Funny Legs

by Shirley Bahlmann
Brian and Michael did wave leg dances at Grandma's house!

Chasing Boredom

Well, it was a long trip. We'd been in the car for about four hours the day before, counting stops, and we were in the car for another two hours today. I wasn't tired enough to sleep, but Grandma's snacks helped me pass the time.
Yeah, that's Mom behind the camera.
She thinks I can do no wrong.

Creature of the Night

Mom got some Sky Runner jumping stilts. I took them to school to my Physics class, which made my teacher happy, and I wear them around town. They make me even taller than I already am. I've learned to jump and run; they make me go pretty fast. I put some glow-in-the-dark tape on them, so you should be able to see the glowing part in the center of the picture. They make me look like some kind of alien or something. I already have some pretty good Halloween costume ideas for these bad boys. I can try them out first on my little brother (sitting on his bicycle.)
This will be a Halloween to remember.

Didn't want to go

I (Bron's mom) had to make an emergency trip to Provo yesterday to get children's writing class book binding supplies. Bron didn't want to go until I told him we'd stop at a recumbent bike shop for some test rides. When we got to the shop... it was CLOSED. On a THURSDAY. The hours posted showed it was open every day of the week but Sunday and Thursday. WHY?
We discovered cheese in a breadstick at Arctic Circle... even I liked the warm, melty, calorie-laden goodness. We got an order to go and went home, recumbent bike-less.

A Fireworks Graveyard

by Shirley Bahlmann
When I was driving with Brian in the car, we drove through a patch of spent fireworks. Brian looked around, then in an indignant voice said, "Mother! You just drove through a fireworks graveyard!"
I wonder if I'll be haunted by sparklers from now on...

माय फर्स्ट बुक

My first book is coming along great. its been at the publishers for about 4 months now and its at 65,000 words.

Towns

Yesterday as my family and I drove home from a visit in Salt Lake, I noticed all the town names like, Pleasant City, Fountain Springs, and Mount Happy Town. This made me wonder why these towns were full of more gangs, graffiti and crimes than my own hometown of Tyre which has very little crime and graffiti. So I wondered what if someone named a town "Crappy Average Town?" would there be violence and fighting as much as in the towns with happy names?

Not that I'm obsessed with death...

by Bron Bahlmann
Hey, just because the first two books I wrote were about graves and bones does not mean I'm obsessed with death, Its just a coincidence. Some other book ideas I have sound much happier like, The Train of Thought, Elemental Glove, Unlikely Allies, The Bark is Worse than the Bite, and about five other books that I plan to write.