Contests, Contests, and well....Contests.

*I tried to post another picture, but it's not cooperating.*

Hello my pretties! I went to the Consumer decision making contest yesterday. It was "fun". Atleast the talking and hanging out with people part of it. Yeah our team got 5th which really ticked me cause we could have done so much better. Logan and I tied for 6th in the individual category as he mentioned below, but Logan dear, you forgot to say that they gave you an incorrect score on one of your cards therefore making me the holder of the higher score. *evil chuckle* It was fun though.

On Monday night we went to the CHEC ( the name of the homeschool group in lake town) meeting to see the fates of our poems and stories decided. I knew my story wouldn't win just because it wasn't one of my better ones, but I was dissapointed in my poem. I really wanted it to win, especially since It was dedicated to my Grandmama Jean. My story got 3rd place, but there was a first place tie, so they just skipped 2nd place, and my poem got 2nd place. The theme for all the poems was suppossed to be " a lesson learned," so I wrote a poem about a true story, something that happened to my Grandmama Jean when my Dad was a kid. Now here it is for all the world to see.

Piggy Back Ride

The fair was over
The day was through
The pig almost won a ribbon blue.
The judging was close,
But we were out of luck
It was time for the pig to go back in the truck.
We chased him we tried
But only in vain
We couldn’t catch him it drove us insane.
Well he looked at me
And I stared him down
"He won’t get past me, he won’t get around."
We had him surrounded
But he wouldn’t go in
Not by the hair of his chiny chin chin.
He wouldn’t be breakfast
No sausage and eggs
There was nowhere to run except under my legs.
He tried to go under
But he was too big
Next thing I knew I was riding that pig!
The others just laughed
As I shouted and screamed
I was atop that pig for forever it seemed
I was jostled and bounced
Until with a yell
He bucked me right off, and downward I fell.
I lay there a minute
my whole body achin’
I would make sure that pig would be bacon!
So I give you this warning
(Though It didn’t send me to heaven)
Never try to catch a pig when you’re only four-foot eleven!

Dedicated to Grandmama Jean
Written by Briana Selman December 2005