Moving On

Tanner's days as an elementary school student are over. He is
officially in Jr. High. I can see him now, flirting with the 6th grade
girls, eating lunch at the "cool" table, hangin' with his classroom
buds.


No more field trips to the bowling alley or the trout pond. No
more feeding the ducks. These are just for the little kids. Now
that Tanner is in Jr. High he'll have to go to museums and
ballets and landmarks.

Bowling isn't that great but these buttons are sooo colorful!!


Tanner's teachers thought that he would love to throw bread
into the water to feed the ducks. They were wrong. He fed
himself.
Good-bye little elementary school, It's been a fun 6 years.

Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader?

Fifth grade was a good year. Fifth grade was a hard year. Fifth grade
was a year of big projects and great feats of memorization. And
since I expected Hailey to learn the curriculum then I had to
re-learn it as well.

Science Fair Project: We learned that rotten tomatoes can stink up
the whole house.


Invention Project: Each fifth grader had to come up with a unique
invention of their own and demonstrate it to the class.
-Introducing the "Shovel Shoe", you'll never have to bend over again-



State Project: Everything you ever wanted to know about New York!



Autobiography: "I was a cute bald baby who loved to smile but didn't
like to eat..."


Book Review: An dramatized book report


United States Presentation: tracing America's history through song

And that's not all.....
Hailey and I know all the states and capitals (go ahead, quiz me!)
We know all about Colonial America, slavery, immigration, explorers
We know how to change fractions into decimals
We know how to find the perimeter and area of geometrical shapes

Wow! I'm as smart as a fifth grader now!

Little Red Bike Tour 2010

I decided to join my mother and sisters in a little bike ride
which took us around Cache Valley's farmland. It was a
little bike ride which involved about 3000 other women,
all on bikes, some serious contenders and some riding just
for enjoyment. The hard core ladies rode 80 to 100 miles,
while the weak and wimpy rode 60 miles. I am one of the
weak and wimpy types. For four hours I pedaled with my
mom by my side. Every two or three minutes I heard "on
your left" by everyone who passed me. I really, really got
tired of hearing "on your left" so I decided to make a
comment every time.

"on your left" says a faster biker...
-----------gee, I haven't heard THAT before!
or
---------- no kidding!
or
----------I've been hearing that a lot today!
or
---------I feel better about myself already!
or
--------Yeah, and I'm on your right!

Once though I got to say it to a fellow biker.... "I'm passing
you VERY slowly on your left, in fact, we could possibly
have a small conversation while I'm passing".

Still, it was a fun ride. There was a rest stop every 15 miles
with great stuff to eat and drink. At the end we were treated
like royalty, given a crown and a fancy strawberry drink.
Then we hung out at the chocolate fondue tent and argued
about who was going to drive the car home.