The Nibbana Family

It’s been two weeks since my birthday, and I have been silently frustrated about it since. Birthday’s are a sore subject with me. Who actually enjoys getting older after 30? It’s also hard to digest the fact as you get older you receive less recognition on your birthday. Fewer friends and family seem to even acknowledge them with each passing year. Once you have children, the center of attention on holidays and birthdays becomes focused upon them (as it should). But a culmination of events has resulted in my utter despisal of my birthday.

This last birthday was especially frustrating. I asked for one gift, tires for Kelsi’s car, because her tires are nearly bald and we haven’t had the money to replace them. Kelsi objected to this idea because it wasn’t really a gift for me. What she failed to realize is that a gift that helped her in turn helped me, as we share income and bank accounts and new tires would have eased the burden of having to figure out how to pay for them. I knew I was asking for an expensive gift beyond the scope of normal birthday presents, but I figured other family members with birthdays had also recently asked for tires and they got them. Since people didn’t agree with my idea, nothing was done, and my birthday came and went without acknowledgement.

For the past several weeks I have been quietly reflecting on my Birthday and trying to decide how to change my celebration in the future so I won’t be dissappointed. Finally, the other evening an idea came to me that was long overdue. Why do I depend on others to enjoy my birthday? Why am I hoping others will do something for me? After all, it’s my day, so why shouldn’t I celebrate it and do something for myself? So, hence forth, I have decided my birthday will be a day I will do something special for myself. And I have already decided what I will do next year.

Next year for my birthday I am going to take The Dream Car Tour. The Dream Car Tour is an opportunity to drive six different vehicles from among a stunning collection of the world’s greatest automobiles, including the Ferrari F430, F430 Spider, and 360 Spider, the Lamborghini Gallardo, Gallardo Spyder, Murcielago and Murcielago Roadster, the luxurious Bentley Continental GTC, the stunning Aston Martin DB9, the monster Mercedes-Benz SL65 AMG, and the brand new Ferrari-powered 400hp Maserati GranTurismo.

For once I’m actually looking forward to my next birthday. Hopefully I won’t be a birthday Grinch after next year.

I am going to have a competition called “Which is Hotter; Sun vs. Big Red Star?”

I have been reading about our sun and stars and I went to a planetarium with my Grandma. We learned a little bit about the universe, but I did not find out which type of star was hotter. I thought a competition would be a great way to learn. Next Saturday I will look up  the answer and see who was correct!

Here is what you do:

1. Read the title.
2. Think about your answer. Do not look up the answer!
3. Post your answer as a comment.

Thank-you!

UPDATE

Everybody was right, the sun is hotter than a red star. Congratulations! Everybody who participated can now spend as much time with me as they want!

I looked up the answer using Google. I found the answer on Wikipedia, but Mom made me check another site too. Here is the link to Wikipedia if you want to read more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stellar_classification

Ol’ Papa, I also learned that the stars are different colors because of how hot they are. The hottest stars are blue and the coolest stars are red.

a story by Ari (age 6)

One day I saw a field. It needed some work. People had littered and it was weedy. I wanted to fix it up. As I started the work, flies surrounded me. “What shall I do?” I asked myself, “Shall I continue or not”? I decided to ignore them. They buzzed around me everywhere I went. I felt like I was a queen fly!

I recycled all of the trash. I sorted it and put it in my recycling bin. I put some things in my compost bin and had only a little trash to throw away. I weeded the field and put the weeds in the compost bin too.

When I got done, everything looked so beautiful that I couldn’t even believe my eyes. There were fields of muliticolored flowers and light green grass. I saw one tree that was so tiny. It had no grass surrounding it because I had just planted it and removed the nearby grass. It was a beautiful miracle.

Now other children can see the fantastic field and play it in. The Earth is happy too because it looks great and it is clean.