Heather

my dog, lucy

heather — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 19:07:29 +0000

When I first saw Lucy, I was like, “hey check it out! there’s a dog over there!” Little did I know, this little dog was becoming my responsibility. The hardest part of taking care of my new dog, now called Lucy, was potty training her. Every day I would come home from school and find a new present waiting for me right inside the door. Eventually Lucy got the hang of the whole potty training thing and we moved on to basic obedience. She didn’t really understand why we were all yelling at her. After several weeks, we came to the conclusion that it was a lost cause and removed Lucy from puppy school. Lucy has lived an excellent life, even without knowing the basic obedience skills.

love, libby

heather — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 18:53:56 +0000

i dont know

i hate snow

i was like woaaaa

when i saw all the snow

you were like oh no

we have to go

the end

love

libby

Olivia

heather — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 19:10:38 +0000

So I’m sitting next to Olivia in computer lab 601 and I’m going to write a biography about her. Olivia was born on May 20, 1995. It was warm, sunny day in spring. By the time she was six, Olivia had won 1st place in six of her basketball tournaments. She had also completed her first novel My Dog, Lucy which one several awards and sold over a million copies worldwide. Around the time of her 10th birthday she was fluent in 12 languages, including English, Spanish, and French. On her 12th birthday she left her home to become a professional sky diver. After an unfortunate accident, Olivia was forced to retire. She will be spening the rest of her days at home, knitting sweaters to give to her many grandchildren and neighbors. She also takes care of her 20 cats and 5 birds.

Libby’s dogs christmas present!

heather — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 00:44:40 +0000

Um, libby just totally stole my idea for my next post so i’m going to write about the christmas present she’s getting for her dog . She bought one of those snuggies for dogs and she wrapped it and everything so she can give it to her puppy on christmas day. Libby said that she was going to write all about it after christmas because she wants it to be a surprise for the puppy just in case she decides to read her blog (even though dogs cant usually read so i’m not sure why she’ s worrying about that!) She said that it was only $5 which is weird because i always thought they’d be more expensive but apparently they aren’t. I really wonder what color she got, maybe she’ll tell me and then i can write a whole new post about it! How cool would that be?

Christmas!

heather — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 18:24:11 +0000

Every year on Christmas Eve my grandparents and sometimes my aunt and uncle come to my house to eat and spend time together. On Christmas day we go to my Pop’s house to take him out to eat because he’s really old and lives all by himself so he never drives anywhere but every day he walks around the neighborhood for the entire day and picks up change he finds on the side of the road. One time when we were at his house my sister and I counted how much change he had collected and he had $108. He used to walk 28 miles a day but now he walks like, 10 miles because he fishes in the river behind his house. You’re not supposed to eat more than two of the fish that you catch in the river a year because it’s so polluted that you’ll get really sick if you eat too many fish. One time Pop caught a fish that are usually really small and it was mutated so it was gigantic and ate shrimp and cookies and bread and stuff. He had to put water from the river in the fishtank because it couldn’t live in the cleaner water or it would die.

Bark

heather — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 01:34:02 +0000

“Bark, Bark, Bark!” exclaims Clio as she attempts to reach the joggers running along the bike trail behind our yard. She can’t reach them past the fence so she turn and runs another circle through the yard. She follows the path of dead grass that she’s created leading around the swing set that used to sit in the middle of the backyard. She begins to feel tired and goes to lay in the shady grass below the trampoline where the grass has grown so long that you can hardly see her white fur below the taller blades.

Rainy days are tough for Clio. Without the backyard to run in, she has nothing to do. She can often be found under my mom’s desk, waiting for something to happen. She eventually falls asleep and stays that way for most of the day. Once my sister and I come home she migrates to the family room to continue her prolonged nap while the rest of the family watches TV and reads. When it’s time to go to bed she is usually the first one up the stairs and has found her way to any spare article of clothing lying on the floor before anyone else even gets to the first step.

“Ding, ding, ding,” Clio’s bell rings for the fifth time today. When she realizes that she’s being ignored she strides over to the front of the TV to give us all a stern look. Once she feels she has gotten her message across, she returns to the front door yet again to ring the bell, waiting for someone to come assist her. As soon as someone makes a move towards the door, Clio dashes down the stairs, expecting her helper to follow. She waits by the glass door, barely able to contain herself. She can practically feel the soft grass under her paws and smell all of the wonderful scents that fill the air.

Kidergarten Reunion

heather — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 01:38:26 +0000

This weekend I went to my ten year kindergarten reunion. I went to a private Montessori school until fourth grade when I moved to a public school. My kindergarten/preschool teacher still works at my old school and her assistant teacher decided to organize the reunion for all of her graduated students. There were three other kids from my class there, including one of my friends who’s in some of my classes this year. We got to write notes for the teacher to read and decorate scrapbook pages for her. Everything seemed so much smaller than it did when we were little. While exploring the building we found all of the classes that we worked in during the three years we were there.

Jalapeno the Sea Monster and Gustav the Giraffe

heather — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 01:23:58 +0000

Last year in eighth grade we had to do a project where we made a blueprint of an imaginary house. Around my house I decided to put a mote with a sea monster in it. After much deliberation, my friend and I decided to name him Jalapeno. It took us a long time to come up with the name because there were so many names to choose from. After that Jalapeno became a legend.

Gustav was a giraffe that lived on the white board in Ms. E’s room. He was drawn on the board one day and he just stayed there until someone erased him. We had become so used to Gustav being on the board that once he was erased we just had to draw him again. He was on the board for most of the year. Now whenever we go to AGGE we make sure that he’s there for this year’s guitar students to enjoy.

heather — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 19:05:05 +0000

After waiting in line for almost an hour, my friends and I had finally made it onto the roller coaster. Then I began to have second thoughts.

Was the ride really as safe as they say it is?

What if something went wrong? I suddenly became very scared and wanted to get off the ride. But not wanting to disappoint my friendsI decided to stay. The car slowly started to inch forward. It seemed like forever as we slowly crept up the steep hill. When we finally reached the top I looked down but I could hardly see anything because we were so high off the ground.

We started quickly descending, it seemed like the tracks went straight down to the ground without any slope. I slid to the top of the seat, my shoulders pushing against the restraints like I was weightless. If the shoulder bars hadn’t been there to pull me down I would have just stayed floating at the top of the hill.

We finally reached the turn that waited at the bottom and after a long ride around the rest of the track the car slowed to a stop. I was very glad that I chose to stay on the ride but I’ll admit, I’m glad the line was too long to wait again.

Hello world!

heather — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 22:46:30 +0000

Welcome to inko.us. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start blogging!