I am still somewhat immobile. I asked Marsh for some ice cream and she brought me a bowl that was overflowing. Fortunately Sam joined me in bed and helped me out a bit. He has a little ice cream routine. When he is ready for a bite he says, "I open the door." Then opens his mouth and I shovel the ice cream in. When he is done savoring it he says, "That was tasty." There was so much ice cream that after a while he said, "You eat the rest Dad." I was flabberghasted. Sam was full! A sight never seen before.

Okay. I am SO SORRY that I am not blogging. Leah. I can't believe it. I am still thinking of what present to give you. I just wanted to bring that up because it has been a long time since you won that contest. I have something in mind. So I will email you for your address and then you will probably have the prize in a couple days......

Hass anybody answered that brain-teaser I gave you a couple blogs ago??????? It is a hard question but if you really start to think about it, it turns into a really easy question to answer.

So we just rented a DVD from the video store. Okay Okay.

I am going to make this paragraph as short as possible. Yesterday our dad got home from the hospital 4 something I cannot tell u. He has just finished a shower. His showers r long. 2 long. Not 2 mention my showers r long 2. he had 2 have surgery. now he is done. He is @ home now. He is not in the bathroom anymore. He is somewhere else.

I hoped you loked this blog so Goodbye and so long!!!!!

:)D

Dad is finally awake. He came back from the hospital yesterday but he was all drugged out. (He was awake but not completely functioning properly)

Its really cloudy. The weather man said that it was supposed to be sunny, but the weather man is wrong. I'm happy to inform you guys that my mood is no longer melancholy, because there is an abundance of food in the house now, and dad is home from the hospital. (In case any one of you were wondering everything I said in my last blog was true, but I wrote it to see how many people would believe it. I think Karen was the only one)

Mom is changing Sams diaper and Sam is complaining because mom won't put a diaper on him yet because he thinks his bum is clean (and it is) because mum is arguing "Well Sam, there is still poo on your balls" This is very funny to listen too and I hope you guys aren't offended by my use of the word balls.

P.s. AIMEE? WHERE ARE YOU AIMEE?????! Have you stopped reading our blog?

Yes I am ok and still alive. My little sickness was unfortunately misdiagnosed (twice) and so the saga ended (or hopefully has ended) with surgery. I am back home now and in less pain than I have been in this past couple of weeks. Though I do get this nasty fever that comes and goes. In a week or so when my wound has healed I should be as good as new. Not much energy at the moment though so I will sign off.

I know I've disappointed all you loyal blog readers. No posts since friday, how could I? I am a truly evil person, so evil that aimee hasn't entered anything in the guestbook in ages. I think she has stopped reading our blog. You have to be pretty evil to get someone to stop doing that! I write this with a heavy heart and I send my deepest apologies to anyone who feels they deserve them. I am trying to make this post as melancholy as possible. Dad is in the hospital, and their is no food in the house. (think, think for negative things) um... there is absolutely no way we are going to do the archives thing (which sucks, because I was looking foward to it) and the kids just came back from the park (that was very negative, and it means I have to stop blogging)

I know that I am biased, but I am very impressed with Katelyn, Dan and Sarah today. As part of their homeschooling we read a portion of the bible and discuss it. It has been a while since we have done this together as Marsha has been the one to do it as of late. I am really quite shocked at their insight tonight. For those of you who do not know, I spend much of my days reading, studying and teaching the bible to students at the university and for myself. I think it is a fantastic - blow your mind - kind of book. In fact it has completely changed my life. I often lament that people are unfamiliar with its contents. The discussion I had tonight with Katelyn, Dan and Sarah went pretty deep rather quickly and stayed there. It was a conversation I could have - and have had - with many adults.

While we were doing this Sam and Matt were on the loose because Marsha was out covering for me at an event because I am still sick. When Katelyn went downstairs after we were done she found Sam eating Marsha's ice cream (made from soy) which is one of the few joys in her life because of her limited diet. She brought him up to me and his hands and face were all the evidence I needed. After punishing him (mercifully) and cleaning him up I spoke with him about the ordeal. I realize now where the confusion comes in for him. I started by asking him why he ate the ice cream. He said amid tears, "Ice cream is SAMMY's!" (caps mean he yells). "No!" I replied firmly. "Ice Cream is mommy's." Sam said, "NO! Ice cream is SAMMY'S! I brought in from car!" It is true that he helps bring in the groceries so of course there in lies his confusion. From now on I will make sure he brings in things less desirable ... and maybe buy him his own ice cream.

Katelyn then made supper for us all. Spaghetti with a meat sauce. It was fantastic. Another reason why I am impressed with her. Now Dan is putting Matthew and Sam to bed. I can hear him telling them stories about SUPER BABY. This is also quite impressive, though I realize I may be out of a fathering job. Marsha even told me that he checked the air in our van tires today.

I went to band today, which was uneventful except when band ended and we were still playing, and then the grade nine class came in, and we were at a really loud part in the piece and they all went out of the room. I guess they couldn't stand to here us play! :)

I got my hair cut yesterday. As of a couple minutes ago it died, and now I doesn't look like it always does when you come out of the hairdressers. Now I always have to wear it up again. Oh well. It feels wonderful and light. I caught myself practically looking up because all the weight on my head is gone (or roughly a half pound, that's how thick my hair is.) The hairdresser was a type that is unique to Nova Scotia, and she had an accent, and I could just imagine her at her dinner table saying "there was this girl today, and I cut her sisters hair, and I thought it was thick, an' her mom was saying "wait til you see my other daughter" but I didn't believe her and Oh my *gosh her hair..." (It is kind of hard to accurately portray her, but most of the nova scotians will understand I think)

* not really gosh

Matt is sitting right here and he told me that he used to be a super hero. He retired when he was three. What was his super hero name? SUPER BABY. There was a helicopter with some people dropping bombs. And there a vandal and super baby snuck up on him and tapped him. The vandal did not see anything for quite some time. Super Baby did a double back flip and wacked him in the face. Another job well done. But then the vandal got up. So super baby vomitted on him and that did it.

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I didn't blog for more than 2 days! Okay Okay, I am blogging at the library where it is quiet. Today I had to clean out the van which is a bummer because the van is a absolute pigsty. Anyway, it is clean now and so that means I won't have to clean it for another 6 months or so, It looks really nice now, the rubber carpets are in place, the garbage on the floor of the vans is in the garbage, all the bottles and cups and mittens are in their proper place etc... Time to go now because I have to go home.

:)D

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I didn't blog yesterday. It was because I was going to blog, but we had to go out, and then I had to go to triple band (which was very good for some reason) and then I didn't really have time to blog because I got back at four and well you get the idea.

I'm going to get my hair cut today. This is a BIG event because I only get my hair cut 2 or 3 times a year. The last time I got my hair cut by a hairdresser was about a year ago, and my last haircut was in September. I'm very drastic about my hair. My ends are atrocious, when they are in my hair too long they turn white. AND I don't get split ends, but the other day I found the first one ever in my hair. Not all my hair turns white just some, so it doesn't look white, but it looks very very unhealthy when you look closely. This is my first hair cut this year.

