Woven Baby Wipe Strips

Ahh I knew that title would catch your eye.

Now that I have your attention, I would like to recall what I did earlier this day. I think we can all agree that Anna's last post was very ... interesting. So, now it's my turn to write an "interesting" post.
Today, my little sister had a softball tournament and I was watching one of her games. I was kind of bored, and wanted something to do. So I did what any normal person would do and I took a handful of grass and tried to weave it. I imagined the moms sitting around me being impressed by my weaving skills and convincing me to start a business where I weave grass and make my creations into all natural dish cloths to sell. I would teach all their daughters how to weave and I'd hire them and pay them and give them iced tea and basically be the best boss ever. Anyways, I snapped back to reality and continued trying to weave. Now, I don't weave. It's never been something I do. I just decided to start all of the sudden while I was watching softball. Unfortunately, even though it was a nice day, there were many breezes and my grass kept flying away. The pieces were too short. I looked for some water so I could kind of "stick" the blades together but it was useless. Then, I remember I had scissors and a big pack of baby wipes in my bag. So I took a baby wipe and cut it into 12, about an inch-wide strips. Since the wet wipes were moist, they would be easy to weave. So I began to weave, and made a 6 strips by 6 strips square. I folded the edges over, and I felt pretty darn proud of myself. I felt as though the woven wipe would have twice the cleaning powers of the old, regular wipe. Unfortunately, I kinda ruined it when a big breeze came and I was unprepared. So I took this strips and realized I could make long confetti pieces with them. So I laid the 12 strips out on the lid of a box that I had with me and put them into the sun beside to me to dry. They didn't dry much but I didn't care. When the game was over, even though our team had lost, I took this strips over and threw them like confetti. It did not work very well.
 A pic of my baby wipe strips drying.

Nut String...thingy

So, last night I wasn't allowed to watch TV after dinner, so I was all like, "hmm, what am I going to do?" and it came to me; ill put a couple if nuts and croutons on the end of a string, hang it low outside my bedroom window and see if they're gone in the morning! so I got 1crouton, 1 almond, and 2 cashews, and used.... like... if you sew you know what this is, its like a little metal tool used for sewing called a "seam ripper" and its got like a sharp, forked end, but anyways, I used one of those to widdle little holes in the ends of the nuts and crouton, and threaded them onto a pink string. I was careful about where I tied it though; I didn't want some animal to accidentally get their head caught in the string and accidentally hanging themselves. So then I was like, "I'm gonna cut some aluminum shards from a can of  Coke and tie them to the end of the string, so like, in night, if something comes along to eat the bait, it will pull the string, making the shards rattle around, waking me up so I can see it.".

Well, nothing rattled that night, but I wasn't disheartened. In the morning, I woke up at a regular time, and checked the string.

It was covered in slug slime, and by the looks of it, the slug tried its very hardest to gnaw at the almond.

i'll check again after school.

That's a slug... hmm.

One More Month Until FREEDOMMM

One more month. I just have to survive one more month until school's out. You'd think that with only one month of school left, teachers would be reducing the workload. But no. Mine and Anna's teacher has decided that she should continue to pile project on top of project until the very end. I feel so close to finishing...and then we get assigned another project. Groannnnnnnn
So close, yet so far.
I'm taking it in bite-size chunks right now, and just hanging in there. It feels like every time I get closer to finishing, there's something new that sends me flying backwards in a flurry of stress and confusion. One day at a time. If I can make one day at a time, I'll get to the end eventually. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel, and I'm almost there.
Plus, I have little virtual inspiring cat posters to keep me going.
Yes Mr. Cat, I will hang in there!! Thank you.