tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48034522727441905102024-03-13T05:04:40.560-07:00Mike's Tales of Sixth GradeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-56646703018782855852015-12-28T15:59:00.000-08:002015-12-28T15:59:24.285-08:00Dino Onesie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is me holding a Tri Force Heroes game . I opened it as one of my presents during like the very beginning of opening the presents. My brother also got one to as a present.<br />
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Here we go. This Dinosaur Onesie is cool and all but it is very uncomfortable especially in the feet because when you move your feet the feet of the onesie like doesn't move,so your feet are always in the tip of the onesie foot.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-48092532705790231712015-11-07T14:07:00.001-08:002015-11-07T14:07:14.910-08:00Spot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes we have FOUR dogs. Mom says that you can't have more dogs than kids. This dogs name is Spot ( Mom named him that.)<br />
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He is a cute dog even though he bit me three times ( I'm ok.)<br />
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Just look at him he's sooooo cute. He's adorable. OMG so cute. #Cuteness overload.<br />
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He's a jack russell terrier chihuahua mix.<br />
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This was the first day we got him. At first I thought Jenny was going to adopt him, but it turns out that we got him instead. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-56532240182897458462015-10-16T07:13:00.003-07:002015-10-16T07:13:26.604-07:00more about the pumpkin patch<div class="MsoNormal">
On Saturday my mom and I went to the Cool Kid Pumpkin
Patch. The first thing we did was the
corn maze. Admission was $12. We went up to the stand and my mom dropped a
$20 bill and I said ‘free money’ and pointed to the $20 and my mom said, ‘maybe
somebody dropped it’ and gave it to some random dude named Phil who said, ‘oh,
yeah, maybe I dropped it,’ but he didn’t drop the $20 bill. As my mom realized as we got out of the corn
maze as we were buying the snow cones.
Mom had reached into her pocked and her $20 bill was missing and she
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So, we had gotten the maps and mine was marked in pen, mom’s
wasn’t. And mom said we were cheating
and I said, ‘no, we would probably get lost’, so we followed the path that was
in pen, only to realize we had skipped some important information on the page
that said, ‘Read before starting!’ And
we were like, oh, well, too late. The
important information said, go to the left for the intermediate route and go to
the right for the expert route, and the path was marked to the right so we had
accidentally gone on the expert route.
The difference between the two was the expert route took longer and went
around the thing and the intermediate route went on the inside. They said the intermediate route took an hour
and the expert route took two hours.
Well, they were absolutely wrong.
Because it took us only and an hour and eleven minutes to finish the expert
route. I think the only reason why it
only took us one hour and eleven minutes was because some of it was in pen,
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One of the rules said, ‘do not litter’ and what did we see
in the first five minutes? Litter! Another few rules were, ‘do not pick the
corn, do not make your own path, and do not call the number 911 if you get
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There were markers that were scattered around the place and
there were latitude and longitude and they were all the way to the letters A to
Z, AA to OO and numbers 1-35. So when we
got to the end of the pen path, we had to start looking at the map, looking at
directions and planning them out. Then,
basically repeat that until we got to the end.
Then, after we got to the second platform, The USS Indy, we had this
huge path to get down to the third one, I can’t remember what that one was
called, and there was one in the very middle that you never had to go to unless
you went on the intermediate route called Starbucks Station. We thought you could buy Starbuck’s
there. The platform was green. The other three were, light blue, blue or
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At the end of the corn maze we bought some snow cones and
ate them for a while and we saw our neighbor Tito Uquillas, who plays in the
band The Hipwaders, who played at the Cook Kid Pumpkin Patch. There was also this Bar B Que going on but we
didn’t really care. There was also this
Corn Bath but we didn’t want to go there.
There was this film crew there and they were shooting a movie and I
think they were professional. They had a
drone there and they closed down an area.
