Easy as Pie

Right now I'm all alone in my house. It is weird. I just took my pie out of the oven. Don't worry, I turned the oven off. I put a design on the top. I should take a picture of it, shouldn't I. Here I go. I'll be right back. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Ok, I'm back. Here's my picture.

Ok, its not the most beautiful pie ever. The design is not that centered. Oh well.

We made pies at mutual yesterday. It was really fun. Mine is blueberry. I'm excited to eat it. Making pie is kind of hard, so if you ever want someone to do something kind of hard than you can tell them that it's as easy as pie.

This blog starts with Mom than quickly goes off subject. Sorry Mom

I asked my mom what I should write about.


"Your beautiful mother," she immediately answered. I knew she would say something like that. She is very beautiful. I am so excited. I got a picture on here. Here she is.


Here is something about her, she is going to be in a play. Actually our whole family is except Morgan, Lina, and maybe Hyrum. I am so excited. The play is called Forlorn Hope. It's a musical about the Donner Party. (I know Thelma, nothing screams musical like the Donner Party. Did you know that Mom is telling everyone in the world that you said that?)


I was really excited when I found out that the main character of the play is a 14 year old girl. I thought that maybe I could get that part. Unfortunately another girl already got it. She is really short and has a soft voice. It is sad. Oh well.


We went to play practice yesterday. It was a lot of fun when we tried out. Today the director called us and told us our parts.


Hyrum (if he ends up doing the play) will be an extra. Liberty will be Virginia's(the one girl I told you about) little sister. Her name is Patty and she has kind of a lot of lines and a singing solo. Isn't that exciting! Desi's part is to be Virginia's best friend Leanna. Mom will probably be Mary Todd Lincoln.


Desi learned about her in school. She was short and plump. That's funny, but do you know what is even more funny? If Dad were Abraham Lincoln. It would be really hilarious. The lady just said that I would be a grownup. The other lady said I would be a newlywed. I am excited. We will have so much fun.


Now that you know about our exciting play you can come and watch it. It's the second week in August. It will be great.

Surprizes!

My last few weeks have definately been full of surprizes. The first one was when I arrived at Girl's Camp and it was pouring rain. We set up ok and I did have an amazing time at Girl's Camp. Here are some of the surprizes about it.

Our skit was kind of lame. Oh well.

A lot of girls came. Even Olivia Taylor came. It was great.

We roasted everything on the planet at our ward campfire. Some things were bananas, apples, gummy bears, chocolate, sticks, hot chocolate, and coconut. It was crazy.

Our tent was a huge disaster and I had to help Olivia and Chelsea to keep there area clean quite a lot. ( Ok maybe that isn't such a surprize.)

Our five mile hike was easier than I expected. We actually only went three and three-fourths of a mile.

I felt the Spirit so strong, probably more than I expected.

I got a microphone and hosted a talk show starring Emily and Chelsea.

I inherited our mailbox. It is a real toilent. Lindsey gave it to me.

I had a wonderful time. (Ok that actually isn't too surprizing. )

Here are some Girl's Camp pictures.

Chelsea and Emily in our tent. I was going to put other pictures on here too but I tried to load another and it took all night and still wasn't done. I finally gave up. Oh well.

Well I finally got home from Girl's Camp, washed my clothes, took a shower, took a nap, and I was off again to Washington D. C. It was amazing. I got to see a lot of awesome things and I did pretty well at the History Day. I didn't get to go on to the finals but I think I did all right. Here are some surprizing (or just exciting) things about Washington D. C.

The metro is loud.

Mount Vernon is really cool.

Dorthy's ruby slippers and Abraham Lincoln's top hat are at the Museum of American History.

If you get to Washington D.C. really late at night and you are hungry, walk through the drive through at Taco Bell if they let you. They let us.

If it is rainy and cold in Washington D.C. and you already bought a T-shirt that says I heart D.C. the day before, buy a sweatshirt any way. You just have to be careful. Everyone in Washington D.C. will have the same sweatshirt.

If you walk a lot in Washington D.C. than you WILL get tired.

If you happen to eat at the "America" resaurant at Union Station get Spaghetti and Meatballs.

Washington D.C. is a wonderful place but you will be so happy to be home.

