Well, Dad says I can write something here so I did.

He got a new job and we moved out of our old house. I still miss it. It was a good place and my friends lived all on the street and in school. I’m pen pals with a couple of them now, but it’s not the same.

We had to go to a new school right after Christmas and that was WEIRD. It’s a school where you have to wear a uniform but not like an Army soldier or policeman, but like black and tan pants and a shirt with a collar and stuff. Everyone is nice but it’s not the same.

I’m in 5th grade now and that means I have to go to different classes. My homeroom teacher is nice, but on my first day there wasn’t even A DESK for me so I had to stand up in the back with all my books and coats and things, and everyone was looking at me.

I’m supposed to be in 5th grade, but when I went to math class, they were doing stuff I did last year and it was boring. So Mom talked to the teacher and now I have math class with the 6th graders, so I’m like this total baby of the class. The same thing happened in science. And I don’t even do spelling anymore. I can spell everything. Onomatopoeia. See?

And we work in teams now. I have three boys on my team in science and one of them is always making fun of me for being just 11 (but I am taller than him). He doesn’t do any work. He just copies off what me and the other boys do. Dad calls him Captain Dingleberry because he just hangs off your butt and doesn’t do anything. Dad says you have to work in teams for the rest of your life and Dingleberrys are everywhere so he says it’s good to learn how to deal.

He told me a really funny story about a Dingleberry he had in high school that he pulled a good trick on. It was funny. He said he’ll put the story in here soon.

I looked at my Artlad blog the other day and it was weird. I remember doing some of it. I remember all the pictures and talking to Dad and him writing it down. I read all the comments and people making a big deal, but I don’t know. I was 5 or 6. I guess I just got interested in other stuff. But I get the Uranus joke now! I was a funny kid.

Dad says I can put some stuff over there today, so go look. I need advice on my new video ideas.

We have a new house to live in, but it’s owned by Dad’s boss. She lives down the street and is real nice and is letting us stay here all winter. Even Blaze got to go. Whew! Dad thought at first dogs were against the rules because there are already a couple of big ones outside, so we thought Blaze would have to stay with Uncle BB. But he worked it out. I’m glad because I was nervous sleeping in our new place and Blaze sleeps on my bed every night. He used to only do stuff with my sisters but now he’s almost like my dog. It’s good because I wake up at night and think about stuff and can’t go back to sleep and he’s always there. He is a really GOOD dog.

But there’s a bad part. I have to SHARE A ROOM with my sister. She got the best bed (it’s big and it has buttons that let you raise it up and down like on that sleep number commercial) and she hogs the bathroom and closet so all my clothes go on the floor. Mom says I leave them on the floor because I’m a boy BUT SHE IS WRONG. Girls are way messier and leave stuff everywhere. Combs and hair stuff and wet towels and all kinds of stuff. I just have shirts and pants and a toothbrush.

Here is a picture I took of my sisters. Anna wouldn't smile because she says looking at me doesn't make her want to smile. So she does THIS with her face.



Mom says that is smirking. I call it a SMIRN because it is like a smirk and frown together.

My baby sister has her whole own room. She is a lot like Anna was. All bossy. Except she likes me sometimes. She calls me Brubby or sometimes just Brub. It means Brother. I pull her in the wagon and help her go down the stairs so she won’t fall. I have to carry her sometimes, but it’s okay because she hugs me and pats my back. It’s gooshy but kind of nice all at the same time. Here is another picture. Mom took it.





I was sad to move here but it’s getting better. I like having Dad around because it was just me and Blaze against the girls before. He was the baby in the class too and he tells me stories to cheer me up. I made a couple of friends at school—a nice girl named Hadley who is REALLY tall (Dad calls her Hagrid, like the giant in Harry Potter, but I don’t call her that.) And a boy named Hunter who wants me to sign up for sports with him. I like that. We have more sports we can do. Before it was just baseball, but they have track and field here so we signed up for that. I can run pretty fast.

I’m reading a lot. They have a great library here and I am reading the Percy Jackson books and want to see the movie when it comes out. I have a book that I write stories in. I am doing one about robot spiders that travel back in time to steal dinosaurs. We have to write a lot in school now. For homework I have to write two pages both sides about moving here. So this is my homework. It took me two whole days to write. You can hand write it or print it. I’ll print it out and hand it in.

But I’ll take out the Dingleberry and the part about Hadley being called Hagrid.

I just read this all to Dad and he says I am getting good at writing. He’s going to show me how to do links over to Artlad.

Wow. I wrote about 1,000 words! That is a world record!

Well, bye!

Your friend,
Thomas