Strawberry shakes from McD's are good. But I've never tasted them. Mmhm. Do you know what they put in those things? Remember Disgusting Food Fact Friday? Remember those little bugs? I can't post a link, sorry. But the little bugs they use to make the shake pink? But they're good. It would be a lot better if they used real milk and real strawberries, but it's still really yummy. But I've never had one. Never. ;) Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye. :)
It's nice to be blogging from a computer, not a phone. I saw my blog template for the first time in months and it gave me warm fuzzies. I'm very pleased with the work I did on it. Makes me want to make more templates. :) That reminds me, I need to check on my test blog before they delete it. Anyway, I've only got a few minutes left, so I'm going to go do that.... homeschoolblogger.com/jennastestblog
I've missed blogging more than I thought I would. :-/
Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye. :)
Don't forget to Stumble It!
Hello faithful blog readers! It's been a while since I've blogged, hasn't it? I got my hair cut and dyed. :D We went to walmart and got it cut, I dunno, 3, 3 1/2 inches short and got blue highlights. It does need squirted with water and combed every morning, but I have to say that I like short hair better. Sorry, I'm not going to post a picture of it because I don't know how to put pictures here when I'm using a cell phone. So.... Yeah. Well, I guess I'll be done here so I can read my books. Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye. :)
Okay, I'm considering moving to Wordpress. Same blog, same person. I'd be sharing with Jacob, probably, but that's twice the fun! I was going to quietly move without telling anyone, but I checked my sitemeter and found out that I have on average 47 visits a day! That, I did not know. So I am currently blogging at WP, but I want to know if you guys would be up to still visiting my blog if I moved. Let me know, you could even comment anonymously. That's fine with me. Just let me know. If you are my father, please don't bother commenting. I don't care what you think. Anyone else, go ahead and comment away.
Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye. 
BTW, this is post #150! That's including drafts, sorry. :)
There's another entry below this one that only friends of mine can read. If you have an HSB account, login and PM me telling me who you are and asking me to add you. It's easy to create an account at HSB, just go to homeschoolblogger.com. Anyway, it's blocked because my retarded father is stalking me. Retarded is not nearly strong enough, but there aren't any strong enough words that would be okay to post here. :-/
Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye.
Guess what I found? Well, you probably know what I found if you paid any attention at all to the title of this post. I was just a-looking at firefox addons (because I like addons because I'm cool that way) and I stumbled upon Stumble Upon. It seemed pretty cool and it had 5 stars and a gajillion ratings and whatever, so I downloaded it.
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What? You want to know what I think about it? I think it rocks! It's a firefox toolbar, so that means it sits right up there by the address bar in your internet browser (in my case, this is firefox) so it's always sitting there watching every move you make. Freaky, I know. But anyway, click the Stumble button and it will take you to a random site. )However, this site will not be completely random, because before you get stumbling, you have to login and select all the thing you are interested in. For example, Music, Art, Animals, Funny, etc, etc, etc.) If you like the site, click the little blue 
thing, and if you don't like it, click the little blue 
thing. You are not required to rate anything, but if you do, it will bring up more pages you like, and less that you don't like.
I hope that was understandable to at least a couple people out there. :)
Next post will be about our awesome motorcyclist bodyguards. They've even got codenames, like Stormy, Firedog, Taz, Animal, Stitch.... Okay, that's another story.
Oh, by the way, I added a little Stumble button to my blog below each post. If you like this post, Stumble it!
Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye.
Okay, you like news, right? Of course, who doesn't like news?
You're probably wondering a lot of things... I'll start with the questions you asked.
1) Do you have a special routine for writing? I have my laptop that now spends most of it's time (guess where?) on my lap. If I have an idea for a story, I sit down and start writing. Most of the time I get these really cool ideas and start writing but then I realize I don't have information on the subject. :)
2) Are you studying any new subjects in your schoolwork this fall? Not this fall, but this winter I'm going to be studying for college. I'd like to get a degree in veterinary care and (get this) criminology. That way if I stink at being a vet, I can be a cop, and if I stink at being a cop, I can be a vet. I'd like to be either an animal cop or just a regular cop, but I'd like to be involved in fighting crime or helping animals.
3) Which do you prefer: winter in Arizona or in Missouri? Hm, well... I really don't remember winters in AZ because we left just after I turned 11 in August. I am really enjoying the Missouri weather... I love cold weather and snow and ice, so I guess I'll have to say Missouri winters. :)
Okay, ya wanna know what's been going on? Here, read this:
My dad and my brother John did really bad things (when I say really bad, I mean really, really bad) to some of my siblings and they are both gone (out of the house) and are never coming back. I have very strong feelings about this, and I am not going to state them here. HSB would ban me or something. :)
Feel free to ask questions, but I can't guarantee that I will answer them. :)
Sorry for not posting for so long, between writing up guitar loan contracts and hacking facebook, I haven't had much time for my blog. We'll get back to the story in a few days. :)
Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye. :)
Oh, BTW, I really haven't been hacking facebook, just trying. :D
Okay, I figured I might as well post the answers to questions you did not ask, as well as the answers to the questions you did ask. Here you go:
Does the story have a title? No, the story does not have a title at the moment. Give me your ideas via comments. :)
How many chapters are there in the story? The story has 11 chapters. That's right, it'll take 11 posts to be done with it.
