W is for Warriors

I look around the town library, looking around all the different shelves. I see picture books, science books, fiction, non-fiction......all sorts of books. Then I come a across a small, slightly crumpled book. It looked like any regular paperback but something about it interested me. The series was called WARRIORS but there were cats on the front and back. I was like "What the ...?" How can cats have anything to do with warriors? This must be a stupid book. Boy, was I wrong.

If you haven't guessed already, this post is about one of my favourite book series (next to Percy Jackson and The Olympians) Warriors, which are written by Erin Hunter. This book series is about cats living and survivng in the wild. They live in these groups called Clans. There are 5 Clans: ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan , ShadowClan and StarClan. The ThunderClan are usually called the Clan of heroes for the heroic deeds they've done in the past. They live in the forest and usually hunt for mice and birds. The WindClan are called, by the other Clans, cowards for being quick to flee rather than fight. They live in an open field and have the speed to hunt their main food: rabbits. The RiverClan is best known for their love of the water. They live right beside a river and are the only Clan that can swim and hunt fish. The next Clan is ShadowClan. This Clan is known for its evil, battle-hungry past. They say they are the most evil of the Clans, but they're just proud and aggressive. They live in a dark, empty moorland and eat things like frogs and crowfood(garbage). And last, but certainly not least, the StarClan. This is the place cats go when they die. Yes there's a place that dead cats go to. They watch over the living, give them prophecies indicating their destinies. They also give a leader of a Clan 9 lives. It's kind of weird but cool.

In every Clan, there are the warriors, the ones that defend and feed the Clan. Queens who are taking care of kits before they're six moons(months)old. The medicine cat who helps heal cats when they're injured or ill and interpret omens from the StarClan. The elders who are retired warriors, the deputy who becomes the leader after the past leader dies and of course the leader who leads the Clan and makes the decisions. These cats follow their code of honour like a knight's code of honour from the medieval times. If they break the code, they are seriously punished. For example, it's against their law to fall in love with cat from another Clan or for them to cross other Clan's borders. So the warrior code is very important to them and keeps everything in balance.

"Fire alone can save our Clan."

This was the prophecy that started the series. It was Spottedleaf, the ThunderClan medicine cat, who received this from StarClan one night along with Bluestar, the ThunderClan leader. At the time, ThunderClan and were being attacked by their battle-hungry neighbours. Bluestar was worried because they were losing warriors and there were fewer kits to apprentice. When Spottedleaf told her the message from StarClan, Bluestar was confused. Fire is feared by all Clans. How can it save us? What they didn't know that the prophecy didn't mean that they would be saved by fire but by a cat that was like fire. Who is this cat? And when will this prophecy be fulfilled? My friends you're just going to have get those books and find out by yourselves.

Whew, that's alot of typing. I can go on forever on about the events that have happened, who I hate, who I love and such but I didn't want to bore you guys to death. I hope I entertained you guys and might interest some of you guys in trying out some of these books.

Life Lesson: They say the saying: "Don't judge a book by its cover" refers to never judging people before you know them, but I think this can apply to books as well. A certain book might look stupid but you never know. Maybe after you give it a try you might become obsessed with it. Just like I have with the Warriors series.

P.S If you wanna know more about Warriors, just go to www.warriorcats.com

H is for Henry

Oh Henry, Oh Henry, Oh Henry. Who art thou Oh Henry? Not the chocolate bar but my little brother, that's who. He was born in April 2000. This is the year of the Dragon in Chinese culture. Did you know that this is considered to be extremely good luck to be born a male in that year, especially since it was the millennium? Ya right, lucky for who? Me? I am not so sure.......

Henry is well like any other little brother is, super annoying sometimes. Seriously, he always asks me if I can play with him and if I don't, he then gets upset and angry and starts calling me a "meanie". How can we play together all the time when we like different things? He likes to play war games on the computer pretty much all day, while I like to read, draw and listen to my I-pod. I'm not his babysitter, just his older, more mature sister. Also it totally annoys me that I always have to wait for him in the morning to get ready for school and at the end of the day when he takes forever at his locker. I mean, how long does it take to get your stuff and get out of there? Tsk, tsk, slowpoke. he is also quite messy where as I'm very neat. It drives me crazy that I have to clean up after him.

However, I hate to admit it, there are some good things about him. I do have fun sometimes playing with him. For example, if we are playing Rock Band on the Wii and start going crazy as if we were having a sugar rush, that can be pretty cool. He's pretty good at drumming while I play guitar. Also we sometimes have fun when we're beating each other at board games and stuff like that. It's pretty cool too that we are both very emotional especially during sad movies so I don't feel so silly.

I guess it's not so bad having a little brother. Like everything, it has it's pros and cons. It does make me feel good about taking care of him and having each other for company when no one else is around. I think I would miss him terribly if anything were ever to happen to him.

Life Lesson: Don't take anything for granted because you might regret it one day. Even if it's your annoying little brother.

"A brother is a friend given by Nature."

Totally Emma: C is for Crappie

"A grandpa is someone you never outgrow your need for."

