The Awesome Blog of Meghan

Meghan Davis

12/4/09

LA

I have a lot of New Year’s resolutions.  If any of my relatives (specifically my mom) are reading this then they’ll probably wish that one of them was “be nicer to my brothers” because apparently they think I can be nicer.  (I only “hurt” them every other day.)  So, instead my New Year’s resolutions are to help my family and my community become greener, to get better at my free throw shots and to keep my room clean so I can get another pet.

BE GREEN

To help my family be greener I will teach (unless they already know) what to recycle.  I will also try to persuade my parents and other family members to buy office supplies made from recycled materials.  I don’t quite know how to make my community greener.  Do you have any ideas?

FREE THROWS

To finally make all my free throws, I think I’ll practice them until I die.  My coach says it’s all in the “motion”, but who knows.

CLEAN ROOM

Motivation helps me so my motivation to clean my room is that if I keep my room clean, I’ll get another pet.  So, I’ll just put that thought in my mind every time I clean my room and I should get through it.

Those are my New Year’s resolutions.  What are yours?  (If it’s be nice to one of your siblings, I don’t want to hear it!)

Meghan

12/3/09

L.A.

   Okay, so my teacher, Mrs. Buckmaster, asked me to write my Christmas wish list. So of  course, I was already thinking, maybe I should put that I wanted a laptop or an iPod Touch, and then I could put that I wanted a gift card to Barnes and Nobles. Now while I’m over there, in my seat, she said there’s a catch. Everyone in my class looked at her like she was crazy, (By-the-way she is). According to Mrs. B we have to make our list for other  people  and we  aren’t aloud to benefit from it at ALL! Well all my classmates, and I were deeply disappointed. So any way here is my list for “other” people:

I wish that my Mom and Dad will get:

-Lots of love from my brothers and me.

-Awesome gifts. (Which I can ensure.)

-That they will get more help around the house. (From my brothers.) (Not really.)

-And last I wish that they enjoy the rest of the year in peace. (If that’s possible.)

My wishes for my brothers:

-That they get what ever convoluted Christmas gifts they want. (More Landon.)

-That they feel loved.

-And some other things.

My wishes for other people:

-The foster children of America will find a loving home.

-The people in Africa will have clean water.

-Families in other places will have food, water, and shelter.

That’s my Christmas wish list, (for other people.) What’s yours?

Meghan
11/19/09
L.A.

The Book “The Giving Tree”

The Giving Tree is about a tree and a boy that have a very close bond. The tree cares so much about the boy. So in the beginning the boy is a boy and always plays with the tree. (I’ve always wondered where the boy lived. Do you know?); but then the boy gets older. He goes farther away from the tree. On the few occasions when the boy does come back the tree gives away every thing that she has just to make the boy happy. At the end when the tree is nothing but a stump and believes that she can not give the now elderly boy but the boy just said “I am too old to do any of the things I used to do all I need is you stump.” (Or something like that.) So the tree and the boy were together again and they lived happily ever after.

My Giving Trees!

My giving trees are my family. (Even moi’s brothers.) My family loves me, they care for me, and even thought they are sometimes annoying we all care for one another and are prepared to go out of harms way for each other. Which makes them my giving tree, and me theirs.

Meghan
11/12/09
L.A.

My brothers are probably the most annoying people in my family. Landon constantly listens to ABBA and Joshua is just plain irritating. So on days when I’m feeling like giving revenge, here’s what I do. (I only annoy Joshua. Landon’s to cute.)
So I start off with the appetizer and try to really aggravate him. To do that I don’t always do what he asks. These heats him up a little bit. Then I might kick him, (gently), here or there.
So after that we move on to the entrée. By now he’s very mad at me and probably thinks I’m the most annoying and brattiest like sister he could ever have. He normally either calls me names, or we start wrestling. This meal only lasts 5-10 minutes so if you are planning to prepare make the appetizers longer.
And finally for the dessert. He cools down, sometimes gets in trouble, and then we are friends again. (At least for the time being.)
Though it’s not always me who starts it I’m always glad at the end.

Meghan
11/5/09
L.A.

