Haha… Christmas Listing.

I’ve done it. I’ve already put 2 1/4 pages on my Christmas List, and I started back in October. Yes, people, I’m that far ahead. Well, I’ve got to leave now. I might now post for a bit. I have to work on my Christmas List. Ha!

Meet My Carved Pumpkins-Part II

As promised from yesterday’s post, you’d get to see the 2 pumpkins I carved this year. Well, here’s the second one, and you’ve never seen anything simpler-but so what? Enjoy staring at this lovely orange sphere of art.

Meet My Carved Pumpkins-Part I

This Halloween, I have put my master artistry skills to work to choose and carve the perfect pumpkins. One is for my grandpa, who runs an airport, so it is a plane on it. The other one is for me, and I won’t break the amazing secret of what’s one that one until tomorrow. Until then, here is my airplane pumpkin.

Behold. Isn’t it amazing?

Meet the Monster of Our Science Class

Halloween is just around the corner – and I’m so scared. No, not scared about ghosts and ghouls. I’m scared about a tiny fuzzy monster that lives in the back corner of our science room. The monster lives in a glass case, but has escaped already twice. One time escaping into the school cafeteria, I’d like to add. The moster is a tarantula.

Why, are you freaking out about this, you ask? First of all, the tarantula still has it’s venom inside of it. “It rarely bites,” says our science teacher casually. “Just get away from it if it rears back, that means it’s mad.” That’s real comforting.

Well, for the entire year, the tarantula plays happily in it’s cage, but around Halloween, it comes out. And it crawls over your hand if you want it to. And I’m sure it will rear back and bite me, and I might try to fling it across the room as its furry body crawls toward the table across my hand.

But I think I’m going to have it crawl over me anyway, maybe. I mean really, how many times does the option come up for a poisonous animal to scurry across your hand. Right? RIGHT? RIIGHT!? SOMEBODY SAY RIGHT!!

Poem About a Pumpkin

They’re fat, they’re tall, they’re thin, they’re round.      

And when you cut into them they won’t make a sound.

You can buy a pumpkin in a store or on a farm.

You won’t even have to go into a stinky barn.

Take it home in the back of your car.

Scoop out its seeds, you just gave it a scar!

Carve it with a scary expression.

Make it look like it’s happy, or has deep depression.

Find a candle and put it on your porch.

You just wait a few days, the inside will be scorched!

After Halloween, the trick-or-treaters go away,

But the smelly rotting pumpkin is here to stay!

Duct Tape-There is So Many Uses for It!

You’ve all heard of the many uses for duct tape. Ties, dresses, even wallets. But have you ever heard of a duct tape flower? How about a duct tape flower….. on a pen? Well now you have!
We met our first duct tape flower on a pen at a hair salon, believe it or not. I had to write with it, so I asked my aunt for a piece of paper. She gave me the back of the receipt, and I wrote:
“I am writing this with a cool pen.”
The ink was green! The purple duct tape flower pen wrote in green! Can you believe it?

I Will Now Attempt to Do An Entire Post With Every Word Beginning With a Different Letter, in Alphabetical Order.

Al Banks can dunk everything Faye Green hits. I just kettle liver Mondays, not on pillows. Questioning rarity should take us very wildly. Will xylophones yell zero?

Now I’ll try the alphabet backwards.

Zebras yip “Xavier!”, which vents us to super rain. Quarreling people often nip my leather. Knowing June is here, gabbing fans eat dust. Can Betty answer?

Phew, I did it. That wasn’t too hard, but not everything really makes sense..

Meet… Meet…

Meet Unknown. We don’t know what kind of plant Unknown is, or even how to take care of him, therefore his temporary name is Unknown.

Unkown sits by the CD Player and all the CD’s. I think Unkown is happy there.

Unknown was also given to us by our grandma, who basically gave us all of our plants except for one.

I guess someday we’ll find out what to do with Unknown, but for now, he just sits there like a plant in a pot. Oh, wait-Unknown is a plant in a pot.

Well everyone, you’ve just met the last plant. Don’t you feel special? I’m sure Unknown feels special.

Meet Aloe

This is Aloe, the aloe vera plant. Aloe sits by our living room window all day, basking in the sun. Aloe sits on top of a mini shelf-thingy, surrounded by many painted clay figurines that we painted last summer. Isn’t that nice?

Aloe is from our grandma, and was thrown into a pot even quicker than Jade was. Isn’t that nice?

If you split Aloe’s leaves, you get a substance that is great for treating burns. We actually have Aloe Vera soap by some of the sinks in our house. Shhh… don’t tell Aloe. Isn’t that nice?

Meet Jade

This is Jade. Jade is a jade plant. Jade looks like a tree, but isn’t a tree. Jade was thrown into a pot one time when our grandma said we could have it but we had to get home in time for dinner. We left quite a mess of potting soil in our Grandma’s garage, but don’t worry, we cleaned it up before we left.

