Vacation Bible School

At our house, you are more likely to see ten thousand video game pieces and parts rather than one Fisher Price toy, even though the youngest in our family is still only two. Now for the first three kids, it was a little different. All we knew and loved was our Fisher Price flashlights and baby dolls. However, when you are more near the end of the line in a family, parents seem to be much more relaxed. The last two children in my family knew how to play a game boy advance at 13 months and the last one knew how to turn on a computer before that. So one would definitely say that the little kids in our family are hooked on electronics and would always be playing them if they had the option. However, my mom isn't so happy about that.

So in an attempt to get the kids out of the house and doing something actually worth while for at least one week of the summer, my mom signed the three little boys up for Vacation Bible School (VBS). Thinking that I could also obtain service hours for my high school diploma, she told multiple people that I would be able to volunteer, which I don't mind. The theme this year was "Power Lab", so I thought that the kids would do a few different experiments, learn a bible story or two, and then be done--boy, was I wrong.

As a little kid, I never went to VBS, so I didn't know what to expect when I got there. Well, to my surprise, the first day I walked in I saw all these kids and ladies singing and dancing to bible songs. It was quite interesting if I do say so myself. I was a group helper, so I was helping the littler kids dance to the music and I had to sing along. They make those bible songs very catchy these days.

Throughout the week we learned little bible stories such as Jesus healing the 10 lepers, Him dying on the cross, Peter walking on water, et cetera. So it was a pretty good program for the little kids and they all had fun. They time flew by really quickly and before I knew it, the week was over and I had gained my service hours.

However, I did take one thing away from this past week--I now find myself singing the bible songs we learned in my own house and I can't stop. It can get highly annoying. For instance, the other night I was in my room and my sister and I were going to sleep. I started humming one of the songs that is really annoying because it is the same phrase over and over again three hundred times. It goes like this: Jesus' power is bubbling over. Jesus' power bubbles in my soul. It is sung to a very catchy rhythm, and when you start, you just can't stop. So eventually I sang myself to sleep. Right before I drifted off my sister looked at me and said, "Megan... Megan... Yes! It's finally over!"

Chick-Fil-A Catastrophe

In my family, usually we are all pretty well behaved because my dad believes in actually getting kids to behave and discipline them (yeah, I know--a novel concept in the world today...). However, there are a few days when the little kids can get out of control. And on Monday, it was one of those days.

Like the idiot I am, I turn to my mom and say, "Hey let's go out to lunch today." I said this because the three little guys in my family were gone, my older brother is at a camp for the week, and my sister was with her friends. That left three people at home with my mom, so I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to eat some yummy food in peace and quiet. But nope, I was wrong. My mom said that there wasn't enough time to go and eat before she went and picked up the little guys, so we could pick them up and then go eat. Again, I was an idiot and said sure.

For some reason, I was really in the mood for some Chinese food and wanted to go to Panda Express. The little kids didn't really want that, and since Chick-Fil-A was the next store over, we went there to eat and I just brought my Chinese food over there. I walk inside Chick-Fil-A and the little kids are all playing in that ridiculous jungle gym that they have, and so I sat down at our two tables (yep... when we go out to eat, we need at least two tables, sometimes three depending on how many of us there are at the time and how big the tables are). Mom brings the food over that she had just ordered and gets the little kids. They came running to the table like a herd of wild animals and shove into their seats--strike number one.

Then, mom gives them their food. Apparently, she didn't do a very good job because the kids were all whining and saying that they needed this and they needed that. All three little boys were up and down getting straws, forks, etc... When I told them to sit down and just ask, nobody listened. Thus, a drink spilled. It was all over the floor and all over one of the boys--strike number two.

Everything cooled off for a minute and everyone began eating their lunch. Then, as soon as my fork went in my mouth I looked over and saw Ryan (2) on top of the table. I was fuming. I walked over there and then made him sit back down. However, in the process he decided to pick up a chick-fil-a sauce and proceed to put it in his hair. I picked him up and put him in between my sister and me the next table over and he started screaming-- it was so embarrassing. I looked over and saw a humongous pile of napkins and decided that those might shut him up. So, grabbing three or four napkins, I lightly put them in his mouth and told him to be quiet. It didn't work, and in fact made things even worse (imagine that). He was mad and I was furious--strike number three was well passed and we were out.

