Saturday, February 23, 2013

Many Different Topics

I am tired.
Not that,"Oh, yeah, Mom. I'm just too tired, I can't do the dishes" tired. I mean, like, staying up 'til 11 for two nights in a row, then spending five hours slipping down slides and doing cannonballs off of high dives and splashing the lifeguards and them telling you,"Hey kid, yeah, you! Quit runnin', you'll break your head."
I am tired.
But enough on that.
These past months have been a nightmare for Theo.
M&M&M&M&M (Meadow Mostly-Maniac-Maltipoo Melton) thinks Theo is some kind of chew toy that never, ever loses flavor. The only way to break up the fight is to pick M&M&M&M&M up, (wearing some kind of steel wool gloves) and give him some kind of delicacy, such as Tish's hair, or Amma's Baby Alive doll that will NEVER, EVER, EVER stop saying, "Heehee! I go peepee in my diapee! Mama, change pleeeeeeease!!!!" and/or "I wuuuvvv bananas!!!! More please!!!"
I really wouldn't mind if M&M&M&M&M chewed that thing up.
Well,
Help!
Love, Theo.
Chewww Tooyyy!!!
Love, M&M&M&M&M.
To Tish
Give me that!!!
AAAAAAA!!!!
Love, Amma.
Theo's not the only one who needs help!!!
Love, Tish.
Squeeeeeaaaaak!!!!
Love, Romeo.
And,
Bye!

-Chase

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Friends and St. Augustine

I have some great friends here in Florida now. Our school only has 234 kids enrolled in it, and it goes up to eighth grade, so you kind of get to know everyone in the school. (I have almost no friends outside of school.) On March 11th and 12th, our whole class will be taking an overnight field trip, (two days, one night) to St. Augustine. Now, don't freak out, but it's awesome. I came home giddy with excitement and I told my parents about the trip. I also told them one parent has to come. Immediately, Mom said, "DAD! HE'S GOING!!!" "But, Glennon..." "But, Craig... "Okay, fine." I smirked just a little so they culdn't see me. I guess I could see why they wouldn't want to go to St. Augustine with my whole class, but when my dad comes back from there with brand-new shades, a belly full of Cracker Barrel and a happy son, Dad will have his turn to smirk. I honestly think it'll be an awesome experience in St. Augustine. Oh, and just so you know, I am SO taking my camera so I can take pictures and my laptop to blog while I'm there. Well, who wouldn't? And now the girls are fighting about shoes and I have to pack for a sleepover, so, Ciao for now! -Chase

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

I'm Back!!!!

Wow. I feel horrible. I haven't posted a post in-what, two years? Wow again.
It would be so complicated to try to fit everything that happened it the last two years into one tiny blog post. So I will just sum it all up.
Brace yourselves, readers; this is crazy.
Okay. We moved to Naples, Florida. We got a new maltipoo puppy that we named Meadow then Phoenix then Meadow then Phoenix then Meadow. (He drives Theo crazy, but more on that later.)
We enrolled in an amazing school in Naples half an hour away from our house;(So worth the drive, though.) I had my tenth birthday, Tish had hers, and now here we are. (Note: My next posts will DEFINITELY not be as boring as this one. The only reason this one is not that entertaining is it's the first one in what feels like centuries.Well, more coming soon, but I'd better get to bed.

 P.S. It kills me to say this, but sometimes them-as in, my sisters can be kind of cute.

P.P.S. SOMETIMES...

-Chase

Monday, August 8, 2011

Paw-Perfect



Meet the canine love of my life.







Theo.
My dream dog.
He might as well be the furriest,cutest,most lovable,most chill dog in the world.

The day we got him.The happiest day of my life.

February 16, 2010.

Our family does to this dog what would totally freak any other dog out.

The morning we brought him home. I wish I had a video.
I woke up to my light,followed by slobber all over my face,followed by a DOG!
I will never forget that moment of my life.


And I encourage you, readers, to get a dog, because they bring loads of joy and happiness and love into your family.

