Hi everyone! remember i told you about my futon? and i think i told you that
dad hurt his ankle
carrying it, right? so, up until yesterday, he was using crutches, so now, since he isn't,
I'm going to try and use them as much as possible, for exercise.
on another note, did anyone out there know that Ben Franklin was the only founding father to get into a sports hall of fame? why? he only discovered the benefits of exercise and revouloutinized swimming by inventing swim flippers.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Web Log = We Blog
Hi everyone! i just realized something. it's been *counts* a little less than three years since this blog was started, on december 12th 2007.
does anyone else remember the first post?
Hi everybody! I'm new here so lemme tell you a little about me.i am nine years old and my favorite pastime is web surfing.i also enjoy writing stories about my made up characters Mr. slippery, jubjub and sound effects girlplus the occasional guide. i'm a huge social kind of person and my idea of a REALLY fun time is reading or just hanging out with some friends!
i wasn't big on punctuation or grammer back then.
does anyone else realize that a blog is way better than a diary?
2 reasons:
1. you're actually talking to someone
2. it's easier to write with a keyboard
huh.
does anyone else remember the first post?
Hi everybody! I'm new here so lemme tell you a little about me.i am nine years old and my favorite pastime is web surfing.i also enjoy writing stories about my made up characters Mr. slippery, jubjub and sound effects girlplus the occasional guide. i'm a huge social kind of person and my idea of a REALLY fun time is reading or just hanging out with some friends!
i wasn't big on punctuation or grammer back then.
does anyone else realize that a blog is way better than a diary?
2 reasons:
1. you're actually talking to someone
2. it's easier to write with a keyboard
huh.
Futon
I have a futon now. it is extra wide, but not double,
but it's a little short. it's actually more comfortable then a regular bed,
and i especially like that it's so near the floor. i enjoy beds that deviate from the average.
such as the loft i got when i was 7, and the futon i'm using now.
on another note, i'm writing a new book. it's called "Sienna Bloom and the Pendant of Lightforest." i got the idea from a dream.
but it's a little short. it's actually more comfortable then a regular bed,
and i especially like that it's so near the floor. i enjoy beds that deviate from the average.
such as the loft i got when i was 7, and the futon i'm using now.
on another note, i'm writing a new book. it's called "Sienna Bloom and the Pendant of Lightforest." i got the idea from a dream.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
A Solitary Rose
A Solitary Rose.
alas, a solitary rose blooms in a secret garden. the door to this wonderful place, filling over with crocuses and orchids is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
This rose is unique, for it blooms with the stripes of the tiger, standing four feet tall.
Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
The cattails standing near the pond, with a waterfall at the mouth, are swaying to and fro in the gentle breeze, entertaining the coy, swimming in the sparkling blue water
Beneath lily-pad umbrellas. Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty. The way through this garden is paved with beach pebbles,
And trimmed at the edges with flowers and grass. The sun shines in patterns,
Through the leaves of a weeping willow tree, which houses a nest of wrens, twittering amongst themselves. Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty. the ivy creeps up and over the brick fence,
Greeting those lucky enough to find the garden. Yet the door to this wonderful place
Is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
Yet someone years before must have created this garden, planted the ivy and the willow tree, paved the pebble roads, added the coy to the pond, and tended the tiger-striped rose.
It was i, who created this garden you see, many years before. And though the door to this place is sealed, so that no one but me may behold it’s beauty, some day, it will open, for all to enjoy. Young boys will climb over the fence, as the ivy does,
Young girls will climb the willow tree, and watch the wrens in their nest.
Parents shall watch the coy in the pond, and feed them bread.
And all shall behold the beauty, of the tiger-striped rose.
alas, a solitary rose blooms in a secret garden. the door to this wonderful place, filling over with crocuses and orchids is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
This rose is unique, for it blooms with the stripes of the tiger, standing four feet tall.
Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
The cattails standing near the pond, with a waterfall at the mouth, are swaying to and fro in the gentle breeze, entertaining the coy, swimming in the sparkling blue water
Beneath lily-pad umbrellas. Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty. The way through this garden is paved with beach pebbles,
And trimmed at the edges with flowers and grass. The sun shines in patterns,
Through the leaves of a weeping willow tree, which houses a nest of wrens, twittering amongst themselves. Yet the door to this wonderful place is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty. the ivy creeps up and over the brick fence,
Greeting those lucky enough to find the garden. Yet the door to this wonderful place
Is sealed, so that no one may behold it’s beauty.
Yet someone years before must have created this garden, planted the ivy and the willow tree, paved the pebble roads, added the coy to the pond, and tended the tiger-striped rose.
It was i, who created this garden you see, many years before. And though the door to this place is sealed, so that no one but me may behold it’s beauty, some day, it will open, for all to enjoy. Young boys will climb over the fence, as the ivy does,
Young girls will climb the willow tree, and watch the wrens in their nest.
Parents shall watch the coy in the pond, and feed them bread.
And all shall behold the beauty, of the tiger-striped rose.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Camping
As of saturday, me and the other girl scouts went CAMPING! yay! we got to row a boat, and roast marshmallows, and square dance. :-P i just came home today.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
dirt!
I've hit paydirt! well, no, not really. however, me and my trusty shovel have managed to dig up some claydirt! theres a practical mine of it in the backyard under the dogwood tree.
the perfect thing to do on a hot summers day. well, actually, its 7:55 PM. and its spring :-P
anyway, does anyone know how to turn it into just plain clay? i'm stuck at that point.
i've also found a ton of worms for moms bucket garden. one particular plant is gonna thrive!
the perfect thing to do on a hot summers day. well, actually, its 7:55 PM. and its spring :-P
anyway, does anyone know how to turn it into just plain clay? i'm stuck at that point.
i've also found a ton of worms for moms bucket garden. one particular plant is gonna thrive!
FISH!!!!!!!!!
guess what guess what guess whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?????
WE GOT FISH!!!!!!!
two of them. one is mine, alex, with a white tail. and one is owen's, dave, with only white tips on his tail. we keep them in my room :D
WE GOT FISH!!!!!!!
two of them. one is mine, alex, with a white tail. and one is owen's, dave, with only white tips on his tail. we keep them in my room :D
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