I took Ryan and myself out of the restaurant and we ate our lunches in the car. It was probably the worst lunch in the history of lunches. And no, I'm not being dramatic. This is the truth and everything happened just like this. So now everyone knows why when I get the opportunity to either go with my mom to the store or lunch with the family, I would rather stay at home and babysit everyone.

You're an Idiot!

In my family, the little kids come to acquire a rather extensive vocabulary. Once somebody says something, it is bound to be repeated (which is one of the main reasons why secrets don't get shared often). This theory applies for everyone... even the two year old (Ryan). With the oldest, Gray, and his teenage vocabulary, family time can become quite hilarious, such as tonight.

All ten of us were in my mom and dad's room waiting to say prayers. Now, something you need to know about Ryan is that he is a major parrot. He usually annoys my brothers and sisters because he mimics them constantly. Gray tends to tease and play around with Ryan and say stuff like "Ryan's weird" and then Ryan will say back to him "Ryan's weird". So technically, Ryan hasn't grasped the concept of changing the name yet. He always calls himself stupid, weird, funny, dumb... you name it. However, tonight was most different.

While waiting to say prayers, Gray and Ryan got into one of their usual verbal contests. Tonight, Gray says "Ryan's and idiot." Ryan, finally, points his finger back at Gray (something my dad said came from mom's half of the gene pool) and says, "No, you're an idiot!". And of course, the whole family was rolling in laughter. I guess all it took was a two year old to finally humble by brother for a minute or two...

Summer Vacation.... A Break? I Think NOT

While yes, I am ecstatic that school is finally over and that I don't have to get up at five in the morning anymore or do homework late at night, summer is never what one would call a break. Being in the family I am in, we are all expected to achieve as much as possible, and therefore I am in 5 AP/Honors classes... lucky me. Granted, it is my choice to take these classes and I am glad I do. However, summer assignments are a PAIN. They are light the fifty pound weights hanging over me all summer, or at least until I decide to complete them.

So, number one, summer assignments mean more work for me during the summer. Two, my dad is insisting on all of his children exercising this summer. Our neighborhood pool has a swim team which all of us used to be on. However, as I got older I realized how horrible I was at swimming and how much I hated it. Therefore, the swim team was out the window. The deal was that I needed to do some form of exercising four times a week, at minimum. So now I have to do that.

Third, I am supposed to be getting a job. I have found one and my mom is calling the lady today. My dad does not want me working at all. He thinks I should be a kid and "develop my talents". Yeah right. If I got the option I would simply sleep my summer away and stay in my bed 24/7. However, my dad is completely against that suggestion, and so if I can't sleep, the next best thing is earning money and saving it, right?

Fourth, I babysit ALL THE TIME. Technically, I am not forced to babysit. Take today for example: My mom says to me "Would you like to come to Costco and to get Gray's haircut today?" Now, what teenager in their right mind would want to be dragged around the grocery store and then go and watch their brother scream and whine because his parents are finally making him cut his luscious locks of hair? Not me... so then my mom asks me to stay home with the kids. I figure that babysitting is somehow a better option than taking all eight of us kids to a store, so I gladly say yep, sure, It'll be my pleasure to babysit these lovely children.

Fifth, I am gone most of July for various reasons. Most of them are church related, but they should be fun. So July, mostly occupied and there will be no time for myself =P.

So, there are 73 days of summer vacation (yes, I actually counted because I am that much of a nerd). If you do the simple mathematics, you figure that 73 days is merely 1/5 of the year (For those of you whose brains are bursting because you simply can't figure this math problem out, here is what you do. Hopefully you know that there are 365 days in one year. To figure out what fraction of a year 73 days is you divide 365 by 73, and you get 5.) So my point is that our school system makes school be in session for 4/5 of the year and gives us a mere 1/5 for summer vacation. If you get the point of this post, you will realize that my summer vacation is even less than that. I figure, and this is coming from a teenager so it is probably dramatic, that my summer vacation is merely 1/12 of the year. School is a major blow....

