It's the Ides of March today. That is March 15. It was a day full of bad luck for Julius Ceaser. I just hope it isn't for me.
Instead I had a great day. Happy Birthday Lilianna and Travis!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Amomodating
That's what moms are, Amomodating. It's a combination between Accommodating and Mom. Because that is what my mom is.
a m o m o d a t i n g!!!!!
It's a good word, huh.
It doesn't mean that my mom always lets me do whatever I want. It means she cares so much about me. She would go so far out of her way if she thought it would help me in any way. She'll be accommodating, but only in ways that will help her children.
Like when none of my friends were going to McDermit for the leadership conference. She bought me a bunch of snacks to share with the other girls on the bus. That is very amomodating.
Like with the History Day Desi and I are preforming in. She bought me a bonnet. . . and a hat with a feather. . . and a really cool looking gun. She is driving us all the way to Carson City, and if we win she'll fly with us on a plane even though she hates flying, and even though it will cost a lot of money. That is about as amomodating as there is.
I think she got it from her mom. Today right when church got over Dad went over to Mom and said that we were going to have the missionaries and this lady to lunch. Mom didn't know what we were going to have to eat. Grandma said, "You can have our roast we were going to eat, your dad and I can find something else to eat."
That is nice, huh.
Actually it's amomodating.
We didn't take Grandma's roast, but she did end up letting us borrow some ingredients that we needed and didn't have. She also made us a salad. That is definitely amomodating.
Isn't great that we have such amomodating Moms all around?
a m o m o d a t i n g!!!!!
It's a good word, huh.
It doesn't mean that my mom always lets me do whatever I want. It means she cares so much about me. She would go so far out of her way if she thought it would help me in any way. She'll be accommodating, but only in ways that will help her children.
Like when none of my friends were going to McDermit for the leadership conference. She bought me a bunch of snacks to share with the other girls on the bus. That is very amomodating.
Like with the History Day Desi and I are preforming in. She bought me a bonnet. . . and a hat with a feather. . . and a really cool looking gun. She is driving us all the way to Carson City, and if we win she'll fly with us on a plane even though she hates flying, and even though it will cost a lot of money. That is about as amomodating as there is.
I think she got it from her mom. Today right when church got over Dad went over to Mom and said that we were going to have the missionaries and this lady to lunch. Mom didn't know what we were going to have to eat. Grandma said, "You can have our roast we were going to eat, your dad and I can find something else to eat."
That is nice, huh.
Actually it's amomodating.
We didn't take Grandma's roast, but she did end up letting us borrow some ingredients that we needed and didn't have. She also made us a salad. That is definitely amomodating.
Isn't great that we have such amomodating Moms all around?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
5 things I Love
I loved yesterday. It was the earthquake anniversary party at the school. It was a lot of fun. All the nice seventh graders that were there went over to the park. We played on the slide. We had a snowball fight.
I love how I love to laugh. People at mutual and in my class always say funny things. I laugh a lot.
I love our church. Today in sacrament meeting Venna Ballard spoke in Sacrament meeting. She talked about our church and how it was built. I used to want a new church like all the other ones in the world, but now I am glad we have a special one.
I love Wells. It is a special town. I like how everyone in Wells thinks they are special because I live they live in Wells. They are special.
I love writing on my blog.
I love how I love to laugh. People at mutual and in my class always say funny things. I laugh a lot.
I love our church. Today in sacrament meeting Venna Ballard spoke in Sacrament meeting. She talked about our church and how it was built. I used to want a new church like all the other ones in the world, but now I am glad we have a special one.
I love Wells. It is a special town. I like how everyone in Wells thinks they are special because I live they live in Wells. They are special.
I love writing on my blog.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
From the Life of a Publicly Schooled Individual
Do you like my awesome, sofisticated, grown up sounding title? I spent quite a while on it. I want to tell you some interesting things about my life at Wells High School. (There is a Junior High there as well. That's were I go.)I want to tell you some of the boring things that no one cares about, but I like telling anyway, so you don't have to read this if you don't want to.
Well here goes. . .
I have the 3rd largest number of locker in the whole school. It's 96. Stephanie has number 97, and Adrian has number 98. To bad there aren't 100. That would be cool.
At school I am in band. I am the only clarinet. Andrew did play the clarinet, but for only like 3 days. It is kind of fun to be the only one though.
The girls bathroom at the school has purple stalls.
I have the steps in the Responsible Desision Making Model (which I learned in Health) memorized.
The cost for the leadership trip in McDermit on March 6th is $25. I'm going. We are leaving the school at 5 in the morning and geting back at 9 at night! It'll be a long day.
I guess I walk slow. My friends always leave me behind.
I know that three shapes of bacteria. They are Coccus, Bacillius, and Spirilium.
