tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018172351694637482024-03-04T22:46:24.088-07:00What is WonderfulMini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-38419448381829955782011-04-28T20:22:00.002-07:002011-04-28T20:40:56.399-07:00BaseballI'm really sorry I haven't been on my blog in a long time. But I was really excited about this today, and I just want to tell everyone! So in my class we are having a baseball tournament. Like I've said before, the teams are Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. I'm on Hufflepuff. So anyway, the first game was between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. I can't remember the score exactly, but I think it was about 7 to 3. The only thing that matters is that WE WON! Then the second game was today. It was between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. We won by A LOT! The final score was 13 to 3. Our team was so excited! We think that we will have a real chance at winning the championship. Yay!Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-26887583559462703412010-10-17T23:04:00.002-07:002010-10-17T23:24:16.217-07:00Movie Monday: Featuring "The Sandlot"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkvWfQClherXSG1M9FBapwr36N5vVp7BqKc6EDLSm5edyYb9idXzIOlGunXWYdtjiesSS_nxyZkXmg7PM2rFUGp0XCTN0U8P4JKesaJkCKuvbyEvHQQ2bXwZUnsu0QMqgz1SWwqKJYuUN/s1600/sandlot.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkvWfQClherXSG1M9FBapwr36N5vVp7BqKc6EDLSm5edyYb9idXzIOlGunXWYdtjiesSS_nxyZkXmg7PM2rFUGp0XCTN0U8P4JKesaJkCKuvbyEvHQQ2bXwZUnsu0QMqgz1SWwqKJYuUN/s400/sandlot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529268004542944434" /></a>
I love this movie! It is so funny! If you haven't seen it then you should go buy it and watch it. It is mainly about baseball hence the name the sandlot. Anyway, it is about this boy who moves to a new neighborhood with lots of kids that play baseball. The kid is some sort of geek that's obsessed with science and he doesn't have any friends. His mom wants him to make friends so he tries to play baseball with the other kids. But they sort of reject him in a way. So then the nice kid, Benny, invites him to play baseball. They start to call him smallz. And so when one of the kids hits the ball it goes over the fence and they can't get the ball because there is a monstrous over the fence. Smallz says they his step father had a basball. But he didn't know that the ball was signed by Babe Ruth. So when Smallz hits the ball it went over the same fence and he starts to freak out! So throughout the whole movie their goal is to get the ball back.Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-27323564916840126362010-10-07T20:57:00.003-07:002010-10-07T21:53:28.050-07:00Almost ThereI think I forgot to mention some things in my last post about sixth grade. On the fist day he had us get in a line and we would all sit on a chair, he'd put a brown hat on us, and then he would pull out a piece of paper from a tin can and say if we got Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw. He didn't do Slitheren because he thought that it would mean that those people would be bad. Anyway, I'm in Hufflepuff. And you know how in Harry Potter how there are quidditch matches and points and all? Well, our quidditch matches are sports and Mr. Mills has three jars; one for each house. He puts marbles in the jars representing the points. We get marbles by getting 100% on an assignment or winning a quidditch match and stuff. We lose marbles by talking or if someone in that house got a ticket. (by the way, tickets are bad things in my school. if you do something bad enough then they give you a ticket.) Anyway, whoever has the most marbles at the end of the week gets to do everything first the next week. Hufflepuff hasn't won once. I forgot to say that every week Mr. Mills chooses a head boy or girl and they are the ones that take and give marbles. Anyway, the only reason Hufflepuff keeps losing is because people thought it would be funny if we never won. So they would take away marbles from hufflepuff for no reason what-so-ever. Everyone in my house is getting kind of angry and we don't think it's funny. We are being really good and we don't get any credit. I'm glad that the head girl this week is my friend, Maurisa. She's reasonable and she wouldn't take away marbles for no reason. She even takes marbles from her house a lot. All the other head boys and girls never took marbles from there house unless Mr. Mills told them to. Anyway, in class we are