Master Escaper...

So my not-even-two-year-old brother is like the master escape artist. A few days ago I went outside to take the trash out. All the little kids were outside riding their bikes, but the 2-year old isn't big enough, so we made him stay inside. For that reason, I found it slightly peculiar when I went outside, and lo and behold, there was the baby. How did he get out there? Nope... not I clue. I couldn't be the one to tell you. I simply figured that someone had brought him outside, because we locked all the deadbolts so he couldn't escape. It wasn't until yesterday that I figured out just how he managed to sneak past my brilliant mind and do the practically impossible...

I didn't go to school yesterday for two reasons. One, I simply hate school and never want to go, and two because I had to read a book. I went out to get something to eat around ten-thirty, and I saw my brother in the laundry room (you see, this is where one of the doors is) climbing up the doorknob. He uses his supernatural baby muscles to unlock the door and then open it. First, he places both his hands around the doorknob. Then, he places both his feet against the door. So at this point he is just hanging there with none of his body parts on the ground. He then reaches up to the deadbolt a few inches up while still having his feet against the door and hanging on the doorknob with one hand. one the deadbolt is unlocked, he puts both hands back onto the doorknob and while turning the knob he pushes off the wall with his feet. He opens the fridge basically the same way! Unfortunately, he has figured out this trick, which makes babysitting tons harder!

Another thing he does is climb out of his crib, which we sadly have on video camera. He just hoists himself over the railing and lands on to the floor. Occasionally he falls, but not often! HE is very strong.

In our house we also have bunk beds, and he has figured out how to climb on top of those justto turn the light on.

What will he try and do next? Nobody will ever know We'll just have to wait and see...

Mother's Day

Yesterday was mother's day, as most people know. Usually mother's day goes something like this:

On Saturday night, mom usually begins to get frusterated with dad as he goes out to get a mother's day present at the last possible moment. So usually, all of us kids go to bed knowing that mom will wake up the following morning and be in a remotely bad mood. Sunday morning, she is very mad because she knows that "mother's day" is not really what one would call a day of for the moms. This is what she says each year: "Well, the mom still has to get up. Then she has to help get all of her kids ready for church that morning. At church we then have to listen to people talk about their old moms and their "legacies" and then the mothers receive dinky little roses. We come home and then we have to cook dinner. After dinner, what do we do? We put the little kids to bed and then clean up the mess from that day's craziness. So, you see, even though it is called a mother's day, it really isn't because the mom still does all the daily chores she usually does." So yes, this is how mother's day usually goes. A day full of bitterness, mostly from the mom's side.

However, much to our surprise, this year wasn't the same old routine. Mom actually didn't get mad this year. Yes, she did recite her famous speech listed above, but everyone expects that. It is now considered tradition in our family for mom to recite her speech, and if she doesn't the day is just not the same. Anyway, overall yesterday was okay, even though mother's day was the same old routine year after year.

So, now that we had one great mother's day, we are most likely destined to fifteen more years of retched ones. Who knows? We'll just have to wait and see next year...

AP Review Sessions

Today I am going to an AP review session for European History. I have to take the AP test in a few weeks, so we are going to "study". I went to the first session last week, and for two whole hours our teacher rambled on and we took a practice AP test. Now, today we are doing the same thing! When are we actually going to study?

In order to well on this AP test it looks like I am going to have to study all on my own. Fun...

When we took the first practice test, I got a 48%, so this studying thing should be real fun...

Oh! And to top it all off, she is making things we do at OPTIONAL REVIEW SESSIONS, grades for class, no matter if you were there or not or if you took the AP Test or not.

My teacher needs to be fired. She hasn't taught us anything all year!!!

How Time Flies

Time has flown by since I last wrote in October. I haven't really done that much besides homework and what not, so I never have anything interesting to say really. I suppose I'll just ramble about my nerdy habits...

So last month I went to the University of Mary Washington for a German spelling bee, in which my team got first place. It was fun, especially because I got the chance to miss a whole day of school! The actual spelling bee took about thirty minutes, and after that we toured UMW campus, we ate a delectable lunch, and then saw a few performances. We got second place overall for German, because they combined all of the events and based our score upon that. They had poster and video competitions, intermediate spelling bee (this is what I competed in), advanced spelling bee, and poetry recitations. In the end we won a little bag that had a German quote and the bag was filled with tons of stuff!

