Icky!

My throhte is very icky right now.

Sean and Lyn are home frome collegeeeeeeee.

Peanuts to you!

I LOVE peanuts. I like them better when they are in there shells and are salted. I think it is really fun to get them out of the shell. it tastes better cracking them with your teeth when they are salted. Peanuts... peanuts... peanuts...peanuts... peanuts... peanuts... peanuts!!!!

C.L.G.T.W.C.N.F.

That stands for: Citrus Lipton Green Tea With Citrus Natural Flavors. Molly and I found that out. Molly dosn't have a blog yet. She just got un-squiky today.

My nose is runny

That is a very true statement. my nose is indeed runny. and a little clogged right now. I stomped on leaves that Dad raked up and put in a hole that he had dug up to put the leaves in. And I stomped on them to press them down into the hole. It was tiering.

People think that it is almost Christmas time, but I don't think that it is ALMOST Christmas time. It is a long whate till Christmas.

I scratched my finger where Lyn stuffed his knee into the wall. Well, He didn't STUFF his knee into the wall, he more of ran into the wall and his knee was the part of him that broke the wall.

Right now...

Right now Dad is doing is Milligen town podcast thingy. WHATS WRONG WITH THE WORD THINGY! My spell checker thinks that the word 'thingy' isn't a word. Thingy! thingy! thingy! thingy!

Trutle Necks

Those things are neat. They are warm and have long necks. It's fall now and fall means COLD. And cold means you need something warm to wear. Well turtle necks work great.

Earrings

Yesterday I got my ears pierced. It pinched, and one earring got stuck in the thingy that pushed them in. Now I have to keep them in for six weeks, and clean them three times a day. I have flower shaped earrings with white on the outer end and blue in the middle. It's really weird scratching my head and in taking my finger down, it runs into something, and its my earring.

Keys, Cats, and Cleopatra.

Keys, Cats, and Cleopatra.

This paper will have nothing to do with Cats, and Cleopatra, but it might have something to do with keys. Oh look! There’s a ripped yellow folder thingy! That’s very interesting. The only reason this paper is called ‘Keys, Cats and Cleopatra.’ Is because it sounds cool. And I am sitting right next to a CD case that says CLEOPATRA on the front of it, and there are two glass models of cat on the desk I am sitting at. I have no clue where the Keys came from.

Maybe, (Oh this is scary!) Maybe the Keys came from… from…

Oh I don’t know where the silly keys came from.

HATS! The keys were HATS! And I ‘m sitting right next to a hat! Keys don’t wear hats. Keys also don’t wear High-heeled boots, or sleep in beds. Well, what do Keys do?! They unlock things. That’s just about all they do. Where do the locks come from then?

Ummmmm.

What should I write? about cats? no. About dogs? naa. About socks, um, um, NOPE. *sigh* ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

oH! OOOOOOOOOOO! NANO! no. not Nano. Not Halloween, not nothing. I don't feel like talking right now. Bye bye.

If you are...

Or if your not. But maybe you are. I dano. What are you doing?

lonelyness

My poor blog is feeling lonely. none is commenting and I have the feeling that none is even coming to my blog.

SKIN CHIN!

well Tessa said that Matt Holliday had a skin chin cus' he slid into home plate and skinned his chin so we called him 'skin chin' for a little, then I got a bruise on my chin and now Tessa calls me 'skin chin'

Books books and more books

I am reading and have read several books, and half of them I can't spell. But I am reading, Two Are Better Then One, Emlyn's Moon, Tales Of Ancient Egypt, Cat Of Bubastes, Peter Pan in Scarlet, and many many more.... maybe....

The Chaw of Chaws

In a forest dark and tangled,
Smoke and fiery sparks did spangl,
The trees, the sky, the moon on high-
It seemed as if Glaux did sigh.
A Barn Owl with a metal face,
Bellowed of his mighty race.
The chaw of chaws, did they cower,
In what might be their final hour?
With their branches burning bright,
They tore into this evil night.
The flames danced across the mask-
A demon from Soren's past!