studying and memorizing the countries of Europe and where they are. I have been studying a lot! And I wanted all of my hard work to pay off. So today I was glad when Mr. Mills said that we would have a contest to see who could point to the country faster. He started with Ravenclaw and a boy in my class named Dawson won. Next he did Gryffindor. Another boy in my class named JJ won. Finally he did Hufflepuff and I won! Yeah! Then he said for the winners of each house to go up to the map. I went up against JJ first. He called, "Belgium!" I knew exactly where that was! I got nervous but I turned around and pointed to it. I won! Then it was the final two. I got really nervous because he said whoever won got marbles for their house, and Ravenclaw always wins every single week! He called out, "Slovakia!" I knew where this was because it was the one that I struggled with most so I studied hard on it. I turned around and my mind went blank. I completely forgot where it was! I was so nervous! But I found it and pointed to ,and Hufflepuff got the marbles! We are so close to winning. I hope we do!Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-26585266155037859482010-08-28T20:37:00.003-07:002010-10-07T20:59:41.244-07:006th GradeI can't believe I'm going to 6th grade! I'm really glad that I got Mr. Mills. On Friday I had P.E., art, and music. P.E. was with Mr. Mills, art was with Mrs. Earnshaw, and Music was with Mrs. Miller. P.E. was really fun! We played soccer. There was a kid on my team and he doesn't play soccer a lot. In fact, and don't think he ever has. Our team captain assigned him to be the goalie. When a kid kicked the ball to score a goal, our goalie did an awesome move to block it! He used his legs! He didn't kick it. He sort of twisted his legs and caught the ball in the middle. Everyone was cheering! Even some people on the other team! After two games of soccer, we went inside to go to art in Mrs. Earnshaw's room. She handed out pieces of paper and some colored pencils and she explained to us what we were going to do. She said that we were going to draw a tree that has leaves but also put other things on it that we like. I drew a tether ball, a book, an apple, and a doughnut. I think I had another thing on it but I can't remember. After art we went to Mrs. Miller's room and we sang really fun songs! I had Mrs. Miller in fourth grade. But she moved to 6th grade this year. First we sang a song that I don't know how to spell but we were being really silly in it. Then we sang, "An Austrian went Yodeling". That's one of my favorite songs! Then we sang The princess pat which is one of my favorite girl scout songs. Then we sang Boom-chicka-boom. I love that song! And finally we sang, "I'm a little pile of tin". I like that song too! It was a really fun day!Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-25645608280461172502010-08-21T11:08:00.000-07:002010-08-22T14:25:10.503-07:00Parakeets<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7YAQu5ZzhQGTwLlGEBcO212iPxfI5_IBuRBpHgGCPELkED5ItrNeVFKGu7Vh471eWa8VHOEiMOd3uNEDvjAOd-df7XbPsbCi5fRyb6bcTxpURJ48GGdixLKO6aTaIH1zpJZEe_YcphRH/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7YAQu5ZzhQGTwLlGEBcO212iPxfI5_IBuRBpHgGCPELkED5ItrNeVFKGu7Vh471eWa8VHOEiMOd3uNEDvjAOd-df7XbPsbCi5fRyb6bcTxpURJ48GGdixLKO6aTaIH1zpJZEe_YcphRH/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508044511506746994" /></a>
A few weeks ago my dad bought two parakeets. One is blue and one is green. The green one's name is Carol. Carol doesn't like to be held a whole lot. When I try to hold her she just jumps off right away. One time she even pooped on me! The blue one's name is Angelica. Angelica likes to be held. And she likes it when I feed her seeds. One time I held Angelica out of her cage! Here is a picture of them.Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-77990267123876144362010-08-05T20:29:00.003-07:002010-08-05T22:14:35.954-07:00Lava Hot Springs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjz-q1kFZzzSgxInnYDMVLvt-u6_6rkC0J9GzuRH5IdAqIutjJo5tYZOM_01_NkU9D1QMAoEKPt8YOpoOMe8PgB1P_aeSrcA7thyphenhyphenyZIxnko9Yy247KucTroPgdHU0PK5eizOvKys4r-kt/s1600/lava_slides.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjz-q1kFZzzSgxInnYDMVLvt-u6_6rkC0J9GzuRH5IdAqIutjJo5tYZOM_01_NkU9D1QMAoEKPt8YOpoOMe8PgB1P_aeSrcA7thyphenhyphenyZIxnko9Yy247KucTroPgdHU0PK5eizOvKys4r-kt/s320/lava_slides.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502160883816691826" /></a>