More of my nerdiness--Report cards just came out again for the third time, and I had strait A's again. My GPA is now a 4.125 or something of that sort. I hope I have the highest GPA out of my Governor's School class, but I'm not sure. I know that a bunch of people are getting C's, D's, and F's, so right now I'm doing well.

So in "regular" high school, my lowest percentage is a 98, which is in journalism. The class is really easy, but I enjoy it. I recently got an article put in the newspaper (on the front page!), which is really good because my grade isn't usually published in the actual paper. The editor said he liked my writing style, which is just another fact that proves just how much of a nerd I am.

AND, if it's not bad enough already, my teacher emailed me yesterday telling me how good of a student I was, how I have good work, etc... It was a nice e-mail, but is full proof I'm NERD. SO in conclusion of this section of my blog, I am a complete NERD and that will probably never change.

Now I will move on to my "life".

Last weekend I moved downstairs to share a room with my younger sister. I know--major sacrifice for the common good of the people. Eventually, we will paint and redecorate our room, but for now it is just plain. I suppose it's not that bad sharing a room, and it definitely beats sharing a bed because your other little sister gets scared at night!

Last night, my two sisters, my littlest brother, my mom, and I all went out to get some cheese fries. It was one of those spur of the moment things just because we wanted to. Mom had a giftcard to Ruby Tuesday, so we decided to go there--BIG MISTAKE!!! We walked in, and there was nobody at the front desk to get us a table and it smelt horrendous--like smoke, beer, and rotten pickles. So we decided just to sit down anyway, and then we were waiting for a while until our server came. We ordered drinks, but then we couldn't take it anymore! We decided to leave because the restaurant stunk and the service was cruddy. We were planning on telling the lady at the front desk, but OOPS, she wasn't there. So, we politely just walked out and didn't pay for the drinks we had recently ordered. Good thing nobody knew who we were! Anyway, my little sister was afraid we were going to be in trouble or something, so she ran to the car, got in, and was hiding. It was pretty funny. However, we still has a problem. We wanted our cheese fries. To solve the problem, we ended up going to Longhorn Steakhouse, and having a wonderful time!

Now it is 12:35, and I have TONS of homework to do... literally. Homework never ends. Every waking minute of my life, I am doing homework. In journalism, we had to write an obituary for ourselves, and I died for an overdose of homework, that's how bad it is.

So who knows, maybe I might be better at this blog thing this year. All I know is that I am better than my mom at it :)

Update

I haven't been on this website in almost two months, so I guess there might be a lot to say, but who knows how my blog will turn out this time! The last two weeks of August and September have been a blast!

Unfortunately, school started on like the 23 or 27 or something like that, so we've been in school for about five weeks know. If you think about it, that's one eighth down, only seven more to go! The whole governors school shebang is going better than expected. When we received interims, I was almost positive I was going to have a B because I had never done something like this and it was all knew to me; the homework, studying for tests and even quizzes, etc... I got all A's and I was stoked! Yep... I'm a nerd. I'm probably one of the most nerdiest kids out there, but that's okay. I'm taking an AP course, and so far that is really easy. Our second test is tomorrow, and I hope I do well. I've studied a little bit here and there, but I mostly studied tonight. We'll see.....

On top of school, I also go to an early morning bible study (a.k.a. seminary) at 5:50 in the morning (and you thought you had to get up early....pah!) The teacher is totally awesome and completely spoils us to death but that's okay with me! She gives us pretzels, muffins, cookies, etc... on most Mondays, and then she does a complete breakfast type thing like doughnuts, waffles, eggs, bacon, etc... some Fridays! I love it, but not only for the food! Our teacher does a great job!

The second day of seminary, my bestest-estest friend moved here from Utah. She probably thought our family was like the total stalker, because we found where they lived and brought them brownies, but that's okay. Jordan, my best friend, goes to the same school as I do! We hang out a lot and do crazy things! Probably our favorite thing to do is talk about guys! There aren't that many "cute" ones, but there's a few....

