Sunday, December 31, 2006

New Years Resolutions?

With the New Year already here, I just wondered, why do we make New Year Resolutions? The New Year comes with the passing of a day, 24 hours, but how is that any more special? Lets analyze.

When first looked at, the words "New Year" are always capitalized, signifying a proper noun. Any proper noun is important, and that's why we capitalize them. So when we think about this, the New Year really is something important. Although it comes within a day, it is the start of a new year, and could be considered a clean slate, or a blank, new page in a book. The beginning of the New Year is a perfect time to set goals for things you want to do that year. My family, being Christian and LDS, has a tradition at Christmas time. We get together as a family, and we write down something, and it is in a way a goal. This "thing" we write down is called our present to Jesus, and it goes under the Christmas Tree with all the other presents. It is a time to reflect about what you want to do in the upcoming year, and what goal you already are starting to want to set. It is a neat little tradition.

But this leads to the question why do we set goals? The weird thing about setting goals is we set them subconsciously all the time. When you want to get somewhere on time, its setting a goal. Whenever you sit down to practice something, it's setting a goal. At New Years, we set larger, more life changing goals. When we actually physically set these down, they are more likely to happen. Everyone is proud and happy of themselves when they actually reach their goal, and who doesn't want happiness?

Sunday, December 10, 2006

分析雜文 (Analytical Essay)

You know, as an active teenager, it’s really hard to support myself financially in the things that I do. But what’s even harder than that is trying to get a job. I do have a writing job, for the newspaper, but it doesn’t really bring in enough to support me, although it does bring some nice “pocket change” in. I blame my "joblessness" on employers. Why?

There are a few things that bug me about employers. The first is they don’t have courtesy, in any way. When I turn in an application, I’m expected to call the employer every day and literally force them to look at my application. They could look at it out of courtesy, but do they? Nope. They could also have the courtesy to call someone back when they’ve filled the spot you are applying for.

Another thing that bugs me is that it’s really hard to find someone to hire a 16 year old. It’s almost as if that “label” prohibits you from most jobs. It's similar to "The Scarlet Letter" excpet not as serious. The truth is, not all 16 year olds are created equal. When I put "Eagle Scout, Lead Saxophone in several bands, winner of the Hope of America Award, etc." on my application, it should show that I'm not an ordinary 16 year old.

So yeah, sooner or later I’ll need to get another job, so I might as well starting forcing people to read my application.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Another Essay

The desktop on my computer has been messy for so long, and more icons just keep piling up. Normally, I wouldn't let this happen; I'm a very organized person. So why do all these icons pile up?

When I look at the titles, such as: New_Bridge.phg;BRUINBANDBREIFING.pdf; and Poem essay, I realize that the majority of these icons are school related. My point is that school has us doing a lot, and even on our computers. When I look further into my life, and see how busy I've been over the past few weeks, it makes sense as to why all these icons are piling up. Piling icons aren't a priority in my life, but school is, so it is interesting to analyze how my "simple, nonprioritized workspace" is influenced by the "high-and-mighty schoolwork."

Well, now that I have a break, I think I'll clean my workspace. Cluttered items, See ya!

Friday, December 01, 2006


This evening, I ate a fresly baked chocolate chip cookie. Boy was it good. It was toasted prefectly and the chocolate seemed to melt in my mouth. Why are chocolate chip cookies sooooo good?

There are a few things about cookies that make them so good. Obviously, the first is that taste. Not much tastes better than a new cookie, fresk out of the oven. The soft chewy cookie sits war in your mouth as the chocolate rubs against your tastebuds. A cookie is a nice snack to eat whenever, wherever.

Another sense that is awakened is the memory. When you eat a chocolate chip cookie, memories of other times come back to you. The tastes and smeel remind you of when your grandma would make cookies, or when you had your first chocolate chip cookie. Hopefully, all these memories are happy for oneself, and when they are it warms the soul, and makes you happy.

