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Science!!!

This is a science experiment we did with the little kids today. I felt inclined to write about it so that my grandchildren will be impressed. Sorry that it is not exedingly scientific, but you can get the main idea.

Monday, October 25, 2010
Science experiment

What we used:
We used a big, gorgeous, round, orange globe filled with air (called a balloon), little round sassy pieces of paper (like this: O), and Jace’s head.

What we did:
We lifted up the protesting balloon and rubbed it vigorously through Jace’s shiny and silky hair. This caused his nicely combed hair to stand on end with horror. Then the balloon was deposited ungraciously into the air about two inches above the papers (I feel inclined to call them crazies). This caused the crazies to be torn away from their place on the table, screaming, and stick firmly to the thoroughly disgusted balloon.

What happened:
What happened when we rubbed the balloon through Jace’s hair was that the balloon immediately set about invading the hair. It captured all of the negative charges before we took it away. This made it quite negative (not that its attitude wasn’t already). The crazies, being positive, (and also quite crazy) were attracted to the balloon, but soon learned their mistake.

What we learned:
Positive is attracted to negative, even if it doesn’t want to be. Much like a prettty lady being attracted to a grumpy old man. Oh well.

Ugly People

This is a poem that I wrote. Hope that you like it.

UGLY PEOPLE
Ugly people are sad I'm sure
They feel so out of place.
I'm sure they don't enjoy the stares
Directed at their face

Their nose attracts attention
When they arive at a convention
They will always be this way,
There is nothing to do towards prevention

Weirdly shaped and oddly colored,
I'm speaking of their eyes
Just be glad that your not one,
To whom this poem applies

I posted this picture because I was bored and had nothing else to do. This is me.

MOM HAD THE BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mom had the baby! It is a little girl. We don't have a name for it yet, because we all thought that it was going to be a boy, but we all think she is so cute! She weighed 8 pounds, 13 ounces, and was 21 and 3/4 inches. She has a teiny bit of darkish hair on the top of her head. We are so happy!

The playground

Who says playgrounds are for little kids?

Green Canyon

I am officially the worst updater of blogs in the whole world. Seriously. I haven't updated my blog since last September. I apologize. I'm sure there will be nobody to read this post because you have all stopped reading it long ago.
I just arived home after Green Canyon swim camp. Our family goes up to this swimming pool called Green Canyon every year. We camp up there for a week in our RV, and we take two swimming lessons a day, one from 9:oo to 10:00, then another one from 11:00 to 12:00. I had a blast.
We also do hikes, play capture the flag and other fun stuff. I would write more about it except I don't have the time. :) We also don't have any good pictures. :(

many things from long ago

Time for a long, long post.

~GIRLS CAMP~

I went to girls camp over a month ago but I still haven't posted about it, so here it is!

The leaders brought bright green nail polish up to girls camp since green was our level's color. But the cool thing was... it glowed in the dark! I never paint my fingernails, but this was too cool to pass up. I did the dreadful deed and it wasn't too bad, it was actually pretty cool, (they did glow really well) but I ruined them in a few hours. So much for nail polish.

Here is me and my friend Vanessa in one of the few bored moments we had up at camp.

Us and our beautiful tongues!


This is the girl in my tent trying to kill a bug that had happened to fly into our tent. It was pretty funny. They were all freaking out and trying to kill it when it came close to them, and would smack it with their shoes against the tent wall, but it wouldn't die. So they formed a strike force and set out to kill it before it could kill them. They finally trapped it between the tent wall and a shoe, and rolled it back and forth between the tent and shoe. It still wouldn't die. so they sent a girl out of the tent with a rock to squish it through the tent. It died. I only got the end part when it finally departed this earthly existence.



this is our messy tent.

~MY BIRTHDAY~

I had my fourteenth birthday on the eighth! I just hung out with the family all day and ate cake and ice cream and all the usual birthday stuff.

Soccer ended for me a while ago. This is me after my last game.

~LISA'S WEDDING!~
We went down to utah for my aunt Lisa's wedding. she got married to a man named Preston and they are an adorable couple together!

Abby!

This is our family in front of the temple.

All mom's family went to Olive Garden to celebrate the marriage. This is me and my weird face.

That is the end for now.

Summer Fun

A lot has happened since I last posted! Dad's family reunion at our house, girls camp, aunt Lisa's wedding, I am going to post about all of it in shifts. Today is the family reunion!

Here are my cousins and I at upper Mesa falls. We hiked up, and it was so fun!

Here I am at lower Mesa Falls. I'm all wet because we just had a big water fight!

