I'm... Czechoslovakian

http://www.everyculture.com/Cr-Ga/Czech-Republic.html

   
     Most of my family came from Czechoslovakia. In Czechoslovakia people eat a lot of different things, that I find gross and funny looking, but I'm sure that most of them think the food we eat in america is weird too.
Here's some some food that I think sounds most interesting:

• Smetane: sour cream 
• Pudink: pudding
• Kapr: carp
• Kynute Houscove Knedliky: yeast dumplings with sauteed bread cubes blended into the batter before steaming.
• Husa: goose
• Bramborove Knedliky: potato dumplings

Well... pudding and sour cream sounds okay to me, but the rest not so much. For sports, they have a lot of the same sports as America. Czechoslovakia has football, baseball, some tennis players (woo!!) and a nice ice hockey team. On another note, the most popular name for a boy in Czechoslovakia is Jakub, and for a girl, its Tereza. In America, the most popular baby name for a boy is Aidan, but for a girl its Sophia.

So.. that's my ethnic heritage! I'm am also a mix of...

1.  Irish
2.  Norwegian
3.  German

So that just proves that America is a great big mixing pot :)

Prezi...

Nanobots on Prezi

Fred, The Hot-Tempered Mouse

http://www.flickr.com/photos/21599153@N00/123885782
by: Andi

       In my house, there lives a hot tempered mouse. His name's Fred. Fred G. Baker. He works part time for minimum wage at a shoe string factory in the crummy part of town, in the hole under the bathroom sink.  Every morning he makes his commute up the stairs, over three rooms, through the kitchen and into the bathroom.  He was a wife and five children, and as you can imagine, with a part-time, minimum wage job, it's not easy to make ends meet. Everyday at work his task is to put the plastic ends on the tip of the shoestrings. That seems like a pretty simple job, but noting is ever simple for a mouse. One day, he registers his name being called. FRED!! FRED G. BAKER!!! It was is his boss, Mr. K. Ratt. Fred has been assigned a job. He is to go and get extra wax from the neighboring factory. That means (gulp) that Fred has to cross... the yard. Fred sets off across the yard cautiously. He is wondering why the yard seems so quiet. Then as if out of nowhere... Stacey, the neighbor's black and white cat appears.(double gulp) There's a meow and a flash of claws and fur. Poor Fred the hot tempered mouse is never heard from again.

Once Upon a Snowman

The End.....

Photo Fun!

      Why should we use photos when blogging? Well like they say, a picture is worth a thousand words... and when you add pictures to your post, it makes it much easier to understand the point that they are trying to get across. Such as if I say, Becca ate cookie monster, you wouldn't know what I meant, but if I said Becca ate cookie monster and then included this photo of my little sister devouring her cookie, it makes it much easier to understand:

 

See? Now you get what I mean! If you didn't, I'd say you are pretty clueless... just kidding.

Another thing to keep in mind when blogging is attribution. I didn't put any attribution on the photo above, because I took it. That doesn't really mean its mine though, because I don't have it copyrighted. If someone wanted to, they could just take it off my blog. I'd be mad if they didn't use attribution...keep that in mind. :)

Here's an example, let's say I'm posting about something random (as I usually am), and for some odd reason, I just have to have a picture of a glass of water (don't ask me why), and I went on and posted a photo like this:

Now that's a great picture, but I didn't do it right, because I didn't add attribution. Now let's try again:

Photo taken by Greg Riegler

See, that's better! Get it now??

And She Still Gets That Cookie...

          After all of our trauma on Friday, I just assumed that Becca wouldn't be getting her cookie. I assumed wrong. As soon as we got home from our wickedly long drive back, the first thing out of little Becca's mouth was, "Where's my cookie?" Of course. We just drove for four hours and got stuck behind an accident because of your stupid cookie, but before you know it Mom is off to Hy-Vee. Becca is now happily enjoying her cookie. She is so freakishly protective of it, she didn't even want me to take a picture of it. It might "ruin" it.

          I don't really think Becca needs that cookie. I mean she obviously has more than enough sugar and energy for three kids. And come on, look at it. That monster has at least two inches thick of frosting in it. As my mom calls it, "A frosting sandwich." As I call it, "A heart attack between two cookies." Becca calls it her little frosting baby. You  have to admit though, its a pretty cute cookie.

AAAHH!!! I'm being eaten alive! I'm too cute to die!!



All because of a cookie...

        Well on Friday, I got a free day off of school. We had a fundraising event for school, and I raised enough to get that prize. Anyways, asked my mom if I could use it to go up to the Mall of America and go Christmas shopping. Well she said yes. On Thursday, I started watching the weather. The weatherman was saying that we were supposed to get a boatload of snow, and that they don’t advise people to drive on the roads if it isn’t necessary. (In my opinion, going to the Mall of America is necessary)


       So of course I accepted the fact that I wasn’t going to go begged profusely. My dad was convinced that we shouldn't go. My mom on the other hand, said it was fine. We left the house around eight thirty, and got there about nine thirty with my mom and my grandma. We got up there, did a lot of shopping, had lunch etc. About one thirty, we were in Macy's and decided to look out the window, and make sure that it wasn't a complete blizzard. At the time, it looked fine. (Ba da daaaa....) About three, we looked outside. Yeah, it looked really blizzardy. But at this point, my mom remembers the promise that she has made to my sister:


Mom- I'm sorry honey, you can't go too, you have to go to school…


Becca- But I want to!


Mom- Becca, you don't even like shopping!


Becca- SSOOO???


Mom-...


Becca- You better bring me a cookie! Promise??


Mom- Sure, I promise


At this point, I'm thinking, "Let's just pick up a cookie at Hy-Vee, and tell her that it's from the MOA." But alas, we have to look for the cookie place. We never did find it. We spent only about 15 minutes looking for this cookie, but by now the snow is really bad. We started driving at 3:20. We started out going about ten miles per hour. Then we get stuck behind an accident. We are down to a lightning fast speed of two mph. I’m thinking, “If we hadn’t have gone looking for the dumb cookie, we might have just been ahead of this accident!” After we finally get back to a whopping 20 mph, something goes wrong with the windshield wipers. OH GREAT. The ice has stuck to them so bad, that it can barely wipe the snow off. So my mom’s really nervous, because she can’t really see, and I’m past the freaking out stage. We have to stop in the middle of nowhere and try and fix them. We finally get home after seven. The car ride which should have taken an hour, now lasted more than three and a half. All because of a cookie…

Hannah Bueller's Day Off

        If you haven't seen the movie Ferris Bueller's Day Off, you'd better hurry up and go see it. Or you might die. Just kidding. It's about a kid who skips school a lot,and everyone loves him. Well, except his principal. The principal leaves work and goes on a mad search for Ferris to try and prove that he's faking. But Ferris always seems to come out on top.
       I'm having my own day off tomorrow, but it probably won't be nearly as exciting as Ferris's. I got a personal day off from school for raising $225 for my school's marathon. I'm going up to the mall of america to go shopping! I'm hoping to go on the Rock Bottom Plunge too! It should be lots of fun, (I hope)