This is why everyone loves a chocolate chip cookie.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Analytische Poging (Analytical Essay)

Time and time again, I hear excuses. Excuses about this, excuses about that. Most of the time, the excuse is "I'm too busy!" Why are people always busy? Why can't they just take a break?

A break always feels good, but people just have too much to do. This is one reason why people are always busy. They simply overbook themselves. Their schedule is crammed to every last minute of doing stuff. This classifies them as "busy." Others may think that they need to prepare for the future, so instead of booking their free time with a break, they book it with preparation. For example, a student has an extra opening in their school schedule. Instead of taking it for a free time, or something they'd like to do, they just cram another AP and/or Honors class, making them even busier.

People like to be doing things, because doing something is better than being bored. "Taking a break" doesn't mean sitting around doing nothing, but rather means doing something that you want to do, or, from the dictionary, "an interruption of uniformity." So many time, people get so caught up in their schedules, and forget to take a break. That's why I always plan breaks into my schedules. When taking this into account though, it cannot become a long break, and into the point of procrastination. That, my friend, is another story.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Driving Restrictions (Analytical Essay)

Finally, I get my drivers liscence!!!!! Everyone is excited for that time in their life when they can finally drive. There is but one little problem though: a certain law that is really inconvenient for me right now. It’s the law: Section 41-8-3. For those who don’t know it, it’s the law that states: “A person, whether resident or nonresident of this state, may not operate a motor vehicle upon any highway of this state with any passenger who is not an immediate family member of the driver. . .” This law only applies to those who are 16, and then for six months after that. In other words, I can’t drive anyone, (except my family) anywhere until April. Why? Why?!?!

I can see why this law was created, for the safety of drivers, especially those who just have received their driver’s license. More times than none, friends in the car distract the driver, and it causes an accident. The law is good because it prevents that from happening, and after six months, the driver has received enough experience to drive with others in the car. On the other hand, my friends all know better than to distract me while I’m driving, so this law make it a nuisance for me. It goes like this: “Finally, I get my drivers license, but I can’t help my friends out, because of this law. So to get us somewhere, it is still really inconvenient for someone else, because they have to drive us.” For example, one night after playing laser tag at the park, everyone was going home. I had my car there, but under this law, I wasn’t able to drive my friend home. That’s ridiculous, because he lives a block east of the park.

To put it in one sentence, the law is great in the fact that it prevents accidents, but it’s pointless and inconvenient for a defensive driver such as I.

Germany, Part II, 3 weeks later. . .

Hahaha! I'll try to write this as best as I can, I barley remember anything now. . . .

Anyways, where'd we let off. Ah, after dinner. . . So we went to bed and got up the next morning. Dad said we were going to Etteinheim, the town where he was born. It was Saturday morning, and the market was there. It was really neat to walk down the streets and see all the booths. They had everything. Dad and I ate a currywurst. It was delicious. I'm craving one right now. Anyways. . . We went to the graveyard there, and its really old. Ettinheim is really old. There is a building there dated 1464ish, I think. Really old. Then we went to the store, and bought tons of chocolate. . . I cant remember what we did after that. I think we went out to lunch, and then just hung out at home for the rest of the day. But yeah, we stayed up late that night talking about stuff, and then woke up the next morning and flew home. It was a long flight. Period. That's all. We came home and have been home for a while now. I still miss Germany though. Its really cool . . . . But yeah. I'm done now. . . . Bye

Friday, November 03, 2006

In Germany!!!!

Well, I'm going to start writing my Germany story here. I'm still here for a few days but the past two days have been very eventful.