-Chase








Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Seasick



Today my grandfather and I went on a fishing trip.
We were out trying to catch my second favorite fish in general and my favorite fish to eat; Rockfish.
Some people also call them stripers because of the stripes running down their bellies.
We were having a great time until we came to a very choppy part of the bay in Maryland's water.
I got super seasick, obviously the title of this post.

But I didn't want to admit it. Everyone other than me was having a great time:
Chatting away, eating sandwiches, having fun screaming at the top of their lungs: FISH ON!!!
But then I realized how totally and fully completely dumb I was being not getting my bottom out of that chair and telling them that I was seasick and that if nobody got me a bucket or a bowl or anything to puke in that I was gonna jump right off of that boat and drown myself to death.

But, I was even dumber.

I held it in.

The guys didn't even find out until I actually did puke.

After I puked, Bubba said:
"Do" you want to go lie down in the cabin?"
"No." I replied.
He said it again.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He said it one more time.
"Do you think you're gonna live?"
"Not at all."

So, I went down and I took a nap in the cabin.
After about half an hour, I woke up to the sound of waves crashing against the boat.
We had gone through the choppy wave place again.

Immediately, I puked again.

Bubba said:
"Hang in there, buddy. We're almost home."
That was defenitely a huge relief.
He hopped out of the cabin.
I heard some body scream:" LAND HO!!!!!!"

Well, after I heard that, I felt so happy that I felt Iike jumping out of the cabin's bed and doing a front flip out of the cabin and landing on the roof of the boat. But, right before I actually thought I might do a front flip out of the cabin and land on the roof of the boat, I realized that I was really sea sick and I lied down again.
After I lied down again, someone screamed my name. I had a big rockfish on my line!
I got out of bed and walked vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy to my fishing rod and started reeling the big rockfish in.The rockfish fought really hard.It took all my strength to get it close. When it finally got close to the boat, Ross netted it and measured it."Thirty-four inches," he said.

I don't mean to brag, but thirty-four inches is two inches taller than Amanda. If you don't know who Amanda is, feel free to read my first post on my blog.

Well,

All in all,it was acually a pretty fun trip.

After all, I DID catch A HUGE ONE!

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Singing in the Shower



I bet you know how boys are supposed to do separate things than girls are supposed to do. I do lots of things that girls are supposed to do. For instance, screaming so high-pitched that it shatters my mom's glass vase, sitting down when I have to pee, and singing in the shower. That's what I want to talk about right now. I sing in the shower as much as I breathe. Another thing that I do like a girl is I don’t just sing in the shower; I dance in the shower too. I love dancing. I was born to dance. Ask me any pop song: I know ‘em all.

Anyway, I think I sing in the shower hdhgtfggfdkfkrgj. I meant to say that I sing in the shower zfnhndfdxggdhdyctdc. TISH! My little sister, TISH did that. OOPS. TISH! She did it again, didn’t she.
Goobye for now , readers,
-sxfrt5tgtvtg6
TISh!!!!!!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Mandy Misser


Well, first of all,I want to admit it. I have not been writing posts for a pretty long time. So I wanted to get back to you about that. I will try my hardest not to be a jerk and not write a terrible post.

It starts like this:


I have a aunt named Mandy in this country called Rwanda which I bet none of you readers have even heard about. Anyway, she has been stuck in this tiny country in Africa for almost eight and a half months and she is coming back home on December fifteenth. Everyone in my family misses her very much. She gets sick a lot. One reason she could possibly get sick is being bitten by a mosquito. Mosquitoes in Central Africa carry a horrible disease called malaria. Malaria is very hard to fight off. People in Central Africa sleep under things called mosquito nets. These nets hang from the ceiling above beds. The mosquito nets surround you while you are sleeping and protect you so that you will not get any mosquito bites and so you will not get malaria.We do this thing called Skype where you set up a time and date and you go to Skype.com and you get to see each other face-to-face. Do not get worried. Mandy does not and has not had Malaria. [Phew!] The people that own the house Mandy is living in have two pet cranes. I have seen pictures of them and they are beautiful. Mandy has also seen baby gorillas and she says they are totally adorable.I miss her the most. I'm so happy that she will be coming back so soon! YAHOO!