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Last Monday I went to Lava Hot Springs with my girl scout troop. Lava Hot Springs is in Idaho and it was the first time my troop went out of state for camp. We went to a campsite on Monday. And then that night it was terrible! I got an hour of sleep that night. The raindrops were huge and it was raining really hard on our tents and the thunder was really big and the lightning was really close! The next day we had eggs and muffins for breakfast and left for Lava Hot Springs at 11:00. When we got there I looked at the slides and platforms and there were three platforms. The third platform is really high and everyone in the pool looked whenever someone was going to jump off the third platform. The worst thing about the trip was that I got a sunburn. Tuesday night was a lot better than Monday night. It didn't storm and I didn't wake up until morning. On Monday I kept taking several little naps during the night. On the last day, which was Wednesday, we had pancakes. We packed up our sleeping bags and packed our clothes and took down our tents. On the way back home the five girls in my car including me played a card game called I doubt it. And then the leader that was driving us home got us pizza, water, and frosties from Wendy's! We were really late to get home. It was a really fun trip!Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-19096122054191107152010-01-17T13:31:00.002-07:002010-01-17T13:33:39.134-07:00RebeccaRebecca Jane Marsden has a blog! Well, she had an other blog but we forgot her username and password. So we made a new one! Her blog address is www.rebeccamarsden.blogspot.com.Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-65804672533759798832009-12-22T12:30:00.007-07:002010-01-03T20:39:48.184-07:00Movie Monday: Featuring A Christmas Story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8KJ6FGjden7ysDfmTU_1rywYqQ0xsh2Mlq_y3gr5n2JPCQ1NOuMNcE-CfIjKhJ4ZZFGm4SzO_JG33fsqSG39L0HSm3o3izllzFZblX_IDWhXPP2yrNpfQRgwtwYDm554XKOW2nBlBkcR/s1600-h/A+christmas+story.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8KJ6FGjden7ysDfmTU_1rywYqQ0xsh2Mlq_y3gr5n2JPCQ1NOuMNcE-CfIjKhJ4ZZFGm4SzO_JG33fsqSG39L0HSm3o3izllzFZblX_IDWhXPP2yrNpfQRgwtwYDm554XKOW2nBlBkcR/s320/A+christmas+story.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422722617206690290" /></a>
"You'll shoot your eye out!" That is my most favorite line in the movie. Whenever he tells a grownup that he wants an official red ryder 200 shot range model air rife, they say, "You'll shoot your eye out." But then when he thinks he isn't he actually shoots his eye out when he gets it for Christmas. Well, he shoots, it hits something, then comes back and hits him in the eye with his glasses on.
I also liked the part when Flick got his tongue stuck on the pole. I think it's so funny! But then I was thinking about if I got in a situation like that and got my tongue stuck to the pole. I was at granma and granpa's one morning and granpa showed me an aricle on the newspaper and it was about a little boy in Idaho that stuck his tongue to a pole.
I think the weirdest par in the movie is when the dad gets a leg lamp. I would be so embarassed if I were a mom and my husband put a leg lamp in the front window. FRONT!Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-56204656769097142542009-12-13T09:30:00.009-07:002009-12-13T22:48:38.945-07:00Movie Monday: Featuring The Princess and the Frog<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjWujs-tcbi-1ZzCfKyZ5G-Hzt5s4sTqep5HHYejFgTYP6vFLbx7dSxx4HiQityURIA-vtOlECE-m5ed-LiS4PpFEXOiGZ0tsh_NBO6QxHMAjnQbidVcZSdeUK_igyb0CbWgcz0p9FuvG/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjWujs-tcbi-1ZzCfKyZ5G-Hzt5s4sTqep5HHYejFgTYP6vFLbx7dSxx4HiQityURIA-vtOlECE-m5ed-LiS4PpFEXOiGZ0tsh_NBO6QxHMAjnQbidVcZSdeUK_igyb0CbWgcz0p9FuvG/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414961774778016354" /></a>
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This is the best disney princess movie I have ever seen! It is awesome! I want to tell everything that is in it. But I can't because I don't want to spoil it for everyone else. It just came out on the 11th. But I saw it on the 5th of December. How, you ask? It all started on the 4th when I was at activity days. My friend Jeralyn asked me if I wanted to come to Gateway theater and see, "The Princess and the Frog". For some reason I didn't understand for a minute. I wasn't sure if I could. So I asked my mom when I got home and she said yes. I told Jeralyn and I was shocked when she said she was going to pick me up at 8:10 in the morning.