It all starts out on Halloween. The day before that, we had found out that Oma (grandma) died. That's a long story in itself, which I don't wanna go into detail. So, anyways, my dad needed to come over to Germany for the funeral. Germans don't embalm their dead, so the funerals can't be held two weeks after a person dies. :) So, my dad orders 2 express tickets to Germany. One for him and one for my mom. Well, it turns out that my mums passport had expired, by 6 months. After calling ALL OVER, there was nothing we could do to get it 'unexpired'. Instead of wasting the outrageous amounts of money my dad spent on the ticket, we payed a little bit more to have the name on it changed to mine. So there I was, on Hallow's Eve, knowing the next day, I'd be flying to Germany.

I got some sleep, and woke up the next morning. After saxing our goodbyes, my dad and I left for the airport. Not much happened there, we had a lot of waiting. Although, Elizabeth Smart's mom sat next to me in the terminal. Dad didn't notify me until she left. :) We flew and flew, until we hit Newark, New Jersey. We were to get our connecting flight from there. We had a few hours though, so we ate at a steakhouse. They were pretty proud of their steaks. $48 for their most expensive one. I didn't get that one, but rather the 10 oz. Filet Minion, order to 'Medium Rare.' About 45 minutes later it finally came out. As I ate it, it got redder and redder, and it was raw when I got to the middle. I guess Medium Rare is different in New Jersey. I'd have to say though, that it was the best steak I've ever had in my life!! We then left and flew to Frankfurt. The flight was long, and that's all I'm gonna say.

We finally landed, and waited for about an hour for our luggage to come. Well, maybe not that long, but it seemed like it. After that, we went to our rent-a-car place and picked up the BMW that my dad rented. It was p-h-a-t PHAT! We threw everything in, and hit the autobahn. You have to realize, driving on the autobahn is so cool, especially with a native driver. I think on the drive to Kappel-Grafenhausen, we hit at least 170 MPH, it was something like 260 KPH. We even got a speeding ticket. Before we went to my dads house, we stopped in this trucker restrauant, and ate some really good quality German food. Once again, delish! Then we drove to his house.

Everyone was glad to see us, and we were glad to see them. My uncles Rik and Kai were there. Ben would come later that night and so would Marc. So we chilled at the house, and then went shopping in Frieburg for a new suit for Kai. He needed one for the funeral. Then they planned the funeral, while I talked on MSN 'till Midnight.

Today was different. This morning was really busy:getting ready for the funeral, playing with Rik's ugly cats, etc. Then we got dressed and went to the funeral. It was about an hour long, and there were tons of people there. More than the family expected too. I didn't really understand the talks, but somehow I got the gist of it. Then came time for the burial. But of course the casket had to be moved. I am honored to say that I was one of the bearers. I feel very lucky to be one, because it was my dad, his 4 brothers and me carrying it. We then placed her, and they (my uncles and dad) lowered her down. Its a lot harder to lower your own mother down, but I admire them for it. Everyone then proceeded to throw a flower in the hole, and take a little shovel and sprinkle a little bit of the burial dirt on the casket. That was sometime I'd never seen before, but I'll never forget it. Then a whole ton of people talked to me, and just said some things. Then we went out to dinner. The whole family was there. This is where is started to meet some of my cousins. I re-met little Anna and Lucas, who are so big now. But even more, I got to meet MiLou, and Little Nel. I played games with both of them, although Nel liked to talk more and play a lot more. I think it has to do with the fact that she is a bit older than MiLou. She looked really sad when we had to leave the restrauant and she had to go home.

So yeah, that's the story up to now. Well, the condensed story. It'd be A LOT longer had I told you everything. I'll write what happens tomorrow and Sunday later okay? Greetings from Germany!


Sunday, October 22, 2006

Saggio Analitico

Last week, we had our school band concert. It went well. . . Mostly. The Wind Symphony was great, but Jazz Band sounded terrible. Because we had our songs down perfect the day before in class, I want to know: Why did we totally butcher our songs at the concert?

I think one reason was that it was "the concert," with people listening to us. In the band room, we play for ourselves, and it isn't so nerve racking. We were also fully dressed in our Jazz Band uniforms, and in the auditorium, which also makes a huge difference in the way we sound and perform. It seems that when a person in uncertain with a scenario, they almost always mess something up in that scenario.

