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My Last Summer Promise

Because I've been trying to get better about blogging, I've taken to keeping a little list of potential post topics.  And most of them are not very time sensitive, so I kind of just write them whenever I have a moment.  Today was very hectic, but not very productive.  However, I feel like I am just going to need to crash tonight after I finish up a few things. And one of those is to write one of these ideas that has been bouncing around in my head for about three months. Or more like, I feel obligated to update the stratosphere (I come up with new analogies for my readership each post, don't I?)  At the beginning of the summer, I told you about Sarah's summer instructions to me.  And one of those was to read the Hunger Games books.  And I did do that.  So, I figure I am meant to give book reviews of all things which I read, as if anyone cared what I thought of the book. So, here's my first thing I have to say upfront.  I really like futuristic, dystopian novels.

Traveling the Trail

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It has been a little bit of time, but I have made a goal to be better about blogging.  So, here I am once more, writing to the abyss.  Last Saturday, Caleb, my mom, Sarah and I loaded up the Big Red Suburban, named Zsa Zsa Gas-more, and set out on an adventure.  The summer was over, and it was time for me to return to, and Caleb to go to Brigham Young University.  We made our way through much corn, and paid many tolls as we traveled the trail.  Unfortunately, it did not come with snazzy music like in Oregon Trail II. It did come with music.  But not snazzy music.  On the other hand, no one got bitten by a snake.  On the other hand, we didn't gather any fresh fruit or vegetables.  On the other hand, we ate a lot of junk food.  On the other hand, we endured colds, lost voices and wisdom teeth removal. On the other hand, no one got dysentery, cholera or scarlet fever.  On the other hand, we didn't catch any fish or hunt any buffalo.  On the other hand, we didn't tip our wagon

Parlez-vous Olympics?!

If you didn't remember from Vancouver, or from Beijing, I am a HUGE Olympics fan.  I sometimes cry just thinking about it.  I love thinking about all those great memories, those Olympic moments that you'll never forget, and the checking the medal count every single day when I get home from school or work.  Unfortunately, I don't have channels at home in the summer, so I can't watch much Olympics, especially with NBC's control complex about streaming online (they are seriously losing some potential profits there).  But, I watch the highlights and the things that they let us watch. Of course, we all remember Michael Phelps' prolific Olympics in Beijing.  And particularly, the gold medal that was almost silver.  And here, I remind you of a wonderful lesson that we learned on that day.  For those who don't remember, it was the 4X100 m freestyle relay.   Really, it was looking like Michael Phelps' eight gold medals could only die in this race, with a French