Well today I am sick. Amazingly I am getting a lot of work done while in bed. I am fine as long as I don't have to move about too much. Marsha was out with the kids and brought me a Coffee Crisp. It was a sweet gesture. Later Matt joined me in bed and asked for a date. I told him I was sick. Then I remembered the Coffee Crisp. I openned it and gave him a bite and then I took one. He was only half done chewing when he said it was his turn to have another bite. TURNS? HOW DID HE FIGURE WE WERE TAKING TURNS? It was my chocolate bar!! Anyways, we took turns finishing the bar.

In reference to Mom's blog, I think that taking in the groceries is a fun activity and it always gives me some exersise. Also I do not hand Sammy groceries, he carefully takes them in himself. I once tried to get him to carry a big bottle of cranberry juice but he was straining just to get it out of the car. He finally gave up and took a box of tea bags instead. Oh and by the way I didn't know Mom hated getting the groceries.

About 30 minutes ago Sammy went through a rage of poops. He pooped a number of times in the toilet, even though he is still in diapers. So the day gone by nice, I just suffered the Math torture Chamber. It was sort of easy. I tried to listen to music while doing my math but Mom didn't want me to do that. So I didn't.

About the Subway thing. When I was 6 years old I was told not to try to drink from the pop taps by a person that worked at Subway. But when she wasn't looking I dared her to put her head under the taps so that she was in danger of getting pop on her head. She didn't want to so I showed her that there was nothing to worry about and I put my head under the tap. Unfortunatly My head went a little to far and I got sprayed on the head with Coke. I had a bath after I got home.

I have to teach Sammy that underwear is better than diapers so GoodBye!!!!!

:)D

Last night I babysat, and it was the worst experience I've ever had babysitting. I won't go into details, because I would just be contradicted but I had to call dad right in the middle of the bible study he was at, and I was really embarrassed, and Dad told me I shouldn't have called and now I feel really bad.

I feel very tired today, but I'm not sure why. I got my normal amount of sleep so...

Today is the first day we go to the library again, and I am kind of exited, kind of ticked off that I have to do school again. Its kind of a mixture between the two.

Lately Sam has been potty training. I don't know why he does this, but he keeps saying "I make smoke stack" when he poos. I don't know what he means by this. Does it mean he is obsessed with smokestacks? Is it poo related, or is it a part of his whole life. Does he mean he is going to make a smokestack out of his poo? I don't know. It is one of the greater mystery's.

Well hello. Last night I babysat, and it was the worst experiance I've ever had babysitting. I won't go into details, because I would just be contradicted but I had to call dad right in the middle of the bible study he was at, and I was really embarrassed, and Dad told me I shouldn't have called and now I feel really bad.

I feel very tired today, but I'm not sure why. I got my normal amount of sleep so...

Today is the first day we go to the library again, and I am kind of exited, kind of ticked off that I have to do school again. Its kind of a mixture between the two.

Lately sam has been potty training. I don't know why he does this, but he keeps saying "I make smoke stack" when he poos. I don't know what he means by this. Does it mean he is obsessed with smokestacks? Is it poo related, or is it a part of his whole life. Does he mean he is going to make a smokestack out of his poo? I don't know. It is one of the greater mysterys.

While Katelyn & Ron were off skiing on Saturday I had a full day to fill with exciting activities to offset grumpy children who didn't get to go skiing. The highlight of our day was a trip to subway for lunch. This is the best bargain in town, folks. For $13.06 I was able to feed 4 kids a half sub each, leaving them in a blissful state murmuring things like "you are the best mommy in the world". To be honest, I'm not sure Subway really likes us. While Dan & I were ordering I heard the Subway Nazi yell "don't walk on the chairs". I turned around to see Sammy using the chairs as a stepping stone to get to the window ledge. Then, while eating their subs I marveled at how much mess little children could make with just half a sub each to make it with. I bet it took them 15 minutes to wipe down the table and chairs and sweep up the mess on the floor. Subway's distaste for our family started many years ago, perhaps even before all the Pirates were born. On a Subway trip with Grandma, Dan, then 6, took up the dare from Katelyn to put his head under the pop machine for a drank sans cup. Grandma was unaware of the sinister plot going on right under her nose until she heard the Subway Nazi screaming "Get your head out from underneath the pop machine!!" I was sick today even though it was supposed to be my day off. I had some sort of weird muscle problem where all the muscles around my middle (like above my waste hurt) - both in my back and stomach. After wallowing in self-pity and thinking of possible diagnoses until around 2 pm it suddenly occurred to me that I could ask God to make me feel better. About 15 minutes later I felt well enough to make my weekly hated trip to the grocery store. This was a case of absolute desperation - even the "we'll eat it if there is nothing else" foods had been eaten up. As is our tradition, the kids bring in and put away the groceries. (The thought of this always makes me grin as I pay for the groceries - my part of this hated job is done for yet another week)The older kids do this job willingly but without excitement. Sammy on the other hand delights in taking part in this activity. Dan hands him single items and he brings them in with great fanfare saying things like "Mama, this is frozen raspberries! Put them in the freezer".

Well, today is the first day of school again. I can't exactly say I'm happy, but during march break sometimes I was bored so I don't really hate school unless it's really really hard. I did a science experiment, which was really chemistry, and had to do with toilet bowl cleaner (because of the hydrocloric acid in it, not because the science experiment was to clean the toilet) and purple red cabbage water (you boil water with red cabbage leaves in it, and it turns blue or purple depending how long you boil it for). then I added the toilet bowl cleaner, and it turned red, even though the toilet bowl cleaner was blue. That is my facinating life.

I'm not nearly as sore as I was yesterday, but I'm still a little bit sore from skiing. I don't really want to think what sking on a bigger hill would be like (the one we went to was very very small). I would be scared out of my wits. Of course I was scared out of my wits at the top of that hill so really either way it doesn't matter because I'm going to fall anyway.

I don't think I have any other news. I'll sign off for now

Here I come!!!
So today is the start of school again and I am really ticked off because it was so fun I would not want it to end. Math Torture Chamber started off easy then went from fun to boring. I have so many mathbooks that I will be doing math until I am in grade nine, and then Mom will be ordering another bunch. I can't wait until I am in grade nine. Katelyn is buzzing over my head rolling dice and shouting HURRY UP AND BLOG!!!!!!!! It is driving me nuts!!!!! Yesterday I was talking to a person at church about waterskiing. He said we would go waterskiing in May. I can't wait. Dad is in his office doing something. I am blogging in moms office. My shower day is tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait!!!!!!!!!! Okay.

It is time I leave now, Sorry for the short blog!!

:(D
P.S. I am sad because the school has started.

I have forgotten how fun skiing is. Katelyn did a superb job though she would have you believe different. She is a Nancy Greene/Melanie Turgeon in the making. Helping Katelyn brought back memories of when I was learning how to ski. Struggling to get up with these trees attached to your feet. You feel like a dying fish flapping on a dock hoping that you next voluntary muscle spasm will randomly hurdle you back into the water. The first day is always the toughest, but I voted her the most improved skiier on the hill for the day. She never even fell off the T bar - a must for first timers.

