The Thunderbirds!

Henry was actually home this weekend so we took the kids to the Air Show at Scott Air Force Base. Everybody thouroughly enjoyed it, except for Marky who is very noise sensative! Although, after it was over he couldn't stop talking about how cool it was - nevermind the fact that he cried the whole time. Watching the Thunderbirds is not a great place to be if you don't like noise!

I explained to Mark that he is not allowed to be noise sensative when his daddy is a pilot. Needless to say, he had earplugs and his hands over his ears the entire time.

Jason totally loved it - as you can see from his smile in the picture below. The only time it bothered him was when one of the jets snuck up from behind and scared us all to death. Other than that, he was smiles the whole time.

Basically we had a great time hanging as a family and the best part - it wasn't 120 degrees with humidity! We all know how much I love being hot . . . not!!!

Class Rep votes...

So, you guys may not have known this, but I was running for Student Council president earlier this year. I thought that I'd win, but I didn't. So, I thought I should run for class rep. I pretty much thought I knew that I wasn't gonna win. But, it was a pretty fun opportunity. so, a funny part was that there was a three-way tie between me and the two other candidates three times. Then, one of the candidates got enough votes to win. After that, the other candidate and I both had a tie two times. Then the last time we could vote, my teacher made the moment to see who'd win all suspensful. Then, to my surprise, I won! I was so proud of myself. (I bet it was my extra awesome speech!)

The Story Continues . . .

Well, we have let the suspense fester long enough. Here is the much awaited 2nd chapter to Lizzy's story . . .

Chapter 2

I just ignored the man and tried to calm down. Then, as quick as a snap, I feel a quivery hand on my shoulder. I dash around to see the wacko that had just been standing outside 5 seconds ago! He went right up in my face and he blindfolded me. I started screaming for help until his filthy hands covered my mouth. I didn't dare open my mouth. Who knows where his hands have been?!

The man took me out to his car. Well, I am almost positive he did. I was blindfolded of coarse, so I couldn't tell. But anyone can use common sense can't they? All of the sudden, I jerked forward. "Yep, I'm in the car. Jeez! When did this guy get his license? Does he even have a license?" I thought to myself.

I found a way to untie the blindfold from my head. I felt a sudden jerk again. We had stopped. "Yes!" I whispered, extremely quiet. I had gotten the blindfold off. The man peeked back. I smacked the blindfold over my eyes and leaned my head back against the seat so it would at least look like the blindfold was at least covering my eyes from any lights.

After the man had gotten out of the car, I immediately swiped the blindfold off my face. I scanned the location. I was pretty sure we were at an old gas station near the edge of town. Hey, wait just a darn second. This car looked just like the Johnson's car.

The Johnson's were my best friends who lived on my street. They were like a second family to me. They picked my up from school and took me to their house when my mom was at work. They watched me , took me fun places and all that sort of stuff.

Hey! This was the Johnson's car! This man is such a thief! But, I saw the Johnson's with their car before school this morning. Not after school though. Weird. The Johnson's only have one car, so they of coarse take it everywhere.

A Preview . . .

Elizabeth has been writing a story just for fun (she does not have a title yet, maybe you could give us some suggestions). Here is the beginning:

Chapter 1:

It all started when my mom was half an hour late picking me up from school. "This isn't like her," I thought very carefully to myself. I was getting a little spooked. Normally my mom was always ontime picking me up.

"Uh-oh!" I murmured quietly to myself. I saw 4 police cars racing as fast as high-spped race-cars heading towards my street.

I was thinking horrible thoughts in my head. My blood was boiling, and my heart raced nearly as fast as those police cars.

My street was rather, as some people call it, scrawny. On the other hand, very narrow and definitely vacant. Only about 3 families live there. A few lonely people here and there, but not your average subdivision. Our street wasn't the most enjoyable place on earth, not very much activity took place there. The only people who did live there seemed to be pretty friendly.

I couldn't stand any more suspense. All I could focus on were my thoughts: "Is mom okay? Did a police chase start? Is everyone secure?" And my biggest one: "What's going on and will we survive?" I was paralyzed with fear.

Finally my car, or something that looked close to my ride pulled up. Actually, to tell you the truth, this car looked like it was taken out of the junkyard compared to my families car!

Some wierdo stepped out of the car, made eye contact with me, and signaled for me to go into his car. I wasn't so sure about this after seeing those police cars race towards my street, and hearing some police cars actually drawing near. I didn't think getting in this wacko's car would work out for me - or anyone!!

Getting Started . . .

Lizzy wanted to start a blog together, so here we go . . . be prepared though, her writing is much better than mine. I am new at this, Lizzy is the brains behind it all :) Wish us luck.