After the tournament, I feel very strongly about the Cougs

GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS!GO COUGS!GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS!GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS!GO COUGS!GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS!GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS!GO COUGS!

THE COUGS ROCK!!!!!

>:-(Absolute Outrage!)-:<

Today, I learned something absolutely OUTRAGEOUS! The heading for chapter nine, lesson three in my SIXTH GRADE MATH BOOK read: Solving Subtraction Problems. EXCUSE ME, BUT I'M NOT TWO YEARS OLD, MISTER MATH BOOK WRITER!!!!!! It seems to me that every thing you "learn" to do in math involves problems that, instead of being turned into an algebraic equation that only a rocket scientist could interpret, could be broken down to a simple addition, subtraction, multiplication problem that a third grader could solve! I mean, it seems to me that every thing from the second semester of sixth grade on is teaching you to take a simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, or division equation, and building it up to a mind boggling five page algebra problem. Then, you learn how to break those down to the simple problem that it was all those days ago when you started to work on the problem!

Bye bye for now!
- Jared

Hi(again)

There is a lot to catch you guys up to, since I haven't blogged for what, two months!? you probably couldn't even call that a blog, either, since it was like two sentences long and very indiscriptive.

For those of you that haven't been informed, the name of the baby is Paul Perry, and he'll be grateful, when planning airplane flights, that we decided to name him Paul instead of Micheal. Apparently there are a gazillion criminals out there with the name Micheal Perry Dixon. If you don't believe me, just ask those who have tried to get my dad a flight.(namely Seth and my mom)

Also, a lot less recent but still in the space between this blog and my latest one, I almost hacked my left thumb off with a butcher knife! before I go on, I guess I have to tell you the whole story. Every Fall, my family makes and cans (or rather, jars) applesauce. There were four main jobs for we kids: running the hand operated apple grinder, pushing the apples in to the grinder with a little plunger designed specially to fit in the top hole of the grinder, chopping up the apples, and, last but not least, the shift that I was in the most: lounging around downstairs in your room, curled up on the bed with a good book.

Job that I spent the most time on was chopping up the apples. I was so aggressive doing this that my mom nicknamed me "the butcher" I loved it, too. I loved it almost as much as being completely useless, reading downstairs. For that reason, I spent the vast majority of the next few hours going "CHOP chop chop CHOP chop chop CHOP chop chop." Whoever invented the word "chop" must have been cutting apples when doing so. Anyway, once when I was hacking at those apples like they were Brook Lopez's head, my left thumb was a fraction of an inch too close to an apple that I was cutting into quarters, and "KKKFFFFTTT" "OWWWWWWWW!" The butcher knife had created a gash across part of my upper thumb, and half of my thumbnail. I had it under running water in seconds, while Mom was still marveling that I had been able to keep the blood off of the apples. The thumbnail didn't come off until a few months later, but otherwise, I was all cool about it, and eagerly awaited blogging about it.

Bye-bye until next blog, which will be loaded with stories to fill in the large gap in my blogs.