw oceans pass me and lake's, houses, and every tree in between. I saved up all my money to buy suveniers and many other things like meraca's. "We are almost in Cuba" the pilot said. I stared out the window searching for the air port. Lemme tell you it is small! But very big for them. Slowly we got out of the plane but we couldn't find our luggage. About 2 minutes later, we found our luggage right in front of our faces. Talk about blind side. Haha. My parents asked me why I was smiling very big. Obviously it was because I was in Cuba! We went to our room. I jumped and landed on our bed and started writing in my journal about the fun times I was having.

My mom went out for a walk to see what we could do and I decided to go with her. There are a lot of things you can do in Cuba lemme tell you. I was trying to count all of the things but couldn't. We decided we wanted to change rooms so we went to the person at the main desk thingy. She said there were only a couple. We picked the nicest one of course. It was right beside the pool and burger bar. Yummy. This was a nice view.

"I am soo tired" I said with a yawn. Of course my mom had this look she always does when she is trying to prove a point. "Then go to bed, you can always do more things tomorrow" Confused mom said.

"YAAWWWNN, What's for breakfast?" I was desperately hungry. "Well we have to go to the main place and you can pick what they serve. They serve many things." My daddy said.

I wanted to suntan. So I went to the beach. It was a very pretty beach and the waves were big. My bathing suit was soaking when I came out of the pool. "Well my as well suntan now that I'm soaked" I Mischieviously said. I ran along the beach while my parents were watching me because I was 9 so what would a 9 year old do? They could do A LOT! "Ohh What is that?!" I questioned to my mom. I was pointing at a boat that was in the air. Skipping along the beach as fast as I could, with my parents behind me being very slow, we went by the sign that talked about the fees.

"Please, Please, Please!" I used my manners as well as I could so I could go on that boat. "Well..." My mom tried to negotiate with my dad. "It would be an exciting thing for her to experience" I know that voice she was going to let me go! "YAYY" I screamed Excitingly.

"Would you like to go on miss?" said the dude that controlled the boat. He called me Miss haha. I felt so professional getting all my gear on and getting on the flying boat. As we were going up into the air it felt like my stomach was going down instead of up. Vice versa when we were going down. Great Experience.

That same day I met one of my best friends Katie. She is from England. (ACTUALLY HAPPENED) -> My dad taught Cubans Yahtzee! He would play it everyday with the Cubans that worked there and now they are best friends! Still are! Me and Katie would always swim together in one of the best pools/ Burger bar! She is a true friend. We switched emails and we email each other constantly!

Sadly we are now leaving. Packed up our luggage and grabbed the hotel room key. Looked at the pool one last time and Sighed "I'll be back don't worry, Best trip ever!"

Part 2 (Non real story)


"Noo!" I don't want to go right now! It's still dark outside and it's not even 1 pm in the afternoon yet, that's when I get up!" Slumping into the car very grumpy dragging my stuff behind me, slumped onto the seat with an "Oof!". Getting to Alberta and waiting for the plane was so boring. Why did it have to be me? Sure it's Cuba but whatever I can go some other time. Finally the plane was here! Good thing my suitcase had wheels because otherwise it would be dirty from all the dragging. On a plane for 2 hours. Colouring in a stupid little kid colouring book. Frustrated because I couldn't concentrate with the stupid plane movie they always have. I kept colouring out of the lines. I'm a very good colour er so I'm not used to getting out of the lines. "We are now about to stop in Cuba" The Pilot screamed into the mike. "Ugh don't make me get out of the plane I was just about asleep."

We made it finally. The airport was so tiny though. This could be my closet well not really because my closet is way bigger than this place. We couldn't find our luggage it made me really mad. It was so slow it could be from the mail box. Talk about "Snail Mail"

Later that same day my mom was about to go for a walk. She asked if I wanted to go but I was pretending I was asleep so I wouldn't have to. Who would want to go out right now its 3 in the Afternoon time to get my sleep since I wasn't able to sleep in till 1.

