I've had quite a few kiddo's ask how to make jpegs and manipulate the
size so they'll fit across the top of their blog and act as a header.
While I use Image composer, which is an archaic program, (if it aint
broke, don't fix it :-) I don't know what everyone has at home. I'd love
for all the kiddo's to learn Photoshop, but that takes money.
And so when I ran across this little jewel of a freebie I had to share! It's called pixlr.com.
It has similar features to Photoshop, and I'd love for the kiddo's to
play! Now, you do have to sign up, which basically involves giving them
your email and creating a password, but once that's taken care of you
can create, layer, and put words on any picture you'd like. Too, some of
the tools (such as the lasso, the wand, etc) are the same as Photoshop,
so learn this first and when we get to that stage it'll be a breeze!
Now I'm learning this one with you, so I'm no expert. But if you have a
questions feel free to post one and I'll see if I can't find the answer.
As always, go play, have fun, be fearless, and learn something new!
Friday, May 24, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
The Werewolf
It was a cold night. The werewolf howled, roaming the woods, searching for revenge on Christopher, the human that tried to get rid of him.
“We’re getting close,” Val whispered.
“I know.” Christopher’s eyes darted to the forest.
Sometimes people called Christopher selfless, but most of the time Christopher didn’t agree with them. He knew he wanted credit for killing the werewolf. Then he saw red glowing eyes.
Then the werewolf jumped out of the trees. And the werewolf was face to face once more. Then Val said catch. What was is in Christopher’s hand was a pocket knife.
Then Christopher ran right in to the Werewolf. Then the werewolf
Beat him and Val up. Then there was a loud gun fire. Then the werewolf fell. They soon found out he was shot. The werewolf was no more.
But who was strong enough to shoot the werewolf? The person was Eric.
Then he ran.
The end
Or is
it?
Posted by: Feedback
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Never Mess with your Sister!
One
day after school last year, my sister Hannah and I were in a big fight. I
wanted to wear her boots, and she wouldn’t let me so we started fighting. I was
so mad at her. It wasn’t fair that I always had to share things with her, and
she never shared things with me. All through dinner she kept poking me, and I
wanted to poke her back.
After
dinner, she was doing her homework in our room on her bed. We have bunk beds,
and she was on the top bunk. I was really mad at her, and I climbed up on the
side of the top bunk and poked her really hard on the arm. She got so mad she
pushed me, and I fell off the side of the bed and landed on really hard on the
floor.
I
knew something was wrong because my whole arm was stinging so bad. I started
crying really hard. Hannah ran and got our mom, and they took me to the hospital.
I remember going back to the x-ray room. They put this big thing around me and
made me stand in front of this big light. After the x-ray, they took me back to
my mom. A few minutes later, a doctor
came in and said, “You have a broken collarbone young lady.”
A
few minutes later a lady came in and put a cast on me. It was from my shoulder
all the way down and around my waist. They gave me medicine so the pain would
stop.
When
it was time to go a nurse took me to the car in a wheel chair. When I got home
I went up stairs and went to sleep. The next morning my sister was at school,
and I was at home. When I got up to use the bath room I could feel the broken
part moving. That day my mom was at work and my dad was watching me. My papa
came over to my house to see how I was doing. He brought me a milk shake from
Big Boy.
When Hannah got home she gave me candy. I
think it was because she felt bad for hurting me. I felt sad because I could
not do anything, except sleep. It was hard for me to go somewhere. I felt bad
and all I wanted to do is sleep. I felt dead.
I
learned to never mess with my sister.
Posted
by: Dance14
My First Strikeout!
I was at the softball field at 6:00, ready to pitch my first game. I was scared because I didn’t know what to do. The first pitch was a ball, it was too high. The second pitch—ball, it was too low. The third pitch—ball, it was outside. The forth pitch—BALL … UGG! I had just walked the first batter. I felt like I was going to cry. I was already nervous and that just made it worse.
I
looked over in the stands at my mom. I could tell she was hoping for me to
throw a good ball.
I took
a deep breath and threw the ball. I knew it was a good because the batter hit
it. I was happy that it was a good throw, but I didn’t like the other team
scoring a run.
I
started to finally calm down, and I wasn’t nervous any more. Then the third
batter came up to the plate. I threw the first pitch, she swung and missed! I
threw the second pitch, she missed again—STRIKE 2. I knew I just needed one
more good pitch, and I could get her out. I took a deep breath and looked over
at my mom. I thought to myself “Come on Ella, YOU CAN DO THIS!” I threw the
ball. The umpired yelled, “STRIKE 3, YOU’RE OUT!!!
I was
so happy!! Everything that happened after that is almost a blur because I was
so excited. Even though we lost the game, I was very proud of myself and I had
a good time. I will never forget my first throw.
Posted By: Pug33
For the Win!
I will never forget my first
basketball game at Kentucky Basketball Academy. We had been practicing for weeks and deep down
I knew I was ready, but I couldn’t stop feeling nervous. This was my first game and I didn’t want to
mess up.
All I heard was my mom screaming, “Go
Christopher Go!!” Someone on my team passed me the ball. As soon as I touched the ball, a player from
the other team smacked the ball out of my hands and he stole it. The referee called a foul because he hit my
face when he was smacking the ball. They
let me take 2 free throw shots; I missed the first one but made the
second.
It was now the other team’s ball. They came dribbling down the court and their
player made a 2 point shot. Now, they were up by one. That is when I really started getting
nervous.
It was our ball and there were 3 minutes left
in the game. We were passing the ball back and forth to
each other to run out the time. Finally with 30.1 seconds left, my friend
Lucas shot the ball!! SWOOSH!!! He made
the shot and we won by 2!! I couldn’t believe it!! We had won our first game and we all went
home happy.
The end
Posted by: Bling Bling Boy10
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Summer is Here!
Summer is here.
Summer makes me happy.
All I want to do is take a little nappy.
The sun is shining hard down upon my face.
I really am so sleepy, I‘ll lay in a green space.
The earth is my own pillow it really is so soft.
All I want to do is snore in earth’s cozy loft.
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