Abby, the cute puppy finds fun in a ball of yarn! Looks like curious Simon enjoys it, too.

Gabe's "other poetry"

Hey this is for my Claire! As Gabe said "the iron work made my hands freeze like the winter snow.
Your Welcome, Claire.

For Anyone Who Likes Qdoba

Hey this is for anyone who LOVES Qdoba. On this Saturday and Sunday at Qdoba kids are free!
Thank You! ~Anna

Gabe's Wonderful Poetry

Gabe is a funny and interesting boy in my class. He make up his "wonderful" poetry that is really cheesy and that makes everybody laugh. Here's one a personally like, "I was trying to sleep one night when I heard a strange scream. I ran down the stairs and found my sister laying on the floor, peanut butter and jelly in one hand, and spiders were crawling over it."
"Thanks" he would always say afterwords and then bow. I just wanted to share a couple of laughs with you.

I'm Doing Something Special!

Hey everybody that is reading this. That would be not very many people! If you read my blog and enjoy it and think that someone you know would like it, please let them know. It would be nice to know someone besides my mom is reading this and commenting. Back to business. I have been writing a book. Let me let you know, it is way harder than you think it is! I am still on Chapter One. But it is fun and needs a lot of patience to work on it. It is about an orphanage girl who is adopted and gets into a lot of trouble! When I finish it, you will have to read it. It is like Junie B. Jones.

Pee with a couch underneath

Hey everybody. This is when Irene peed on the couch and dad got a little too mad. Irene, my sister, has issues with going to the bathroom. Peeing. She is getting better though. She was jumping on the couch and dad was getting irritated and mad. She stormed off the couch and sat down on one of the cushions, fuming. She sat there long enough for her to pee. My dad, realizing the mess, started swearing. "@%^% it!" he mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Yeah, @%^% it!" Irene copied him. As I stood there, bent over from laughter and with a hand over my mouth, Irene and dad were having a staring contest at each other and glaring.