Another idea that comes to mind is the fact that many of us had already been playing for quite a long time. I had been playing my sax at the Music School, and those who are in it were at Marching Band. So, many of us were playing before the concert, then we get to the concert, and play more. The Jazz Band played last, which probably means that a lot of us were tired, and losing lip. Especially for brass players, because they lose lip faster than woodwinds.

Although we didn't do to well at the concert, the Jazz Band is sounding great, and we do plan on going to the State Festival this year! Come to our next concert, it may be better. :)

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

My ne wFavorite Commercial

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Sunday, October 15, 2006

Essai Analytique

Why are people so afraid of surgery? I bring this up because I go in to get my wisdom teeth pulled this week. I'm not too worried about it myself, because I've been through five other surgeries before, but that's another story. Everyone says I'm crazy because I'm not having an anesthesiologist come in to knock me out. Others say its a really bad surgery, which it can be, but mine won't be. The dentist said so. So once again, why do people insist that surgery is bad?

When talking to people, I've found out that they are just scared about surgery. Fear = bad, according to most people. A lot of people are scared of waking up during surgery, but do you think the doctor is really going to let that happen? The few cases of that happening are extremely rare, and it hardly happens. Others are scared about what they don't know. They have no clue what the doctor is going to be doing during the surgery, and on top of that, they usually don't trust the doctor doing their surgery, which sometimes includes putting your life into their hands. That doesn't help when they usually don't even know the guy.

Basically, most people associate surgery with bad because they are scared about it. They've heard all the freak stories of what has happened, but most of the time those cases are EXTREMELY rare and won't ever happen to you. The point being, I'm not scared to get my wisdom teeth pulled. I'm confident in my dentist, and I have been through plenty of surgeries before. I'm done now.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Why? Why? Why?

Mmmmk, first you have to go to this link and play this short little game, in order to understand my blog this week:

Ok, you played it right? If not, play it. . . Seriously, you need to in orders to understand. Okay, I'll just expect that you've played it now. With that, I'd assume that you are now addicted to this little toy. I was. My brother was. Even my cousin was. Why does this game appeal to so many, and why is it addicting?

I think it has to do with the fact that it is so simple. You draw a line, and he rides it. It brings back your own memories of sledding and how big some slopes were to you. The game is primarily black and white, except for his red scarf. This makes the game even simpler. In today's world, games are soo complicated. Instructions read: "Throw the dice, then move that number of spaces, pick a card, then depending on what type the card is, do what it says. Oh and yeah, by the way, there and 81 different types of cards!" Or like video game instruction, "Push the A-button, combined with an up-side-side combination to kick the enemy. If you accidentally push up-side-up, you will die!" Games are so complicated, that when this one comes up, its fun to play.

Another factor has to do with the fact that you are creating it. You draw the line, you control where he goes. People are generally more about themselves than others, so they enjoy making his track. Personally, I like to see the little guy go down a slope I just made.

So that's that, Line Rider is fun, because its simple, and made by you. Now don't spend too much time playing it. . . :D

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

The Music School

Today I had Saxified rehersal at the Music School. Pete was gone, so M.r Caleb Chapman, the owner of the school subbed for him. Caleb directs the Crescent Super Band, which is known to be the best band of its type in the WORLD. . . Anwyays, he told us their secret today. It is: Play the right thing Excatly perfect at the right time always. If you do that, no one can be better than you. Remember that! Once we applied that, we sounded REALLY good. Later tonight, I was waiting for mom to come pick me up and Caleb came up to me and told me I was doing a good job. I thanked him and told him he was awesome. He then returned the compliment. Caleb Chapman is AWEsome!

Sunday, October 01, 2006


Today, I'm going to be blunt with my "Why" question. Why do I always procrastinate my blog 'till Sunday? And on top of that Why does (probably) everyone else?