We wanted to go to the pumpkin launcher where we could shoot pumpkins at
a car, but it was closed down because of the film crew. And mom got really mad because it was closed
down. She was like, ‘oh, why is the film
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Then we got in the car and went back home and that was when
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This was us at the start of the corn maze.</div>
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I can't remember where this was but it was somewhere in the corn maze. I think it was 10 minutes into the maze.<br />
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This was when we got to the first sort of checkpoint. I was pointing to another checkpoint.<br />
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This was the 3rd checkpoint. At this point I was tired and annoyed.<br />
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It took us 1 hour and 11 minutes to finish the maze. It was supposed to take us 2 hours.<br />
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Mom bought herself and me shaved ice and both got the watermelon flavor.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-43509735561012594862015-09-27T17:12:00.001-07:002015-09-27T17:12:10.082-07:00Dry Ice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mom had some extra dry ice from an experiment that she did with her class. So she brought it home and I wanted to do some experiments at home. So my mom and I did some experiments with the dry ice.<br />
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My mom brought out this cup and filled it with water and one piece of dry ice. Then a ton of bubbles came out and it was cool. I used these tongs to pick up the bubbles.<br />
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Here I was lighting up a match.<br />
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I kept burning myself in the process of lighting the candle, but I am fine.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-20233831005709751612015-08-30T15:32:00.001-07:002015-08-30T16:12:05.141-07:00The Dogs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This Is Current Star. He is also doing ok, in the last 2 months Star has learned how to use the dog door. He is still a big baby, and he will always be.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-45093368794027657112015-08-22T17:41:00.002-07:002015-08-22T17:41:12.151-07:00The first week of schoolMy first week of school was kind of boring. We really didn't do much. My teacher's name is Miss Matthews and I don't like her because she gave me homework on the first day. We have PE on Tuesday and Friday. We have band or music on Tuesday. I am going to do band because I did it last year. I am going to play the trumpet. Some things we are going to learn about this year in Social Studies, we are going to stop at the fall of Rome and start at the Ice Age. In Science we are going to switch classes and I'm not exactly sure what we are going to learn about. My teacher isn't going to teach science, which mom is really upset about because she is a science teacher and she loves science.<br />
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The school lunches are bad. On Friday they didn't have the peanut butter sandwiches that they said they would have, but instead they had bologna sandwiches. At first I took off the cheese because I don't like cheese and then I took a few bites and I tried it with the cheese. I didn't really taste a difference. And I finished eating the cheese. This year I am going to take lunches from home some days. Every single Monday and it alternates every single week between Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday because there isn't any food that I like, but I probably could eat them. My mom got me the grape jelly Uncrustables.<br />
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I'm glad it's the weekend and that was the first week of school and my teacher is going to go into teacher mode and bore everybody to death!<br />
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Last night I tried to go to sleep early but ended up going to bed at 12:09. I have 3 dogs, 2 sisters and 1 brother. Most of the time the dogs sleep on my bed and steal my blankets from me. I have 2 toy poodles named Harper and Lily. The other dog is a cute Chihuahua named Star My favorite color is green. My favorite animals are penguins. Two of my siblings are in college, my brother and 1 of my sisters. My other sister, Ariel, is an English teacher in high school.<br />
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I love math and science! I dislike social studies and I HATE writing (I'm surprised I've written this much). I have a blog and my mom makes me write at least 3 sentences. I have taken horseback and swim lessons.<br />
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Both my mom and dad are teachers at Vanden. My mom is a science teacher and my dad is a social studies teacher. I like doing experiments in science, especially fun experiments.<br />
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I like playing video games and watching YouTube videos. My favorite video game is Terraria. I play it on my brother's computer. I play it on his computer because my computer is not working. I am happy he is leaving the computer at home. He also needs to give me the laptop he won from a college scholarship. I'm surprised I wrote this in 48 minutes. It used to take an hour to write half of this. (My hand hurts so much.)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-90884235813490615242015-07-20T14:55:00.000-07:002015-07-20T14:55:09.587-07:00horseback riding lessons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have horseback riding lessons now they go from 9:00 to 12:00. 3 hours long. It was really fun, but hot at the same time.<br />
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I got to learn how to catch, groom, and ride a horse. There were two other girls that were also there, they were 9 and 12. This horses name is Buddy.<br />
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This horse's name is Lucky. We went to the arena to ride Lucky around. It was pretty good feeling to ride a horse.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-90576382626430479682015-07-19T18:20:00.001-07:002015-07-19T18:20:57.691-07:00Snake Skin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is when grandpa was watering the plant outside. He really likes plants like twice mom and grandpa went out to get plants. Its pretty crazy he has like 30 thousand.<br />
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Mom and grandpa found a snake skin in the backyard while they were watering plants. I was in the room and mom knocked on the window and showed me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-25520886263851279512015-07-16T18:25:00.001-07:002015-07-16T18:25:09.419-07:00Horseback riding lessons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This horse had so many flies on it it had like 20000. It was cute. The thing on its face was probably to keep the flies out of its eyes.<br />
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See you Monday horses. For 3 hours for 5 days. It cost mom like $200.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-54285634845560457842015-07-15T12:31:00.000-07:002015-07-15T12:31:00.631-07:00swimming with my sister<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This Is a picture at the pool when em was here. We had brought the purple ball with us and we played a game where we threw the ball back and forth between and it slowly turn into monkey in the middle.<br />