Have you been riding Star lately? No, for various reasons. One of them is because I have a cold and horses can catch colds from humans.
Are you going to give anymore quizzes? Probably not, but you never can tell for sure.
Are you still playing guitar? Yes, because I haven't been riding Star I've been playing guitar more than usual.
Have you learned any new songs? I just learned A Cowboy's Lament earlier today.
Do you have anything funny to post? Ya know, it's funny you should ask because I just found this hilarious Tim Hawkins video.
Can we be done with the Q's and A's and watch the video now? Yes, thank you for participating and enjoy!
Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye.
Okay, it looks like I scared everyone off with my quizzing. :D Alright, answer time! An atom is made up of....
Neutrons, Protons, and Electrons! Here is what an atom looks like:
There ya go, you've had your science lesson for the day. Now you can tell your friends you know what an atom is made up of.
Okay, I'll leave you alone and let you get to the story. Enjoy!
Chapter Five
I knew how I could get the money for a horse before my birthday. Julie! Julie’s been saving money since she was two or three and she’s never spent any of it. I realize that this would be the first time I’ve mentioned Julie in this book. That wasn’t intentional, I’ve just been a little busy writing about other things that I forgot about her. I also forgot to write much about Mom. I guess I’m just a Daddy’s Boy. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom. It’s just that now that I’m a teenager, Dad and I talk about the same sort of things like electronics and football and stuff. Two of his most favorite things. The funny thing is though, he doesn’t ever want to talk about what I want to talk about. Mom would, though, so I don’t understand why I don’t go to her instead. I guess it’s just because Dad and I are guys. Even Julie would gladly talk about horses with me. Ponies, that is. Though that would be better than TV and football, it’s still really different. Like, I’m a guy and I’m talking to a little girl about ponies. And they’re not even real colors of ponies. They have to be pink and purple and rainbow ponies. I really don’t get it. I mean, she talks like a horse lover, sure. But when we’re talking real horses, she always tries to squeeze in something like: “When I grow up I’m going to get a pink pony.” And stuff like that. And that’s in reply to my “I’d like a good cutting horse when I grow up.” See what I mean? It really bugs me sometimes. It’s not too bad most of the time, but it can get pretty annoying. So when she turns on the pink pony talk I just excuse myself to go to the bathroom and not come back. Sneaky, I know. But necessary. Absolutely necessary.
“Hey Mom, do you know where Julie is?” I asked.
“Yes dear, she’s up in her room,” Mom replied.
I went upstairs to Julie’s room. The door was shut. I knocked.
“Who is it?” I little voice answered.
“It’s me,” I said. “Phil.”
“What do you want?”
“I just wanted to ask you a question,” I answered, getting a little impatient.
“About what?” she asked.
“About… about horses.”
She cracked the door and peered out at me.
“Come in,” she told me. So I went in her room. She gestured towards a table with two chairs all set up and asked, “Tea, Phil?”
“Uh, sure!” I answered, and sat down. She poured me a cup of cold water, and offered me cream and sugar. I played along for a little while till she got serious and said, “Let’s get down to business.” I hid a smile and cleared my throat.
“Well, I was thinking, Julie,” I began. “You have a lot of money, right?”
“What do you have to do with it?” she interrupted.
“Well, you like horses, right?”
“Yes.”
“How much money do you have?” I asked.
“About 600 dollars, last time I checked,” she replied.
My mouth fell open. 600 dollars??? I knew she’d gotten about $100 for every birthday she’d ever had but I’d never really thought about it. If I had never bought that bike… or that collectors knife set. Or that… I would be rich!
“Julie…” I started. “You know you have enough money for your very own pony? Maybe even more than one.” Julie shrugged. I couldn’t believe it! Here she was, rich, and she didn’t even think about buying anything with it! This was pretty good news for me.
“Well, Julie… you know I really like horses, right?”
She nodded.
“OK, do you know how much money I have?”
She shook her head.
“I only have about $150. And, the lowest price Dad could find on horses was about $300. So I was wondering if you were going to use your money.”
She got up and walked around the room like a little lady and when she finally came back to me she said,
“I might be able to make you a loan, Phil,” she said, very business-like.
“How much?” I asked.
“Hmmm…”
“I need about $150.”
