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Where Have All the Nurdles Gone?

Posted in Photos, School Life, Wondering on October 20, 2009 by Whispering Wood

Great day at Long Beach Green Port Fest…
Green Port Fest Flags

She followed up last year’s science project with one focusing on Nurdles (pre-production plastic pellets). She went to the District Science Fair and from there was selected to go on to the Green Port Fest.

We had a BLAST! Rode our bikes to downtown, and then met with a group and took the new bike path together to the Fest. It’s fun when the person taking pictures at a community event says hello to you by name (sailing instructor…).
My girl and my 70's Schwinn Breeze

Transportation to Green Port Fest

Lots of educational stuff…
Recycling Piles

Boat tour of the harbor…
Arena and Downtown

Fire boat showing off…
"Liberty" Fire Boat

Falcons live here (that’s where they’re coming from!)…
IMG_2203

Bands and bounce houses and food and shark balloons…
Shark Balloon

The girl and I both won camp chairs… :)
Pleased

Stopped by the Aquarium on the way home…It was Southeast Asia Day…
Southeast Asian Day at the Aquarium of the Pacific

Beautiful Day!
Sailboat
:D

Where Have all the Nurdles Gone?

Posted in Photos, School Life, Wondering on June 25, 2009 by Whispering Wood

Where Have all the Nurdles Gone?

This is at the District Science Fair. She did a super job, and we all had a lot of fun learning about Nurdles. She was chosen again to select her project at the Green Port Fest–a huge honor and super good time. Woohoo!

Below is the acknowledgment she included in her report. She’s fairly generous with sharing credit:

Acknowledgments

I want to thank a few people for what they did to help me make a science project a success. I want to thank my mom for helping me put together my awesome green display board, and my science teacher Mrs. J. for being so positive in science lab. And I offer a big thank you to my dad for guiding me along as we got closer and closer to finishing my science project, and for driving us from beach to beach. I also wish to thank J.K. Rowling for writing such an entertaining series of Harry Potter, (I read book 4) which kept me busy while I waited to arrive at our next stop.

Thank you :)

The Story of Spotted Zebra

Posted in School Life, Wondering, Writing on November 10, 2008 by Whispering Wood

The Story of Spotted Zebra

A long time ago, in the forests of Africa, there lived a spotted Zebra who had heard of a wide, flat land called the savanna. He heard that it was like a blanket of luscious, green grass. He heard that the trees were like giant umbrellas, shading yards of space. He decided to set out on his quest to the savanna.

An orangutan had told the zebra that the savanna was toward the setting sun. So Zebra set out the next morning, towards the opposite direction of the rising sun. By late afternoon, he was exhausted. Just then, a black and white striped giraffe saw spotted Zebra and offered a place to stay. The giraffe stared at Zebra’s spots and said, “Every giraffe must admire your spots.” “And every zebra must admire your stripes,” said Giraffe. With those words, a beautiful canary came fluttering by, perched on a willow branch and said, “And every animal must admire your peace. Now close your eyes Zebra and wish for the stripes, and Giraffe, wish for the spots.” Suddenly a soft, whispering breeze blew, and rain droplets swirled in spinning patterns around the giraffe and zebra. “And now,” said canary, “Open your eyes.” With those words, the zebra found Giraffe’s stripes upon him and looked at Giraffe, who wore brown spots and smiled. He turned to thank the canary, but the beautiful golden bird that gave them what they wished for because of friendship, had vanished.

The next day, in the afternoon, Zebra set out for the savanna with a load of food on his back from Giraffe, and his beautiful stripes. Night fell and Zebra wanted to continue with his journey, but he couldn’t see and his eyes had been poked from rose thorns. A fruit bat came upon him and said, “I see that you can’t see. If you spare me five papayas of red and yellow, I will help you. But first you must tell me why you have come all this way from the forest.” The Zebra replied, “I have come to seek the huge flat plains of luscious green grass as far as the eye can see. Where the trees can shade four elephants at a time.” “Ah, the savanna.” Remarked the bat. “Follow the sound of the rustling leaves, and I will tell you what awaits the seeker of grass. I now give you the name, Nose of a badger. Use the nose to smell danger and safety. Listen carefully, or you won’t complete your journey.” Zebra listened carefully to the bat’s instructions.

“It will take you five days to finish your search. On the first day, you must find the first papaya in the rocky mountains where an ebony colored mountain goat will lead you to it. The second day, you will search in the misty jungle where you will meet a spider monkey who will help you find the second papaya. The third day, you will travel to the sandy beach where a bright orange crab will lead you to the third papaya. The fourth day, you must journey to the dry desert where an armadillo will show you the fourth papaya. He will spare lots of water for your journey back. Sleep in the desert and travel to this same spot in the morning and give me the papayas, and when you return I will help you see.” With that, the bat flew away. Zebra rested and began his journey the next morning.

Returning on the sixth day, to the same spot, the bat said, “You have completed your journey. I now name you, Eyes of a hawk.” Zebra looked around, and everywhere he looked, everything was visible again. He thanked the bat and went on his way. Traveling along the rocky path, Zebra met a chameleon who couldn’t eat or talk because he lost his tongue. Feeling emotional, Zebra named it, Tongue of a giraffe, and went on his way. Soon he met a cricket who lost the strength in his legs. Again Zebra felt emotional, and again he gave a name. He named the cricket, Legs of a kangaroo. The cricket was grateful, and hopped away.