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This is when grampa took a random picture of us swimming. ( Em the ball could of deflated.) Mom was catching me in her arms when I jumped off of Em's legs.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-25399474718465006392015-07-14T15:47:00.000-07:002015-07-14T15:47:02.357-07:00Parker Wildlife Museum<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This was after we watched Tiny Giants. The movie was pretty good, it was about a chipmunk and scorpion mouse. The chipmunk and scorpion mouse were really cute. <br />
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This when we were at the savanna area. There were parts with mechanical people like the guys behind us. At the beginning it was super annoying because it was motion sensored. <br />
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This was also in there savanna too. There were these little ipad looking things that had little animals with like a speech ((( looking things that when you clicked on them they made the noise that the animals make in real life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-52715295037312144952015-07-12T14:23:00.001-07:002015-07-12T14:23:56.029-07:00Hiking to the top of Castle Rock, Colorado<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This first picture is like almost half way up the mountain. It was taken when grampa needed to take a rest for a bit and mom wanted a picture of us. Mom and grandpa stayed back a bit and Em and I went forwards.<br />
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This picture is when there Em and I were at the top of the stair part. We had to climb a bit to get up here. At first when we went to climb up here I fell because I went to fast and scraped my leg.<br />
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This is another picture of me near a rock but this one we didn't have to climb up. Em took this picture of me when we found a rock that looked like a good spot to take a picture. </div>
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We had bought poppits which you had to throw them at the ground really hard for them to pop. The neighbors had lots of them. The poppits were really fun :). We bought 2 packs of them so when M comes we can pop them with her.<br />
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The neighbors across the street had much more impressive fireworks and all we had were sparklers and they had like fountains and bombs (Meow) # Random Meow. We lit our sparklers with a blowtorch and matches. Having something is better than nothing .<br />
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Yeah I look like a weird hunch back and I don't care. I have to admit it kinda was embarrassing thing but we all do embarrassing things sometimes. To the neighbors I must of looked really weird. <3Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-91210673899405916532015-07-02T12:31:00.001-07:002015-07-02T12:31:39.093-07:00at my grandpa's house<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This was at the very start of our trip when we had just gotten to Grandpa's house.The treadmill was very fun I liked to put at a random speed and wait until I fell off the back. It had a weird calorie system because at like speed 5 for a minute was 28.4.<br />
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This was the bed at the beginning of the trip all nice and neat now its all messed up. At the beginning of the trip mom made the bed for 2 days then she stopped. Mom was really annoying sometimes when she tried to help me write.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-47497828932330107682015-06-28T17:51:00.001-07:002015-06-28T17:51:50.053-07:00Swimming In Parker, Colorado<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mom and I just went swimming at the public pool had a good time. When we first got there it was adult swimming time for 5 minutes. The water wasn't to hot or to cold, there was a lot of people there.<br />
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We threw the purple ball that we brought from grandpa's house. I liked to bounce it off of mom's head a lot and splash her in the face. :) Mom didn't like it very much.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14iLGvdmxd4/VZCTPPLgO8I/AAAAAAAAATU/U83AWIJYvtI/s1600/DSC06665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14iLGvdmxd4/VZCTPPLgO8I/AAAAAAAAATU/U83AWIJYvtI/s640/DSC06665.JPG" width="640" /></a><br />
I liked to jump in when mom threw the ball to me and I caught it. At the very end when I was going to jump I hit my toe on the metal ladder. Mom also helped one of the life guards with a "wasp" problem but it looked like an ant.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-53888833594200051242015-06-26T20:16:00.004-07:002015-06-26T20:16:56.245-07:00Plane Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is when we were flying on the plane over a moutain<br />
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Really mom you had to take a photo of this. What ever I fell asleep after a little bit on the plane,<br />
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Amazing picture mom. Another picture of us flying over a mountain.<br />
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Mom must of taken this picture during our descent down while I was asleep.<br />
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Another picture mom took during out descent.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-75505530920699149512015-05-25T20:01:00.002-07:002015-05-25T20:01:18.895-07:009 Days Left<br />
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It's exiting because during summer I'm going to play DnD with J and his friends, DnD stands for Dungeons and Dragons. DnD will be very exciting. If I can I will be a summoner named Dirgah( because it's Hagrid backwards, Hagrid from Harry Potter.) </div>
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This morning I was holding Star in my arms and he was so still me and mom thought he was asleep. He wasn't. He was awake. <br />
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Today I had two concerts at school. They were 45 minutes each. We played for the kindergarteners, first grade, second grade and third grade at the first concert. For the second concert we played for the 4th, 5th and 6th graders. While some of the 6th graders were playing, during the first concert, when they stopped to pause a song the kindergarteners started clapping and then the 6th graders started playing. So every time there was a rest in the song, the kindergarteners started clapping.<br />
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Once me and J got home and mom came home after and mom saw that Star had chewed the newspaper up. Last time Star had eaten some cardboard. He also chewed up a roll of toilet paper. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803452272744190510.post-9955615472464300532015-05-17T18:24:00.001-07:002015-05-17T18:24:31.016-07:00ice cream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This was one of my birthday presents that I actually got before my birthday. I don't remember when this was, but I got ice as a birthday present from a friend. I got a double scoop of cookies and cream ice cream in a waffle cone and the waffle cone had sprinkles and chocolate. well thats one of the birth day presents I got for my birthday.</div>
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So the bone I was talking about last time is getting smaller now he is working on the interior of the bone. As last time he had just finished both ends. Today I played the trumpet for mom and she took a video on her laptop. I didn't even know that she could do that.</div>
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Apparently Mom got Star a giant bone. He has already taken off two ends! I don't know when mom got Star the giant bone. She might of gotten it in one of the many time she went shopping. I don't know if she got it from someone. She probably got it from one of the many times she went shopping. I'm just assuming that.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143906858392750905noreply@blogger.com0