Pigs, Pigs, And More Pigs

Today, Morgan and I got to choose the pigs that we wanted to bring to the Grant and Adams fairs. I told myself that I would only get black pigs, but sure enough I got a white pig. (But don't forget, I still got 1 black pig.) I already picked out names, too. The white pig is named Junior because, compared to his brothers, he's HUGE. I named the black pig Cheyenne because I wanted to name Piper that. I even named one of Grimmers' horses Cheyenne. I hope that Junior won't bite and be too aggressive because every time I have a white pig, I'm happy when the people load them up to go to the butcher.

Future Job

I've recently decided that when I grow up, I want to be a clothing designer. I have a binder with more than thirty sketches in it. My friend Jacie and I both make designs. The only thing that now needs done is that Jacie needs a sewing machine and I need to learn how to work one. Jacie just got her own room, so she says she's going to turn it into a studio. Dad is thinking of making a building to do popcorn in (that way we could use the garage for an actual garage) and he is planning on building a loft in it so Mom can scrapbook and sew and do all that stuff. I asked her if I could get a desk and put it up there. Then, I could have my own little studio myself. Jacie even thought that when we grow up we could open our own business.

Science Fair

On March 26, I was part of the 5th Grade Science Fair. My project was called "All Stained Up" (it involved wood stain.) Mr. Skeen, my teacher, and my mom took A LOT of pictures. Mom even took pictures of Carson and I (we were set up beside each other), since we were soooo "competitive". I don't think so. Mom also said that in preschool we would race to see who could get through the doors first. At piano, Carson asked how many points I had and how many times I had earned a prize. That's how this whole thing started. The Science Fair ended 15 minutes after it was supposed to because a bunch of 3rd graders kept coming in.

Carolyn Winder's Funeral

On March 25, Patty Robbins took me to Carolyn Winder's funeral. The primary kids had to sing "I Am a Child of God". But, the first time we sang, it was in Spanish. The second time was English. When we sang Spanish, everyone looked at us like we were aliens. Also, little girls that were strangers came and sang with us. Who knows how they knew the song in Spanish. After I sang, Charity, Patty's daughter, and I went to the nursery. There was a little girl that kept wanting to throw the ball at us! She did. It kept hitting me in the face. Finally, her dad came and got her.