Ever heard of wikihow?

Eric, Katie, Nathan, Allison, Sarah, and I were looking around on wikiHow. Then we decided to make one of our own:

"How to Kidnap the President"

Preview

This is an aid for how to buy 7 pink radishes for your brother.

Ingredients

A president, an RC ballerina, a donkey stuffed animal, an empty pop can, a peet mouse, a bucket of blue paint, a large fry from Wendy's.

Steps

1. watch National Treasure 2.

2. and remember, you might find yourself in jail

Tips

• you should only attempt this if you have a flower pot that you've named Fred living in your front yard for a week.
• and remember, you should only try this if you drive a mine cart pulled by a one-hundred year-old donkey after it has eaten four red shirts that have been tied to a tree for 56 hours and 29 seconds

Warnings

Australia's kangaroo population has dropped majorly since 1953

Things You'll Need

• mine cart
• dog food
• 5 road blocks
• 4 red shirts
• a flower pot
• 5 lbs. of tomato sauce
• Thomas Jefferson's wig
  

Sources and Citations

NT2, The Idiot's Guide to Hanging Pictures, the Idiot's Guide to Having Clean Nails, www.anewwebsiteofmyown.com, and our brilliant minds

Strawberries and Sunshine

So.... life's goin'.

And it is definitely a good life.

Do you know what I'm ready for? Sunshine and swimsuits and strawberries and raspberries and fruit - tons and tons of fruit - and water fights and time with friends and no school. Absolutely no school! Doesn't that sound nice? Oh, and lemonade.  Definitely lemonade.  Maybe a garage sail.... cookies.....

Ah, summer is good (if it ever gets here).

CALIFORNIA!!

Here's my trip post!!

Okay, so we left at five in the morning on thursday, March the 27th. We drove all day until we were past Sacramento. The next day, we drove into Palm Dale and visited the church where the family of the groom was setting up for the wedding. Us Hammer kids helped set up for the reception while Mom and Dad previewed the church building. The family that the bride was living with has four kids, and we became friends with them instantly.

After a little while of setting up, we all went over to the church building for the rehearsal. The bride and groom-to-be, the groomsmen and the rest of the bridesmaids came. Our family left part way through the dress rehearsal, it was getting kindof boring.

The next day, we all got up and went to the church at ten. Everything was amazing. The ceremony was short, sweet, and to the point, and the reception was awesome. There was lunch/dinner, a toast, cake, dancing. Then a limousine came to pick up the bride and groom. A whole bunch of kids got to ride in it before the bride and groom were ready. That was definitely a highlight of our vacation. Finally, at around 7:30, we left. We had been at the church for nine hours, and we were exhausted.

The next day, we went to the groom's family's church, then went to his cousin's house (he wasn't there, he and the bride were on their honeymoon!)

Monday was the most relaxing day, and definitely the quietest, though I prefer busy. My family and I went to Redondo beach, walked along the pier, and looked at discusting sea food (I like sea food, but this stuff was gross - whole fish, etc). Then we went to the hotel and swam. Actually, it wasn't that warm, so we sat in the hot tub and watched Katie and Nathan jump into the nonheated pool. I jumped in a few times, and managed to convince Beth to jump in, too. She screamed ˆtwiceˆ!

Tuesday morning, we left for home. We drove âlll dayˆ, and got back the next morning at 3:00 A.M.! We had driven for 19 hours, and 1140 miles! Sorry, Sarah, I think we've got you beat.


And that's our vacation!

...never took the time to dance

Well, I'm sorry, but I've been waiting for an idea for a blog post. I've no ideas past Beth's brilliant, "yep/new post".

I guess I'm pretty boring recently. I'm happy though. It sounds super corny, but it's true. Ah, well. But I'm really excited for spring! I love spring. The flowers and sunshine. Everything smells like cherry blossoms, too.

Hmmm. I was hoping that forcing myself to write a post would get me to think of something. I think of great post ideas, and I would be posting a lot more if I could type as fast as I can think.... I'm sure we all feel that way, though. So nothing for now.

If anyone has any suggestions.... I could start a debate. Maybe... Sorry. A better post later. (All of my posts have the same underlining theme: a better post later. Sad. Sad.) :-)

Hello....

Sorry, I haven't been on blog for a while. I guess I just keep forgetting. Bad excuse, I know.

Anyway, I don't have any brilliant inspiration for a post, so I have to keep it short. Not to mention my sisters are all begging me to get dressed in my skirt and leotard to practice a dance. Why do I have to be in costume to dance, anyway? Not that I don't not unsupport doing a dress rehersal. It just sounds like a bit of a bother right now. Ah, well.

Well, still no great inspiration. So....

still nothing.

I'll make a new post later. Bye!

Yahoo!

Guess what? I get to volunteer at a dog grooming place once a week starting in a few weeks, and I can't wait!

The lady who runs it is so nice, and I'll learn so much. I'll take care of dogs, comfort them, clean up (lots of that), maybe give baths, maybe trim nails. I'll smell like dogs the rest of the day, and get grimy, and everyone else will say, "why in the world did you want to volunteer there?"

But I can't wait! Dogs everywhere! I guess I'll wait on the horse dream for now. I still get to learn about animals and be around them, so it's great!




and think about the stories I'll come home with!

Wind, Fire, Sun, Water

I wish I could do something with horses. The frustrating thing is that girls liking horses is SO typical. Clishe. But, if I just put that aside, I wish I could do something with horses. Horseback riding lessons, volunteer at stables, anything. Liz get horseback riding lessons, and I'm trying not to be too jealous. The mix between wanting to hear about her classes, and being so frustrated that she gets them and I don't, is so tiresome. I'm just trying not to think about it.

This is something I want that I haven't told anyone how much, not Beth, mom or dad, Liz, or even my journal. I know that's kind of strange, because you supposedly write things you want in your journal, right? I guess not.

But why be sad when I have so much? I really am not sad, just wanting more, which I do realize is incredibly selfish. So I will try to be content.

....I'm in a stable, it's dark and warm. It smells of horses and orchard grass hay. I enter the stall, and there's a large chesnut horse, beautiful and shining. My horse, his name is Firedust...

....I put on his tack and gear, tighten the saddle cinch and swing up into my seat. I grab the reins, they're smooth; soft and worn from my hands rubbing them so often. We ride out of the stable, into the open air. The sun is bright, I blink my eyes, and feel a strong body beneath me, as Fire walks forward...

...Firedust trots, he pulls into a gallop - thump. thump thumpedy thump. On an on. He's flying. I'm flying. The sun glints off Fire's coat making him golden red. The wind flies over, gently kissing my face as it careens by. I feel my horse's mighty legs pulling and stretching, reaching and soaring. Everything is perfect, at peace. What else could anyone want? I tangle my fingers into Firedust's silken mane...

...It begins to rain. I feel as if I'm in a movie, a heroine rescuing the lost children. We ride on, till we're soaked and frozen, but still riding. I look around. We're in an open field, and we once more reach, and gallop: Thump, thumpity dump- thump, thumpity dump...

It's too good to be true. Perhaps we're in a dream, or a wish that someone has made real with an incredible imagination. Then, with a sickening jolt, I realize I'm right. Just a dream.