I think it has to do with time. We've already analyzed time, and how its all relative, but it seems that there is never enough time during the week to sit down and write this blog. The lives of Honors English students a s very busy with thought about other classes, extracurricular activities, work, etc. Sunday is "a day of rest" to some people, and so it gives plenty of time do sit down and type an analytical essay, along with doing other things. Some people believe that it is wrong to do homework on Sunday, but I don't, and especially in this case, because writing a blog isn't hard.

Another reason could be that you don't have a "why question" until Sunday. I think about my analytical blog every day of the week, but never really think of what I want to write it on 'till Sunday. Once again, it just takes time to think of what to write about.

It could also be because we procrastinate, and try to find other things to do, but then we finally do our blogs on Sunday because that's the day Mr. Rich checks them. Procrastination is a weird thing. According to Webster online dictionary, to procrastinate is to: "put off intentionally the doing of something that should be done." So yeah, take it for what its worth.

So when you ask the question, Why do I put off my blog, I guess the answer is time, and procrastination.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Homecoming Photos

The First photo is of my beautiful date and I, and the second was our Homecoming group!!

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Another Analytical Essay?

So, I'm sitting here Sunday evening, trying to think of what I need to do when I realize I still need to do that "pain-in-the-butt English Analysis Essay." Its not really the doing it that's a pain in the butt, but just the thinking of what to analyze, and getting started. Once you've got it down, it gets a lot funner. (Is that a word?) So, with that in mind, I'm going to ask it. . . Why does Mr. Rich make us write an analytical essay every week?

From what I know, Mr. Rich cares about his students, else he wouldn't be a teacher. I think he makes us do these for our own benefits. Plus, it helps us in several other areas. First of all, it helps us in our writing skills. Just like any other skill, writing takes practice, and if we're forced to write every week, our writing skills won't completely go down the toilet. Second, it keeps us thinking. Even though its a pain to think of a why question EVERY week, our brains don't turn to mush because of it. Secretly, I also think he is helping to prepare us for the AP English test, with the combination of my first and second reasons.

So, with that reasoning, when you have to write you essay every week, just think of it as Mr. Rich's ego saying, "I'm helping all these kids write better and keep their brains!"

G'morning Peeps!

So, anyways, I sit here writing this yawning, because I'm soooo tired. You see, last night was homecoming, and it was awesome!

My day started out with trying to get everything organized, and trying on Tuxedos at James' house. I found one I liked and then sat at home waiting for my ride to pick me up for the day date. Our date: Bike riding! We rode all the way from Vivian park (up Provo Canyon) to Utah Lake. Out total distance was about 20 miles. My dad's bicycle seat was exceedingly stiff, and my butt still hurts. After the bike ride, we then proceeded to McKay's house to cook dinner. I made Spatzle. It was hard work. The dinner was awesome though. 4 courses, consisting of really good Salsa, made by Randal. Then a green salad, and my part of dinner, followed by apple strudel made by Austin. I then proceeded to take a shower at McKay's house and got all dressed up.

Then we went to pick up our dates. I approached Bree's house, and rang her doorbell. Mom answers it. "Ummm, Hi is Bree there?" I inquire. "Hmmmm, nope, she left already. . . . No just kidding! She's here! C'mon in!" (Dad is standing right there in the background) I proceed up the stairs, and she is on the couch in a really pretty black dress, just being her pretty self. Mom wants to take photos, and I bring up the idea about the Corsages. "Oh yeah!" Mom and Dad say in unison. I have no problem putting the corsage on her wrist, but she needs Dad's help to pin on the guys flower. Dad ends up doing it. Hahaha! We take some photos, and then we're off to get the real photos.

At the school, everyone is looking great, and dressed up. I pull out my wallet and it becomes a lot lighter ($30 just for photos) Photos are taken, and I dunno how they turn out. . . .We'll see later. I hate the pose the stupid lady put me in. . . GRRR! We then get going to McKays house to eat the dinner.

