8 Days A Week?!?, Part 2

There are several theories behind the "8 Days A Week" mishap.
My mom, a fellow blogger, said that maybe they count Sunday again as another day of the week in England. "Or maybe they have 8 days per week over there...."
Our cousin K, creator of the Cousin Studios box office hit "Llama-O-Rama", also had a solution. "But I'm not going to tell you, you'll have to figure it out for yourself," he said. Suspense!
And then, of course, there's.....
QUINSDAY.
Duh duh duh duh.....

It all started after the earthquake in Chile. A few of our classmates claimed that on a certain TV channel that most of us "probably didn't have" announced that the earthquake shifted the Earth's rotation, which made every week have an extra day called "Quinsday." We would have an extra day off of school each week and 400 days (something like that) in every year, and they weren't lying, and if we though they were, look it up on Bing.
So I did.
And what were the search results?
Something to do with a European concert.
Duh duh duh duh...
BUSTED!!!! =)

So maybe, the Beatles were early believers of the only 3-hour day in the middle of Wednesday and Thursday. Hopefully, they weren't.

So, for now, the mystery remains unsolved....

Avacados ARE Neglected

There has been a movement going around in class about avocados. Everybody suddenly thinks they are neglected- because, they are always mistaken for disgusting vegetables when they are really wonderful fruits, as my friend Soso said in her lunchtime speech. There are buttons being exchanged, posters, and even a deal stating that if you pay 99 cents a month to help avocados, you will win a T-shirt. The money will be used to "buy one of these wonderful fruits and treat it with the dignity and honor it deserves," another Soso quote. Kooky as it seems, I think I've been convinced. So stand up fellow bloggers, avocados ARE neglected!

Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting....

My blog!

My new blog, to be exact.

Why am I so happy about this one little thing?

It's a long story.

Better get cozy.


Once, when I was about 8 or 9, my mother started a blog. She named it CREATE: Making Something Of Today! It was about friends, what was going on in her life, and biblical things. Sometimes I would write or do something intresting and she would write about it, but most of the time I would be away from her page.
Whenever I did something intresting and Mom didn't blog about it, we would engage ourselves in a conversation like this:

"MOM!!!"
"Yes,....."
"I made that really cool recycled crafts sculpture of a city and YOU DIDN'T BLOG ABOUT IT! ''
"I'll blog about it someday."
"That's what you always say!"

Then, Mom would usually say:

"If you want your thoughts and ideas to be on the web, why don't you start a blog?"

And I would finish our arguement by saying:

" IT'S GOING TO BE TOO HARD TO START A BLOG!"


Days passed. Then months. Finally, after a family trip to Belle Isle, I decided to start a blog. It sounded creative, and who knows, maybe Mom would stop bugging me about it!
I soon found out that making a blog was harder then it looked. Beacause I was so easily frustrated, I kissed my blog goodbye!!!

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er, I turned ten. I soon felt like I was old enough to tackle making a blog. So I filled out some blanks, I chose some backrounds, and......


You know the rest.

Now you know why I'm so happy:

I can finally do the "impossible"!!!