“I need some time to think it over. Come back later.” With that she escorted me out of her room and shut the door behind me. That didn’t go as well as planned, I thought. Not at all as well as I had planned. I had hoped she’d just give me the money. Not make me a loan! Crazy kid. I wouldn’t accept her offer. Not in a hundred years. It was just the thought about being in debt to my kid sister. Nah. I’d wait till my birthday. Not too far away now. Just a few more weeks. You can wait, Phil, I told myself. You can wait a few weeks. I knew it’d be hard, but I knew I could do it. Maybe a few of my gifts would be early. Though that had almost never happened, it still could. It still could…
I hope you enjoyed that! Chapter Six coming tomorrow or the day after... it depends on how many comments I get. 
Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye.
Okay, before I let you read chapter four, I'm going to give you something to think about whilst you read. Can anyone tell me what an atom is made up of? I'll give you a hint, an atom is made of of three things. I know what they are. Please don't cheat by looking it up. Not even in the dictionary. Isn't that funny how people say, "Please don't cheat by looking it up" when they really mean "Don't cheat by looking it up." I guess it's nicer to say please.
Okay, here ya go. Enjoy! Bonne Lecture!
Chapter Four
Dad’s email about the horse was replied to. They had already sold the little mare. I asked Dad to look for more horses and he said that the lowest price he could find was $300. Twice as much as I had. I had to start saving again. I had my weekly allowance. So that was another three dollars to add to my savings. My birthday was coming up. I always asked for money for my birthday. A lot of those relatives that never come to visit don’t know what a 14-15 year old boy wants and needs. So I always ask for money. Aunt Beth and Uncle Keith always sent me about $100. I’d always go out the next day and spend it all on candy and cheap toys. But not this time. This time, I’d be saving. My birthday is on November 15th. I’d have a little more than a month to wait. I hated waiting. But by my birthday, I’d have enough to cover the cost of a horse. I made up a sort of chart.
AB & UK: $100
AL & UC: $20
GR & GR: $15
GW & GW: $30
YEARLY ALLOWANCE: $168
TOTAL
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$333
Based on the amount of money I receive each year, I guesstimated how much I would get yearly. Without my allowance, I’d only have $165 a year. I already have $150, so $165 would make my savings $315! I’d have enough! All I had to do was wait a month. But that was the hard part. I counted the days till my birthday. Still another month. I thought of ways to make the time go faster. More work, I told myself. I was right. Work did make the days go faster. A couple more weeks, and I’d be able to buy my horse. I was able to do my work happily, knowing that after this, I’d be riding. Of course, I was happy with Shiloh. She was a great friend. I let her sleep in my bed every night. But there was a problem. I couldn’t ride a Blue Heeler. A Great Dane or Great Pyrenees, maybe. But not a little dog like Shiloh. She was still a pup, besides. I wanted something to go check fences on. Like a quad. But horses are so much better than quads. I even had my argument with Dad all planned out. Horses live on grass, not gas. Horses repair themselves if they break down. Horses are just better. If there’s anyone reading this that needs some ideas to use, feel free to use mine.
So, Dad wasn’t too keen on the idea of me getting a horse, but I knew he’d let me if I paid for it. Mom didn’t care what I did with the barn. She just wanted a garden. It’s funny how Mom and Dad have such different hobbies, yet still like each other and understand each other’s want to do something. Mom likes to be out in the sun digging up worms and getting dirt under her nails, something that should be a guys job, in my mind. While Dad prefers to sit on the couch all day and watch football though he never actually wants to get out and play football. It’s all very strange. At least to me. If I were ever going to get married, which I hope I do, I’d marry a wife that had the same interests as me. Like horses. How Mom and Dad ever met is beyond me. Dad hardly ever goes outside and Mom hardly ever comes in. I tell you, I’m going to meet my wife in the Great Outdoors. At least I hope I do, anyway.
I was eagerly awaiting my birthday, but I didn’t tell Mom or Dad that I was. That was a secret that was just between Shiloh and me. I shared all my secrets with Shiloh. I knew she’d never tell them, that’s why. I just hoped no scientist came up with a shot or potion or something that made dogs able to talk. I’d be so busted if that happened, because Shiloh knew every secret I ever had. That included the time I stole a chocolate bar from a store and didn’t get caught for it. It wasn’t too long ago, so I still considered it a punishable crime. Or the time I told Mom I was doing my homework when I was really watching a movie. There were a lot more things Shiloh knew, and I didn’t want anybody to know them but me and Shiloh. That’s how much I loved that dog.
Okay, have you had enough time to think? Don't ask your parents, don't look it up... anywhere. If you know it (or think you know it), post it here. Please. 
Forgot what we were talking about? Here's your big question:
What is an atom made up of?
Have fun!
Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye.