My Voondava Weekend

  Over the weekend I went to work with my uncle. I can't say it was bad, and I can't say that it was good.
When we first got to the house that we were suposed to completely destroy, we had to take all of the tools wich weight about 600 lds. all together. This took atleast one entire hour to do. We had to set up two long shelfs with one story high compartments, just to fit 2/3 of the tools. After we got the tools something unexpeted happened!
  My Uncle asked me to pick up all the mess in the front room and vacume. The strange thing is that I liked doing the cleaning jobs! After a while, I couldn't stop cleaning. But ,finally it was time. We started the demolishion! We took down an entire wall. We had to take down trim, so that we could stick a crow-bar behind the wall to pry it off.
  After the wall was done we went to go eat lunch. After lunch we returned to a house that is going to be nothing in a few days. When we got back to the house, my Uncle told me that I needed to clean up all of the dust, wall pieces, and vacume up the spiders and webs. I was never happier in my life.
  When I go all of my cleaning done, It was time to leave. The next day, when we returned, there wasn't much to do exept tear apart a hallway wall, and the bathroom. My Uncle let me do the hallway by myself, because he thought that it would take me a while so he could help my brother. I cleared the wall in less that two hole minutes. My Uncle was seriously impressed.
   After I took down the wall the owners came and asked me and my brother of a favor. They wanted me and my brother to help them move some boxes out of one of the houses to a different one up the road. After me and my brother did that we got an extra ten dollers! My Uncle got extremely jealous, although he makes $43.50 an hour. He also gets paid for lunch, lunch time, hotel rents (because he lives in Idaho), and also his trip down to Colorado.
   He said we are making what he makes in an hour a day. So we are getting paid very good, but not as good as he is. So, for working the wekend, we are getting $136 for the weekend. We also just finished for the time being, and won't be able to return. Well me and my brother won't. So I hope that I will be able to come back to the house some time soon. If you have done a job, and you are reading this, you should tell me about it, or make a blog for it.

B-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

My Upcoming Birthday

My Birthday is in a few days on March 31. I am Very excited for this special ocasion. When it comes time for my birthday, I will already trying to find presents to open. I will have a kindda small party. The only ones coming will be my family. When I find out what my parents got me, and were they take me, I will be about ready to explode with excitement. 

  My brother will probably tell me all of my preasent's and were my party will be. He usually does that every year. But I just really can'nt wait for my party, and to see all of my family there to have a good time. I will be turning 13. When the time comes, I wont be able to sleep because of all the rushing ecitment.

After the party I will probably come home and get a good nites rest. I will do this because party'ing is a really hard thing to do. LoL, im just kidding. I might just stay in my brothers room playing my XbOx with him. I will mayby ask him what it is like for him when he turrned 13. My only preasents that I want is to get money from my parents and famiy, and also to be able to work for my uncle at his clients house demolishing the whole house.
  As usual, my cousan will probable slam my face into the cake. Thus ruining it for everyone, but me!! But my cousan hasen't done that to me for years. I wonder what it was like to get your face slammed into a cake, then have frosting go up your nose.









 Im sure that what ever I have done to me, it will be a rush. Why don't any of my veiwers post an embarising picture of their face getting slammed into a cake. Or you can tell me about a halariouse birthday acident that will be a smash.