Matthew was glad that I was home today. His low for the day was that I was gone for his bed-time routine on Friday and Saturday so he missed his episodes of "SUPER AMBULANCE DRIVER (SAD) - That's me" stories. So I told him a few tonight to ease his withdrawal. I am afraid that I am going to have to terminate SAD because it is hard to make them exciting. Super Fire Fighter was easier. I am going to have to come up with something better. Why did I ever kill Super Fire Fighter? Never act on impulse - let that be a lesson. Give me some ideas folks.

Why does it always rain on Sunday afternoons? Consequently I have a small headache, but only a small one, and its definitely helped along by the fact that I am bored. Anyhow I do have some positive news...

Yesterday me and dad went downhill skiing. We went for the whole day, and I must have fell down abut 50 times, even on the bunny hill attempting to do snowplough, but eventually I could make it down the bunny hill, and then I tackled their green circle hill, and by the end of the day I could make it down doing snowplough all the way, and I tried doing the blue square hills too, and I could do it at the end so that I only fell twice, and I could ski across the ski hill to slow myself down, so you could say I improved a lot. Of course I could only do the thing when I only fell twice after they had ploughed it. Before they did it was ice in the middle, which made it very hard to do snowplough. I did a couple spectacular falls, in one I fell head first, slid halfway down the steep part of the hill that I was on, and then spun 180 degrees and sprayed snow everywhere. Also on more than a few occasions my ski came off, and it was a good thing too, because if it hadn't I would have broken my leg. At the end I was very sore, but that is nothing compared to what I am feeling now. Every time I stretch, or change positions I am basically feeling 20 or 30 times what I would normally feel. Even my fingers hurt when I bend them.

Here is a blog. Oh and I am so sorry that I couldn't blog last night because Nathan got to stay at our house longer and My bedtime came right after he left. Anyway it was really fun to have him over because He always has some suggestions of what to do when there is nothing to do. We went outside for an hour. Once we only had to stay outside for 2 more minutes we ran all over the place to make the time go by faster. We had recently been reading Spongebob Squarepants Chapter books. Although I have seen most of them I love to read them again and again. I have also been reading Science books and History books but the History books are not as good as the Science. A couple weeks ago we went to church and after the singing and the prayer we do the children's story which is when every kid there goes to the front of the church and listens to a story. Well here is a story that one of the people told us. He was asking us what God does to help us and some of the other kids said some normal things like beating other teams at hockey etc...... Anyway When it was Matthew's turn he said rather loudly: "Canada beating America in the war of 1812" Everybody in the church cracked up. You mostly hear laughing after Matthew says anything at the Children's story.

I am really happy right now. Did you hear me? HAPPY!!!!!!!! H-A-P-P-Y!!!!!! Okay, okay. I am really happy because Mom said that I could have a shower on Tuesday as well as Friday. That is why I am happy...... I must go now because it is my bedtime.

:)D

This is Sarah speaking. Today I worked on my reading. I am learning about the sounds "th" (which I already knew) and "ng". In the middle of my work Sammy came up to mom (who was sitting with me) and asked her to draw Patrick. Then he asked me to draw Squidword, SpongeBob and Gary. These are all from a cartoon called SpongeBob SquarePants. Patrick is a silly starfish. He isn't very smart. Squidword is a squid. He is mean to Patrick and SpongeBob because they are too silly and always bother him. Gary is a snail. He has an exercise wheel. Here is the theme song of Sponge Bob

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
Sponge Bob Square Pants (said excitedly)
absorbent and yellow and porous is he
Sponge Bob Square Pants (excitedly)
If nautical nonsense be something you wish
Sponge Bob Square Pants (excitedly)
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish

Chorus
SpongeBob Square Pants (repeated ad nauseum until you are out of breath - editor's note)

Yesterday Dan's friend Nathan came over. Mom made us go outside and then when we came in she said we hadn't been outside for 30 minutes. So we had to stay out there for another 30 minutes. It was really boring. I can't even tell you what we did when we were outside because it is too boring to put in the blog. If you read it, it would make you fall asleep. We almost fell asleep when we were out there.

This afternoon Katelyn, Dan & I are going to go the library for a March Break program. We are going to see some snakes, turtles and other reptiles. I am wondering if the snakes are going to be real? Will they be in boxes or will they let them loose in the room? You could just be sitting there and a snake could slither up on your back! That would be scary. I do know that if they let them loose there would be a lot of snake charmers. I think the head librarian Cindy would scream if the snakes were let loose. Kendall librarian would be fine with it. Randy librarian would try to be calm for the kids sake but she would be scared inside. Marlene librarian would probably use the puppets to help her charm the snakes.

Well I have to go now and get ready for the Library.


Yellow

The first thing I'm going to tell you is that we have someone from newfoundland that checked our blog. We are really getting a lot of traffic. We're just got past 3/4 of the way to 1000 people to visit our blog.

Dan has a friend over, and he was in a commercial (it airs april 1st on atv, he's the little short guy with red hair who says "DAD THE TOILETS OVERFLOWING AGAIN") So we've been teasing him, and pretending he's a movie star, offering him tidbits and fanning him, and joking that we thought he was late because he was purchasing a leather jacket and designer sunglasses, or that his agent just called him on his cell phone etc. Its pretty funny, because dan even tried to pick him up to take him upstairs. They're not doing it too much anymore though because they are playing with the walkie talkies.

I AM BLOGGING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, okay. My friend is coming over really soon so I am ready to hear the doorbell ring. The reason I love friends coming over is because they are always so fun!! This is going to be a short blog and I will do a bigger one later on. I am blogging in moms office and as most of you know I love doing that. We just had eggs for lunch so I am going through a rage of burps. He should be here any minute now. I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that I coudn't blog earlier in the days. It is getting so much more hard to do it because of all the things that we have to do. Anyway I have to go now

:)D

As suggested in our guestbook I told Matt a story tonight about "SUPER GRASSHOPPER - that's me!" The questions came right away. Was this TRUE? How could I be a grasshopper? I had to correct him on that one - I was not JUST any old grasshopper, I was SUPER GRASSHOPPER!! Still he persisted. When I have no answer I just say, "would you like me to get on with the story or not?" That usually does it. So life as a grasshopper was good until I began tiring of leaves and bugs (what do grasshoppers eat anyway). I started to get hungry (this is the short version of the story). I started to crave fried grasshopper. So being a super grasshopper I lit a fire, fried myself and ate myself. I was delicious. Matt was confused, but he did seem to enjoy the twist at the end. Then I told him a couple of stories about "SUPER AMBULANCE DRIVER - that's me!" He seemed pleased that Super Ambulance Driver made it through two stories alive so we can continue the series tomorrow night.

Sam has still not stopped talking.

