What was I going to blog about...

Ooh! A door! We have been busy lately working on the air conditioner and the front door. Thank you, Tom, what would we do without you? Hmm, that leads me to an interesting thought. Does Tom read my blog... He usually doesn't read blogs that are "Novels", and since my blog is obviously not a "Novel"... I wonder. Anywho, I forgot what I was going to say next. Will it come to me a a fury of swift thoughts so vast they cannot be contained here??? No. No it won't. It should. But it won't. It's mean like that. Oh well. *walks off*

"Ohhhh, that's what the red button does..."

Last night I think I had a little too much sugar. I was messing around with mom's camera and I found the video function. Now, with video, you don't push the button that normally takes the picture. No, you push "The Red Button". I made lots of little videos. Maybe I'll see about putting them on here later. They are rather funny, sort of the thing that reminds you of a drunk person making a movie. Yup yup yup. I go now. Hehehe. *cue audience sigh* Yes, shortness never seemed so good. Bye!

Busy weekend

Alright, first off, the cookies weren't that bad. Maybe a little brown on the bottom, but
they were fine. Andrew's had a little black, but that's only because he had it too low in the oven. We brought them to the Car wash.

Okay, chronological order.

The jam session was pretty fun. Rather loud, but fun. Small headache afterwards, but a little water and it was fine.

The fund raiser was okay, maybe a little less results then we would have liked, but we didn't end up in the hole.

Oh yes, the troop did a flag raising for a memorial kind of thing that Brother Bishop set up. Nice, simple, way better than we did when we were practicing.

The car wash wasn't exactly very successful either. Okay, but not the crazy amounts of money we're trying to earn for camp.

Finally, yesterday was Father's Day, and that means stake conference. Chairs needing to be taken down. What fun! I got to be on the ladder again. So yeah, it was good. Later, the family got together for lunch/dinner and that's always nice. Dad was sick though, so he couldn't make it. Hopefully he'll be better soon.

Alright, the short, to the point analysis of my weekend is complete. Muhahaha! Toodles!

Well, thank you

"No, no, no! Don't go! We read your blog! By the way, your typing stinks!" Just kidding. Mom, don't get upset. I forbid you to get upset. I love you to de- Life. There. We're all happy now, right? I certainly hope so. So anyway, I don't have much time. There is work to do and I have until 1:00 to do it. At which time, the Foells are coming by to pick me up for a "Jam" session at Brother McClure's before the scout fund raiser. @.@ I forgot to tell you about that! It's movie night! Movie night. Come on everybody, it's movie night! The scout are selling refreshments. ^^ Andrew and I burnt cookies.

So yeah, that's my life. And if I want to keep it alive, I should probably get off now. Just kidding, mom! *poof*

"I guess my mind has been changed for me."

Okay, fine. I stay. But I refuse to enjoy myself. *looks at strawberry* Yes, um... This is nice. I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT. *sneaks over to strawberry* Yesterday served as a beacon of sorrow for all Alaskan native Californians. How could they do this to us? 100 DEGREES OF HORRIBLE FAHRENHEIT! "Tonight we die."

*steals strawberry*

*walks back nonchalantly*

Why do we live in California? Where the sun doth reign and the heat is continuous. Is there wrong in cool weather? Say 40 degrees? Wouldn't that be better than "We're melting! Melting!".

*eats strawberry* He he he!

Oh yes, the building. What if the robe had a bunch of torn up tires under it?

I shall make this as crazy an exist as I can! I depart! *jumps out the window, just missing a car passing on ground* "Perhaps I did not think this through."

I wonder

You know, it is Summer. I don't see much harm in missing a day or two... You know, just lay low a bit and try to think of what to write? That may work. And I would still post, just maybe not everyday. I think that could work. So yeah, don't panic if I don't show up sometimes. I'm probably still alive.

Andrew wants to be evil. He says their symbol is better. You how lame a reason that is? It's not even because they get a lot more money than the good guys. No, he wants to be evil because he likes their SYMBOL! Hmph! *walks off*


*walks back* Oh yes, would you rather find yourself fifty feet in the air on a creaky framework of an abandoned building, -OR- twenty feet in the air in a harness with a rope nearly severed?

I go now. *waves*

He he he, I can see it all now...

Mom, in charge of valiant 11 and 12 year old boys... Those guys would never misbehave again. Muhahahahaha! Isn't it odd now. EVERYONE seems to have a nickname after a year in seminary. Riley the Hip-o, Bryce the turtle, Andrew didn't get Towel Boy until he started seminary. I have Ben and Co., WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!? We're all turning into things... AND WE LOVE IT!

Yes, I do believe that there's something strange at work here. Oh well, the world will die off, no doubt and this will be the end of it, but I'm sure everyone will get over it. What do I want to write? Oh yes, apparently strawberries don't make me happy, they just trigger already existing happiness. So when there was seminary, they worked all the time, but now, they're only partly affective. NO!!!!!

*cry cry* Good bye everyone. I leave!