Constructive Thinking

Carolina playing

Mom working on our business

Every summer my m0m gives a lot of effort and thought into our summers. She wants us to do good things and have "Constructive Thinking". (She never actually said that. I thought of it.) Every summer before this one she has had us participate in a summer schedule where we have to do exactly what she says everyday whether we like it or not.

Then this summer Mom got a really good idea. She made everyone a chart with everything they have to do on it. We all really like it. It makes us want to do our work. Look at how happy we look. ;)

Liberty practicing the piano. Hi!

Desi making lunch!

The boys getting ready to go play baseball. Look at

Hyrum's medal. Morgan got one too. He's just doesn't have it on.

Beautiful blond twinners. Go Hansel and Gretel.

Making a hat!

Are you so proud of how constructive we are? Hooray!

School's Out

I can't believe that school is out! I just can't believe it! It seems like I was just barely starting school in January. I really liked public school. I liked Band. It was so fun!

On the last day of school there was an awards ceremony. I got a Social Studies award. I also got the award of best female writer in 7th grade! I was happy. I wrote a story for English. Here it is.

My Song

My heart pounded as I strode onto the stage. I tried to act calm and poised, but in reality I was more afraid than I had ever been. The stage lights flooded onto my midnight blue dress like the sun at noonday.

I had dreamed of this moment all my life, but I had forgotten how terrorizing it could be. I only had one chance to show the world what I could do. This was that chance. Could I do it? Well, that wasn't an option anymore. I could and I would.

I took the microphone off it's stand. The music started. I smiled in spite of myself. The music sounded so familiar. I was ready. I opened my mouth and sang.

Oh, I sang! My voice filled every corner of the gigantic hall. I wasn't singing the song. I was the song. the music weaved through the crowd like clear water, cool and strong. I realized I wasn't afraid anymore. I was actually enjoying myself. I was living my dream, fulfilling my passion, doing what I loved the most.

The song ended. It was over. The crowd burst into adoring applause. Every human being in the room stood up. They had liked it! They had actually liked it! I smiled again. My heart was no longer pounding. It was rejoicing. I had done it. I had sung. I had faced my fear, and shown the world what I could do. And now, now I was triumphant!

Adventurous cooking

Right now an amazing concoction is being baked in my oven. Desi, Liberty, and I decided to make a cake. It was a cake mix, just a normal, average cake mix. Suddenly disaster struck!

Desi, Liberty, and I were overpowered with the urge to add all kinds of crazy things to the cake. I am embarrassed to admit we ended up adding coconut, almonds, orange juice, marshmallows, brown sugar, vanilla, red sprinkles, salt, and a lot of peanut butter.

Here is the scary part; my mom wasn't even here. My dad (However much supervision he would have been, I don't know.) wasn't even here. Well they just walked in the door.

"What smells like peanut butter?" my mom asks.

"Um. . . . I'm not sure," I tell her with with an unsure voice.

She will find out soon enough. I hope it will be OK.

;)

Band

A lot of people don't like band. At least in Wells, Nevada, anyway. We've had a few hard years. But I do!!! We have a very small band, but it is probably the best band in the world. I think so anyway! The history of our band goes like this.



2007, Mr. Butcher was our teacher. He was a really good teacher. I really liked him. The trouble is that he was a little too nice. He let everyone do whatever they wanted. Quite a few people quit band.




2008, Mr Rorex was our teacher. He was really good at playing the electric guitar. He taught us kind of weird songs like Ghost Riders in the Sky. He wasn't that good of a teacher. Quite a few people quit band.



2009, (That is this year if you haven't looked at your calender lately.) Mr. Roberson is our teacher. He is the greatest teacher! He makes us work hard. We do really good. He has us do practice sheets. We have to practice music 100 minutes a week. We are really good. We have a small band, but it is the most energenic band ever. We have the funnest music. We work hard, but it is so fun.



Today we moved into the auditorium so we can get used to performing in a large room. We are going to the band festival next Wednesday. We are so ready.

We are playing three songs that we have been working on so hard. They are Marche Militaire, Ancient Voices, and Monolith. Ancient Voices is the absolute best one. It sounds so good. I feel so happy. I'm probably kind of bragging. Oh well. It's probably alright.

I love band!!!!!!!!!!