Marsh and I snuck out tonight to see a movie. I think it was called Spartan. Movie 6/10. Company 10/10. Weather 0/10. Roll up the rim a big fat nothing again but the coffee was good. All in all a pleasant night.

Well, we have a couple new readers. I checked where all the readers were coming from yesterday, and now we don't only have someone from the university of Illinois, we also have someone from the university of houston. Also we had someone that was using a google page server thing, and ever since they visited us our blog has started to come up on google. Last week you could type in abarbablog, and it wouldn't come up with anything. Now it comes up with everthing, including platinum blonde etc. I'm just wondering who these people are? Would you like to indentify yourself? (I'm not really concerned about the google people, but university of houston? University of Illinois?)

Looks like my kids are being seen and not heard. No blogs from them today. Only they are being heard here. Something happened to Sam yesterday. He begun talking non-stop at about 4:00pm and has only stopped to sleep. Today he had verbal diarrhea until I put him to bed. It is weird experiencing such sudden changes in your kids. Marsha says he was really happy today. He and Sarah turned the water on in our back yard and it stayed on for two hours. Can't wait to get my water bill!

When I put Matthew to bed last night I killed super fire fighter out of spite because he was making me tell him a story when I was tired. That decision backfired tonight. Fortunately I managed to stall but I now have to create a new true character that he thinks is me. Maybe, super ambulance driver - he likes ambulances. If you have some ideas just put them in the guestbook. He can't read too well so he'll never find out. He was still confused about the fire fighter thing. I wonder when he will figure it out?

Had a whole day with the pirates and I am beat. They seemed rather rambunctious today. Of course, Marsha does this almost every day so you can imagine what kind of strength she has.

I've been telling Matt bedtime stories about "super fire fighter" and he thinks they are all true. Of course I am super fire fighter. I end all my stories by saving everyone and putting out the fire. Then everyone throws a big party for me and tells me how wonderful I am. But I always say, "Aw, it was nothin' - just doing my job." Tonight I was so tired I asked for a break and of course he would not let me have one. He insisted that I tell him one. So I did. In this one though, I let super fire fighter die to save people in a nuclear sub. This confused him as I was still alive to tell the story. He kept asking me if I was telling the truth. Did super fire fighter really die. I kept insisting that he did in fact die. I ended the story with a celebration party to honor super fire fighter. When the people began chanting, "super fire fighter you're the best" I told Matt that I said, "Aw, it was nothin' - just doing my job." He got really confused. He kept asking questions to try and make sense of how I could be alive and dead at the same time. It was fun to see him frustrated for a change.

I am so mad at my brother!!!! That song is under copyright and he had no written, or any other permission to put it on the blog. He is being charged a 5 dollar fine, and all you people out there who read it are being charged 1 dollar (because it isn't really your fault) He also missed a huge part of the song. I'll post the rest later for your benefit. (you don't really have to pay, but Dan does.)

The other day I went to a sleepover and we stayed up till 2, and I was really tired. Now I'm ok, because it was Friday-Saturday, and now its Monday. But I was SO tired on Saturday. I went to bed at 8:00.

Its moms day off, which means that I have to clean the bathrooms, and clean my room and put away my laundry. And they say that today is the first day of march break.

Last night I fixed my flute using primitive materials, a bottle of nail polish and one of my fingernails. The lady at music stop told me to used nail polish, and I was supposed to use a fine screwdriver to get the problem screw out, but I just used my nail, and now the screw doesn't unscrew itself and my key seals like its supposed to. Yay.

Okay, Okay, Okay.
I am feeling very nice. It is March break and it is a monday! You must know why I call myself a beaver sometimes. The answer is

A) My 2 front teeth are very big and long.

B) I have a tail like a beaver.

C) I love chewing on sticks

Answer: A. My teeth are so long that nobody can hide their snickering. Katelyn started singing Oh beaverda, which is a parody of Oh Canada. Here it goes

Oh beaverda
Our home and native animal
true patriot love
and all our teeth command
God keep our teeth
glorius and long
Oh beaverda we stand on guard for teeth
Oh beaverda we stand on guard for teeth!

So my dear wife cannot think of an embarrassing story of me. Well the one I remember most involved her and her friend Mary. It was a practical joke and I have to admit they got me GOOD. For those of you who do not know me I appear quite confident (or I used to before trying to raise kids anyway). I also have this bad habit of picking up facts or making connections and never really checking them out. These two things combined can be disastrous if I am dead wrong about something but feel confident. So here's the story ...

Scott's sister (who Marsha mentions below) was pregnant with twins. Somewhere I picked up incorrectly that diabetes is a problem for kids who are twins. So when Marsha told me that Scott's sister was diagnosed with twins I expressed some concern over the diabetes thing. Marsha had never heard of this and questioned me about it in depth to which I am sure I had some fine sounding argument. I think we even made a bet, but never really checked it out. Several weeks later we were visiting her friend Mary who happens to be a nurse and also knows Scott. At some point the conversation moved seamlessly to Scott's sister and Marsha casually mentioned that she was having twins. Mary looked concerned and said that she hopes the kids turn out ok because there is a high risk of diabetes. I looked at Marsha. She looked at me in shock. Yes - I was right!! I began this little dance I do when I am right. It's my I am right dance. Unfortunately I did not even make it to my main moves before I realized I'D BEEN HAD because Marsha and Mary were rolling on the floor in laughter. I was wrong. Dead wrong. And dead embarrassed.

Ahhh ... I knew it had to come out about my embarassing lack of understanding of physics (which of course I confessed to my faithful blog readers at least a month ago. The funny thing is I felt very guilty about this incident. And I'm pretty sure Kathy continues to blame me as I had not held on tight enough to the piece of glass. It was a few years later that I felt redeemed as I heard my friend Scott (who had been around at the time of the incident) tell Ron who I had just started dating. (Imagine two grown men in ratty t-shirts and jeans literally rolling on the ground in laughter - you get the picture.) I had never understood why Scott thought this was so funny & had been too ashamed of the incident to ask. But, alas, they explained the laws of physics to me in laymen's terms that day which was very enlightening and also absolved me of all feelings of guilt.

Today we are having our 'family day' which we try to do on Saturdays - kind of a day to rest which we find always worthwhile & rejuvenating - and we miss it if we have to skip it for some reason. So the kids watched (& thoroughly enjoyed) Gilligan's Island on DVD. We drank a lot of tea and sat around talking and reading to the kids and snuggling with them. Tonight for dinner I made burgers, fries and salad - every kids dream. Sammy gets very excited about it but can't actually figure out the bun thing so in the end I had to cut up his burger in little pieces. Now Ron is making sea trout and salad for us and then we are going to watch a movie. It is such a nice break from the running around life of the other 6 days. I am thinking and thinking of what embarrassing story to tell about Ron but am coming up blank. One of the problems is that Ron doesn't really get embarrassed easily. When Danny was 3 we were swimming at a little outdoor wading pool that had lifeguards. We went there everyday in the summer that we could so we were on a first-name basis with the guards. Danny came to me one day with a grin on his face and proudly told me, "I pooped in the pool". After visually confirming the story, I told the lifeguards, the pool was evacuated, the poo removed (with much eweing from the lifeguard) and the water re-chlorinated. This is a 30 minute procedure. I was mortified and stayed away from the pool for at least 2 days. Of course, when I told Ron this story he said that wouldn't embarrass him at all. The only good thing about this incident is that a) it is funny to tell and b) it reminds me of a bad 80s movie starring Bill Murray (maybe called Meatballs) where they find a poo at the bottom of the pool and as the lifeguard goes down to investigate they play the Jaws themesong. It turns out to be a Mr. Big chocolate bar and the lifeguard brings it to the surface and eats it (grossing out everyone watching who think it is a poo). Well must go eat my gourmet supper. I love it when Ron (or anybody really) cooks supper for me. Cheers

Marsha promised Melanie an embarrassing story ... so I thought I would oblige by telling one about Marsha. I am sure she will reciprocate so I do not feel too bad.

