Get creative

In about two weeks is the co-op academic fair. I've always wanted to go somewhere else, because I'm bored of America and all this financial junk, so I did my project on the Bahamas! Ah, the glorious beaches of Bahama land. The palm trees, the pure white sand, the pleasant cannibal sharks that attack people, the nice hot weather, the wonderful souvenir shops for those who have money, ah! That's the life for me. I ripped apart some of me and my sister's old Polly dolls to make shark-attacked pedestrians. (That's a very long word. It means near-by people. Got it from my dictionary.) Me and my dad did a shadow box made out of a mandolin case. We used salt for sand, blue paint for water, cardboard for palm trees and a shark, toothpicks and foam for cacti, and Polly dolls for Polly dolls. I even made a paper beach towel for my Polly doll bystander. (That's another big word. Aren't these awesome?!) So it's a very cool project. Whoops, gotta go!

Cass-a-fras

This endless pain!!!

My family and I have been sick for days now! About the day after last post my sister got the cold, so I was helping out. I was busy, and I felt guilty not posting. So I thought up some ideas for posts which will appear in the future blogs. Got a full mind now. OK, so about a day after that my mom got sick too. Oh no! My mom has asthma, so if she gets sick, it's even more awful. The day after I felt all sick and my dad did too. I slept in late on Sunday and my sister didn't feel well enough to go to church, so that's why the absence. Yesterday was Monday and I spent it watching that amazing sitcom family, The Brady Bunch TM. I spent the whole day mocking Greg's goofy sweaters, Mr. Brady's fro, Cindy's short dresses, and wonderful 70's language. It was groovy. It was far out, neat-o, swell, keen, and very nifty. Now it's Tuesday and it's the day of the dreaded co-op class-change-sign-up-sheet-in-the-big-middle-part-of-the-hallway-where-mom-puts-my-name-down-on-blue-ink-lined-paper-day. I-don't-think-I-can-stop-with-this-darn-line! OK, I'm good. I'm taking writing (YES!YES!YES!YES!) AND MY MOM'S CLASS. OOPS, FORGOT TO TURN THE CAPS LOCK OFF. HOLD On, I tHiNk i GoT iT. Hold it! I have more news! Today at co-op was the big ice-cream bash! I had a huge Sunday with gummy bears, sprinkles, hot fudge, chocolate syrup, and more. Whoops, gotta go. Save, save button!

When toilets attack! The untold story!

Welcome. I am Cassidy BLEEEEP,newscaster here at world of Cassidy headquarters, bringing you a fantastic story to be aware of. I have news of terrible notice to you all. Toilets have started taking over the world! Beware, citizens, and protect yourselfs! Make haste and be at front of the line!(Of saftey) Here are steps you can take to avoid being attacked,eaten,or possibly egged by teenagers. Step #1: Call your local toilet protection quarters (TPQ) . They know what to do in this situation. Step #2: Stop using your bathroom sink.It has connection with the toilet and may eat you. Beware! Step #3: Run to your nearest shoestore and ask them to make you a cheeseburger. (We aren't sure how this will help you, but it's fun!) When the TPQ arrive, they will fully de-evilitize the restroom utility. I hope this post has been of use to you.

This is Cassidy BLEEEEP,reporting for world of Cassidy news!

Cheese. Potatoes.

I have it! I have the inspiration for one SUPER POST! This is the blog that will revolutionize the world! The following is an inspirational program:

Cheese. Potatoes. Isn't that inspiring? OK, that's not the topic. But the topic is inspirational! OK, everyone knows Pastor Patrick is my church pastor, right? So that's why I have developed a secret plan that will be so funny, you will all join me under peer pressure!So, anyway, here is the top-secret plan: (Pay attention!) We sneak into Pastor Patrick's office with our gear. (Gear: rope, oil, black suits, ski masks, cheese in a can) We put down oil on the floor. We hide in closets, wearing ski masks and black suits. When he comes in, he slips on oil and we spray him with cheese in a can! Then, we'll eat the rest of the cheese in a can! Brilliant, huh? No, wait, no can do the secret plan. I just remembered, I have to stay in the house on school days. Oh, well, better luck next time me.

So long! (You all know who I am)

I am failing!

I actually have writer's block! For once I have nothing to talk about. I'm not kidding. It's not like nachos where I have a subject hidden under wraps, I have no topic. I know, now you think that I will have it forever and stop being entertaining and never post and then I'll never be a famous writer, and you'll say, "Cassidy who?" whenever anyone mentions me! I will have no say in things, then I'll be thrown out of kids church and I'll never learn about the importance of God! My life is falling apart withing my subcrainium imagination! Whoa, those were pretty big words there up in that last sentence. For the PWDUTBV *, my brain's creativity. And for the IACWDHAGV**, what I'm thinking. Well, I certainly hope this is the last time this problem occurs. Bye!

Cassidy

** insane and crazy weirdos who don't have a good vocabulary.
(Sorry for yelling)

*People who don't understand this blogs vocabulary!
(I should stop yelling now.)

Tony pasta is my favorite guirtarest!

Dad's the best dad ever! I love him more then any man on the planet! My dad is cool for many reasons. My dad is the best guitar player in the entire world! I love being the worship leaders daughter! My dad has a great out side spirit! He's not one of those dads who's idea of roughing it is chinese food without a fortune cookie. In the summer we go hiking, biking, swimming, camping, and basketball. In the fall we rake leaves, and do more hiking and biking. In the winter we go sledding and make forts. But the best thing about my dad is his love for music and mine. My dad's favorite guitar player is Tony Rice. He loves him so much, and his name is Tony, and he plays guitar, and he wants to be like Tony Rice. I told him he was way better, and he is, and he said thank you, but he still wants to be as good as him (already accomplished). So we started calling him Tony Pasta. I still call him dad, and he's still Uncle Tony to my cousins, but he's still Tony Pasta. Right now he's watching the Tony Rice tutorial interview, which is Tony's best selling DVD. My dad is my favorite guitar player, and he always will be.

See you soon!

Cassidy

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

It is no longer beloved 2008. This is my first blog post of the year. It feels like the time to say what I wish to conquer. This year I want to do a lot of things. I want to keep every one. I'm not going to say something you know I won't do like eat broccoli every day or make a blog without at least one funny line and/or joke. I have things that do seem possible to do. Here they are:

1: Finish five books in 2009

2: Read all the goosebumps books published by the end of 2009

3: Try and post at least four times a week

4: Collect every U.B. Funky in stores by the end of 2009

5: Make all of my webkinz at least one outfit by the end of 2009

O.k., I know 4 out of 5 of them are only for this year, but those are my resolutions. I hope you all have a very nice new year and I would like to say that I will miss 2008. We all will. That was the year that I became a blogger. I posted 85 posts last year. This is the number one. Happy new year everyone! Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Check out my new blog, Ricky's story. It's by my webkinz. See if you like it. Tell me over comment. You can find it at my profile.

Happy new year!

Cassidy