I am really looking forward to Christmas! I think that the best part of Christmas is when people like the gifts you give them. It makes everyone get the warm and fuzzies. I finished my shopping yesterday, but it was so tempting to buy more for everyone. All of the nice thngs that I knew people would love would jump out at me...but I'll write more later. An older sister whose name I shall not mention wants me to call and order pizza now so she doesn't have to wait for it to be made. Must free the phone line!

One of Many Conversations in My Busy World of Babysitting

With Christmas coming the kids I'm babysitting are getting increasingly excited and anxious about Santa's arrival. Here's what Dylan and Raina had to say about it:

Dylan: (In a very loud, melodramatic voice) Look what Santa gave me! SPIDERMAN and his motorcycle! *pauses to see my reaction and shakes with joy*

Me: Wow! I love Spiderman! When did you see Santa?

Raina: At my cousin's Christmas party. But the reindeer were scared, so they stayed on the roof and Santa came in a car.

Dylan: They weren't scared of me! (Triumphantly) And Santa gave only me a present, Raina didn't get anything!

Raina: (Heatedly and Belligerently) LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE! You didn't see any reindeer, and Santa gave me a present too!

Dylan: (for the rest of the evening, mumbles) Liar liar pants on fire, liar liar liar, liar liar pants on fire...

Left Brain, Right Brain

The subject in school that I struggle with the most is writing. It was a surprise to me when I realized this, because it used to be my strongest, not the weakest part of my schoolwork. I was trying to figure out how this had happened, and I decided that there could be one or two reasons why I have to work so hard to write a good essay.

#1. I used to write all the time, whether creative writing or a school composition. The last few years I had very few writing assignments, and my writing muscles slowly atrophied. Could the simple reason that I dislike writing so much be that I didn't exercise my composition skills?

#2. I've learned a lot recently about the differences of the right and left brain. They say that if you use your left side of the brain mostly, you think in words. (or something like that.) I used to see my words in my head as I talked. It was like those screensavers where you have a phrase run across the screen...I would see the words run through my head in consistent motion...and I think that you use the left brain for writing. However, a few years ago I learned that when you draw pictures you have to look at shape, something which the left brain doesn't do. Seeing the negative and positive spaces is a skill of the right brain. I taught myself how to use my right brain, to see shapes and colors etc. As I became more adept at that, my drawing skills increased, and I seldom used my left brain. Aha! Maybe I used my right brain so much that my left brain isn't use to the exercise! hmmm...

Or it could just be that my writing book is more challenging...which is probably what it is, but the other solutions sound more interesting.


I have watched a lot of movies recently, being sick and all. Probably my favorite one that I saw was War of the Worlds. Those of you who have seen it are probably wondering what's wrong with me. At least, I've had a few people ask me that already. Teehee. I've always been a fan of the science fiction and fantasy section of the library. (Though some gets a little too strange for me.) I just read some H.G. Wells this summer, and I was interested to see what a movie about one of his books would be like. Sometimes though, I wonder what Wells had gong on in his mind. Some of his stuff is very strange. I read The Time Machine at twelve o'clock a.m., and I did not sleep well that night. (And I'm not one to be scared, either.) Anyway, I absolutely was contented with War of the Worlds. The blood spraying everywhere was disgusting, but it didn't bother me that much. The part where the ferry tips over and all the people are in the water trying to escape the tripods made me want to become a really fast swimmer. That way if a tripod was ever chasing me, I'd escape. Yeah right. But I'm thankful that tripods and aliens aren't invading the earth.

Two Recent Events

A couple interesting things have happened to me recently. One frustrating, one slightly funny.

1. I tend to leave glasses of water all over my room. Two on my vanity, three on my bureau, and one on my window sill, etc. My cat schooner has a habit of drinking from the glasses...a habit which I despise. When I wake up in the middle of the night thirsty, I never know if my water is clean or cat-contaminated. Schooner also sticks his face so far into my glass that he loses his balance and falls over, splashing my water all over the contents on my floor. (And there are usually quite a few things on my floor.)
On Thursday morning I ran up to my room to grab my library book. I was frustrated to see Schoons had once again dumped my water. I wiped it up, forgot about it, then went back downstairs. (An hour passes.)
I went to my computer to do math. I started it up, then turned on the monitor. (Or rather, tried to turn it on.) I thought that it had been unplugged, which happens often. Sure enough, it had been; but when I turned it on, instead of seeing the "Press a Key Now," I saw blackness. And then I heard "ffhp ffhp ffhp." Uh oh. No matter how much I tried the monitor wouldn't turn on. Whenever an electronic appliance doesn't work for me, I call Aaron. And that's what I did here. He and Mom came up and we all came to the same "conclusion." The water had shorted my monitor. Aaron comforted me with this: "Don't worry, it's the worse monitor in the house anyway." Thanks a lot. At least it isn't my very own, just a cast-off from my Dad's office which I grabbed.
END OF STORY #!.

