Best Friend!

I set my phone to go off at six thirty this morning.

Riiiiiiinnnnnngggggg, beeeeppppp, buuurrrrpppp, RIIIINNNNGGGG!

I groggily muttered incomprehendable words under my breath (because I was tired, don’t worry, I’m sure they were nice words like, “GOSH! WHY DO I HAVE AN ALARM CLOCK ANYWAY?! I MEAN, THEY WAKE YOU UP AND ARE LOUD AND STUFF. DUDE!”), and turned the alarm off.

Five minutes later:

*music starts very loudly. too loudly. i couldn’t get back to sleep if i tried.*

I wake up, and just about fall over as I walk over to the bathroom to brush my hair. I apparently am blind and didn’t see the door. Oops.

*Ouch. Bang. Stars and stripes forever. Thank you Cleveland!*

Yes, this is an ordinary day. A Monday like any other. Except today was different… today was the first day of our homeschool co-op!

*dun dun dun!!! Uh… I mean… uh… yay!*

Yes, co-op. The first day. Today was the day. The day to revive my dying reputation! Nobody in the class would recognize me. The clutz. Oh wait, I know everybody in co-op. Oops. Too bad. Ouch, I think I slammed into the door again.

“Mommy, do you have any Barney Bandaids?” I asked.

Oh wait, I didn’t. I didn’t see her until later. Like an hour and a half later, when she was ready to go and I was still tying my shoes. And she asked me if I fed the dogs. I told her yes. And then she asked me five minutes later. I said yes. Because I did. I promise.

But anyway, I happened to get myself ready and live through my grogginess. Is that a word? I like it.

So co-op was a total blast. In a good an amazing way, of course. First we had History, which was basically an introduction to the class except I already have homework. Darn. I mean, AWESOME! Really, it is. Because my teacher is really cool. He’s a great teacher, and I see him like three nights a week and he’s a really nice man. He makes school really fun and exciting and stuff. But he’s really tough on that homework stuff. Darn.

Next is Spanish. I like my teacher too. She’s my best friend’s mom. I sometimes accidentally call her mom because I’m over at her house a lot. So I just decided to call her Aunt instead. Because that’s better than calling her mom. Because she’s not. I mean, she’s not my aunt either but it just sounds better. I learned a lot of Spanish. I knew a lot of the vocabulary words already but I didn’t know “the seat” “to arrive” or “Asprin” because I didn’t know Asprin was a word in Spanish. Just for your information, Asprin in Spanish is “la Aspirina”. I would’ve guessed it mean Asprin but like I said before, I didn’t know that Asprin had a word in Spanish. Too bad.

Next was Photography. My mom taught it. Not my aunt-mom. My real mom. She’s my favorite teacher. No, I’m not biased. She really is. That class ROCKED!!!!!!!! She taught us about perspective and then we went around and took a bunch of pictures. It ROCKED!!!!!!! I loved it.

So that sums up co-op. And afterwards we went to the park with the people from co-op, and then I went home and did more History, and then I went to Awana and saw all the people from co-op again. Like seven hours later. It ROCKED!!!!!!!! And my history teacher is my Awana teacher. It’s awesome.

And then I ran into some more doors. Ouch! Too bad.

And I made a new friend. Her name will online be called H. H said it’s great when you go to a new church and already make a new best friend. She said she’s coming next week. She asked if I’d talk to her over the week, so she gave me her email, blog, and first and last name. I like making new friends. She’s really cool. Her dad has a race car. I saw it, and it’s awesome. It even has fire shape things on the side of it, and it looked fast. I liked it. She was telling me all about her doing homeschool, and going to camp, and her two overnight stays in the hospital. And her dislocated hip. And how people ask her if she can drive. But she can’t. She’s not old enough. Me either. Darn.

So, today was a great day!!!! I had lots of fun! I hope you guys did too. I’ll post pictures tomorrow.

A Peruvian Meal!

Papa a La HuancaínaKJ Style


8-10 Medium Red Potatoes
1 lb Mexican Blend Cheese
One Small Slice of Green Pepper
1 Cup Evaporated Milk
1/2 Cup Vegetable Oil
2 Finely Chopped Garlic Cloves
Salt and Pepper to Taste
3-4 Hardboiled Eggs


Boil potatoes until you can stick a fork in easily. Boil eggs.
Peel and cut in slices the potatoes.
In a blender, blend the cheese, peppers, milk, oil, garlic, salt and pepper.
The sauce should be pretty thick, if it’s not thick enough, add more cheese and oil. If it’s too thick, add milk.
Lay a bed of lettuce in a serving dish and place the sliced potatoes on top.
Cover with the cheese sauce.
Cut the hard boiled eggs in quarters or halfs and place on top of the potatoes and cheese sauce.
Add black olives if you want. This can be served a bit cold.
And voila! You now have Papa a La Huancaína.
Now you just need to learn how to pronounce it. Good luck with that.

 Papa a La Huancaina
Oh, you see in the picture there? That’s only half of it.

If you’d like to make a Peruvian dessert, you could consider making this Rice and Milk Dessert I got off of the Compassion website.

Rice and Milk Dessert 

4 cups water
1 stick cinnamon
1/4 tsp. salt
3 cups sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
1 cup rice, rinsed and drained
1 small piece of orange skin
1 cup evaporated milk

Bring to a boil four cups of water with the cinnamon stick, orange skin and salt.
Add rice. Simmer on low heat until the water evaporates, then add evaporated milk and sugar.
Stir constantly while letting the mixture boil 15 minutes.
Add vanilla and let boil five minutes.
Pour into serving bowl. Sprinkle with cinnamon and serve.


You know, it may not look very good, but it tastes really delicious!

Hello World… Let my thoughts be known.

Hey, what’s up? Today was our first day of school. Not much happened, I organized all my books and stuff, practiced my guitar and violin, and played around with photoshop. I’m really tired today. And lazy. Not a good combination.

Guess what? I’m allergic to school. Yup, it’s true. Try telling your teacher that one for a change.
“Jonny! What happened to your homework?” Asked the teacher.
My dog ate my homework! I’m allergic to it!” He exclaims.

Yah. Everytime I walk near my school books my eyes start to itch, my nose gets all runny, my eye twitches (okaaayyy maybe not) and I start to sneeze. Must be an early Christmas present – become allergic to school so you don’t have to do it! Or it could just be something in the packaging…. yeah I like that first one better. =P

Actually, I’m looking forward to school. *gasp* Did I actually write that? Shh! Don’t tell anybody!
This year I’m doing botany/zoology, math, literature/english, American history, music, Bible and photography.

Speaking of photography…

I was playing around with my dad’s camera (and photoshop), and I went absolutely crazy and couldn’t stop, so now I’m like crashing my own computer from all the pictures I took. I totally don’t understand it. I mean, it’s only like what, a thousand pictures every time I walk out the front door? Gosh! Come on. Get real. Pshh.