We arrived at about 8:45. We had to wait until 9:45 though. I didn't know we would have to wait for an hour. We finally went in the theater and we sat on the fifth row down from the top. The thought all of a sudden came to my head, "Why am I seeing this before it even came out?". "We're at a pre-show." said Jeralyn after I asked her. All of a sudden, I saw the guy that hosts on Radio Disney. He started to throw shirts and Jeralyn, Keeley, and I all caught one.
After he ran out of shirts he said for everyone to come down and dance. We went down and we listened for what dance he wanted us to do. I don't exactly remember what dance, but it was fun! He finally said that we were going to play freeze dance. He wanted to see crazy poses, or crazy dancing. I tried to do a crazy pose but it never ended up crazy. So I started to dance crazy. A guy came up to me and he handed me some frog-feet slippers! It was so cool!
It starts out when Tiana, the main girl, is a kid and she is listening to the story The Princess and the Frog being read by her mother. She is at her friend's house, who is apperantly rich and has a huge house, and they are in princess dresses. Her friend in a pink puffy dress, and Tiana in a simple small little blue dress with sparkles and a crown.
Tiana has a gift with cooking. And her father wants to start a resteraunt in the future. I cannot say anymore. Not at all. You need to see it yourself, obviously. It wouldn't be the same if I just told you right now. If I tell you too much, then you will be looking for the parts that I told you about instead of really watching the movie. Anyway, you NEED to see it no matter what. You will have no excuse if you miss it the day you were supposed to see it.Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-76951977103135352242009-12-11T14:13:00.002-07:002009-12-11T14:16:44.009-07:00A note to Movie MondayI will not always be doing Movie Monday every Monday. I can try, but sometimes I am way too busy. Maybe if I catch up on my assignments I could. I have to admit that I have to get used to doing Movie Monday. Sometimes I forget, and sometimes i cant think of a movie. So you should look every Monday because you don't know if I did Movie Monday or not. I also have to admit that I know that I am supposed to be doing Movie Monday as I play games or watch tv. But I will get used to it someday. I should probably write it down somewhere.Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-31979119083064201862009-11-22T16:36:00.005-07:002009-11-24T15:53:50.571-07:00Movie Monday: Featuring "Anastasia"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiUQFQ65LXpWTe8qPGK34Paezwr8CrVHVv4g4jtHQYzmOau3r_DuADEUgonH2TbnuYjdZ5SFYSiyXwC8oA-ttUbSPcr5-iWrhfM88iWHex7DWcIb2bYkZlDKXBMjw6yvXv58bYiMoVIYX/s1600/Anastasia+02.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiUQFQ65LXpWTe8qPGK34Paezwr8CrVHVv4g4jtHQYzmOau3r_DuADEUgonH2TbnuYjdZ5SFYSiyXwC8oA-ttUbSPcr5-iWrhfM88iWHex7DWcIb2bYkZlDKXBMjw6yvXv58bYiMoVIYX/s320/Anastasia+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407171187444760354" /></a>
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This movie really makes me feel mysterious. If you haven't heard of Anastasia, she was the duchess of Russia. There was a bad man named Rasputin and he wanted to kill the Romanov family. I don't know excactly know why, but he did. Anastasia went missing along with her brother. They never found them, but a girl named Anna Anderson came back in 1922 to Russia claiming to be Anastasia. Here is a picture of her as a kid.
Anyway, that was her real story. In the movie it is way different. At the beginning of the movie Anastasia is trying to escape with her grandma because Rasputin is going after them. Her grandma makes it on to the train, but Anastasia hit her head really hard as she tried to get on. Her grandma went to France, but Anastasia (Anya) went to an orphanage. When Anya was about 21 she was sent away from the orphanage. A man named Demitri was holding auditions to pretend to have the real Anastasia so they could get a lot of money. So Anya went there thinking that Demitri was a person that gives out traveling papers. Since she looked excactly like Anastasia, because she was, they took her to France and introduced her to her grandma. They reunited.
During the whole movie Anastasia and Demitri had a little relationship like every other movie. Demitri didn't want the money anymore. All he wanted was Anya. So Demitri and Anya went away back to Russia. It actually has a really happy ending. I really liked this movie and think you should see it if you haven't.Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-71036895931046003052009-11-12T21:45:00.027-07:002009-11-15T21:40:30.356-07:00Movie Monday: Featuring "Up"<div><font color="#ff0000">Spoiler Alert!!!!!! If you haven't seen this movie stop reading now......................... (unless you want to keep going)</font>
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<div>I love this movie. I just watched it yesterday as I thought of Movie Monday. This movie is so sad that my Mom cried at the first part of the movie! Usually she would cry at the end but they had to make it sad at the beginning. My Mom also cried at the end. But not as much as the beginning. It is sort of like a time line but in video form.