The one memory that stands out to me happened before we got married. Marsha and a friend Kathy were driving down the 400 not too far from Toronto (in Kathy's car). As they were moving at about 120 km/h it started to rain which was a problem because the sun roof was not on (it was one of those removable ones). So they decided to put it on. Did I mention that the car was moving at 120 km/h? Now for those of you who missed Hurricane Juan, 120 km/h winds is about what caused all the damage in and around Halifax. So you can imagine what happened when they stuck the glass sun roof through the hole out into the open air. Fortunately no one got hurt as the glass hurdled through the air and crashed on the highway behind them. Marsha asserts that this was a totally understandable error in judgment and not really an embarrassing story as she was never good at physics. I just think it is a riot. I'm glad I wasn't in the car to stop them.

I got up early this morning because I have lots to do for the day. Matt was already up to greet me in the bathroom. He looked in the tub and there was what looked like a toxic spill of something. He said, "Dad! We have a problem!!" and was pointing at the goo in the tub. It turns out the mess was shampoo that I can only guess was Sam's handiwork. Later Matt came in my office with his hair all spiked. I asked him what he did to his hair and he said, "It's so bullies won't get us." He did look frightening - well frightingly cute! I took a few pictures which I will post shortly.

Sam waltzed in later with his cowboy swagger. He said, "Dad, can you change my diaper?" I felt horrible. There seems to be a lot of alarms going off lately. I even got an e-mail from a concerned fan that said, "I think Dan should be allowed more than one shower a week!!!"

Welcome to another wonderful day in the abarbanel household.

I'll start as soon as I woke up today.

I opened my eyes and it was 8:59. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but today is friday, and on friday I have band at 9:10, and it takes me 20 minutes to walk there and well you get the picture. At least I have to take my flute in and almost nobody would be there because they would all be in florida tanning on a sunny beach already, but still I was mad because my alarm didn't work because the power went out yesterday, and I set my alarm to go off, but it was reset so it didn't work. I didn't go.

Dan is very happy right now, because it is his weekly shower day. But this morning he was in a grouchy mood. Mom had thrown out all his pants except for one pair (dark blue filthy trackpants) because none of them actually fit them. Everytime he bent over his fly came down. This has been going on for months. Anyway dan was walking around slamming things, and being in an otherwise grouchy mood. Its kind of comical though because his pants have been too small for him for at least a month, and he never sounded the alarm. So now he is stuck with a filthy pair of trackpants. I wonder what he will wear when we go to the museum of natural history this afternoon...

Alright here I am.

I'm at the library, and its raining outside but mom is going to pick us up. Here are my news items.

1. I have a headache

2. Its because it is cloudy

3. Yesterday was opposite sex day at my school

4. My flute is broken

Here are the articles

1. My headache. I usually get headaches when it is cloudy outside and I am inside. I don't know why this happens, but it does and its very annoying.

2. see #1

3. This was very funny. Despite the awful name all it meant was that everyone had to dress up as the opposite sex. One of the girls had these pants on, and it was a very good thing that she had something underneath them because she had to walk with her legs as far apart as possible to keep the up. Even so they fell down. Not everyone dressed up so I didn't feel out of place. The guys were disturbing in their dress. they must have said to their moms "Ok mom, give me all the clothes you haven't worn in ten years." One of them wore this mildewey looking ugly blue hawaiian skirt, and wore a bra, and he stuffed it with paper towel. It was very disturbing to look at the guys dressed up as girls. The girls dressed up as guys were really funny though.

4. MY FLUTE IS BROKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! The F# (that kinda looks like a sharp) screw keeps unscrewing so the key won't seal, and so the note sounds airy. I have to take it in to get repaired. I think they are going to have to put a new screw in.

Does anyone know of an emoticon for headache??

Vroommm. Another blog taking off. It was a deadly day in Abarbaville. Tax time - need I say more?

I was thinking that one day we can take all this blogging that we are doing and turn it into a blook. We could even include a problog and an epiblog. I wonder if it would catch on?

There is a buzz around the university about Mel Gibson's "The Passion of the Christ". I sat at a table today that was promoting a discussion which took place this evening. I found it interesting how people either loved it or hated it with not too much in between. Some people were even hostile. A few Jewish people came up and asked me why I would promote discussion about such a violent anti-semetic film. I replied that I did not find it any more violent than "Lord of the Rings" though I conceded that it was violence of a different sort. Then they asked me if I thought it was anti-semetic. I told them that I was Jewish and that I thought it was a reasonable rendition of a historical story and not anti-semetic at all. To which they just stared at me in disbelief and said, "I don't get it!" What they did not get is why a Jew would go see it, why a Jew could think it was good and why a Jew would promote discussion about it. It was weird. I don't get what they don't get. It was like Jewish peer pressure to hate something because that's what Jews are supposed to hate. Of course they had not seen it. I wouldn't mind it if someone watched it and genuinely hated it - at least it would be their own opinion and not someone elses.

Choo-Choo there is a blog arriving at the station. I have had a pretty good day so I will blog. I had to babysit the kids today while dad was in his office doing some work and Mom was at the store. We had Crumpets with Jam for lunch and I think I have a liking for Crumpets. I also had a cup of tea. Okay Okay lets not get into the English stuff too much. Anyway the afternoon was boring, infact so boring that I curled up on the floor of the basement and started to fall asleep. Then after that I played on the computer. Matt has a liking with me playing some games on the Internet so I played on the Internet a bit to. We just rented Jumangi and Snow Dogs. The kids (including me) are watching them alot and we still havn't watched Snow dogs yet. Do you guys have any clue about my question????????? Remember sign the guestbook if you think you have the correct answer!!!!!!!!

Sarah is over at her friends house and the kids are in bed and Dad is at work so that leaves me Mom and Katelyn. Sometime in March break I will go over to my friends house. I already called him so now probably for sure I will see him this fornight, (2 weeks). So now I have decided not to do ~D anymore but I will do :(D if I am sad and :)D if I am happy!

:)D

The producers and directors of abarbablog would like to issue a formal apology to whoever is checking our blog from Chicago. Please note that their university is called the university of Illinois and NOT the university of Chicago.

very sorry for the inconvenience

~The Management

I just have a quick little note.