“My class is better!” cried stubby old Mrs. Snikta. “Oh yeah well my class is smarter!” Ms. Oliva replied. “Does your class have blogs? No! Does your class have a hot young teacher? No! But mine does!!” Their was a flash of hatred in each of the women’s eyes. Ms. Oliva, though she was usually quite calm, pretty, and nice looked as if she would explode. (Literally.) “Alright. So you think your class is better than mine do you?”
“Well duh that’s what this whole conversations about. My awesome class, and your little dweebs.” Mrs. Snikta was appalled to hear such a statement come out of a teachers mouth. They stared at each other like wrestlers before a round. Students of each teacher had gathered around, watching in awe, and what would happen next. “Listen, Snikta. Ww will settle this, you just watch. It’ll be as easy as going on an empty intersection.” Their was more staring as people pondered the question, who would they see who’s class was the best. Then after an eerie silence one of the Linios twins had an idea. “We could do a class olimpics. 11 challenges, and the class that wins the most is the best class”. Every single student, even the not so smart ones thought about this. “Yeah, I get it”, the other Linious twin said. “We could do like math, science, social studies, and language arts. But then we could also do writing arts and sports.”The two teachers considered this idea then decided that that was what they would do. Ms. Oliva looked like she would cry. “My dears, you’re so smart. We will win this”, she cried. Then with a more serious tone said, “Alright we will need people to find judges, think of challenges, find snacks and all that stuff. This should be as fun as jumpin’ in a pile of crunchy, withered leaves. “ Ms. Oliva fixed her spectacles then her class danced off to the tune of We Will Rock You, and We are the Champions.

Come back later for the rest.

Here is my PhotoStory about fall:

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Fall Football

Meghan

10/20/09

L.A.

   I love cookies! My favorite kind is chocolate chip. (When they’re not put in the oven by me. See A—4) When my mom made them I asked her to take them out a little early. As I waited for them to cool I already could taste their light, fluffy, flavor. My mouth was watering like crazy. Mom poured me a glass of milk. The warm moist delicate taste filled my mouth. The melty and delightful chocolate chips touched my tongue. It was heaven in my mouth! The rich and delicious flavor fills my mouth every time I think about them. (I made some cookies when I was finished writing this). I love chocolate chip cookies, and hope you do too!!

Meghan
10/15/09
L.A.

One Sunday after church I was reading. (No surprise.) Then I heard a deafening crack. It sounded like a pebble when it hits a metal floor. There was a wail. I stopped reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows and looked up. My oldest younger brother Joshua was yelping in pain, I’d never witness and heard him crying like this before. There was loads of whining. I didn’t know what to do. I looked around. My mom was barging down the stairs with monstrous foot steps as if there was a fire. I was scared worried and faint like all at the same time. It took me a while to but I finally realized that my brother had blood gushing from his head. My mom was petrified with worry. My other brother was… I swiftly went to get him napkins. I could hear my heart aggressively pounding.
After about an hour my mom had called everyone in the family. My brothers head had not stopped pouring blood. We decided to go to the emergency room.
Joshua was crying ferociously now. I felt so bad for him. He was begging and pleading my mom not to make him go. My mom , my brothers and I drove to the emergency room and waited for Joshua to be called. The wait felt endless. The front desk people were stubborn. We were waiting for 4 HOURS or MORE and it felt like sick people. (If that feels like any thing.)
My brothers name was finally called. The doctor said that he would need staples. We impatiently waited and the crack. I winced in pain as my brother got his staples. It sounded just like a normal staple except you could feel the other dud’s pain. I was very appreciative when it was over. We could finally go home.

In art we were making pictures about something we would change about the world or something we liked. I choose to do world peace because I don’t  like the wars.  I’m hearing news about how may people have been ingured, and it just makes me hurt to think that kids just like me in other countries could be getting killed because of us. (America)

Meghan
10/8/09
L.A.

I love cooking. One day while my parents were at work, and my brothers and I were at home with our au pair; I decided to make cookies. I thought it would make my parents feel good. I wanted to make chocolate chip cookies. I made the batter just like always. Then I put the cookies in the oven. That was the part that went wrong.
I left them in the oven for the maximum time that the recipe suggested. While I was waiting for the timer to go off I smelled this horrible rank stench. It was some foul odor that smelled like burning leaves. I looked over and saw smoke. I efficiently turned the oven off. My brother Joshua and I opened all the windows in fear that the smoke detector would go off. There went the cookies.
I’ve decided not to use the oven without the help of an adult. Now, how will I clean up the mess?