A really Good Book Reveiw

Touching Spirit Bear: My Point of View

by: Jerimiah Hanson

Hi, my name Is Jerimiah Hanson. I would like to share with you, a chapter of a book that i like. The book is about trust and forgiveness. Cole Mathews, the main charictor is a troubled kid with a bad record. He is beeing introduced to a healing circle that will change his life and the ones he hurt. The circle justice is Going to send him to a special place.... The Island. Little does he know is that is where he is going to change his life.
  When Cole was on his way to the island, he was handcuffed. There was a security guard with him. He also had two Tinglat native Americans with him. One was a strong structured man named Garvey. The other was a pot bellied man named Edward. Wen they arrived at the island, the guard took off the hand cuffs, and walked away. That night, Cole tried to make an escape. He misarabely failed. Then out of anger and frustration, he burned all of his supplies and his shelter. When the fire died down he went over and found a charred knife. He took the knife and thought about the story that Garvey had told him. He had been told about the majic spirit bear. A pure white bear that was on the neighboring islands. When cole got deep into thought. When Cole started to focus on his surroundings, he notecsed the white figure of a bear.
  Cole was extremely astonished. Then just as it had appered, it dissapered. Cole felt a sudden rage that was building up inside of him. Cole broke out into a frenzy. He yelled at the bear calling him a coward. Cole did this until he fell tired. He planned to escape the next day. When he woke the next morning, he felt groggly. When he looked to his left he found the bear there again, not even fifty feet away. He got up with anger building again. Why isn't the bear scared of him he thought to himself. Cole went over to the woods, found a small birch tree with almost straight branches. He cut off the branch with the knife he had found. He sharpened it into a makeshift spear.
  When Cole turned around again, the bear was gone. Satisfied with the thought, he went fishing. He brought the spear down hard on the fish. He felt it wiggle and squrm. After that he fixed his meal, and sat for a while at the nice, warm fire he had built. Then deep in concentration, he thought back to why he was here in the first place.
  It all started with a deadly fight. He had found out that a kid named Peter had snitched on him. When Cole found out about it, he began imagining the bloody fight. After school, he cornered peter. He began pummeling him. He slammed his head into the ground repeatedly. When the kids pulled him off, he looked at the bloody, dismangled body of Peter. In satisfaction of his work, he made one last move. He spit at the poor boy.
  Cole came out of thinking to the sound of a twig breaking. He looked up in time to see the Spirit bear. Cole became outraged. He walked to the bear until he was only ten feet away. He charged the bear. The bear deflected his spear and flung Cole like he weighed nothing.
  Then the real attack began. The bear lunged at Cole, slamming him with brute force. The bear pawed at him, tearing flesh, and breaking bones. Cole fell to the ground, and the bear bit his right arm, breaking the bone. He flung Cole back and forth with the arm in the bears mouth. Cole used his other arm to beat the bear in the face. When Cole was almost out of effort, he gave one last swing. When the bear dropped him, it just hovered over him, like he was nothing but dirt. Then the bear gave one final effort. He placed his paw on Coles chest giving one last final push, in which broke several of Coles ribs.
  After the fight the bear walked away from Cole as if nothing had happened. It showed no satisfaction. When the bear was out of sight, Cole finally took a look at his suroundings. He had noticed that there was a big bird returning to her nest. Cole took a look at that for a while. He figured that the entire proces of life was in a big circle like Garvey had said. He watched the mama bird give food to her young. When Cole looked at the birds, he didn't feel outraged. He felt compassion. He was glad that the birds were alive. He was glad that they would get to live and live a full life.
  Cole Mathews sat there for two days when a storm finally hit the island. The storm was a very bad one. it sent lightning off right next to the tree. The tree split in half. Cole Mathews passed out after the lightning struck. When he woke with a sudden fright for the birds, he looked to the left to find the tree broken on the ground. Next to the tree was the mom'ma bird searching for her young. Cole looked at the tree trying to help to, when he found the small bird nest. He suddenly and unecpectidly, said in a soft tone, "are you ok".
  Cole again fell into a sleep, only to be awoken by the spirit bear towering over him. Cole wondered if it had come back to finsh what it had started, or if it thought he was already dead. Cole reached out to the bear and touched its fur. The bear made no sudden movements, but stood there silent and still. Cole pushed his hand through the fluffy white hair, to find the warmth of his skin. Cole felt a warmth of feelings on the inside. He found that the sirit bear was strong, confident, and proud. He could not be beat. This bear was the only thing keeping Cole alive. Cole found that the bear was filling him with strength, and determination to live.