Through a dogs eyes

It all started when I woke up from my nap because of a very loud group of humans just jabbering on. I seen all kinds of things just floating in the air, I think they call them balloons or something like that. The humans just kept say happy birthday to the little kid with food smeared all over his face. After a few minutes they all started to calm down and head to the table to eat, now this was my cue to get up and hide underneath and wait for the sloppy eaters to drop some food under the table. I looked up and seen the that the little kid was starting to fiddle with his food so I dashed near him. After a few minutes of sitting there the first pieces started to drop, I pounced on a piece and devoured it like I hadn't ate in an eternity, It was cake I believe. After a few minutes of filling up my little tummy, the grown folk started to see me and started to get a little agitated. At first they just started screaming at me to stop, but come on now who stop eating all that good food so i just kept on doing as I was. Before I could finish the last bite, something smacked me across the rear-end, and just like that my day went from really good, to hurting really bad.

Media

The media has totally screwed our nation up. You can go into a store and pick up a few magazines about celebrities and find out each one says something different. It is all a big show to keep people up with Hollywood drama. Why don't we see magazines talking about America's hero's and such? Courageous people die every day and go unnoticed in society, but yet we can make a million magazines about Tiger Woods cheating on his wife.

The remains of a woman who disappeared 22 years ago in northern California have been found after the son of the woman's purported killer guided police to the site where her body was dumped, investigators announced Thursday.

The alleged killer's son told authorities that he watched his father kill 27-year-old Lysandra Marie Turpin in 1988 and that his dad forced him to help dispose of the body, the Humboldt County, California, Sheriff's Office announced.

Ernest Samuel Christie III, who was 16 at the time, told authorities that his now-dead father, Ernest Samuel Christie Jr., made him help dump Turpin's body in a ditch near their home in Fieldbrook, California, about 80 miles south of the Oregon border. Christie said his father forced him to help cover the body with tires, douse it in gasoline and set it on fire, Humboldt County Sheriff Gary Philp said in a statement Thursday.

Christie's dad had held and abused Turpin at his house for several weeks before killing her, Christie told the sheriff's office. She had been reported missing to Humboldt County law enforcement on April 8, 1988.

After Christie supplied the sheriff's office with a map of where the body had been dumped, a team of detectives, evidence technicians, and sheriff's deputies found teeth, clothing and charred bones. A forensic odontologist positively identified the remains as Lysandra Turpin on Wednesday, according to Philp.

Ernest Samuel Christie Jr. died in 2006, according to the sheriff's office. His son, now 38 and living in North Carolina, contacted the sheriff's office in February. He is not facing criminal charges, Philp said.

Christie told authorities that his father had abused other women, once holding a woman prisoner in a hollowed-out redwood tree stump. The woman escaped and declined to report the incident to law enforcement, the sheriff's office said.

Using a description provided by Christie, sheriff's personnel located the stump and found a carpet, plastic jugs, a hypodermic syringe and clothing there, Philp said Thursday.

Christie related other instances of his father -- who he said frequently used methamphetamine -- terrorizing women, Philp said.

Christie told authorities that his dad once took a woman on his fishing boat, tied her up and told her he was going to kill her. The woman managed to escape, and detectives were recently able to find her and corroborate Christie's account, Philp said.

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Senoirs 2010

Graduation is approaching
the world we know is about to change
for many people our education will continue
others will just find a job
many of us will never see each other again
internet will be our only means of connection
some are going to the same school
rooming in the same room
a few are wondering off all alone.
memories will never be forgotten
the stories will always be told
for we are the class of 2010