Zebra couldn’t go much longer. He was out of food and water, and he was exhausted. He stumbled and was about to give up, when a handsome toucan said, “You’ve reached the savanna, you’ve reached the savanna.” Zebra crawled into a clearing and discovered that he had finally completed his journey. All of Zebra’s decedents lived happily in the savanna and they all wore black and white stripes.

Wood, Wondering

Nov. 6, 2008

For All You Science Fans…

Posted in Photos, School Life, Wondering with tags on June 21, 2008 by Whispering Wood

She went to the District and was then chosen for “Best Green Science Project” to be displayed at the Port this Fall. We had a blast with this.

Achoo!

Posted in Photos, School Life, Wondering, Writing with tags , , on June 20, 2008 by Whispering Wood

The following story was written by Wondering and was selected for inclusion in Imagination Machine, a very cool program when actors act out stories written by children, during the course of a school assembly. Way cool…

If you have never heard of an English woman named Donna Griffiths, now is the time that you will learn. Donna is a woman who sneezed like 10 warthogs dunked in pepper. She sneezed all through the year, that Donna! Why, every 3 minutes it was just the same old, ACHOOOO!

I remember the week of Thanksgiving when everyone came with turkeys to pluck, and Donna would sneeze off the feathers, and then the owner of the turkey (farmer or merchant) would go home and sterilize those turkeys like they were children who just wildly rolled in the mud. They cleaned the dickens out of that turkey. Then they would sit down to a traditional feast and propose a toast to the best turkey plucker in all of England, Donna Griffiths.

Well, there is even more. During one month, Donna was doing her regular 3 minute sneezes, when bust my bonkers, Donna had pepper on her eggs! Now, I suppose you’re wondering and thinking, “how in the blue blazes did that pepper get on Donna’s eggs?” Well, I’ll tell you. I do believe that Donna’s cook was working as fast as a Jack rabbit’s tail on fire. Anyway, he was cookin’ those eggs so fast that they were like doodle-bugs on a skillet, and he forgot all about Donna’s allergies! And I’ll tell you, that pepper did what pepper always makes one do, sneeze!

Donna started slow, but it just got worse. Donna started blowing ash up the chimney, and the ash spread like grass in a field. First it got to the cows and made them sneeze. Then it got to the chickens in their coops, then to the milk maids, farmers, and merchants. It soon got to the frogs in the lake, and some started growing an extra head. The ashes soon got to the dogs and cats and all the town folks.

Soon all the sneezing and coughing and whiffing and puffing woke up the black storm clouds away across the Pacific. They came whirling over the town like tornadoes in a flurry. They then sent barrels of rain a’pourin’ down on houses, the church, farms, barns, and poor old Ms. Donna Griffiths’ house. Then the rain washed away the ash, the sneezing, the coughing, the whiffing, and the puffing, and Donna waited. She waited 3 full minutes. Nothing. 6 minutes. Nothing. 48 minutes. Not a single huff. All was silent like a cricket afraid to rub his legs. Then came a sudden cry—not sad, but happy! Donna didn’t sneeze once. People lifted Donna up and took her to the city hall. There they rejoiced and celebrated like jellybeans filled with extra sugar. Everyone was happy, but there was still one small disappointment among the English townsfolk. How will they ever pluck their turkeys?

This tall tale is especially appropriate right now, I suppose, as I am home recovering from Instatrak image guided endoscopic sphenoid sinus surgery, septoplasty, and a turbinate submucous resection… Woohoo, Oxycodone!

The Candidate Post Script

Posted in Photos, School Life, Wondering on October 4, 2007 by Whispering Wood


The Candidate Up Close

So here’s the upshot. I went to the school and watched all of the candidates give their speeches. About 45 kids in all. Wondering ran against two other girls–her best friend, and Candidate S. Both Wondering and her best friend are new to the school, and predictably, they lost.

Here’s what Wondering said the night before the election:

“I hope you realize I don’t expect to win. I’m just doing this for fun, plus it’s good experience. I am new, you know.”

Here’s what I observed during the speeches:

Wondering was the only one who wished the other candidates good luck, and she was the only one who thanked the school. And yes, she congratulated Candidate S.

Couldn’t be more of a winner.

The Candidate

Posted in Photos, School Life, Wondering on September 27, 2007 by Whispering Wood

 

This is The Candidate. She announced her candidacy, wrote a speech, and made a poster. Her speech will be televised on Friday. Look out World.

Wondering About the 1950s

Posted in Friends, Performances, Photos, School Life, Video, Wondering on June 25, 2007 by Whispering Wood






Pictures from her end of the year school program. Lots of goodbyes to friends. Tears happened. Yes, she made the poodle skirt, and yes, she chose what I refer to as “nuclear green.” Made her easy to spot in a crowd.

My Hat

Posted in Performances, Photos, School Life, Wondering on May 30, 2007 by Whispering Wood


Wondering

 


My Hat

Notice the way it is newly bent and smashed…

Meow

Posted in Friends, Performances, Photos, School Life, Wondering on May 15, 2007 by Whispering Wood

Cat Girls
Spring, 2005