I was reading our site stats, and they track all the servers that you guys check our blog from, and one person is checking from chicago. I'm pretty sure we don't know anyone in chicago, so it is a sign that our blog is gaining in popularity. Of course there is a chance that one of our canadian friends is in the university of chicago, but who would be studying there??? Do you want to identify yourself??

So sorry there was no blog from me yesterday.

Anyway here is all of my news.

1. Today is wednesday

2. Tomorrow is Thursday

3. The next day is friday

4. We didn't get any mail today

5. I have to go to school

6. There was a snowplough and he shaved the snowbanks all the way to the curb

7. I didn't wake up until 10 this morning

Ok i'll study each of those in depth

1. I can't really say much about this one. On wednesdays I don't go to the library to study like I normally do.

2. I can't really say much about this one either, on thursdays I do go to the library to study geography with all the reference materials they have there. I used to do a writing program but it was stupid and dan told mom that it was stupid so now I have to write in the blog 5 times a week so I don't have to do that stupid book

3. Again, not much that can be said. I go to school really early on fridar (like I have to get going at 8:50, way too early for me =) Then I go to the library, and then I come home.

4. Ah yes, we didn't get any mail today. We watched the mail man go by, and thought maybe he had to go to his truck to get more mail, or he had a big heavy parcel for us etc. etc.

5. I have to go to school today for triple band, which goes from draining to very draining depending on various factors, like how much we get done (no breath, very draining) or how much trouble we have (very draining, because its very annoying) Right in the middle is the best.

6. The snowplough. Ever since the GARGANTUAN storm we had, we have had snowbanks. Not just any snowbanks though. Snowbanks that extended close to 2 or 3 feet from the curb. The day after the storm our neighbours were telling us to not shovel the part that was on the road because the ploughs would come and get it soon. The next day they were out like the rest of us. Then today, 11 days until spring it finally came. AND DEPOSITIED HUGE BOULDERS OF SNOW ON THEIR DRIVEWAY. Me and mom thought this was very funny, and kind of not really contemplated taking all the boulders in the other people from that side of the streets driveway and piling them onto mike and donnas. Then the plow came and plowed it out though, so even play ideas were crushed.

7. I didn't wake up until 10 this morning. I don't know why, but everytime I sleep in, so like every day almost, my inner clock or SOMETHING says ok katelyn its ten o'clock, you can't sleep any more. Sometimes I get up before that like at 9:30, but I NEVER sleep past 10. The first time I open my eyes is not at 10:03, its at 10:00, or sometimes 9:59 or 10:01. Very weird.

OK all you Abarbablog fans out there. I am going to set up a section on our blog just so that we can keep track of you all. Can you e-mail me a picture of yourself and a little write-up that we may or may not embellish to our liking. When I get a few I will go to work.

So Mom and and the 3 younger kids are at the library for a program and I am stuck in the boring life with Katelyn. I just recently got some recordable tapes but I need a microphone for the recording. My stereo has got a recording button but not a microphone, which is pretty stupid. Anyway mom has a stereo with a mic but the cassete is broken so if I try to record anything, the tempo of the sound will go really high and make it to fast to understand. Anyway I am still thinking of the prize for Leah, although I haven't found anything yet. Dad suggested a pair of underwear but that wouldn't be fun. A pair of underwear just sits down and wait for somebody to wear it. I have got some things in mind but I have to narrow it out.

Yesterday Katelyn babysat us. She said we all were pretty good which was nice. Katelyn's friend recorded a cd with parodys. They were all supposed to be cats singing. The Album was called CATZ AUDIO. Katelyn played it for us and that was pretty fun.

Anyway how about a quick contest eh? Okay the prize for the correct answer is rights to stump anybody you want with this question. Here goes. There were 2 trains and 1 track. On train was going 54 Km. a hour and the other train was going at 46 Km. a hour. There was a bird going at 10 Km. a hour going from one train to the other. There were 100 Km. of track between the 2 trains. Here is the question. How many Km. does the bird fly before getting crushed between the 2 trains?

Rules: If you recieve any help from Abarbablog members you will be disqualafied.

Sign the guestbook if you think you have the answer.

Anyway read the details very carefully because this is a very braintwisting question.

Goodbye!

~D

I just read Platinum's blog about her dad and it reminded me of some stuff. I don't remember playing with my dad except on one occasion. On another occasion I noticed that he was outside playing in the snow with my siblings and I rushed to get my stuff on, but by the time I made it outside I caught only the tail end. Then he got up and went in. I also don't remember my dad putting me to bed or talking to me. I was mostly scared of him. I say this not as a critisism - now that I am older I understand the reason why he was the way he was - but I feel like I do not know what my kids are experiencing because, even though they tease me about being boring, I do play with them and keep the lines of communication very open. I only scare them once in a while for kicks. It is a strange thing to raise your kids is such a different way than you were raised that you cannot even relate to what they are experiencing. BUT I know it is good, so if there are any dads or would-be dads out there reading this - spend lots of time with your kids. It's worth the exhaustion!!

The other thing it made me think of was the time Marsha and I and the kids were all invited to an Island on Cape-Breton Island by some friends of ours here in Halifax. Our homeschooling at the time revolved largely around Pirates. So Marsha and I packed some candy treasure in our bags without the kids knowing. When we arrived on the Island we tossed a flag with the jolly roger into some prominent bushed by the water where the kids were sure to find it. Sure enough they found it and knew immediately what it meant. There were pirates in them waters!! We hoisted the flag and spent the rest of they day talking about the danger we might be in. The next day we planted a bottle with a treasure map on the beach which the kids also found. The map led to three smaller maps that needed to be combined in order to find the buried treasure. It took the whole day for them to find the X. The treasure chest was full of gold-coin chocolates and other treats which they devoured EVEN THOUGH they knew for certain the pirates would be coming after them. They so fell for this that it was the topic of many conversations for years afterwards. I would come home from work and casually drop something like, "I saw some men down by the waterfront who I am sure were pirates." This would create a level of unease and talk about how to protect yourself if the pirates found out it was us who stole their treasure. Traps were laid about the house just in case. When we finally told them the truth they could hardly believe it. It was one of the most fun things we have ever done with the kids.

This is Matt. About Deep Sea Chicken's toys. We are going to have these little video cameras that are not breakable and we are going to have remote controlled cars. But if you see a person dressing with your video camera the screen will go black and when the person stops dressing the screen will come back on - because it is rude to see people dressing. we will write about more toys in the blog when we figure them out.

At bedtime my dad tells me stories of when he was the SUPER FIRE FIGHTER. I don't want to write too much about him because I am getting a little bored. I like the stories because the SUPER FIRE FIGHTER always wins sometimes.

