Hey everyone - Happy Holidays!!! Sorry I haven't been around much, but as you know, we don't have school this week - and well - I think I may just be having the best week EVER. Let me back up for a minute, because it all started last Friday on our last day of school before our winter break. I was packing up my book bag, getting ready to head out to the bus, when all of a sudden, I felt a hand on my arm. Figuring it was Natalie, I spun around with the goofiest "we're free!" look I could think of - yup - eyes crossed and tongue hanging out. Except it wasn't Natalie. It was Jordan - you know - THE cutest boy in the entire sixth grade? I know - smooth, right? Well we're kind of friends now, but hadn't really seen each other much since that whole Amanda thing (yup - you're going to have to read the book for that one - it's just too much to explain here.) Anyway, he was all - maybe I'll see you over break, and I was all - um - I think you call it hyperventilating? Yes - that's it. Will I ever get used to the fact that Jordan is my friend now? Luckily Natalie came walking up just as I was trying to catch my breath. We never did make any plans, but it didn't matter - it was the fact that he wanted to make plans that mattered. Trust me, it's a girl thing.
Anyway - that was just the best start to my vacation! The next few days I spent hanging out with Natalie. We went to the movies and the mall and of course exchanged Christmas presents. I got her more nail polish to add to the 10,000 bottles she already has, and she got me a t-shirt that says "I <3 Blogging." Christmas Day was fun, too. Grandma came over, and then we went over to my cousin's house. Oh - did I mention that Santa stopped by too? Yup - he brought me one of those Kindle thingies. It's so cool - Can you guess what book I downloaded first? Anyway - I told you Santa is real! Puh-lease! I can't believe winter break is almost over. It's going by sooo fast. I'm getting ready to head over to Natalie's house in a few minutes. She got a bunch of new CDs and we're going to make a music video. She wants me to post it here on my blog. Like that will ever happen. NOT. Somethings are just meant to be private. You know? So I gotta run. I hope you all are having a great holiday week too! Oh and if I don't talk to you before Tuesday, HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Until next time - - Millie
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![]() Yesterday when Doogle & I got off the bus, Mom was waiting for us outside. She never does that ... ever. She looked like she had been crying, and she hugged us both real tight. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I knew that something was wrong. Mom took our hands and led us inside. I asked her if Dad was okay and she said everything was fine, that she just missed us. She put some cookies out for us and sat at the table and just watched us eat. Then she started telling us what had happened. She that there was a shooting at a school and that there were children and teachers who died. I started crying – especially when she told me the children were all so young. I didn’t understand. I still don’t. Mom took our hands and told us that our school is safe, and that we shouldn’t be scared when we go back to school. The truth is, I am scared. How could someone do something so awful? Mom says the person who did it was sick and that he died also. I think that's somehow supposed to help me feel better, but it doesn't. I feel really sad for his family, too. Mom also said it was ok to be sad and even angry, and that we could ask as many questions as we want. To be honest, the only question I have is: WHY? Mom didn’t have an answer. Maybe one day I'll understand. Understand how someone could walk right into a school with a gun and shoot teachers and children. Little, innocent children. Maybe one day I'll understand - but today I do not.
well, like I was saying, there's this Family Blog Hop going around, and they asked me if I'd like to write about the holidays with my family. Well, I thought that since Nate Rocks talks all about Christmas in his book, that it would be fun to have him come here and talk about it instead. So ... here he is - Nate Rocks himself! Hi Millie - thanks for having me on your blog! So - uh - I've never been on a blog before. I'm not really sure what I'm doing here, but Millie says she wants me to talk about Christmas. Well - it's only my favorite holiday! It's my Dad's favorite holiday, too. He's really big into traditions. For one thing, he insists that we don’t open our presents until after breakfast. My friends all think it's torturous that we have to wait, but I don’’t mind at all. Christmas morning is the one-day a year, I can be certain I will have an amazing breakfast. I know this, because Christmas morning is the one morning a year –– the only morning of the year –– when Mom stays out of the kitchen. (Trust me - this is a good thing!) Even on Mother’’s Day, Mom insists on making breakfast. But on Christmas morning, Dad takes over, making his infamous chocolate chip and apple pancakes. Every year, Abby (that's my older sister) and I have to wait in the living room after we wake up, while Dad cooks breakfast. He doesn’t let anyone in the kitchen while he is cooking. Even Mom has to wait in the living room, although it might do her some good to watch what Dad is doing. Abby and I sit on the floor, getting as close to the presents as we can, without touching them, trying to figure out what’’s in each box. Mom sits on the couch reading her newspaper, pretending not to notice, but really, she is making sure we do not spoil any surprises. After Dad calls us into breakfast, Mom walks over to the tree to make sure nothing has been disturbed. I savor every bite of Dad's pancakes. It may be my last good meal in quite some time! Mom will be making her traditional Christmas ham for dinner. It’s not that I don’t like ham, it’s just that Mom has this thing about making sure the ham is cooked enough. By the time Mom gets through with it, the meat tastes more like leather than ham. In fact, I often wonder if that is where leather actually comes from. After we're done eating, Mom clears the plates off the table, as Dad finishes his coffee. I swear he takes forever on purpose. Then, Mom, Abby, and I head back into the living room to wait for Dad to make his grand entrance. While in the kitchen, he puts on his Santa hat and then comes into the living room with a “Ho,ho,ho!” Then, Dad, and only Dad, reaches under the tree and hands out gifts one at a time. I kind of like our tradition. At my best friend Tommy’s house, all of the gifts are in a pile under the tree. Then at the same time, everybody rips everything open. According to Tommy, it takes all of five minutes. Sure you get your gifts a lot quicker that way, but I like the suspense of getting one at a time. And Dad makes it fun, saying stuff like, “hmm this gift says ‘‘fragile’’ on it, here you go Nathan,” and then pretends like he is going to throw it while we all scream, “No!” One by one, Dad passes out our gifts until there is only one gift left. It is always for Mom, and it is always jewelry from Dad. For some reason that I will never understand, the jewelry always makes Mom cry. You would think that Dad would stop giving gifts to Mom every year that make her so sad, but he doesn’t seem to have figured that one out yet. If it were me, I’d give Mom a puppy. Who doesn’t smile when they see a cute puppy? So that's pretty much it! See? I wasn't kidding when I said my Dad is big on traditions. He says that traditions are part of what makes families so special. I think I have to agree with Dad on that one. |
About MeHi - I'm Millie. Well, Millicent Marie really, but you can call me Millie. I'm twelve years old. This is my blog. I hope you like it. Tell all your friends, but don't gossip, because gossiping is wrong. So is bullying. I know this for a fact. If you want to know how I know, read my book. Thanks for stopping by! Archives
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