Cool Idea (So Listen Up)

Okay, so one of my favorite authors in the whole world (Rick Riordan, sound familiar?) suggested that the readers read an article about children reading what they want in school. I enjoyed reading it and I thought you would too, so look here. It is very good. I, personally, think that children should be aloud to choose their books, after all, when you think about the kids have to do the reading , so shouldn't they be able to read what they want? They say that she let them read Maximum Ride, which everyone should read eventually, because it is AWESOME. Just in case you were wondering.

Catching Fire, (the second book in a series by Suzanne Collins, who wrote the Underland Chronicles (Another one of those books that everyone should read), called the Hunger Games (Check it out)) is coming out in two days (the first). I can't wait, but I'm babysitting that night so Peter and Laura better be good, or else. I would be grateful for those threats about their behavior from anonymous sources. Though they will probably be fine.

Logging off. Though you aren't, your checking for those books.

That's Child Abuse!!!!!!!

So school is back up and running. With Mom soon stepping in for another teacher part time life has just been a bit chaotic. Like if you took school out of our lives we would still never be home. Now, to the child abuse part. It is the fourth day of school. Now this is actual fact so trust me, my backpack, on the fourth day, weighs as much as Laura. My SIX YEAR OLD SISTER.

So now I quote a friend's mom, 'That's child abuse.' Wisely put, Sister Walker.

So if ANYONE can go and tell this to Ms. Heather, or, even better, send her to this blog so that she could see what is happening, I would be very happy.

And Ms. Heather, if you're reading this, let me tell you. I either love more than is probably good for me, and my back, or I need my head checked for going through this year with you. Hopefully it is the first. So there.

My mom has told me that she also needs her head checked for letting me do this.

Now I want you to know. I will most likely not blog much until Christmas. Assuming, of course, I live that long. Go ahead and call me pessimistic. I will always think I just face the facts in the face.

I Now Know the Feeling of GUILT!

Yeah, I know. What reason would I ever have to feel guilty seeing as I am as angel as I can get? I have recently discovered one. I told you a horror story last night. And you all woke us screaming. I could hear you.

So I had to make a contract thingy-madjig. Fill in all the blanks and print it so that your kids don't sue me from lack of sleep trying to comfort their parents, as they did to a certain person in New York I hear.

I promise that I have read Emily's horror blog post. This is the reason that I will not sue her for this. So there.

Signed: Your name Signed: Emily

Signed: Child's name

So there.

Where to Begin the Chaos...

Okay, so do you remember my most recent post. Yeah, the one with NO pictures. Yep, that's the one. You know how I mentioned a batch of brownies in the, eh, 3 paragraph.

Okay, so I'm ready to reveal the horror story behind these brownies. If you do not have a stomach of titanium, do not read this.

(In spooky voice) It was a bright and sunny morning. And I decided to make brownies with my Aunt Xin. So we were going along and just by chance the recipe right next to it was GRASSHOPPER BARS. (I have to intervene for a second and remind you how everyone except for me and the adults had an obsession over grasshoppers during that week. They also knew that they could be eaten.) So Aunt Xin and I went to work making the brownies. We had decided to make green frosting, the color of grasshoppers. We had a great time, when, a piece of genius. (Gasp) So we went and painted some marshmallows with these letters R,I,and a P. We drew the outline of a grasshopper with green sprinkles on it. I made little red x, eyes and a white frown and a white tear.

Now the true horror, we went and hid the grasshoppers, which, I can tell you, did not win us any love from our victims. Actually it won us some frowns. We would not tell where they were, except that they would get them after dinner. Then they started putting two and two together. Dinner was wolfed down while they talked about how they worried that we had killed them and they would have to eat them.

Dessert came and there was a countdown. 10, 9, 8, 7 ,6, 5 , 4, 3, 2, and it stopped right there. This was followed by fear and Peter slamming a door and crying. It was quite funny because it took a little while to make them eat it. But there was a reason, not to eat them.

And so ends my tale of horror. Now if you think you are brave enough to, here is a picture of the dreadful brownies...

Now YOU Try and Sumarize a Week in Blog Post- With NO Pictures

That is my challenge.

As many of you may know, recently yours truly and company went to Ottowa, Kanas, to visit the GRANDPARENTS and meet up with the COUSINS. It was quite an interesting week to say the least.

Now there are two things I want you to know right off the bat, I will not tell you why there are no pictures, (until further notice) or about a certain batch of great -and very dramatic- brownies.

I must say we had a great week. My Grandmother owns some land and all the cousins (coming from cities) had a great time with all the open air. We rode a horse named Babe, like the pig with the singing mice that my mother ADORES. I was great to see everyone and we all had a blast. We went to Worlds/Oceans of Fun and a place called the T-REX Cafe (I suggest you look it up, it's cool). We went a played at and Arcade and went miniature golfing. Now I must pause and elaborate a bit. Peter and Laura love things like arcades and I can have a good time too. Just about every cousin hit a jackpot. We probably cut about 40 trees down. Now have you ever placed miniature golf with 3 adults (me not being counted as one, though I should be, my own mother thought that I was twelve once or twice) and six kids? No one, yeah, I thought so. We did not wait, we did not count how many strokes we took, we did cheat a couple times though.

My mom loves the movie, High Society. Have you seen it. Well we had to bring at least one movie, besides The Princess Bride. I have to tell you about The Princess Bride, before I tell you about High Society. My family loves The Princess Bride, we quote it and everything, so it has become almost a family joke. So we have to bring it on, like, every trip. Now, High Society. High Society is a movie with Grace Kelly, Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and Louis Armstrong that is absolutely hilarious. We watched a ton on the trip. I think you would like it if you saw it.

I have to go, it is way late and I'm up at 7:00 AM!