Dinner is grand, everyone loves the Spatzle. After we eat, we drive down to Provo Towne Center (the mall) to where the dance is. We then dance the night away. 11:55 PM, I'm dropping Bree off, 5 minutes before I said we'd have her home. We are walking to her door, and I tell her how beautiful she looked tonight (because I forgot to when I first saw her. . . ) and she tells me I was handsome. We embrace on the doorstep, and she goes in. It was fantastic!

So yeah, that was my Homcoming day in a nutshell. As soon as I get the pics, I'll post 'em.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Looky here Mr. Rich!!

Time is a very strange thing. And currently, I don't like how time is running. You see, last week, the release date for the Nintendo Wii was announced. The date? November 19th. Now, you have to understand that while November 19th seems so close, yet is also so far away. The Wii is an AMAZING system. To put it so that Mr. Rich will understand, its like an Apple computer. This system will be the best one to hit the market in about 6 years. When compared to other systems, like the Playstation 3 and Xbox 360, the Wii beats them all, in overall package rating. It won't have the best graphics, but the user compatibility it so much easier. The paddle, which looks like a remote control, is all motion sensor, so when playing tennis, instead of pushing a button to hit the ball, you really swing the paddle to hit the ball.

Anyways, enough on that rant, my why question is: Why, when you are looking forward to something, sometime, does time seem to either fly, or slow down? The answer lies all in how you percieve time. Time is very strange, and when thought about is all really just relative. Its like Mr. Clark's clock. It reads: "Realitve time" and then "ish" is after all the numbers. So: 1ish, 2ish, 3ish, etc. But it's true, time is all relative. For example, when November 19th is said, you could look at it in a few ways. First, "Oh, that is soooo far away, its in 62 days!!!" or "Thats only in two months, and when compared to years, is not very long. At least we don't have to wait another year." So basically it's all how you are looking at it. When compared to a year, it eems shorter becuase a year is so long, where as days go by all the time, so it seems longer. As for me, I see it as a long time, and you can tell I'm eagerly awaiting it, becuase I have a countdown, down to the seconds on my computer. How much longer?!? Stupid time!

(To find out more about the Nintendo Wii, click here!)

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Analytical Essay für English, Nummer Eins

Since school has started, I've been reflecting on everything I did during the summer. That "everything" was pretty much working at scout camp. I know it sounds lame, or not fun, having to work up there ALL summer, with little pay, having to sleep in a tent every night, so why, anyways, do people even want to work up there??!?

Some staffers like the fact that its camping. When you are camping, you get out of the house and also out of chores. Plus, what could be better than living outside, in the mountains, all the time, breathing fresh air. Not a lot!

Although our pay isn't the best in the world, some of us are up there for FREE room and board. Yes, I did say free. Although for me, a teenager, that isn't a big deal yet, I'm sure it was for my parents. Instead of eating their food, I ate the camp food, and used camp water, supplies, etc., which saved money for my family.

Another consequence that comes with working at camp comes the opportunity to exercise ALL DAY LONG! When you wrestle with scouts, hike, and do tons of manual labor, you truly get exhausted. This "true exhaustion" makes for better sleep.

Then, most of us a up there for an even better reason. That reason is to be important in the life of a boy. On staff, there is a little idea that we read very often, written by a man named Forest Witcraft. It's called "Within My Power." This is how it goes:

"I am not a Very Important Man, as importance is commonly rated, I do not have great wealth, control a big business, or occupy a position of great honor or authority.

Yet I may someday mold destiny. For it is within my power to become the most important man in the world in the life of a boy. And every boy is a potential atom bomb in human history.

A humble citizen like myself might have been the Scoutmaster of a Troop in which an undersized unhappy Austrian lad by the name of Adolph might have found a joyous boyhood, full of the ideals of brotherhood, goodwill, and kindness. And the world would have been different.