Nine others flanked him,
Dark eyes so grim,
Claws gleaming in the air,
Set to rip, to stab, to tear.
So in that dark and tangled night,
The chaw of chaws rose to fight,
With talons bloodied, feathers singed.
A battle won- a war begins!

Kathryn Lasky

Now what?

Now what do I write? We have been studying Egypt for school. thats not vary interesting. one of my books was sure I was going to Egypt. It was saying that when I go there to look for this or that and to where sandals tho most people go barefoot, Blahdy blahdy blah. stuff like that.

Washing

What is all this washing about,
Every day week in, week out?
From getting up till going to bed,
I'm tired of hearing the same thing said,
Whether I'm dirty or whether I'm not.
Whether The water is cold or hot,
Whether I like or whether I don't,
Whether I will or whether I won't,
"Have you washed your hands and washed your face?"
I seem to live in a washing place.
Whenever I go for a walk or ride,
As soon as I put my nose inside
The door again, there's someone there
With a sponge and soap, and a lot they care
If I have something better to do,
"Now wash your face and your fingers too."
Before a meal is ever begun,
And after a meal is done,
It's time to turn on the waterspout,
Please, what is all this washing about?

By John Drinkwater.

The Centipede Song

Ok people might find this one gross but I like it so I'll post it. Oh and It's an owl singing it.

What gives a wriggle,
And makes you giggle,
When you eat'em?
Whose weensy little feet,
Make my heart really beat?
Why, it's those creepy crawlies,
That make me feel so jolly.

For the darling centipede,
My favorite buggy feed,
I always want some more.
That's the insect I adore,
More than beetles, more than crickets,
Which at times give me the hiccups.
I crave only to feed,
on a juicy centipede,
And I shell be happy forevermore.

By Kathryn Lasky

My life is boring right now

today I did school. and yesterday I did school and had a soft ball practice. and I ate Lucky Charms for breakfast and am probably going to make mac n' cheese for lunch. for school today I did: Handwriting, Math, Daily grams day 14, Vocab., and read strawberry girl.

Oh no!

I just ran out of poems that I copied! Now I have to look in my books for poems. well at least I have lots of books and they have poems.

Martin the Warrior

Martin the Warrior

Who says I am dead,
Knows nothing at all,
I-am that is,
Two mice within Redwall.
The warrior sleeps,
‘Twixt hall and cavern hole.
I-am that is,
Take on my mighty role.
Look for the sword,
In the moonlight streaming forth,
At night when day’s first hour
Reflects the North.
From o’er the threshold
Seek and you will see;
I-am that is,
My sword will wield for me.

By Brian Jacques

Bilbo's Song

Bilbo’s song

The road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
Lat others follow it who can!
Lat them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

By J.R.R. Tolkien

The Song of Boromir

The Song of Boromir

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows.
The west wind comes walking and about the walls it goes.
What news from the west, O wandering wind do you bring me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the tall by moon or by star light?
I saw him ride over seven streams over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands until he passed away
Into the shadows of the north, I saw him then no more.
The north wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.
O Boromir! From the high walls westward I look a far,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.

By J.R.R. Tolkien

Strider's song

Strider’s Song.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fir shall be woken.
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

By J.R.R. Tolkien

That's What Bilbo Baggins Hates

Chip the glasses and crack the plats,

Blunt the knives and bend the forks,
That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates.
Smash the bottles and burn the corks,
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat,
Pour the milk on the pantry floor.
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat,
Splash the wine on every door.
Dump the corks in a boiling bowl,
Pound them up with a thumping pole.
And when you’ve finished,
If any are whole send them down the hall to roll.
That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates,
So c carefully carefully with the plates.

By J.R.R. Tolkien

The Olipaunt Poem

Hear I will probably only post poems that I coped from books that I have read.

The Oliphaunt Poem.

Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass,
Trees crack as I pass.
With horns in my mouth
I walk in the South,
Flapping big ears
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old and tall.
If ever you’d met me
You wouldn’t forget me.
If you never do,
You won’t think I’m true;
But old Oliphaunt am I,
And I never lie.

By J.R.R. Tolkien