nailed in the head with a rock

The other day I went swimming at my friends house. Little did I know that I would received a near fatal injury. As I was swimming a rock hit my arm and since I was under the diving board I thought maybe it had just fallen off of it. But suddenly I was nailed in the middle of my forehead with a rock. This happened Wednesday and it still hurts today and it is Friday.
The culprit of my injury was the pesky neighbor boy down the street. He snuck into his neighbor's (the Stake President) back yard and was throwing rocks over the fence at us girls to get are attention. This is a WARNING to all boys....DON'T THROW ROCKS AT GIRLS TO GET THERE ATTENTION!

My Big Toe

For a long time I have been told mean things about my big toes. Frankly, I think my big toes are pretty. I really don't think anything is wrong with them. They are the large size but that is good for better stability when I stand. There are two people in particular that are constantly making fun of my big toe, I think the only reason they make fun of my toes is to higher their self -esteem about their own toes. When you look at their feet their big toes they are shorter than the toe next it, and that is really weird. I told them toes should be in graduating heights, not short, way long then, short, shorter, shortest. They just told me that it was a sign of intelligence, but obviously not because they don't know how say nice things about my toes.

Crawdads

Just this last monday we went crawdad fishing with our neighbors the sieberts. This was lots of fun except for when I was being chased around with crawdads. For those of you who don't know crawdads have little pinchers and I don't think it would be fun getting pinched by one. When we were crawdad fishing I was convinced that I must conquer my fear of touching the crawdad and pick one up. I had my helpful neighbor Julia coach me on how to hold the crawdad and then finally she trained me enough to be able to pick one up all by my self. I thought I could say I am not afraid to hold a crawdad, but then later that next day I realized that maybe my fear was not totally over, because when my grandpa came over and wanted to eat a crawdad and my mom sent me down the freezer to get some I had a hard time doing it with their beady corpsy little eyes staring in to mine I could not bring my self to touch one so I just scooped them up with the bowl. Maybe I'm over my fear of live crawdads just not dead ones.

Hair

Hair is something that helps express ones personality something that helps define you. Sometimes you wonder what people were thinking when they were fixing their hair that morning, were they trying to be funny or do they really think their hair looks good. For example a few days ago I was sitting behind a lady and her hair was so big and so ratted I couldn't see around her, either could the people on each side of me. It was the largest orb like thing I have ever seen. A huge rats nest on a tooth pick.

Flys

Yesterday there was a ginormous fly in our house. After we killed it my older brother Kyler chased me around the house with a dead fly in his fingers. Its not that I am afraid of a fly but I really just don't want to touch a dead one. I had to check before I went to bed if the fly was in my bed because he had threatened to put it in there earlier. little did I know he was brainstorming other things to do with the fly. Well the next day I went to school and at lunch time everything seemed to be normal except for when i went to get my drink there was a fly taped to the front of it, the same fly my brother was teasing me with the day before. There was also something else that happened to me at lunch. My peanut butter sandwich tasted funny and it just happened to be sitting right next to my drink with the fly. And since flies and mosquitoes are so much alike I just hope Kyler knows that if I die from west nile virus he gets to pay for every thing.