Homework and Music

Today my father let me buy three songs on the iTunes Store. Well that isn't really the most important part. My dad ignored my wonderful taste and said that the best music would be the music celebrating HIM. Talk about pride. 

I did a million hours of homework this week. I really want my homework amount to decrease, insanely. I really can't take any more of the amount of homework that I will always have to do. 

Bye.       

I Guess I Have To

I guess I have to blog about my brother's sucsess in his Pinewood Derby Race. I really don't want to. So I'll make it quick.

Peter made a shark car. He won some of the races that he raced. He won the most original design, nothing else. He was a great sport. So now I have done the bare minimum and will do nothing else.

Bye. 

Guess the Calorie Amount

Look at these pictures and guess the amount of calories.

Peter enjoyed it. Of course it had THREE types of chocolate chips, marhmellows and caramel. YUM. 

Laura was delighted and, believe it or not, so was I.

This is a Rocky Ledge Bar. Probably around 400,000,000,000,000,000,000,ooo calories per serving. That sends shivers down every person.  

Where was Dad at this moment?  Sleeping on the couch. What a let down.  

I'm the Third Blog to Do This Post

Last night the Solis children went to play at the Actons. Trust me, we have a long history with the Actons and had a blast that night.

If you want evidence look at the pictures below. These are Solcton games. DO NOT TRY THESE AT HOME. 

Us plying Twister. They had lost their spinner, so the siblings took turns choosing what positions we were put into. Fun if your not on the mat.

Laser Limbo. We had six kids going under a fake light saber. It was definitely a lot of fun. Though the traffic jams and lost heads put a bit of a damper on the game.

We had a great night. Thank you Sister and Brother Acton for putting up with SEVEN kids and our demands. I still don't know how you did it though. 

Transformation Pictures

Recently I blogged about my hair. I said I would post pictures, so here they are.

Before: I know this is a Halloween picture, but there were really no other pictures that showed my hair down recently.

After: My long gorgeous STRAIGHT hair. My mother set up spies to try and get me to make it curly again. 

Then I showered. My hair became curly again. Sigh.

   

Homework (To the Extreme)

How many hours of homework did you busiest child do this week? Consider carefully. What was the longest time of homework that you think you have done this year. 

This week I did about 15 to 20 and a half hours of homework. This is only an estimate. (I can't get on to Google Docs to actually check. ) I can already hear you (unless you have a child that goes to  Family School too or your my mom) going "no way, your in fifth grade!" I know. Probably five of those hours I did yesterday. At least I got to stay up until 9:50.

Peter and Laura did about 12 hours. 

Self Esteem

I do not have a single problem with my self esteem. 

So therefor I go and search for my name on my mother's blog. I get very upset when it tells me there are no matches. I scream, or want to, when I notice that the last one posted was about me being  BLOND. My reaction, it's not my fault mom and dad gave me the genes. So as you can see I can not be help reasonable for being blond.   

I get angry about the fact that it has been two months and my mother has not posted about my birthday yet. Her reaction to my outburst: Go and see how late Laura's birthday was. My answer: 1 month. 

I have no problem telling every person that asks me if I have ever had anything to do with the Dreaded Twilight that the only interaction I will ever have with it is when I throw it in the trash. After shredding it to pieces.  

I don't mind running around trying to murder ( I had a friend who found it odd that I and some friends, you know who you are, use that phrase to  show that we are angry. We have still not succeeded in hurting anyone too horribly, yet.) friends for reasons I can't even remember.  Is that holding  a grudge or just being blond.  

One single problem that I have: I don't have the confidence to blog about my achievements, birthday, plays, writing, etc, etc.

Is that Self esteem?  

Discuss!