While the family was here I had my last soccer game. It was so much fun! We won, seven to three! I got to try out goalie in the second half.

The family went to the splash park in Rexberg. We had a blast! Here are my cousin Megan and I sliding down the slide.


And here we are waiting our turn at the top. If only all the little kids would get out of the way!

It was super fun to spend time with the family! I hope that they all had as much fun as I did!

Cain

I have recently been told that red hair is the mark of Cain. But I think that it is the mark of pure inteligence and that when we are in heaven we are all going to have red hair.

Sesame Seeds and Murphy

Sesame Seeds

The other day we bought a salad dressing called "toasted sesame seed." I weep for the sesame seed guy. His is a sad plight in life. I can not but help feel bad for him. You know, he probably can't toast very many seeds a day, even if he works far into, or through, the night. I can picture him sitting next to the toaster, thinking, "You know, I wish that this toaster was a four slot instead of a two slot."
He probably wastes a lot of money on buying new toasters because the toasters are not very durable and he forgets and pushes down too hard and breaks the handle. How he even gets enough to make a bottle of salad dressing is a mystery to me. I think that we should all pray that he will get some sense and try something different in life.


I dislike Murphy

Some things in life are not fair. like Murphy's law. Murphy's law is that whenever you drop your toast it lands on the side with the peanut butter on it. It does not matter that you spent ten minutes making it just the way you like it, buttered all the way to the sides, a thick coating of peanut butter, and a sweet smidge of jam, it still lands on the side that you don't want it to. ( I don't know if smidge is the right word for jam but I know that dollop is not. Dollop is sour cream.)

Another part of Murphy's law is that when you drop a plate when nobody is looking, it does not break, but if your mom is looking it breaks. I don't know why. It just does. I wish that Murphy had not made it a law. He is a cruel and unfeeling person. I wonder why Congress voted for it. The President could have at least vetoed it! Then we would still be free to drop our toast butter side up.

The part of Murphy's law that I am experiencing right now is that when you are looking for the broom to sweep up a broken plate and a ruined piece of perfect toast you can never find it. (Sigh.)

loopy lissy

This morning my little brother Andrew was playing outside and threw something up in the air. While running to catch it, he ran into our well housing on our back porch. He cut his top lip really badly and the decision was made to take him to go and get stitches. Me and mom went into the doctor's office where a member of our bishopric works. He is a pretty fun guy, but he always teases me. Me! I don't know why. I am always puzzled about why he picks on the little person that is trying to hide in the corner.:) Heaven knows that I never tease anybody!

Well, they put Andrew up on the table and strapped him in so he couldn't bite. Him and a nurse then put a cotton swab with a suspicious looking yellow liquid on it on Andrew's cut. They said that it was something to numb his lip but I don't believe them. He stopped trying to rock back and forth to make the chair fall over and looked quite calm. Mom and I leaned forward to watch them perform the operation.

The doctor cleaned up his lip nicely and started to give the stitches. I was quite interested and was just about to ask if I could try to give him a stitch when suddenly I found myself in a chair and mom and the doctor were leaning over me, asking if I needed a juice or something. I shook them off me and tried to stand up. They forced me back down and tried to make me believe that I had just passed out. Like I was going to believe them! I do not EVER get squeamish about blood or gore. I take care of our bleeding animals and siblings all the time! I began to suspect that the doctor had drugged me or something. I certainly felt drugged.

They offered me some juice, which I tried to refuse, but they forced it upon me. As I sipped, I tried to make sense of the situation. I thought I remembered that the doctor had been giving me dirty looks and then he had turned to the nurse and whispered something. She had nodded, and with a snicker had exited the room. I have a hazy memory that suggests that when she returned she gave the doctor a small bottle. With an evil cackle, he proceeded to dose a cotton ball with it and placed it in one of his pockets. He said that it was for later but now I doubt that. He never used it on Andrew that is for sure. Maybe he was tired of all the tips that I had been giving him on how to perform the operation.

As I pondered these happenings, I slowly dumped the rest of the "juice", which they had been so eager to bestow upon me, into the trash. I didn't trust it or him.

I was also a bit doubtful about mom's sincerity that she was worried about me. The fact that she could not stop laughing for 20 minutes about my misfortune made me doubt indeed. She tried to deceive me into thinking that the tears she was shedding were of sadness, but something told me that they were of mirth.

We left the office and headed home. They gave Andrew a popsicle but since I kind of like the little guy, I threw it out the window of the van as we headed for home.

This type of sneaky deception makes makes my head whirl.