I'm only 6 days late

On my dad's side of the family, we did our Pioneer Day celebration on the 26th of July. Well of course just now I'm deciding to write about it. I'm rationing that it's still July, so it's okay. I took some pictures of the fireworks we did, and am deciding names for them respectively.

Frizzy hair

As beautiful as it looks, picture this as someone's hair. It's every girl's nightmare not being able to control frizzy hair. Their are multiple hair care products out there for controlling frizzy hair. Now just imagine, all of those hair care products literally disappear in some freak way. There is no possible way to make any more. Just imagine all that chaos...sales in scrunchies and ponytails bands would suddenly go up. It would be the female's response to the disappearance of all that frizz control.

The story of an average suburban female and her husband after the disappearance of frizz control.

"JimJimJimJim JIM!!" 

"What is it Caroline, has Susan gotten into our flour supply again?"

"No Jim, it's worse than that! I was going to take a shower, and the conditioner is gone!"

"Caroline, we probably just used it all, what's the big deal about that conditioner anyway?"

Caroline looks at Jim with crazed eyes, one of her eyebrows seems perpetually raised in concern all of a sudden.

"Jim, normally I would just go and buy some more, but look at the TV and internet!"

Jim then proceeds to look at the news on TV and multiple articles on the internet.

"I don't understand Caroline...all frizz control products...gone?"

"You've seen it Jim...maybe somebody's pulling some elaborate prank! This will all be over come a few weeks, I'll just use shampoo for now."

Weeks later...

"Jim, my last ponytail band snapped! Will you go out and buy some more?"

Caroline gestured to a commercial on TV.

"Those kind specifically, it says that they have dual strength and help keep frizzy hair matted down!"

And so the females of the world that cared about frizzy-ness were doomed to ponytails, braids, buns, and pigtails for the rest of eternity. The end.

Wish upon a dandelion

My mom is a novice gardener that is testing her green thumb in our backyard. I have to give her props, she's been reading books, maintaining a successful compost pile, and making the most out of the soil in our backyard, which is really crappy. The garden has produced lots of good things, but unintentionally produces weeds like any garden out there. While we were waiting for dinner, I was in my Grandma's backyard with her. I picked a dandelion and blew on it, making a wish. Aww, isn't that sweet? Not for mom, the gardener.  

I told her that I made a wish and she scrunched up her face and proclaimed that it would make more weeds.

That killed the mood faster than tri-strength weed killer, if such a thing exists.   

In my defense, the wind would have picked up eventually and the seeds would have blown wherever they desired at the time. My grandmother has a garden too, and the dandelion that I picked was very near the garden. I blew the seeds the opposite direction of the garden. The day has been saved yet again!

Neon microorganisms

 That's about all I can think of that would be appropriate for this kind of picture. If you've ever taken biology, then you'll know that when your teacher hands you some algae from his fish tank to look at, you wish it would be more exciting. For the most part, all you really see is a few squiggly lines and maybe something little bug things that resembles a dust mite that you see in vacuum cleaner commercials.  Wouldn't it be cool if you looked under the microscope and saw this instead? Don't deny it, this would make class more fun and maybe people wouldn't skip class so much. I can just see the thoughts running through young adolescent minds now:

"Oh man, I really need to get my grade up in biology, so instead of skipping, I'll actually go! I know today is the day we're looking at stuff under microscopes, I can't wait to see what beauties await me under that slide of algae!" 

There would be so many more scientists of all kinds if this were a thing.

The ultimate Ferris Wheel

Yuck, I really hate Ferris Wheels. I can handle most roller coasters just fine, but I hate being suspended in the air for a long period of time and having nothing to do but observe how high up you are. 

This is a Ferris Wheel that has magically being suspended really high up in the air, neon lights and everything. The people that are on this are either thrilled or petrified because their spouse/significant other/family has forced them to go on it and now look what's happened. All they can do is wait while the rescue helicopters arrive and attempt to get everyone out safely. 

I don't know if many other of these firework pictures have story potential, so you can just enjoy them in plainness. 

I'm sure the pioneers appreciate the lovely fireworks we do in their behalf. And now to go out

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BANG!

I accidentally my motivation

For those of you who don't speak internet memes, I just don't know if I have enough motivation to keep this up, or at least not daily. Oh well! Time to write about something that tickles my fancy, something that's makes me squee with a child-like innocence, something that makes me redundant in my speech.............


GUM!

Oh my that must be the must beautiful picture in all the four winds.

Gum has often been my savior in the fact that I really like to chew on things. If I'm just at home sitting on the computer, if I don't have a piece of gum in my mouth I pick up a pen and start chewing on it. 

Also if I'm running late for school and don't have time to brush my teeth, gum is my soul mate for a few hours. Pop it in your mouth, then rub around your mouth for guaranteed freshness. Unfortunately gum after a while picks up the bad taste of your mouth and you have to swap out a piece. No worries, you  can throw away that piece of gum knowing it had a full life and did its duty.

My favorite flavor of gum is watermelon, but I won't turn down a piece of mint if offered. I think I know someone else that loves gum almost as much as I do, my Abue (grandma). You look in the makeshift pantry she has in her kitchen, and there's always a fresh supply of trident spearmint gum. Some of it which looks and tastes like it's past its expiration date. 

If you hate gum and think it has no redeeming qualities...I'm not even sure why you read this far, (to read my humble opinion? Aww...that's sweet) but take your hate somewhere else! Just leave a piece on  your way out. 

I hope this all works out and stuff. I started this blog for a few reasons:

1. Mrs. Perez. She insists that I write well and that I should start a blog. She proceeded to give me some names of a few blog websites. In the end I chose this one because it seems simple enough. 
2. My 'cousin' You know he's not even my cousin. He's my mom's cousin, so what does that make him to me? ~*~The plot thickens~*~
3. A sorta famous slam poet whose name has slipped my mind. I made a poem, read it in front of a bunch of people (which is really hard for me to do) and he loved it. He gave me some advice that I made a cavity in my chest to keep it in there. It's very accessible, all you have to do is press my forehead, and the cavity opens up! It's very roomy too, so I keep spare gum in there too.

If someone could tell me what my mom's cousin would be to me (cousin once removed, 2nd cousin, cousin/uncle/fusion thing?) That would be nice.