A humble citizen like myself might have been the organizer of a Scout Troop in which a Russian boy called Joe might have learned the lessons of democratic cooperation.

These men would never have known that they had averted world tragedy, yet actually they would have been among the most important men who ever lived.

All about me are boys. They are the makers of history, the builders of tomorrow. If I can have some part in guiding them up the trails of Scouting, on to the high road of noble character and constructive citizenship, I may prove to be the most important man in their lives, the most important man in my community.

A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove. But the world may be different, because I was important in the life of a boy.

So, with that, there are several reasons why you would work at a scout camp. Personally, one of those is enough for me!

Friday, September 08, 2006


I MADE SAXIFIED!!!! Anyways, a few days ago, I tried out for the bands at the music school, (which are national award winning bands) and I made second Alto in their sax combo!!!! Their description of the band is :

"This driving bop ensemble features saxophones - and plenty of them. With a tight rhythm section for accomplices, this double sax quintet wails like you wouldn't believe. The award-winning group has frequently been hailed as Utah's best student combo."


Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Timp Hike!!

Yesterday, I hiked Mt. Timp with some friends. It was AWESOME!! Today, my legs are dead! Here are some photos:

Sunday, September 03, 2006


Well, I was just ordained a preist, in the Aaronic Preisthood of my church. Its freakin' awesome!!!

Saturday, September 02, 2006

My First Date

So yeah, last night was my first date! It was really fun. A group of us went to go see Enoch Train. My date and I even did our homework assignment together, which ended up being funner. We were to analyse and synthesize someone we didn't know, so we did the band as a whole. Anyways, It was awesome!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Well, I think I got it working

Have fun reading all this Mr. Rich. . . .

My blog wont update :(

So yeah, my blog wont update, so im trying to change the description thingy. . .

Sunday, June 11, 2006

What a Week!!!

So anyways, last week was pretty crazy and all. I went up to Camp and
on the second day we had a staffer go missing and had to call up search
and rescue! We also had to search camp. We eventually found him. Then,
becuase we used all Tuesday, we then had to work harder to catch up and
get camp ready. I leave again today, and the Scouts come up tomorrow.
Lets hope its a great week!!!

What a Week!

So anyways, last week was pretty crazy and all. I went up to Camp and on the second day we had a staffer go missing and had to call up search and rescue! We also had to search camp. We eventually found him. Then, becuase we used all Tuesday, we then had to work harder to catch up and get camp ready. I leave again today, and the Scouts come up tomorrow. Lets hope its a great week!!!

What a Week!

So anyways, last week was pretty crazy and all. I went up to Camp and on the second day we had a staffer go missing and had to call up search and rescue! We also had to search camp. We eventually found him. Then, becuase we used all Tuesday, we then had to work harder to catch up and get camp ready. I leave again today, and the Scouts come up tomorrow. Lets hope its a great week!!!

What a Week!

So anyways, last week was pretty crazy and all. I went up to Camp and on the second day we had a staffer go missing and had to call up search and rescue! We also had to search camp. We eventually found him. Then, becuase we used all Tuesday, we then had to work harder to catch up and get camp ready. I leave again today, and the Scouts come up tomorrow. Lets hope its a great week!!!

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Okay! I got it!

I think I've got it all figured out. . . . . . I'll be posting more later. . .

Ah ha!

I get it, you have to use's thing if you want to post a photo......


Lets try this:

Testing. . . once again

This is just a test to see if the photo stuff works:

This is Really Weird

So, Im trying to get everything all nice and neat. How does stuff look? I know, my blog is still kinda small. Oh well. (This is a test of the posting program that comes with Mozilla Firefox.....)

Today is the Day

I'm sooooo excited! I leave for Summer Camp today, and I just can't wait. I work there, on the Staff all summer and its a blast!!!!! There'll be tons more of camp on my Blog this summer....obviously.