I rewrote "The Night Before Christmas".... staring.... Wickie!

Most people have heard the poem "The night before Christmas". It's just a fact. But today, I changed the way that you think of that poem. Ok, so my 4yr old bro, Noah, we just call him Wickie. I could go into a boring story of why, but we dont need to hear that now. So, what happens what I add him as one of the main charectors in this peom and change the words a little? This.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all though the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, and you Wickies snores softly filled the air.

The three children were snuggled all nice in their beds, while visions of candy canes filled their heads. And Mama and Wickie, Luke doing fine, and me i dont ever seem to know where I am at this time.

When out by the lawn toys, there arose such a clatter, and Wickie got up to see what was the matter. He ruched to the window all covered in frost, when he opened his eyes his mind almost seemed lost.

The moon glistening out on the new fallen snow gave slight view on what was below. When before Wickie's small eyes should appear, a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

There was a tiny sleigh driver, so happy and quick. Wickie knew in a moment that it had to be St. Nick. The man was soon calling the reindeer by name; "On Dasher and Dancer! Come Comet and Vixen. On Coment, now Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen. To the top of the house! To the top of the wall! Fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!"

Away the sleigh went, all eight reindeer they flew. With a bag full of toys and St. Nicholas to.

Then in a junp-skip Wickie heard on the roof, the leaping a pawing of each little hoof. Wickie turned up his head and was turing around, he saw St. Nick shoot down the chimney with almost no sound.

The man was dressed in all fur, from his head to his toe. And his face was all dirty and smelled like mistletoe. A bag full of toys he held on his back, he looked like a camper, just opening his sack.

His eyes how they sparkled, his laugh, so merry! His face was like the flower and his nose was a cherry.

He held his pipe gently between his teeth, the smoke sircling his head like a fresh Christmas wreath. The man was quite round, ecpecally his belly. In a matter of fact he looked almost like jelly.

When ole St.Nick saw Wickie, he started to giggle. At the sound of his laugh, Santa started to wiggle. After that he did something that one might find sort of bizerk. He reached in his sack and got right to work. Filling the stockings, with candies the color of his nose, then turning around and up the chimney he rose!

He went up to his sleigh and gave his reindeer a shout. St.Nick and his reindeer were making their way out. But Wickie heard him shout into the night "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Me, on demand.

Everyone need practice with quick thinking. Sometimes, trying to out-random your friends at lunch just doesn't cut it. So what I'm going to do is have my mom give me some totally random topic, and I'm going to write about the first thing that comes to my head. The trick? I can only hit the backspace key to fix spelling and typing errors. Let the quick thinking begin!

Topic: Salsa (???)
My responce: Dancing, gracefully as the dip. Swaying, like when being tossed in the trash. Not knowing, what step comes next!

Topic: Lipstick
My responce: 27 brightned shades, costing all but half my pay, why did I have to babysit: all of them being used as crayons on the wall! :(

Topic: Phone
My responce: Texing my way through class, now thats the way to live. Not paying any care but to my friends. The flying of my fingers accross the keys........ that is, till I give the phone back

Topic: Fish
My responce: That's what I am, in my underwater kingdom. Flipping through the water, feeling more free then a bird. As I swim up for air, my arm brushed up along side a fish, and he seems to be telling me something. A secret, perhaps, of the ocean and its wonders.

Topic: Grass
My responce: The smell of a freshly mowed lawn. The feel and color of the morning dew.... that is until SPLAT! all over your brand-new jeans

Topic: Teeth
My responce: Ping! You flash that grin that gets them every time, like a small dog begging. They ask where you got your shoes, and you tell them nowhere. They ask if thats a store, and you say no. This goes on for about an hour until they finally leave with a grin as big as what you started with.