We were all sitting down on the couch and then I heard "Grab a newspaper!" There was a cockroach on the floor! "Eww gross, I ain't touchin that!" I said scared. It was moving so quickly. I couldn't stand staying in the same room as that cockroach even though it was squashed. I rushed out of my room ready to complain to the office. My parents came with me so we could change rooms. I wasn't allowed to complain according to my dad so I just stood there with a mad face. We got our room but the only thing good about it was the pool. This room looked almost exactly like the last room without the cockroach.

"What's for breakfast?" I said angrily because my stomach was rumbling. "I'm not sure dear whatever they have cooked for us at the big dining place." Mom said wondering what has gotten into me. "Don't dear me! I'm hungry and want food!" I could tell my mom was getting angry with my attitude but I didn't really care. I was very bored so I sat on my bed with a grumpy face. My mom could somehow tell I was bored so she suggested I go suntan. "I don't want to suntan" "Well then go get fresh air anyway do whatever you want OUTSIDE" "Erg fine I guess I will!" I stormed out of the room with a towel to lay on the sandy beach. It had white sand. I think that was the best part of my trip. I was being quiet lying on my towel and reading a book. I had nothing better to do. I got a cold shiver and realized there was a shadow over me. I looked up really angry now because I was getting cold. Turns out it was a flying boat. My parents walked over and told me we should go check it out

I stormed through the sand spilling sand all over any person I walked by. "I don't want to go see it. It'll be boring!" My dad simply told me, "You will love it, it will be a great experience." "Fine whatever." My parents paid the man to let me go on the boat. He got me all geared up and plopped me on the plane. I didn't feel comfortable being with a man I don't know, and him taking me on a flying plane that could crash down into the water, Plummeting me to my sudden death! When we got in the air I was fine. I actually started enjoying myself. But when we stopped my smile went away because I noticed they were holding a camera. I love getting my picture's taken because I am very photogenic but since I didn't want to go on this boat, I didn't want any pictures.

I was extremely tired now because I haven't been getting my original sleep I would normally be getting. I went to sleep for a crazy next day.

I went outside around 12 noon to go for a swim. I met this girl named Katie. Turns out she lives in England. Pssshhh England sucks! We switched emails but there is no point it's not like I'm going to email her. My dad played this game with the Cubans. The game is called Yahtzee. Apparently the Cubans have never played Yahtzee so it was new to them. Oh well! I don't care about that either.

We are now leaving...YES! I AM FREE FROM THIS PLACE! WE packed up all our luggage and grabbed the hotel room key. I looked at the pool one last time and screamed "I HATE THIS PLACE IT'S BORING, I'M NEVER COMING BACK!"

Joe The Homewrecker!

Oohh where are we going?? She grabbed me out of my holder and we got in the car. She would always take me places. The first sign I see says Michaels Craft store. I started to wonder if we were going there to get crafts. We passed the sign and we passed the store. Obviously we weren’t going to Michaels. I sat in the car for a while time passed and left us after a while I started to get bored so the next sign I wanted us to be going to. The next sign I saw was a sign that said Costco. Yay we were going to Costco! We got out of the car and I just couldn’t wait to get inside the store. Once inside the store we got some food samples. Of course I couldn’t get any because I can’t eat but she takes me everywhere she goes so I'm okay with that. The first isle we go to is the isle with all the toys. I love the toy Isle normally wego there to get me some clothes. I saw my friend Bob that got packaged into a box to get sold. Bob was my best friend and always will be. We talked for a bit but then my owner said “meet your new friend” He was a penguin. In my opinion dogs are better. I noticed that she has never bought a new toy with me beside her I didn’t like it one bit. I’m guessing this is why.

As I sat in my holder I watched her play with Joe the penguin. What was wrong with me? Why does it matter that I only have one eye and 3 legs instead of 4 legs? Shouldn’t it be the love I give instead? I just couldn’t figure it out. I have one more leg than Joe so that can’t be it. Although I have one eye less than Joe too. I guess when you’re the new shiny toy you get played with too much and then once a newer toy comes in, you get thrown into your holder suffocating you because you can’t play with her too. When it was nighttime I figured she would take me out of my holder and let me sleep with her. But she didn’t instead she took Joe. Although I don’t like Joe I don’t like being second when it comes to cuddling. I guess you could be first for a while but sooner or later I knew I would be second. She left me there with a shattered heart and unless I am still her favourite I will never be happy again. I will have to live with a depressing life again unless she finally gets rid of Joe and loves me like I always have with her.

