Last day of school

Check it out...Last Day of School. Yes, that's right. Last Day of School. OH wait...I actually like school. I don't want summer vacation. Oh, that's OK, Mom and Dad put me in the summer session. I only get 3 weeks of vacation, then back to half days. yipeeee.

In the meantime, check out my hat this morn and check out me belting out the classroom hits for the Puddletown Las Day Celebration. I am the best singer ever.

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My daddy

Well my daddy went away this past weekend. He went to Breitnebush with our friend Joss. Daddy and Joss did 2 days or riding...they were supposed to anyway. Our car broke down on the way down, and daddy waited along I-5 for 2 hours until the tow guy came. Then he had to go to Joss' to borrow their other car. Daddy made it to have dinner with Joss on Saturday. What would they do for thier Sunday ride. Please see the picture below.



That's right folks. Daddy and Joss Rode 7 HOURS, 30 MINUTES, 18 Seconds. Damn. Look at that time again. I will only say this once. My daddy may not be able to beat up your daddy, but he'll stomp him on the bike.

weekend

Wheeeew...what a weekend. I am tired. On Friday we took the bus...



to the 2007 Portland Rose Festival. Rides, rides, rides, cotton candy, soda, elephant ears, corn dogs, carmel corn, and OHHHHHH the HUMANITY. (actually, I don't know what most of those aforementioned "treats" are. Though I did get some regular popcorn. nice.)



Here I am on stage with Willie the something-or-another....I can't recall his name. What's important is that I was on stage. I rocked. I was short and wayyyyy cuter than the other bozos up on the stage.



Then it was time for some rides. Here I am on the Magic Bus or something. You can just barely see the top of my hat in the very back compartment.



Now my favorite the SLIDE. Dad wanted to go with me or at least help me up the stairs, but I said "daddy go". I got my carpet, walked up the stairs by myself, climbed on and ripped down. Not super well, but man it was fun.



Last ride. I had no nap. Glazed eyes, tight mouth, not looking at the parents. Wow, just like being a teenager.

And that was my weekend. At least the start. On Saturday we had the Puddletown (my school) fundraising garage sale. We donated and momma bought stuff, daddy grumbled and mumbled. I went with daddy to Therapeutic Associates on Sunday to give to massages to two ballet dancers. I love going there because I can run and play with anything I want. This time I used 200 post-it notes and imitated the garage sale by putting "price tags" on everything. Dad got mad and said we'd have to go home and chop the cherry tree in our back yard down so we could make more paper for post-it notes. I didn't see the relation...

Big Fall

So...The Big Fall. Momma and I went to the SE Farmer's Market a couple of weeks ago. It was a blast. I had some snacks (healthy of course) and met up with some buddies. We were running around and I tripped and hit the deck. The whole Farmer's Market got quiet and everyone went "ohhhhhhh". Damn. Damn. Damn. That hurt. We're talkin' both hands (palms of course), both knees. Really good. Luckily mom and dad both crashed a lot as bike racers, so we have, like, the PRO body repair kit. I even had some surgical gauze on my knees like the riders in the Tour de France get. But, man did it hurt.