How boring. “A snow car perhaps?” It’s been done. I needed something that was never before seen. As I rummaged through the supply closet searching for
Have you ever wondered what happened to Frosty the Snowman after the movie ended? Well, now you can finally have that life long mystery answered with the new Arrow Video Blu-ray release of the "cult classic" Microwave Massacre! If you're confused as shit, read on! Frosty has now apparently transformed from a snowman into a middle-aged man in a dead end relationship. He wakes up every day and heads to his construction job where everyone stands around with hard hats on and holding shovels (hey, just like real government work!)
Youths should not be banned from participating in sports such as dodgeball, cheerleading, and football. To begin with, dodgeball teaches physical and mental education. According to the text, ”Rick Hanetho, founder of National Amatuer Dodgeball Association said,” It teaches hand-eye coordination, concentration, and to draw quick conclusions” (171). This proves that youths shouldn’t be banned from dodgeball since it teaches them at a young age and it teaches mental and physical lessons. As for cheerleading, youths shouldn’t be banned because the coaches are trained and certified.
“Used artificial snow so no one would get
Ellie loved snow so much! Making snowmen, having snowball fights, sledding, snowmobiling. The things you could do in snow were endless. Playing in the snow with her friends were her best memories living in Minnesota. The only things she didn't like about the snow was scraping off her car in the morning.
Every year, my family goes on a snowmobile trip with my friend Aftyn’s family in Spearfish, South Dakota. About two years ago, we drove out for our trip as usual. The first day was super fun. We stopped at Four Corners, a fun hill to climb, and we did lots of racing. The second day was a little more eventful.
Jem and Scout want to make a snowman however, there is not enough snow. So they begin scooping, molding, smoothing, the dirt into the distinct three-circled shape of a snowman. They then add the snow on top of the dirt, to make their snowman white. This is seen when Scout narrates, “Jem scooped up an armful of dirt, patted it into a mount on which he added another load, and another until he had constructed a torso… Jem scooped up some snow and began plastering it on” (Lee 89).
Since it was winter time, and it was snowing, there was neither football or baseball, so they decided to throw snowballs at passing cars. They finally hit the wrong car at a fun time. The man that was driving a Buick pulled over and came to a complete stop when the snowball hit his windshield. He jumped out of the car, and chased after them until he finally caught them. They all stood
Not to mention the vast decorations that are included, colorful pieces of trash, large mud blobs and an occasional thick blanket of snow which would soon become a great patch work of ice. At it seems, high school parking lots are full of
Not the little cute snowflakes you see on TV while watching your favorite holiday movies, but lots of snow. It was the kind of snow that is unimaginable at least to me, at that time of my life. I have never seen it snow before, and as the cold white snow blows along the road and sticks to the window I holler oh my God.
His arms shook around, and he wiggled a little as he got used to his snowman form. He opened his mouth but the words didn 't come out. Confused, he cleared his throat, and his deep warm voice formed a pleasant sound. He told us about his time away, on his vacation in the North Pole. He said he 's always wanted to come back to our yard, but it 's never been cold enough for him to return.
I look across the long field behind my house for a good flat area to build my snowman. Unfortunately, Snowball had already found one and was quickly gathering snow. Ugg, I think, he’s gonna win! Luckily I found a flat area quickly and I started building within a blink of an eye. I start by making a huge pile of snow, I figure that if I make a big pile of snow I can then carve it into the shape a wonderful snowman.
Or Sunday afternoons, when I took my hair ribbons out, and played with Snowball. One ribbon was for me, one for my dad and both to taunt Snowball with. I’d snake it around her body and lift it into the air as she leaped and swiped at it. She’d paw it, bite it and chase it as I ran around the house and dragged it behind me. Cat toys have nothing on a good ribbon.
They ended up using snow from Miss Maudie's house as well as theirs. Jem realized that there was not an abundant amount of snow, so they would have to use mud to build the snowman and then cover it with snow. They figured out how much of each they needed, Scout mentioned, “… we had five baskets of earth and two baskets of snow, Jem said we were ready to begin.” (Lee 88).
Three inches of pure fluffy snowflakes covered as far as my eye could see. Soon, my neighbors also came outside to discover the masterpiece that lay in front of them. Children of all ages brought out sleds and began sliding down our hill. My dog began jumping and running around like a scared rabbit as he ran through the thick snow. Up and down the street families were playing outside, laughing and having a good time The delight and happiness that filled our neighborhood was something truly