13 going on 63

"So what are you grannys doing tonight?" is a common remark made by my father when he drops me off at my grandma's house. I, for one, disagree with that. Oh? You want proof? Ok, here is a possible routine:


6:00-6:30= Eat dinner while watching "Golden Girls", "Reba" and "AFV"

6:30-7:30= Continue to laugh our butts off with 5+ more eps of the shows listed above

7:30-7:35= take WFBAISB (worlds fastest bathroom and icecream softing break)

7:35+ = Do steps 1 and 2 until bed/Grandma has something else to watch


"Van you knucle-head!" and the room is filled with laughs, snorts, and Kasie begging to go out. Then..........
Silence.

"No I am NOTHING like BarbraJean!" repete.

So you still not convinced? Well I would tell you more, but if you dont mind I have some scrapbooking to do.

Long time no see blogspot!

hi! i'm back! i have been lovin facebook and such i have been forgettin to blog here! so really the only point of this is that i will be tryin to remember! peace!





peace love and mermaids. all me

Quotes and such that could go nicely here

You know that saying "another day, another dollar"? Well, I was thinking about it and cause today was the first (have you ever noiticed that if you take out the 'r' in 'first' you get 'fist'?) day of school, I got thinking: what other sayings and such would go nicely here? So here is my list.

"It will feel better when it quits hurtin' "
This often was said by my grandpa (may his soul rest in peace) when you were complaining. For anyone that knows what modern day Jr.High is like, you would see that this goes in quite well.

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch"
This in many cases refuring to the students.

"When you meet on a narrow path, move over"
Due to the new one-way halls (that I find was a really bad idea) you don't have to worry about this. Unless your in the main hall shared by 6th graders, 7th graders, and a few fairly large 8th grade boys.

"Fun never falls to far from the treehouse"
Unless you just fell out of the treehouse and landed not to far away.

"You call this Passing?!?!"
This one isnt really a quote, but it sounds like something that my mom would say when she looks at Luke's grade card. And I thought it would be a good way to end this blog.

You can stop bugging me now

Hello everyone. Okay, lets try this again, they way that I would write this on a normal time:
hiyas ppls!

ok, now that we got that put aside, my mom has been bugging me to write a blog. so here i am, randomizing blogspot.

happy mom? *wink wink*

i dont really know what to blog about, so to start im gunna start by showing off some cute smileys:

i got plenty more where that came from.

so cause i said that i wasnt sure what ta blog about, im gunna start with a little info here: yes, i still am that girl who did that "man with da weed whacker" blog, only this time is 10:45 @ night and i dont know why but im feeling oddly laided back. i got kate alexa cranked up another of my many tabs.
so what im tryin to get through is that my mom said that yall seemed to like my blogs. im very greatful for that, but im also sayin that i can use inproper grammer and spell things wrong 2.

why am i saying this? ask me l8r when i figure it out.

i hope u forgive me for this. i really do

the beach in french

My mom did a blog about our beach day, and she did the title in french. So that explains my title.

I first knew I was there when Luke complained about the smell. I saw the ocean, going for miles and miles (and miles and miles...). The salty sent tickled my nose, and it was all great.

Until I got in.

As soon as my foot touched the water, I vowed NEVER AGAIN to complain about the water in Grandma Betty's pool. All I could think about was getting out and then sitting on a towel. Inside. By the fireplace. On the sun.

And if that wasn't "good" enough, getting splashed with salty water was.
My advice: Do Not Drink

Then came the next beach.

It was better, collecting shells, covering Luke in sand, and getting salt water in my mouth.
Did I mention how many times I fell on my butt when trying to skim board?

Well, ok, it wasn't exactly a beach paradise, but for me, it would have to do for now. :)

I need your input

I'm sorry that this wont be another one of my "funny" blogs, but I need your help. Please dont share this info, but I am starting 2 new books and I would like you input on what idea yall like best.
First book: is about a girl who discovers a time mechine and uses it to bring people from history to the modern time. EX: she goes back to the 1800s and brings back a slave owner. Then she would talk to them saying to give it a break cause everyone would soon be free to do as they wish as american people. (then there is always the fact how unlady like it was to wear pants like most girls and woman do today)

Book two: is about a teenager who seems to become a pop star overnight! She doesnt really know how to act, and gets in some sticky situations. (And i know it dont sound like much, but it was idea I have had since, like, 2nd or 3rd grade)

So please tell me what one you like best!