They meet...</div>
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They get married...</div>
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<div>They work on the house... </div>
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She can't have babies...</div>
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They get older...
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<div>My mom wasn't just having tears come out of her eyes. She was making the noise that a real cry would have! Like this, "Ugh, ugh, ugh...". Not loud though. I have never heard my mom cry like that. I felt like crying, too! </div>
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<div>"I do not like the cone of shame..." Dug says.</div>
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<div>My dad started to laugh hysterically when he heard that line! Our whole family was laughing! Well, Bruce wasn't laughing, but he can't laugh. So that doesn't count.</div>
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<div>Anyway, I highly recommend you watch this movie if you haven't seen it! You are really going to be in for a treat!
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<div></div>Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-10058627358103941662009-11-12T21:39:00.002-07:002009-11-12T21:43:17.668-07:00Movie MondayIn my last post I was asking for help for an idea to do. What I mean is, I want something like Family Friday. So I looked at my comments and Becky suggested that I should feature shows or favorite books. The shows part made me think of Movie Monday! On monday (of course on monday) I am going to start Movie Monday! So Movie Monday better get ready because here we come!Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-69415910183684855272009-11-11T15:02:00.004-07:002009-11-15T21:46:50.477-07:00HelpI really like Aunt Lesly's idea about Family Friday. And I like Aunt Lilian's Trivia Questions. So I decided to make something of my own. If you can think of anything I can do, then please, please, PLEASE give me an idea. If an idea doesn't come up in three days, then I will just think of something on my own. It's ok if you don't suggest an idea. I will be fine!Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-66085216991512953812009-11-10T14:26:00.005-07:002009-11-10T16:42:20.698-07:00Ted is DeadLast night my pet hamster died because of old age. I was expecting it any day though. When I got Ted, my mom said that hamsters only last for about 1 to 2 years. Ted lived for 3 years excactly. That is a long time. You wouldn't think so, but to them, it is like 100 years. Well, I don't know how long it is to them, but that's what I would feel like if I were a hamster. Yet it was still shocking. It was my dad that found him dead. He said that he would look everyday to make sure he was breathing. He would shake the cage or something. Last night he kept shaking the cage, but Ted wouldn't move. Finally my dad touched him and he told me that he felt cold. I have told myself a long time ago that I wouldn't cry when he died. I didn't. I was actually surprised that I didn't. I would have if I found him dead. I am so glad that I didn't find him dead. I would have been crushed. Once my dad said that he was dead, I decided that it would be best for me not to look at him. My dad went to work and buried Ted out in a field. When Derek was 9, he buried his hamster in our backyard. He was young, so he didn't know any better. Today I thought my dad threw Ted away. What are you supposed to do with a hamster when it dies?Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-32882791924688820402009-11-09T17:07:00.003-07:002009-11-09T17:43:59.814-07:00Learning FootballThe other day, a boy at my school was holding a football. I have two friends and their names are Megan Anderson and Megan Sowby. Dawson usually throws the ball at them and they try to catch it. But they try to catch it at the same time so it doesn't really work. Plus, they hold up their knee and put their hand in front of it. As I watched, I thought I could catch it better. One time he tried to throw it to me but I dodged it because I didn't want to look like an idiot trying to catch it. What if I missed? Would he laugh? Of course he would. He's mean. So I came home and for a couple of days I hesitated to ask Derek to teach me how to catch and throw a football. But one day I didn't have to say anything. Derek all of a sudden picked up a football and said, "Go long!" So I did. Once I went far enough I turned around and Derek threw the ball. I missed of course. I haven't even learned a single thing about football. Except for the one time my girl scout leader's husband came to teach us about it. We even played a game of football. I didn't get any of it. I'd rather have private lessons.