This is Sarah. Today we has subs for lunch. My dad came home six days ago and he brang home presents for us - all books. Mine is "The Legend of Spud Murphy". Dan, Matt and Katelyn got "Horrible Histories" and "Horrible Science" books. Sam got "Builder Bill". Sammy is a big fan of Bob the Builder and so he thought that Builder Bill was Bob. I have my own room now. I used to have my keys but my mom asked to borrow them and I can't find them now. In the back yard there is a tree near the fence. we take a rope and tie it to the tree. Then we sit in it like a swing and lower ourselves down using the other side of the rope. There is another thing we do with the rope. There is ice near the tree and we take both sides of the rope and pull. It slides us past the tree. Sometimes we take a toboggan and put it under us.

Dan only takes one shower a week. It's on Sunday. On Saturday he smells like a swamp.

There seems to be a lot of interest in Dan's showering habits lately. I do believe, though I stand to be corrected, that despite only SHOWERING once a week he does take the occasional BATH as a supplement. When you have fives kids, and I would recommend it, it becomes hard to keep up with every detail that seems easy when you are single. Not only do you have to brush your own teeth, shower, do laundry, buy clothes, eat, drink ... you also have to make sure it happens for five other people. So it is understandable that sometimes certain things get forgotten until it sets off an alarm. Dan only showering once a week as Melanie correctly points out has not yet set off the stinky alarm (or the disease alarm for that matter). As a result we do not worry too much about it (although it seems to have set off the "social norm being broken" alarm and as a result we may now have to address it). Three other notable things that are sometimes forgotten are:

Sam's diapers. The alarm usually goes off if the smell is particularly rancid or if he sits on your knee and the oversatured - well, you get the picture. I feel like a terrible parent when the alarm comes in the form of his cowboy swagger which consists of him attempting to walk with his legs as far apart from each other as possible - forced to do this because he develops a rash that really hurts.

Clothes. In fact the alarm went off this week for poor Dan. Marsha saw him walking in his jeans and noticed that they were particularly tight. Dan did not seem to mind at all that it was impossible for him even to do up his fly. They will be going out this afternoon to see if they can remedy the situation.

Food in the van. I once found a dried peach that I calculated had been in the van for over a year. It was placed in a back seat compartment by one of the kids. The alarm came in the form of an army of fruitflies that would attack me whenever I got in to drive. It made great compost so not all was lost.

Hello!

Sorry I didn't blog saturday or sunday, was too busy (and on sunday actually too bored, you know the feeling when you are so bored you don't feel like doing anything?) Anyway.

The other day I was looking for mom in the house and I couldn't find her. I looked in her room, in her office, in dads office, in every room upstairs. Then I thouroughly searched the main level. SHe wasn't there either. So I went downstairs. She wasn't in the computer room. I thought she must have gone out on an errand. Maybe to the video store. Just in case though I opened my sisters door. If you don't already know, my room is after sarahs, so I have to walk through hers to get to mine. Thats funny, my light was on. I thought I had turned it off, but sometimes I forget. I opened my door. There was mom. She was lying on my bed, with her shoes on, and had rearranged all my stuff so as to accomodate herself. She was talking on MY phone surrounded by MY stuff, which I hadn't cleaned up because I was in the middle of something when it was time for supper, acting completely at home in MY room. I was SO mad. I ordered her out. She said "well there was nowhere else private, but if you bring me a portable phone I'll go somewhere else." So then I took her the portable, and she went into sarahs room. I thought since she and answered the phone upstairs "Well why didn't you get the portable from the cradle and go into sarahs room in the first place????????!!!!!!!"

Hello blog readers. Some good news.

It is weekly shower day!!

MY MATH IS FINISHED!!! (except for all the easy textbook stuff)

AND IT IS THE START OF THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!

Anyway I stuffed my homemade pillow case with two pillows so I could be more comfortable. I woke up very pleasently today and heard some laughter going on in Mom's room so I decided the check it out. So Dad told me the story about the aardvark and that Dad thought he was in England (read blog below for details). So Mom went somewhere and I did my math all by myself. And I only made 2 mistakes. So anyway it is lunchtime so Goodbye!

~D

Something very bizzare happened last night. But before I tell you that story, I need to tell you this one:

My darling wife has a peculiar habit of waking up at random times on random nights in an utter panic. She sits up suddenly from a sound sleep and her movement alone is enough to wake up the neighborhood. Then she yells different things, but the most common of which is, "What! What! What!" This behavior would be considered normal if there had been an earthquake in the middle of the night that woke her up. However, this happens for no apparent reason. When she is done, she falls back into sleeping position and resumes a cozy night of zzzzs. At first it used to freak me out and it would take me hours to fall asleep again. Now that I am used to it, I just turn over and tell her to go back to sleep. Marsha conveniently never remembers these incidents by the morning.

Last night I woke up only to be staring at her face - which was no more than an inch away from mine - hovering above me like a full moon. She said nothing. I, for the life of me, could not figure out who she was. After making eye contact for a minute she lay back down and went to sleep. I, on the other hand, knew that I was in England somewhere but I could not recognize anything about the room I was in. Finally, completely perplexed, I said, "Where am I?" She replied helpfully, "I don't know." Which reminded me that there was this strange moon-faced person lying beside me. I tried again, "Who are you?" and came the reply, "I don't know." It was at this point that I realized that I did not even know who I was. It was a strange feeling. So I had to ask, "Who am I?" Helpful as always she said, "I don't know." So I gave up and went to sleep.

When I woke up this morning I remembered that this had happened and asked her about it. This time she remembered. The reason she was staring at me in the first place was that she thought I was an aardvark. I can't imagine what would have happened if she had panicked. What would be the crime for killing an aardvark that turns out to be your husband?

Sarah asked me today if we were all prostitutes. I find it quite curious how words can get associated incorrectly for kids. Marsha was to have an operation when she was a kid and was told that the doctors would use instruments. As a result she imagined the doctors holding trombones, clarinets and the like standing over her sleeping body ready to cut her open. I asked Sarah what a prostitute was. It turns out that it is "someone who prays". So I told her that we were. I can't wait to hear what goes on in her Sunday school class this week!

Actually I told her that we were not prostitutes because a prostitute is someone who has hm-hm with someone else for money. Hm-Hm has become code around here to ward off any unwanted questions from Matthew and Sam. There was a look of shock and horror on Sarah's face when she understood what it was.

Matthew has wondered how baby's are made and we told him the same story that we told the other kids at his age. The mom has a special pocket and the dad has some special seeds. When they want a baby the dad puts some of his seeds in the mom's special pocket. This was sufficient to keep all the other kids at bay for several years, but not Matthew. He spent the next several weeks trying to guess where I hide my seeds and where mom's special pocket was. In some ways I can't wait to tell him just to see his reaction. When we finally told Katelyn and Dan they were incredulous and thought we were lying. They said things like, "That's disgusting!" Eventually they realized we were telling the truth but I could tell that they wished we were really lying. It made me realize just how peculiar hm-hm is.