2. I think it was Thursday evening around 11:00. I washed my face and went into my room to moisturize it. I almost used my hair straightener. (Lotion that's hair straightener...not the irons.) I thought that was very funny. I had just turned the lights out when I realize that my face needed a little more cream. I groped through the dark till I found my cream, then applied it to my face, climbed back into bed, and was wondering what that strange smell was. My hands smelled like it, and the scent seemed to be clinging to me. Then! Light dawned! I jumped up, turned on the light, and sure enough; I'd used my hair straightener. I flew to the bathroom sink, flushed my face, then made sure I used the RIGHT moisturizer. Aaron was saying I'd have very straight eyebrows...Ha! As if they were curly.

Signs...

Signs of Bria being gone:

~washing dishes takes a LOT longer.
~the graphing calculator is free most of the time now.
~my secrets are whispered into a black furry ear (kate's) instead of my sister's.
~not as many new, amazing, gourmet food (e.g cowboy pie, fried bananas...if you can call it gourmet. more likely "exotic.")
~whenever i get my e-mail on webmail I don't have to retype my name in because bria used it last.
~my exercise video is always where i left it.
~the laundry is backed up a little more than before.
~the Internet is free at night; I don't have to wait til one o'clock to use it.

Thank God for good food, clothes, a loving family, and shelter from the rain and storm.

Me an Obese Priest?

I took a test that said in my past life I was an obese priest who lived in North Canada who was killed in battle. Lovely.

Softball Pirouettes

Today we had a church picnic. It started with a loverly game of a trivia thing, and then there was food and all that jazz, and then the fateful softball game I'm here to tell you about. I was so absolutely determined to hit the ball out of this world. The ground was quite wet, and to my ABSOLUTE embarrassment, I swung mightily and twirled around all the way on my toes and gracefully (so I've been told by a few people) flopped to the ground. I sat there for like one second and was so incredibly embarrassed. but then I got up. I couldn't hit the ball for like TEN pitches after that. Oh joy I felt stupid. And then I hit it badly and dad caught it. Here's where I say a bad word. Next time up to bat practically all the people who knew anything about softball and baseball were giving me millions of tips on how to connect the bat with the ball. I swung again, and fortunately I didn't pirouette that time.

Someone came over to me later, and said they'd heard all about my twirling fall. She said she'd wished she'd seen it, and that someone had gotten it on a camcorder and then she could send it to Funniest Home Videos. Haha-*sarcastic laughter*. But then I re-enacted it for her. So all was fun and it was a good day.

I like lollipops

BEWARE! MUDDLED THOUGHTS!

Too many people I know have blogs! I could take the time to read everyone's blogs, but it would take ETERNITY! or some amount of time almost that long. I think we need to start stopping people from making blogs! Let's all congregate and start the Blog Control Organization of America.
Actually, I really do enjoy how many blogs are out there. I'm just making a big deal of it. There were some people who I didn't know well enough to carry a conversation, but now, thanks to blogs, we all know more about eachother. It's very cool.
Oh @#&*^$@^!! my luscious frappe has frozen. I stuck it in the freezer to melt, I mean thicken and chill, and it froze. not that surprising I guess.
An interesting thought came to mind just now. Why are certain things called what they are. Like, why is an oven called an oven, a tree a tree, a spoon a spoon, a pen a pen, etc. Of course,someone had to name them. I wonder if Adam had to name more things than just animals. I’d never htought about this, but could Adam speak right when God made him? That’s the impression I get from Genesis. Anyway, why call a tree a tree. Hmm, this is getting complicated. Now I’m thinking that God probably named a tree a tree, only, did He say it in English. Most likely not. So what did He call a tree? The word tree probably evolved from the word God gave it.
There’s also the Tower of Babel to think about. I wonder if when the people’s languages changed if their "linguistic area" in their brain was completely wiped out and replaced with Old English or whatever it was replaced with. Actually, they probably still made perfect sense to themselves and just couldn’t understand why everyone else was speaking strangely in gibberish. I’m afraid that I’m not educated enough on this subject to write much more. Probably quite a few of you know the answers to these simple questions and thoughts of mine. I’m not usually in a thoguhtful mood like I am now, and it’s a rather strange feeling to put a few of my many thoughts down on paper.
But, I’m going to stop "thinking" right now. I’m too muddled and tired and confused to continue. Guess I’ll go and browse some other person’s blog and read their written down thoughts.