Tatertott Love Story

Guess what! My name is Loretta Gold but my friends call me TaterTott. I know it's a very wierd nickname but I got it at one of the best places ever imagined.

I was sitting in the dining room waiting for some service with my friends. We were in a latin restaurant and of course there was a latin waiter. If you were there at the time you would have seen us fiddling with our hair, and doing our make-up, and all the things you could have imagined would be wrong with a girl. As the latin waiter approached us he said these words and I quote "Hi I am Kintago Siesta and I will be serving you today" We told him that we needed just another minute to get what we want planned out. As he left we starting giggling about what we have to say next and what we have to order to make us not look like pigs. We normally order 3 pieces of french toast, along side some salad, and a jumbo sprite for us to share. Yes they do have french toast at a latin restaurant. Anyway getting back...He came back and asked us what we would like to order. We didn't want to be pigs so we just said tatertotts. Well my friends did anyway. The only thing that could come out of my mouth were...tatertoots...It was humiliating and when I tried again I would say tapertotts. I just didn't have the right mind to say tatertotts. It's funny because before when I was just with my friends I could say it fine. But as soon as Kintago came the world came crashing down. Yay! (Sarcasm)

I sat at home with a few of my girlfriends and we were talking about what happened to me earlier. Why did it have to be me. Have you ever noticed that in a world when you hope something won't happen to you it always does, Except the occasional time when things don't happen to you. I wish it was that time. We talked about how spicy we think Kintago was and what would happen if we asked him out. Does he have a girlfriend? Is he looking for marriage? I need to know these things! We were talking the whole night about him, because my friends slept over.

The next day we wanted breakfast but we didn't feel like cooking. We couldn't think of any closer restaurant than the Latin one. So we went back. My girlfriends literally had to drag me out the door. I couldn't face him and by him I mean Kintago. He probably thinks I'm a maniac! We sat down at a different table this time so Kintago couldn't serve us. Lucky for us he changed his serving plans and is now serving or table and a few others. We once again ordered tatertotts and the only thing I could think of was "don't mess up, don't mess up!" So when I ordered I said "Could I just have some tatertotts?" The words that came out of his mouth were so beautiful that only his accent could compliment it "sure thing, I'll be right back." YES! I DIDN'T MESS UP! I started doing my happy dance "du du du du du du!" I sang...Sadly I sang and danced my happy dance all over Kintago and sure enough I found out the service was super fast at 10 in the morning. I saw my tatertotts all over him. Another time tatertotts have completely embarrased me. I booked it out of the restaurant with a very quiet sorry and ran all the way to my house. My friends came over later that day because they ate at the restaurant.

I couldn't stand going back to that restaurant unless I knew Kintago wasn't serving me...But I really wanted their milkshakes. So I decided to go back but put a menu in my face so he couldn't see me if he was serving me. Thankfully he wasn't serving me. This other guy came up to me and handed me a sticky note and left. It had a number on it, but who's was it? Was it his? When he came back I asked him who's it was. He turned his head and pointed in Kintago's direction. I was confused "I don't see him, is he behind Kintago?" Finally the waiter stopped keeping his mouth shut and actually told me who's it was. KINTAGO! I screamed and ran out the restaurant calling my friends on Speed dial. We were talking so fast it was like hampsters on helium.

I called Kintago the next day and he actually asked me out. Who in the right mind would ask me out? KINTAGO WOULD! He asked me if I wanted to go to the fair with him. Of course I said yes because who wouldn't to that beautiful accent.

It has been 9 months and 2 weeks and we are still going out but sadly.....He calls me tatertott. Obvious reasons.

Time has passed and still I'm tatertott but you know what I'm okay with it because 1 that is a cute nickname and 2 the nickname stands for a funny story. A story I will tell my kids, and their kids will tell their kids. etc. You have heard my story and hopefully you look at your nickname in a positive way. Just like I had to in order to live with my boyfriend :)