Ok, here I am again

Last night, just as we planned we had curried chicken for supper, and then we watched a movie. We watched School of Rock. It was very very very very funny. I'd recomend it to anyone, only be advised that there is a lot of swearing in it. It is about a guy who is a rock star (sorta) only he gets kicked out of his band and so his roomate is a substitute teacher and someone calls to give him a job, and dewey (the rock star) pretends he is the roomate and takes the job because he has to pay the rent. So he teaches a class of 5th graders rock, because he sees them is music class, and then all the parents find out that their children aren't learning anything. Meanwhile the kids hare having the best time they ever had... Very good funny movie

Then today, dad said he would blog about this, so I want to make sure you get the COMPLETE truth. When I was cooking bacon on the frying pan today, dad came inside and put snow down my back. So then I went outside to get some snow and we wresled for about a minute before I got it down his back. He told me it was a very disrespectful way to treat your father. I ask you blog readers, Is that boring or what? I mean to do abusive stuff like that to his kids, and then try to not let them avenge his actions. =)

Hello - I'm back. Well ... most of me. I think that Jet lag means that parts of you are still on the way even after other parts arrive on time. My appetite, for instance, is still in England. I am hungry at odd hours. My liver, on the other hand, is here with me - I know that because it is enlarged to the point that I can feel it. I figure that British people consume about 30 times more alcohol than I do (that is a conservative estimate - probably more like 50 times). Alcohol in Britain is like coffee here.

As usual it was great to see everyone again and I am pretty sure that they are all happy to see me too. It sounds like they all had a blast while I was away. I saw Katelyn when I got home last night at 11:00pm. Matt and Sam where the first two to greet me this morning - snuggling up beside me in bed. Sarah came in next and we read a whole book together. By the time Dan made it I fell asleep again. I finally dragged myself out of bed just before noon.

I think the kids have plans for me to make a deluxe supper tonight and then watch a movie together. I, on the other hand, hope to make it past 7:00pm without crashing.

Hello again!

Well here I am to tell you about band.

It was pretty normal, and usually we have double band but today we had single band and then the grade nines had to practice a piece they are playing, and since I had to stay anyways I got to play with the grade nines. I couldn't really see why they were having so much trouble with the piece, but it was alright, even though I was kind of embarrassed because i'm in grade seven and technically not supossed to be there. Height wasn't a factor their though. One of the girls can't have passed 5 feet, and she is so skinny that I could probably wrap both hands around the skinniest part of her torso. It's very popular to be skinny nowadays, but she is too skinny, and it is unattractive skinnyness. I'm not super skinny, but I'm sure my weight is healthier than the cultural ideal. Anyway so yeah it was pretty good and I came out unscathed.

Well hello,

This morning, as soon as I was done everything I needed to do, I went upstairs to see dad. As soon as I got into his room, Dan said "Hey Katelyn, did you see my blog?" "What blog, the one you wrote yesterday?" was my answer. "No the one I wrote this morning, I wrote it at 4:06. Whats the earliest blog you've written Kate?" I can't say I can compete with four o'clock in the morning, but Dan has almost certainly not bested me in how late I have blogged. Anyway Dad got me dan and matt 10 horrible history and horrible science books (to share, not ten each) and he got sam a book called builder bill, and sarah a book by Eoin Colfer (Grrrrrrr) but i'm not complaining.

Now mom and dad have kicked us all out, and so i'm blogging. I'm going to have band today... You know what that means. I have to go now, I hope this blog will satisfy yours (and my parents!!!) standards.

Aww Man!

I was asleep when Dad came back and went to bed. I am blogging at 4:06 in the morning. I woke up and really had to go to the lavatory so I went and had bad Diareah. So while I was emptying my bowels I was thinking of what to do when I saw Dad. I decided that when I saw him I would hug him so tightly that blood would come out of his mouth.

I am just making a miniture blog because I should be asleep right now

~D

Yay, daddy's coming home tonight. I can't wait.

Anyway I will start with the beginning of the day. In the morning we went to the library and studied in the morning, because mom and the younger kids were all at a library program (that I used to volunteer at, but then the library system decided they didn't want any volunteers anymore and randys boss got really mad, and they think i'm a terrorist (not really, but i'm still not allowed to volunteer) etc. etc.) I really miss doing that, but there isn't really anything I can do about it so... Anyway we studied, and then we went downstairs to the end of the program while everyone was starting to leave, where mom was making outrageous claims that "I baby sit sometimes, but we always try to do as much as we can, and we only go out for 2 hours." to a friend of hers. There were three things wrong with that. I baby sit actually quite a lot, and Mom and Dad are usually out for significantly more than 2 hours (like maybe 3 or 4 hours) and usually, unless it is the kids bed times before they leave (not very often) I do all the work. Her friend remarked "Yeah, its harder when you have to put the kids to bed and stuff, we've never hired anyone under sixteen" I was severly indignant, and couldn't help protesting "Actually I do put the kids to bed." My mother I think has serious exaderation issues.

Anyway then we went home and had lunch, and then we got to watch princess of theives, and then we made pillowcases. We coloured them with different designs, or wrote stuff on them. Mom really likes mine, but I'm not finished it yet.

Anyway I'll sign off now, hope this was long enough for you!

Last night I was sleeping in Mom's room and I farted so bad that I ran out of the room and into the bathroom, spun around twice and prayed to Jesus that, that would not happen again. Anyway for today I have alot to tell. We went to the library this morning and did our work. Then we went downstairs to the main level of the library and helped with the toddlers program that Randy the librarian was hosting. After going home we watched a movie on the computer, and then decorated our very own pillowcases.

Dad is coming home tonight so the house is Spic and Span. I am blogging in Mom's office. I LOVE THE KEYBOARD!!!!!!!!!!! I am preaty sure that I will be asleep by the time Dad gets back but I will try to stay awake. It is my bedtime but I have decided to make this blog longer as much as possible. Mom just opened the door so fast and swiftly that I jumped right out of my clothes and I had to put them back on with mom staring at my paralized. Dad still hasn't put the smoke alarm in yet which is good even for me. Sometimes I am on the computer and the smoke alarm goes off because of Mom taking a shower. The smoke alarms are connected so when one goes off so does the other.

I absolutely can't wait till Dad gets back because he always brings treats for us. His treats probably will be interesting because he went to England and not Vancouver or Ottawa or Winnipeg.

Anyway I will have to let you blog readers go so GOODBYE!!!!!!!!!!

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Now that it is my first March blog I think I would like to see how the contest is doing. Melanie have you got the answer yet? I don't think that any of you would want to Sumo-Wrestle with us. So the prize can be different. If you want a prize other than to Sumo-Wrestle, then just e-mail me and I will see what I can do the make the prize more usual.

So I spent a couple hours in the math torture chamber struggling over Area and Peremiter when finnaly it is done. Tomorrow I will do the final review and then I will be done. I was so bored I was yawning and tearing.

It was really funny about the "fetal" inceddent. Katelyn is needing to do something on the computer so I will leave her with the computer

Later!
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My first march blog!

it is very hard to believe that spring will come in only 21 days. The weather is getting warmer, but the snow in places is still higher than me. maybe in 21 days that will change. i don't really have any news, but i'm just writing this so that we might have a march archive. all my news was taken up in my last blog. Will blog more later...