So my next best friend, Megan, is totally awesome too. The three of us always have a blast! The only thing that would make it better was if Megan went to seminary also! Then it would be a party all the time!

So on weekends I do the usual thing a girl does; talk about boys, hang out with friends, surf the Internet (especially clothes stores!), sleep, eat, etc... I also babysit, but that's okay! Sleep is my favorite thing to do when I'm not with friends, so I'm going to go get some shut-eye right now....

Shopping With My Dad

Two weeks ago my mom went with my brother to Cub Scout Camp and so my Grandma came up and stayed with us while my dad was a work. While mom was away, two of my favorite stores were having sales. My grandma couldn't take me because she was taking care of all the other kids, so I asked my dad if he would take me.

On Saturday night, my dad and I went to Kohls. At first I thought Dad was going to be a boring shopping companion, but I always shop with my mom so I didn't want to this time. When we got in the store, we were looking around and saw some cute items, and so I started trying things on. When I was showing Dad, he would give me another thing to try on, so I ended up trying on like twenty things. Surprisingly, Dad had some pretty good taste. Granted, there were one or two things that I personally thought looked like they fell out of the ugly tree and hit every stick on the way down, but that's okay. I ended up getting 35$ worth of clothes. I bought a really cute pair of plaid shorts that are yellow and brown, a brown shirt to match the shorts, a light pink shirt, a red and white shirt, and an orange striped polo. Dad's favorite was the red and white shirt, which is cute. The shorts and brown shirt will be my first day of school outfit. Then, there was this really cute shirt/hoodie/jacket type thing that you layer. It was black with pink and white circles/bubbles. We weren't sure how much it was, so we asked the cashier how much it was, and she replied, "18$", so I said I didn't want it. Then, my dad bought it for me!

When we were leaving Kohls and driving home, we stopped by this restaurant. Now this wasn't just any old restaurant, it was a sushi restaurant. Dad has been wanting to try this restaurant for a long time, so, with a great wind of courage, I tried the RAW FISH, too. It was not my favorite! We tried RAW crab, tuna, salmon, yellow tail, shrimp, and red snapper. Not my favorite...

Babysitting

I have babysat a lot of times, but tonight was my craziest experience EVER!!! One of my friends was having a family reunion and the adults were going out to dinner, so my friend Erin, my sister, and I babysat all of the cousins (there were fourteen of them).

In the beginning we were all painting a background for a talent show we would later have. The two year old then decided that she needed a makeover, and got paint all over herself! Erin and my sister bathed her while I took care of the rest of the kids. They had dessert, and the four year old kept spilling her ice cream-what a sticky mess!

After the two year old got bathed, we split the older kids and younger kids up to practice for the talent show. Erin and I were teaching the younger ones the song "Baby Bumblebee". Then my sister called me into the older group. One of the boys was coughing like crazy and ended up puking his guts out. Of course, if my sister or Erin handeled puke, there would be a bigger mess, so I took care of that (YUCK!).

When we figured out that the boy was sick, we settled everyone down to watch a movie, and two seconds later one of the baby twins woke up. She was screaming for twenty minutes!!! Finally the parents got home and it was all good, but still the craziest babysitting I've ever done!

Vacation

I seriously bet that I have one of the craziest extended families ever! For vacation this year my family went up to Maine for a family reunion. My grandpa on my Dad's side has been married, divorced, married, divorced, etc. and so seven of his kids and his grandkids got together to meet!

Since I have such a big family, we drive everywhere we go because plane tickets would be way to much! It was an sixteen-eighteen hour drive (It depends if you have little kids having to pea every ten minutes or a dog that rides along!). We drove about 400 miles one night and then stopped only to get up the next morning and get back on the road! Everyone was tired of the car and we arrived in Maine at 11:30 p.m., I think.

If anyone has ever been to Maine, it is really pretty! My grandpa owns this bed and breakfast type thing, and it is right on the shore! The beach isn't sandy, however, but rocky. The little kids enjoyed picking up the rocks and just randomly and aimlessly throwing them. My little sister and I collected sea glass. She ended up with eighteen pieces and I only had thirteen, so she was quite satisfied. We went on the beach a lot.

