Saturday, December 17, 2011

My Room and My Trophy

Elf won the USCF Christmas Scholastic Tournament in Olathe, Kansas, today! He won two games and drew one.  "I worked pretty hard and my mom helped me a lot, although this day wasn't the best day of my life because my mom made me clean my room and throw away stuff I wasn't using and I cried over it," Elf said.  "Mom told me to throw away a humongous dust ball and I did not want to throw it away so I hid it and Mom will never find out where it went."

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Guess the Animal

A gray animal,
Leering eyes,
Lurking underneath,
It kills other animals,
Getting mistaken for logs,
And kills humans,
Terrorizing people,
Oh, how dangerous,
Red tongues waiting in water.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

THE WORST Violinist

I have been practicing a lot. Still I'm THE WORST violinist! My music sounds like a house of horrors, which proves I'm THE WORST violinist! My high notes seem like screeches, my low ones sound like groans. Which proves I'm THE WORST violinist!

Thursday, June 9, 2011

What it is like on day offs

Somtimes you wonder what to do at summer break.Play vidio games and hope to play outside and eat and sleep.Thats basicly what summer break is to me.Also I'm looking foward to my birthday and my bros' birthday.And you get kind of get a shorter fuse when you go back to schoool. If you have advice for what to do then tell me in your comment imediatly(We do NOT have a swimming pool).

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

A Pretend Apology

Dear Person,

I'm so very sorry for what I did. I know you trusted me to baby-sit your kids very calmly, but I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry that I did all that stuff.

I'm sorry I ate all your food and put some crumbs on the floor and dumped the trash on your bed. I'm sorry I cut off your table legs for swords for the kids to hit shampoo. I couldn't help it.


Monday, February 14, 2011

My Favorite Thing

This Thomas Bear is very special to me because I got it on a holiday and it was from when I was little (I was about three) and it was from my Nana.(I just did a pose in this picture.) When I got it used to sing a little song. I used it a lot. It is still special to me. Thank you for reading!

Friday, January 28, 2011

Sam's Story, Part II

Sam knew that he had to worry about the present and the future. Right now he had to:

1: get his potato seeds and potatoes for food
2: find shelter.

And then cry. He had to worry about the living before he cries for the dead.

After he did the first step, he noticed that every-one had no home because of the fire. Sam thought :Why would the figures want to attack? What would they gain?

Sam, after some thought, decided to go out of Bag End to live in another place. It was hard because he wondered what would happen if he left like the time in "Lord of the Rings" when the Ruffians took over, but he was forced to leave, for the sake of his children.

When he was almost out of Bag End (with his children) he stopped. He saw the figures. He hid with his children. The figures went into the mud puddle in front of Sam! Sam followed them with what was left of his family down into the mud.

To be continued...

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Sam's Adventure Part I

After Frodo left to the Gray Heavens (see in the book of "Lord of the Rings") Sam had a part missing that he could not cover yet he hid it from his family.

After Frodo left not much was going on except for writing the book that Frodo gave him (see in "Lord of the Rings) and tending to his wife, Rosie, and to the children (who are in average age of 13 and 14). Soon he would be doing more than even he would think to do.

One day, while Sam was growing potatoes and remembering the times he had with Frodo, he saw some figures heading from the East. He thought that it was nothing to think about. After 3 seconds all of Bag End was on fire(including his house)! He managed to get his children out with the book that Frodo gave him, but even in the fire Sam saw Rosie, dead.

When Sam got out he cried. It was a mixture of rage and sorrow. He cried becase he remembered the times he had with Rosie, he remembered the sunny after-noons he had with Rosie talking about their plans about their children, and about their children's future while they ate out-side. He cried because he would never see his dear Frodo again. He cried because he knew the figures lit the fire. Then, after 34 seconds he stopped crying because he knew he had to stop some-time, but he all-ways remembered Rosie and the times he had with her.

To be continued...

Friday, January 21, 2011

My Likings and Dislikings

Of course you know about me, but if you don't, then keep reading.

I like things like,adventure, Star Trek, and Pokemon. I like to act. I like food like fruit, meat, lettuce, chips, and sandwiches. I like home school. I don't like over-working. I don't like food like potatoes, onions (that stuff gives me gas), or Asparagus without peanut-butter (vegetables).

I like to crack my knuckles. I like to play with my smaller brother and my small sister. I wear glasses sometimes. I have brown eyes. I like to eat and drink. I like to sleep in. I don't pick my eyelashes any more.

I have a compassionate mom who is perfect in nothing.

Thank you for reading!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Paper Polish Pottery

My brother and I have made "Paper Polish Pottery." I am thinking you want to know how to make it, too, pal.

You start by thinking what pattern you want it to be like. I would suggest a simple one so it would be easier on your first time. Your pattern should be symmetrical. Then get a stamp you make when you dab it on a cup, plate, or bowl like the one you thought of. You dab the stamp in some paint and then put it on the kitchen utencil, etc. and paint around it. Voila! You've got "Paper Polish Pottery."
My pattern was a fish scale. My mom cut the sponge to make the stamp the shape I wanted. It was very fun. You would enjoy it, too. Thank you for reading!

Friday, January 7, 2011

My Dad Drinks Pop

You are now seeing proof that my dad drinks pop. All day I serve pop to my dad. I go up the stairs and find the pop. Next, I go and take the pop and bring it down. Afterward, I give the pop to Dad. Then, I have to watch him drink it. OH, THE HORROR! AHHH! Actually, I do it on my own free will. Thank you for reading.