Jade sits by the fireplace next to Tim, our spider plant. I’m sure Jade enjoys talking with Tim, even though I don’t think Jade can talk. Maybe just looking at Tim is good enough for Jade.

Jade spends her October with this nice ghost in her pot, which flashes (the ghost, not the pot) in a variety of colors when you slide a switch on the ghost’s bottom. I’m sure Jade would enjoy this light show lots, if only we ever actually turned the ghost on. Oh well, maybe later.

 

Meet Tim

This is Tim. Tim sits on our fireplace mantle. Tim sits next to a blender, and another plant who for now shall remain nameless.

Tim came to our house when a friend of my sister’s said she had many spider plants and wanted to get rid of them. So, Brooke’s friend gave Brooke a clipping off of her big spider plant, which she had grown from a clipping off of our math teacher’s plant.

Tim sat in a clear glass of water for a week in order to grow some roots. Tim spent his time there listening to us encourage him with phrases like “Go Tim, you can do it!” many times as we walked by. He also spent a day listening to classical music for a spider plant, in hopes that this would encourage him to grow.

Tim was then transplanted to a clay pot and is watered when his soil gets dry. Tim is the first plant we have taken into care, and he likes to sit there and do nothing. I think. I can’t ever tell if a plant is doing anything or not.

Meet Crouton

Over the next couple of days, you will meet our newly-adopted plants. You will hear their stories and their lifestyle. Now doesn’t that make you feel extra special? I hope so. Do you hope so? Good, I knew you’d hope so. Anyway, let’s get on with it.

This is Crouton. Crouton is a croton petra plant that sits by our fireplace.

Crouton, say “hi!”….. Crouton? Crouton? We just got Crouton a few days ago, so it’s still pretty shy.

We actually got Crouton from our grandma as a Halloween present. Crouton sits in orange tissue paper behind a photo of several beautiful orange flowers. I suppose that will inspire it to grow. It has something to look at- the back of a picture frame, what entertainment is better than that?

Say “Bye”, Crouton. Crouton? Crouton? I just told the world your story and your still too shy to speak? Jeez, Crouton!

Marshmallow Artist-JOB OPENING!

I’ll take it, I’ll take it! I want to be a marshmallow artist! I wonder how much it pays?

Anyway, let’s be serious now. Brooke and I opened the jet-puffed marshmallow bag, and we gasped. Well, we didn’t actually gasp, but doesn’t that just make the story so interesting?

There, in front of our very own eyes, was a very long marshmallow. The very first mini marshmallow we had ever seen that wasn’t actually mini, but it was in a mini-marshmallow package!

So naturally, we took two more mini marshmallows (that were actually mini) and made a design.

Then, we kept looking, and we found another one. Sorry, everyone, the Marshmallow Artist position is filled. And I got it! Wait, I earn how much? Nothing? Pfffttt, I’ll take it anyway!

I’m a marshmallow artist, I’m a marshmallow artist!

Poem About A Splotchy Tomato

I liked how the Poem About a Grape turned out Friday, so I’m trying it again, this time about a splotchy tomato that my aunt got me when she went to Greece. Thanks to my English teacher, I’m getting really good at this.

Splotch!

That’s the sound I hear when I throw you on the countertop.

Water!

That is what floats inside you,

allowing you to splotch and bounce around,

oh splotchy tomato, you!

Splotch!

I can’t think of anything else to say.

Splotch!

I will keep rhyming anyway.

Splotch!

I’m done now.

Splotch!

Now, my splotchy tomato and I

will take a bow.

Welcome to Simply Paws Salon, How May I Help You?

Ah, the joy of living in the middle of nowhere. Let me tell ya, the middle of nowhere happens to have a lot pf burrs.

What’s a burr? A burr is an annoying seed of a (burr?) plant that has little spikes on it, allowing it to stick to everything that comes near it or touches it, most specifically clothing and dog fur. That’s a real problem for a dog with a lot of fur.

So here’s what happened: My dad and my dog were “romping” through the woods. Lucky walked past (and apparently brushed against) a lot of burr plants. I mean a lot.

So, to make a long story short, he came back with burrs all over him everywhere. Burrs can be quite irritating for a dog, and can cause it to have pain and uncomfort. We didn’t want that to happen, so Brooke, my dad, and I got out our fingers and our brush and got down to work. Welcome, Lucky, to the doggy salon. Or, shall we call it Simply Paws Salon? Let’s.

We brushed and we brushed. And we brushed. Then I went online and found some classical music. I had heard it relaxes your dog. I don’t know if our dog was just tired or the music actually worked, because he relaxed. My mom now joined in. She sat by the computer and looped the classical music over and over. Simply Paws Salon is a full-service doggy salon, believe it or not.

After we were done, we gave Lucky a treat. We hadn’t realized how much fur he had shed during the brushing process. If you would kindly look at the picture below, you can see for yourself. Pretty amazing, right?