Forget monsters. This house has a man with a weed whacker

Many of us grew up hearing ghost stories and have had worries about the monsters under the bed.
No, not me. I’m only 12 years old and have seen far scarier then any Frankenstein or King Kong.

I have been a witness to my father with a weed whacker.

He comes to tear down both good and evil. To kill the pesky weeds and to knock down $20 worth of plants. He stops at nothing to feel the power over the plants. Bwa ha ha ha ha!
Yes, I know that sounds really kinda pathetic, facing the fact that I’m far away from the gorilla in his city of terror. But my mother has put her blood, sweat and tears ( but mostly sweat ) into her gardens while I sat on my but watching iCarly.
So really, it’s for Mom. And for Dad facing the fact that HE WONT LISTEN TO ME WHEN I COMPLAIN. (Okay, and for the love of iCarly. But that’s not the point.)

Beware, my children. For if you be weed or plant, the man with the weed whacker is after you.

Bwa ha ha ha ha!! :)

School

OK, I wrote this a long time ago, but now that school has been out for more then a month, I thought you would like this. Enjoy!



Great. The day had just started and there is already a stain on my shirt and the janitor has yelled at a student. The bell just rang. Some kids may think of the first bell as a sign of starting a new day. Well, that does not mean that it has to be good. Really think about it. Math tests and grumpy teachers sound like a nice way of life? I think not.
First hour: Oh yikes! Is that an F on my math paper?? And why won’t that kid stop sneezing on me?!? Yuck! I think the guinea pig just puked!
Second hour: You have got to be kidding! This reading book is so hard a collage student couldn’t read it if they tried! Wait. We have to have it done by when?
Third hour: oh the joy of band. The crashing of symbols, the toot of the horn, and the drummers having a sword fight with their sticks. Will the teacher ever show up?
Fourth hour: social studies means playing catch with the globe and using the map as a doodle board.
Fifth hour: writing. Good class. Down side: half the kids
think it’s art and the other half don’t know what an adjective is.

Lunch: two words baby: FOOD FIGHT!

Sixth hour: science class. We have to go outside and find leaves for a project. Sounds fine rite? Wrong. We are up to eight on the snake count and I feel something squishy in my shoe.
Seventh hour: typing and computers. Typing: easy. Computer work: impossible. Also this computer is so old it first was run by a mouse on a wheel.
Eighth and last (halleluiah ) hour: the dreaded gym. Honestly, how many times can one get hit by a dodge ball?

Okay, I might have exaggerated just a little. But hay, non-working moms….. Have you ever considered home schooling?

Boys will be boys. Whether you like it or not.

Screech!" That’s mine! "Bang!" Mom!”

Yes, the sound of boys.

Whether we like it or not, the nature of little boys can’t be changed. It would be like that “Hairspray” song. You just can’t stop the beat. Or in this case, the boys.

No matter how many times a poor beanie baby gets used as a weapon, the boys are unstoppable. They will sneak up behind the other one, who the only thing they will hear is “ I’m gunna hurt you, you lousy little piece of…..!”

Now take a pause and think about life without boys. We could take our pets to prom, invent little robots to do our housework, and heath insurance would not be necessary. Ahh…..
“Ow! Hay, knock it off! Eep!”
And did I mention how useless a hearing aid would be?

But think of the down side. No romance movies, no omg-he-is-so-cute Zac Efron, no fun seeing the little suckers struggle with our laundry. And really, do you really want to kiss your pooch at prom?

I didn’t think so.

So the choice is up to us girls: lose them or love them?
Think about it.