I thought I was getting a yearbook...

When school ended, we got our yearbooks. Well, I thought I was getting a yearbook. It turned out to look like a baby book. Come on, what would you think of a pure white cover with the pastel letters "New Beginnings" in one corner? Yeah, that's what I thought. But that wasn't the worst of it. When you turn it over, there is a single small pastel hand print at the top.

Lame-sauce.

We're in high school, not preschool.

It's rotten being sick

I've had the worst cough and sore throat the past week. Today my feet were cold and wouldn't get warm. Mom made me some hot apple juice with cinnamon in it.
Yesterday a couple of my neighbor's nieces came over to interview me for a book report. That was kind of fun. The brought me brownies and lemon bars. How can you not have fun with brownies and lemon bars in the mix?

A Great Hospital Read

My mom met an elderly man at a funeral who told her he bought a copy of my book. Mom smiled and said that was great. Then he told her that the book was sitting in a bag with a toothbrush and change of clothes and shaving gear. Mom wasn't sure what to think about that until he said, "So if I ever have to go to the hospital in a hurry, I'm certain I'll have something to read."
Yeah, if he's conscious.
Besides, I thought hospitals were what Reader's Digests were for.

Painting in a corner

Yes, well, I got my room painted. (See pictures.) What is really weird is that my mom found a picture I painted in middle school and it was of a guy holding a dragon on his shoulder and it has the same colors I just used for my room. I'll have to take a picture of that and post it next.
I also gave my first draft of Skin Warriors to my mom for an edit. She was all happy about that.

Peanut butter car

Okay, so we were playing with a remote control car and our dog, Bibs, was trying to get away from it. So I taped a piece of paper to the top of the car and put peanut butter on it. After that, she chased the car. When she caught it, she licked the peanut butter off.
There is always a way. You just have to find it.

Second Book

Last night I told Mom that my next book is ready for her to look at. Then she asked me if it had an ending.

An ending? Of course it has an ending, or why would I be finished with it?

Silly Mom.

Driving My Way

Well, if all was normal, I'd have my driver's license by now. But I've been visiting the State Capitol book store and schools every time my driver's ed instructor could go. Finally, two days ago, I passed my driving test and was ready to pick up papers and get my license Monday. But then Mom reminded me we're visiting schools in Las Vegas and St. George for the next three days. That means I won't get my license until Thursday.
But then, watch out. Have car, will drive!