For those of you that know me very well, you know that I am not much of reader or a writer. But, I have really got into blogging. I found this quote on someone else's blog, and I decided that it really explains why I have/write on a blog.
You don't write because you want to say something; you write because you have something to say. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald
Results: Dew fizzes when you add baking soda. Hands smell of vinegar after reaction even though vinegar is not used. The only light we acheived was from my nifty flip flops that light up in the dark.
Conclusion: We did not acheive similar results therefore we cannot follow simple directions. Although we did not get the desired effect we did learn that Dew fizzes when you add baking soda. After further investigation it was discovered that contamination by saliva took place, and could have hampered the results. It was also discovered that the experiment was conducted 30 minutes after opening the said Dew, so if carbonation plays a main factor in the reaction, this may have had a negative effect. It was ALSO discovered that 1/4" of Dew was to be left in the bottle, not 1/4 of the bottle. Our new hypothesis states that if we weren't ding dongs and listened carefully to the directions, the reaction may be duplicated.
For those of you who don't know about my spider conspiracy theory, I will elaborate...
This is one of those pictures where you are supposed to look close to see if there is anything out of the ordinary. No, it isn't that Dave doesn't have a shirt on (trust me that is relatively ordinary), or that he is pasty white at the end of summer. If you look closely at his right shoulder, you will see that my husband, my one true love, is turning into...
This year Ella is going to Little Chickadee Preschool. Awhile ago they had an open house and let the kids come in and find their name on a chick and check out the classroom, so when the 1st day of school came Ella was really excited!
Last Wednesday was the day she finally got to go to school. When we got there David walked her into the house, (The preschool is in the basement of my step-sister Cajsa's house) and they headed down to the preschool. When we got to the preschool room Ella got to find her chair. Although she can't read, she does know what her name looks like, so she was so excited to find the chair with her name.
As is common place with a baby, Elena kept having the intense desire to run her face while she was eating her vegetables tonight. The end result looks like someone was throwing food at her, not feeding it to her. OH WELL, thus is the joys of motherhood!!