Derek came over to me and he showed me how to hold it. Then tought me how to throw it. It was the first day so I didn't do that well. But today when I was doing it, I threw it like Derek has been throwing it! I was so excited! Since I could catch and throw it good, Derek started to teach me how they would play in a real football game. He showed me something that had to do with a quarterback and he also taught me how to throw a football like a ref. I never succeeded on the the ref throwing. But now that Derek has taught me all this stuff, I can probably catch the football at school. Maybe Derek can teach me enough that I actually play football at recess!Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-33911655567670187042009-11-07T19:27:00.004-07:002009-11-11T15:01:36.271-07:00Chelsea's Birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxSH6jLB0vaFo8Ln74_il_Xw47OvUsrNFlpU0RfdnacNDSLQhGF_1O6lS6sp5JnkoL8uPCvrq7OjBTNcelRzj5B8oWsXV4i4CE3MtUYXDBaYxDZ8YPy1OZWNPLoFYOit97-KtaDqy_Np13/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402969346192390722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxSH6jLB0vaFo8Ln74_il_Xw47OvUsrNFlpU0RfdnacNDSLQhGF_1O6lS6sp5JnkoL8uPCvrq7OjBTNcelRzj5B8oWsXV4i4CE3MtUYXDBaYxDZ8YPy1OZWNPLoFYOit97-KtaDqy_Np13/s320/013.JPG" /></a>
<div>It's Chelsea's birthday! She is 15! 3 years ago I was saying, "Chelsea! You're going to drive in 4 years!" but now I have to say, "Chelsea! You're driving next year!" It's amazing how time can go by so fast. Chelsea says that she is scared to drive. But I think she has a little bit of excitment. The sad thing is, I didn't have time to buy her a present. I went to D.I. today but we were only looking at clothes. I even told her that I was going to give her the best gift ever. But now I can't give it to her in time. I wish I could get her something at Deseret Industries. But it is actually her fault that I couldn't. My mom had to go pick her up and take her to lunch! Then when we left my mom said we would go back.We never did go back! I was so dissapointed. I thought of the idea of making a gift before she came back from her dance. But I couldn't think of anything!</div>Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-58540355862693582762009-10-12T18:01:00.008-07:002009-11-11T17:12:19.321-07:00My postsI have never realized how small I did my posts when I started my blog! For example,
T'ocean
I used to be really sad about missing the last
day of school for T'ocean. It's not that I don't
like T'ocean. I just really love 4th grade. But
when grandma showed me some videos of
T'ocean, I got over missing the last day of
school. T'ocean looked like lots of fun!
When I was reading my blog I came across, "T'ocean". First of all, the letters were really big. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I think they were this big</span>. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">But I am too lazy to look. I also thought this was tiny,</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"></span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">My Gramma and Grampa</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">My Gramma and Grampa are great! I love them so</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">much! But my dad changed his schedgule and now</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">I don't get to go to their house on Fridays. :o(</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"></span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">I don't even know why I put the frowny face at the end. It sort of brings me down looking at it. Here is another one that is really tiny,</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"></span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">My brother Derek</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">Here is a video I took of my brother playing the </span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">trumpet in a concert. (If you can't find him, he is </span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">behind the person with the curly hair in the back.)</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"></span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">Minus the video, it is a really small post. I don't think the video should count.</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"></span>
<span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-84504301991093814902009-10-07T20:06:00.003-07:002009-10-12T19:45:56.320-07:00Working in the Lunch Room<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6k3QYA_hL37Buy1FfNSI8YKsaGo7WtHgUG7O3FO_spyaKwkpsQ_mzfVOZ4O3y0kD_LGvKqoVfCR5qbg_uXj_U1l3VTTcx_4sNVkojG9R08iF6ayLWJWxiK8gD29csD0dVS6Kk9e1ojaqQ/s1600-h/DSCN0724.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391910225722112658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6k3QYA_hL37Buy1FfNSI8YKsaGo7WtHgUG7O3FO_spyaKwkpsQ_mzfVOZ4O3y0kD_LGvKqoVfCR5qbg_uXj_U1l3VTTcx_4sNVkojG9R08iF6ayLWJWxiK8gD29csD0dVS6Kk9e1ojaqQ/s320/DSCN0724.JPG" /></a>