We visited Bar Harbor (or as people from Maine would say "Baa Haa Baa"), and Catillac Mountain was only five minutes away, so we went up to the summit and walked around the little paths. Also, they have this ginourmous rock that is called Thunder Hole, and when the tide is right, it makes a thunder noise. See, the rocks have naturally formed a hole/cave thing, and as the water rushes in and out, it sounds cool.

Nobody can ever forget about lobster ( "lobstah") night. We had one hundred lobsters come in alive and we boiled them and ate them. However, before we ate the lobsters, my dad made us watch a video entitled "How To Eat A Lobster". It was kind of pointless, seeing how I didn't eat lobster!I don't like the taste of them. While all the lobsters were in the cooler still alive, us kids had fun picking them up and posing with them for the many paparatzis we had that week! When all the lobsters were cooked, everyone started pigging out and those who didn't like lobsters, like myself, settled for mac & cheese and hotdogs... yum!

Since Bar Harbor is a major tourist attraction, we went to downtown and looked in all the shops. It was so nice, that everyone and their brother were walking around, so it was hard to maneuver a stroller and eight kids. We went home after the first six or seven shops and told my Aunt we would meet her back at the house. On one of the overcast days, Mom, Vicki (Grandpa's wife), my sisters, and I went back into downtown and bought ourselves some souveniours. I bought a sweatshirts.

And in our spare time, my brother, Zac (he's my uncle, but we don't call him that because he's only sixteen!), I, and sometimes an extra person played monopoly. Since Zac was the banker, we were suspicious that somehow a little "petty cash" slipped into his money pile because every single time we played, he won.

Now for all my aunts and uncles and cousins! At the reunion, I met my Aunts/Uncles Stephen, Natacha, and Amy. There were more there that I already knew, however. They were Uncles Chris, Malachi, and Zac and my Aunt Tara. Now, here's all the cousins I had: Jacob, Daniel, Jonah, Alexis, Siara, Hailee, and Zoe.

So we arrived back home Saturday night at some late time in the night, and when we walked in we had a new dishwasher, a new swink faucet, and a new toilet downstairs! My Grandpa on Mom's side came up and repaired everything while we were away and my grandma had done our laundry and vacummed!

I'm sooo... glad to be home and in my own bed now! This past week has been a whole lot of fun and I think we should get together as a family every year!

The Most SPAtacular Party Ever!!!

One of the girls I sometimes babysit was having her tenth birthday party, and my sisters and I were invited. Her party was on June 15, but I was too busy to write then. I had heard about what they were going to do at the party whenever I came over to babysit, so I knew it was going to be awsome!!! Plus, the mom, Michelle, is a really creative party planner.

It started off by going to CiCi's Pizza in our pajamas. Even Michelle wore her pajamas! We ate pizza, and I was kind of just there to observe and watch so when I had a little girl I would be prepared! Anyway, Michelle had typed up a scavenger hunt for the girls to do while they ate. When we first got to CiCi's, the little girl's were divided up into to teams based on the fabric on these cute headbands Michelle made. You and you're teamates had to finish the scavenger hunt, and I checked them and made sure all the points were correct (which they weren't, so it is a good thing I checked). The two teams were stripes ad polka dots, and the striped team won.

We went back to Michelle's house were all the girls would be pampered. First, we all did the green facial masks that open up your pores or something like that. Once we had those on our faces, we laid in a circle and put cucumbers on our eyes. The cucumbers were suprisingly cold! Once we laid there and let all the women take pictures, we wiped it off our faces. Then, I helped with the foot spa thingy, which is like a pedicure foot bath. I was in charge off rinsing it out after each girl used it so nobody got athlete's foot or anything like that. All the girls paired up and did eaachother's fingernails and toenails. Michelle had one of her friends who does hair and massages and stuff come over so that all the girls could have their hair done really fancy. It took her a long time to finish all 15 girls, but they looked really cute. While the girls waited in line for their hair appointments, they got to make bath salts. It was a really cute idea, but by the tme it was all done, their was baking powder everywhere and the whole house smelled like a peppermint!