We play the coolest songs in band. The best one is called Ancient Voices.
I wrote a writing assesment about the Bail-Out. I got a 90%.
My math teacher is funny. Except he gives a lot of homework.
After school we sometimes have play practice for How the West was Done. I'm the bartender.
I love public school. ( If you are still reading this you are a very nice person because most of that stuff was pretty boring.)
Well here goes. . .
I have the 3rd largest number of locker in the whole school. It's 96. Stephanie has number 97, and Adrian has number 98. To bad there aren't 100. That would be cool.
At school I am in band. I am the only clarinet. Andrew did play the clarinet, but for only like 3 days. It is kind of fun to be the only one though.
The girls bathroom at the school has purple stalls.
I have the steps in the Responsible Desision Making Model (which I learned in Health) memorized.
The cost for the leadership trip in McDermit on March 6th is $25. I'm going. We are leaving the school at 5 in the morning and geting back at 9 at night! It'll be a long day.
I guess I walk slow. My friends always leave me behind.
I know that three shapes of bacteria. They are Coccus, Bacillius, and Spirilium.
We play the coolest songs in band. The best one is called Ancient Voices.
I wrote a writing assesment about the Bail-Out. I got a 90%.
My math teacher is funny. Except he gives a lot of homework.
After school we sometimes have play practice for How the West was Done. I'm the bartender.
I love public school. ( If you are still reading this you are a very nice person because most of that stuff was pretty boring.)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
. . . but first we have to clean for five minutes. The Evil Plot
My mom has this sneaky way to get us to clean the house. It's an evil plot. First she finds us. (We might be on the trampoline, reading a book, playing a game, watching a movie, or doing some nice, FUN activity.)
She that we can come for a snack, or come for dessert, or come to play Dutch Blitz, or come and to read in our book. Those are all nice FUN activity. She never says come clean for five minutes.
Well, we never notice that it is a evil plot to get us to clean. We just happily come. Well that is when Mom says, "Look at this nice dessert. " or "Think about how fun it will be to play Dutch Blitz". Then she says it. We can do that . . .
. . . but first we have to clean for five minutes.
That's when we remember, "Oh ya, she always does that. Why can't we remember! We could save ourselves from being victims of the evil plot. "
It is a sad time. We are forced to clean for five minutes.
Maybe everyone who reads this should join together and try to stop this evil plot forever.
Maybe.
She that we can come for a snack, or come for dessert, or come to play Dutch Blitz, or come and to read in our book. Those are all nice FUN activity. She never says come clean for five minutes.
Well, we never notice that it is a evil plot to get us to clean. We just happily come. Well that is when Mom says, "Look at this nice dessert. " or "Think about how fun it will be to play Dutch Blitz". Then she says it. We can do that . . .
. . . but first we have to clean for five minutes.
That's when we remember, "Oh ya, she always does that. Why can't we remember! We could save ourselves from being victims of the evil plot. "
It is a sad time. We are forced to clean for five minutes.
Maybe everyone who reads this should join together and try to stop this evil plot forever.
Maybe.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
On Tuesday I am going to public school. I am really excited about it. I am also kind of scared. In one way it is coming to soon. But in another way it can't come soon enough.
These are things we have done to get ready. On January 9th Mom and I went to the High School. We talked to Shelia. We got my schedule.
These are things we have done to get ready. On January 9th Mom and I went to the High School. We talked to Shelia. We got my schedule.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
We are. . .
We are loud, crazy, silly, wild, funny, and amazing in our family. I love to be with my family. Living in our family is sort of an adventure.
Like Desi singing "Popular" really loud and dancing with Liberty.
Like Hyrum and Morgan chasing each other all around the house with guns.
Like Liberty and I organizing a party after dinner on Liberty's bed, turning off the light, bringing about 14 million pillows, blankets, and a flashlight, and inviting everyone to come and scream and steal all the blankets and attacking each other.
Like Carolina giving everyone pieces of papers she scribbled on and telling them that it says that they're invited to a tea party.
Like Hyrum drawing intricate pictures of Indiana Jones or Lego Castle Battle and spending an hour explaining it to someone.
Things like that happen here all of the time. We love it!
Like Desi singing "Popular" really loud and dancing with Liberty.
Like Hyrum and Morgan chasing each other all around the house with guns.
Like Liberty and I organizing a party after dinner on Liberty's bed, turning off the light, bringing about 14 million pillows, blankets, and a flashlight, and inviting everyone to come and scream and steal all the blankets and attacking each other.
Like Carolina giving everyone pieces of papers she scribbled on and telling them that it says that they're invited to a tea party.
Like Hyrum drawing intricate pictures of Indiana Jones or Lego Castle Battle and spending an hour explaining it to someone.
Things like that happen here all of the time. We love it!
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