<div>I got to work in the lunch room today! At first, I was scared because of all the years of just watching and seeing how difficult it would be. Today, Mrs. Woodward said, "Who hasn't worked in the lunch room yet?" I didn't want to raise my hand because I didn't want to try to do it. But, at the same time I didn't want to lie (actually it was because she would know if <em>I </em>hadn't done it.) So I raised my hand hoping that she wouldn't call on me. She did. She said, "Choose someone to go with you." I chose my friend Megan Anderson. Ranoda called on the inercom and said that they needed 3 lunch room helpers today. I thought she was going to let me choose again but she just picked Kennedy. I was perfectly fine with that because I didn't want to make other kids feel bad that I didn't pick them. We all went down to the kitchen at 11:30. Lynda, the head lunch lady, told us to wash our hands and put our hats on. They weren't net hat thingys. They were just some cheap paper hats. Once we got them on, we put our gloves on and headed to the counter full of pizza, sandwhiches and yogurt, and chicken patties and cheese sticks. I chose the pizza, Kennedy chose the chicken patties and cheese sticks, and Megan chose the sandwhiches and yogurt. I had no idea how fast the pizza went. The lunch lady was yelling at me to go faster. It was also very awkward when I didn't have a big tray of pizza for the kids that were waiting for it. After the 1st and 2nd grade, we switched. I got the sandwhiches and yogurt, Kennedy got the pizza, and Megan got the chicken patties and cheese sticks. It also felt awkward when I ran out of grape jelly sandwhichs and the kids were asking for one. Finally, it was my turn for the chicken patties and cheese sticks. They were going soooooooooooo fast. See, the pizza at our school is WAY different than any other pizza (hopefully you know what I mean). So people usually get a chicken patty. But today there was cheese sticks and Megan said she LOOOOVED them! So I tried them. I guess I am able to say I LOOOOVE them, too!</div>Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-18150928224313186372009-09-28T19:47:00.002-07:002009-09-28T20:25:26.358-07:00Little House on the PrairieI just finished a book called "Little House on the Prairie". It was a very good book. I got it in 3rd grade and I thought it would be a boring book because I was younger. But since I am in 5th grade now, I understand the book. I think Laura Ingalls is a very good writer. I am so excited to read "Farmer Boy"! I wonder what it is going to be like. And for some reason, today when I was explaining my "All About Me" poster, I said that I wanted to be an author when I grow up. And Mrs. Woodward said, "Maybe someday when you are all older you will see a book that says, "Written by Emily Marsden".Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-45808765370967095202009-09-28T19:11:00.000-07:002009-09-28T19:39:28.203-07:00ScienceToday when we had science, we did a lot of experiments. First, my teacher Mrs. Woodward put some water in a cup. She had two other cups that were empty, too. She lined all 3 of the cups up and started switching them around. Afterwards she would ask us which one had the water in it. Then she switched them around one last time and asked which one had the water in it. My friend Megan answered and Mrs. Woodward said, "Come to the front of the class." Megan stood there while Mrs. Woodward asked, "Are you willing to see?" As she held it above her head. Megan said nervously, "Sure." So Mrs. Woodward turned it upside down and nothing came out. Payson guessed and the same thing happened to him, nothing was in the cup. Lastly, Mason answered. Mrs. Woodward actually did it differently to him. She actually threw the cup in his face like water was going to come out, but nothing came out of the cup. "What?" My class said. Mrs. Woodward got a popsicle stick and stuck it in the first cup. It leaned against the side. She took it out and put it in the next cup. It leaned to the side, too. Finally, she stuck it in to the last cup and it stood straight up! Mrs. Woodward asked us what we thought would make it do that. I don't remember all of them. I actually don't remember any of them. But she told us after everyone guessed. I don't remember what she put in the water, but what ever it was, it made the water turn to mushy stuff. The second thing that we did was, she put something in a soda can and started to heat it up. She got a bowl of water and put it on the table. Once the can was done heating up, she got the tongs and carefully took it over to the bowl of water. She dropped it in the water and it exploded. She said that when the extreme heat touches the cold water, it explodes. Well, I think that was the reason. I think it was a guess someone made. The last one was, she lit up a candle and sang, "Happy birthday to you." And then she blew out the candle and threw it in her mouth and ate it! She said that she got a wide straw and put it threw and apple and took it out of the straw. And then she said there is some type of oil in almonds hat makes it able to catch on fire. I can't believe she actually tricked us like that!Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-90074827591959470732009-09-21T17:40:00.000-07:002009-09-28T19:05:42.588-07:00Late for PianoI completely for got about piano. But, here is the story. I had two perfectly good pieces of bread in front of me with the peanut-butter jar lid off the peanut-butter jar with a perfectly good amount of peanut-butter on my knife. BUT, my stomach filled with butterflies when I remembered that I was supposed to go to piano. Hoping in my mind that I wasn't late, I looked at the time. Piano is at 4:00. I looked and it said 3:59! I was so freaked out! Usually I look and it is perfect because, because........ I don't know, I'm magic? Well since..... OH MY GOSH! I just looked at the clock and it said 4:59! That is so weird. You get it right? you know my story is about piano and I looked and it was 3:59 and now I looked and its 4:59. Ok, back to my story.Well since I was late I (sniffle, sniffle) I had to shove the perfect pieces of bread into the bread sack, thingy, and I had to lick... well this part isn't so bad. I had to lick the perfect amount of peanut-butter off the knife and put it in the sink. I didn't even bother to put the peanut-butter away though. So I thought I could just run out of the kitchen and look in the closet for my piano bag. But, NOOOOO! Becca just HAD to have my piano bag for kindergarten! Ugh. So, I grabbed my "to do" bag... (it was for my show, like what to do between scenes) I'm not a geek that has a "to do" bag so that they don't feel lonely with their retared life. Ok, back to the story. I grabbed the bag and I took everything out. Put my piano books and I was heading for the door but Derek stopped me and asked some stupid retarded Super Mario Galaxy question. I answered. And then ran out the door. I started running but then I saw Joel running towards me. Joel is so gross. I started running as fast as I could like I didn't even now he was trying to talk to me. But he started running faster and I started to freak out cause I was late. So I made a different route to piano and he couldn't find me. YES! I started to walk cause I was tired. Oh my gosh! I forgot to write down the letters of the piano notes in one of my books! So I got out my mechanical pencil and did it on the way. I gladly made to piano. (but I was 5 minutes late)Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-65827327831172004772009-09-12T08:40:00.000-07:002009-09-12T09:12:38.751-07:00My First Phone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfHFFvKd7AzOYGzhuHirXTaBKLg0DYDWi3-Nw22sP599HwKYNvo_Ul9aWy5kuDf6r4NVfTtVeg22Wic9aQR7xuFC4sL2Rm091SlcFpCop9oULQDaeJJBGe7Yt11k1g0K3Ke0AnGlY1tmI/s1600-h/DSCN0619.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380609434028459298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipfHFFvKd7AzOYGzhuHirXTaBKLg0DYDWi3-Nw22sP599HwKYNvo_Ul9aWy5kuDf6r4NVfTtVeg22Wic9aQR7xuFC4sL2Rm091SlcFpCop9oULQDaeJJBGe7Yt11k1g0K3Ke0AnGlY1tmI/s320/DSCN0619.JPG" border="0" /></a>
<div>I got my first phone yesterday! I thought I was going to get it at the end of 5th grade. But since I have to pick up Becca from kindergarten now and sometimes I can't find her, my mom gave me her phone and she got a new one. My mom has a red Samsung phone and it has a full keyboard! I wish she kept hers and I got the red Samsung. </div>Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-53855480205722968642009-08-03T20:51:00.002-07:002009-10-07T20:40:09.568-07:00My new roomChelsea and I decided to change the color of our room. So I petty much got left out on the conversation and I didn't get to choose the color. I really liked our room yellow but Chelsea said it looked like the paint was faded. I wouldn't mind if the room was a different color I just wish I had a chance to vote. Chelsea said she wanted it to be orange. It's not that I have something against orange but like I said, I wish I had a chance to vote. So Chelsea started to talk to me about it and she said that one of the walls are going to have white polka-dots. I said, "O.K." to pretty much everything she said. Our room is done by the way. It's all orange and one of the walls have white polka-dots. But now Chelsea and I are switching sides in our room because Chelsea wants the side with the polka-dots. And Chelsea was complaining because I have a more "ligit" side. I was saying in my head, "well if we switch sides then you'll have the ligit side and I won't, and that would be unfair." I'm not being selfish about having a "ligit" side.It would just be unfair because we would stay like that forever. FOR-E-VER!Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001817235169463748.post-10105487683303498732009-04-11T12:36:00.000-07:002009-04-11T13:51:33.220-07:00T'ocean<span style="font-size:180%;">I used to be really sad about missing the last day of school for t'ocean. It's not that I don't like t'ocean. I just really love 4th grade. But when Grandma showed me videos of t'ocean I got over missing the last day of school. T'ocean looked like lots of fun!</span>Mini Embemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17051378792537945187noreply@blogger.com5