Of course, what would a party be without a few games?!? Michelle had a few games that were related to spas and beauty with little prizes you could win. The prizes were things such as lotion, combs, brushes, notepads, shampoo, etc...Also, she had goodies, sprite, friut, sponge cake, chocolate fondue, marshmallows, and grahm crackers instead of a huge cake. I was in charge of the fondue fountain because it wasn't working properly at first.

And to top it all off, she had to have the cutest little gift bags in the history of party gift bags!!! She sewed little bags that were in the shape of a lip using all different types of girly fabric. In the bags she had slippers, a stuffed animal, some lotion, and some candy. It was sooo.... cute. All the little girls kept saying how they wish they were still in school so they could brag about how good this party was and junk...

It truly was the most SPAtacular party EVER!!!!

School Dances

Yesterday was the last day of middle school for me! To celebrate, we had a formal dance for only eighth graders. Everyone dressed up in dresses and suits and danced the whole night-everyone but me. I just think it is wrong when the parents don't care the length of the girls' dresses. More than half were up high on their butts, and when they dance the fly up even more. Then the girls who had dresses that had no sleeves were pulling them up every three minutes. The dancing was a little inappropriate, also. Some girls had their butts all over some other guy and some guys had their hands where they shouldn't be. Nothing good can come out of that type of dancing. It was just really inappropriate and I didn't want to engage in it, so I didn't.

Now, I really will miss all my friends. One is moving to Japan, and the other two are going to a different high school than me. It will be kind of sad, but I'm not the type that cries at the drop of a hat like most girls. Everyone knows that those girls are going to go home and call each other, or get on the Internet to IM. I'm the person that can't wait till high school!

Bla, Bla, Bla

The baby turned one today. He is so cute! Mom had to work, so we are going to do his little cake tomorrow. He is so cute. However, he still doesn't sleep very well , which is annoying sometimes.
All the little kids that I babysit are so easy to put to bed. All I have to do is make them a bottle, hold them for 5-10 minutes, lay them in their bed around 8, and walk out. My baby brother doesn't fall asleep until 10 or 11.

Last week, my mom's friend came over and helped us do our flower beds since we have no clue what to do. However, for some reason, everything we touch dies. I'm trying to keep everything alive, but it never works for me except it did one time when I was in fifth or sixth grade, I don't remember. We ate this watermelon one summer day, and I had all the black seeds on my plate. At the time there was nothing in the flower beds, so I decided to try and plant them. I planted three just to experiment, but I completely forgot about them. So a couple weeks later my brother was mowing and weed-whacking when he saw this huge vine and little green circular shapes. He called Dad and he informed us that it was a watermelon plant. Anyway, no one knew where it came from and I piped up and said I had planted a few a couple weeks ago. Amazingly, they actually grew and I never really even watered them! There was another time when I was growing pumpkins, but that is a different story, and the story didn't end so well.

This past week I have been trying to get my hair cut. On Monday when Mom picked me up, we went, but the lady that cuts Mom's hair was busy for the rest of the day, so we didn't get it cut. The next day Mom called and got an appointment for Thursday at 5. I was really excited because I haven't really gotten my hair cut since the summer of 2005. So I came home from school and asked Mom when we were going to leave and she told me that the lady quit! She went to work at a different salon, and so I have to wait until either Tuesday, Wednesday, or maybe even Thursday.

My fifteen year old brother, Mom, and I went to Old Navy today. Mom was looking for these shirts that you wear in the pool to block the UV rays or something to help prevent skin cancer. Dad asked her to look for them because us kids spend the majority of the summer at the pool, and it is completely in the sun. Back to what I was saying. She took my brother and I with her to look for some summer clothes. A lot of the shirts were on clearance, so I got two, and some flip-flops. My brother thinks I have to many flip-flops, but you can never have enough! Shorts and capris are too expensive so I didn't get any yet. They are like 30 bucks, and that is too much money for me to spend!

I only have one more SOL and I am so happy! They are such a pain in the butt. Anyway, we have a three day weekend which means more sleep for me!!! Only 8 more days of school left. Summer can't come soon enough.