In this blog post I'll be talking about Crappie, my Grandfather.

Crappie is my Mom's dad. He is the only Grandfather I have. At first, I didn't know why I called my grandfather Crappie but when asked my Mom she told me that when I was a little, I couldn't say Grampie. I would try and try but all that I could say was "Crappie!" and that just sort of stuck.

I'm sure you would think: "Aw poor guy. I must feel sorry for a guy who's called Crappie." Well to be truthful, I don't think he minds it one bit. To be honest, my Grammie (she's my Mom's mom) and my Grampie thought it was so cute when I would say Crappie that they never corrected me. My brother now also calls him that. I'll never understand grown-ups. Plus, I think his name makes him special because it is unique. Now I'm going to tell you some things about my Crappie.

Crappie's real name is Peter. He LOVES golf. Seriously I think it's his favourite sport in the entire universe. He still golfs with his buddies and he's 74 years old! He also especially loves it when we go mini-golfing together. It's funny because whenever my brother has taken like 15 strokes to get the ball into the hole and when he FINALLY gets it in, he always says: "Crappie, it's a 2!" Very annoying sometimes. My Crappie also likes playing Wii golf. Ever since we got the Wii 3 years ago, we would have a traditional Wii golf tournament on Christmas. This year, my Dad won.

My Crappie also went to Ridley College you know. So did my uncle, but not my Mom because at the time, it was an all-guys school. One time, last year, when I was on the U14 girls soccer team and we were playing against Ridley at Ridley College. My Grammie and Crappie came to watch me. But poor Crappie. He didn't know who to cheer for: me or Ridley. So guess where he sat? The centre line. Unfortunately for us we lost to Ridley.

For a grandpa, he's pretty cool. He's mature, but he knows when to have fun. I know some kids might think their grandparents are boring, but I love spending time with my Grammie and Crappie and I'm not ashamed to say that.

Life Lesson: Don't assume that just because that grandparents are old, doesn't mean that they aren't fun and exciting. They may even like to try new things with you like Wii Golf!!!

Totally Emma: B is for Bella

If you're wondering who Bella is, Bella is my dog. I remember like it was just yesterday when we got her.



It all started after when my old black lab, Hailey got put down on her 14th birthday, January 29. We were so depressed. I would cry myself to sleep and the house was so gloomy and quiet without her. She has been around even before I was born. She was a Valentines Day gift from my dad to my mom. Well anyways my dad didn't like that we were so sad all the time so he decided that sometime in the spring, we would get a new lab puppy. Well, my mom was reading the newspaper when she found a article about how the Humane Society in Waterloo was running out of puppy food. And me and my mom being the animal lovers in the family, we persuaded my bro Henry and my dad to go buy some food for the Humane Society.



When we got there we of course gave the food to the front desk and started to look at the animals there. I remember seeing this super cute black kitten named Pumpkin. She was very small and should cower in the corner being all timid. Then we saw 3-week old puppies. 2 of them were males and the one was a female. I looked at the first male. He was the smallest of the bunch and looked like a basset hound, though he didn't have the sad look in his eyes like all basset hounds do. His name was Boomer. When he saw me, he wagged his tail and crounched into a playing postion. I then turned around to find my Dad eyeing the other male. He was tall and very muscular for a puppie. He was mostly black but there was some spots that were tan. His name was Binx. He started to bark at my father and jump around. My Dad said that he liked Binx. I couldn't blame him. He was handsome for a puppy and my Dad loved big dogs. He hates little dogs. Then I came across Bella. She was adorable as a puppy having such velvety ears and long nose that seemed a bit big for her head. She was mostly black with some spots tan like Binx, but she had some white on her too. She started to bark a lot and started to jump around as if she was having a sugar rush. We all feel in love with her, even Dad loved her. But were caught in the middle. Who were going to choose? Binx or Bella?


So we decided to get a member of the staff to get them both. We were brought the dogs inside this small where we can interact with them. When the dogs we let loose, Bella went for Dad, climbing all over him while Binx ran to me and started to chew my hair! How weird is that?!
Then they had a little "accident" on the floor. Not cool. Then they started to play with squeaky toys and started to wrestle with each other. Then we had to leave. We had to go home with a choice who to take home. I thought the were both wonderful, but didn't know who to choose. I began to see the advantages of a female dog. One, they are more mature. And two, we know what it's like to have one. I so I knew.... that Bella was the best choice and I hoped Binx will find a new home soon. In the morning we had bought all this stuff for her and picked her up. I know one thing is for sure. Our life wouldn't have been very different if we got Binx instead.


Life Lesson: Save a animal from the Humane Society. It will make you feel good. If already have a pet, get him/her a playmate from a animal shelter.

Totally Emma Intro

This isn't an actually blog post. Im just giving you a heads up on what's coming up until sometime in June. This assignment is when I'll tell some parts of my life using the letters of the alphabet. Like for example G is for Grammie or D is for Dad. At the end of my blog post I would then put a life lesson. For example Don't Talk To Strangers. And that's about it.