Laziness!, Thy Name Is Cara!

I love to be slothful. None of this workaholic stuff for me. It would be so easy to live my life and just be lazy. Sleep in, watch movies, read blogs...it would be ideal. People tell me I'd get bored if I did that. Hmm. I wonder if I would. Maybe I should try it and find out. Even though I like to be slothful I'm glad I am not a sloth...(I believe that was a very profound and intelligent statement.)

School started up last monday. It "officially" started, although we're not all "gung ho" or anything yet. Just getting about five subjects max a day so far.

I've been swimming like crazy as well. My mom offered something like a dollar every four laps to whoever does the most, so I've spent a lot of time in the pool. Good exercise as well as a grand way to earn some money.

Caleb 

Bria and Karen 

This is a fav from vacation. 

Elizabeth 

kimberley! 

Dreaming and Fortunes

It's amazing how all of the things from our past week get thrown together into hundreds of dreams each night. A few weeks ago, when I was sick, I had just watched Sense and Sensibility. That night I had a very deep and sorrowful dream. Something about Willoughby leaving and being a jerk. I woke up totally convinced that I was Marianne and that dear dear Willoughby was gone, oh mournfulness... then i realized that I was still me in my bed in the US in the year 2005. It was kind of a comfort to come back to normal life.

We had chinese for dinner the other night, and I entertained myself with opening fortune cookie after fortue cookie. (four all together.)

Your winsome smile will be your sure protection.

Maybe you can live on the moon in the next century.

You will step on the soil in many countries.

There is a prospect of a thrilling time ahead of you.

Well! not too shabby for fortunes! Someone got one that simply said, "Tastes sweet!" I hope they meant the cookie...

Recycled Posts?

Whenever I have difficulty with coming up with a blog entry topic I decide that I'm going to recycle old posts. But I never can get myself to. It'd just be so easy! Take old ones and put them in half a year later, and maybe no one would remember it!

Anyway, I was thinking recently about people sneezing in (usually older) movies and how they stop the sneeze by putting their finger to their nose. I've never had the sense of mind to try it. But, I've always wondered if it works. I can only think of one movie with real people that someone did it, but I could tell you numerous Walt Disney cartoons where Goofy or someone stops a sneeze.

Catch Up

Okay everyone, I'm not burned anymore.

I'll get pics, hopefully within the next week. I haven't developed film yet.

Undeniable Fact

The undeniable fact is that i am a first class, grade A, bright red beet. to some extent... I red a book on the beach and got so into it that i didn't notice the passing time or the heat overhead...you know the rest!!!! I seldom burn, at least not this badly....Guess it's a new experience for me.

Cape Cod AND Bust

I just read Aaron's post about our unfortunate events. Unfortunate events indeed. However, he forgot to mention one. When the AAA guy finally picked our car up and headed back towards the Citgo station in asthma, (spell check...really Eastham) we realized that we didn't want the bikes to be left overnight at the station. (so far, what we had heard about the station didn't sound too promising. When Mom first called the people they told us just to leave the keys in the car and they'd pick it up during their night shift. She mentioned that there were bikes on the car, and she said, "oh, just leave the bikes there, we'll take them!" right. Then the lady said, "are they nice bikes?" no she didn't really say that, but she sounded very much like she was planning to organize some dirty work in the pilfering/stealing line.) Anyway, we four kids biked to the cottage. And right when we got there we noticed mom, Karen, and Nancy all clustered around something on the wall. They were also doing some strange actions such as jumping up and down, holding their ears, and poking the wall thing with furrowed eyebrows. Turns out that they set off the alarm when they were getting into the house. They were trying to punch in the correct code or something. They called some one who told them to do something and they managed to get it turned off before the rest of us got into the house. But the police had to follow up the alarm, and two polite but serious police guys showed up a few minutes later. It amused Nancy and I to see that the strange lumps in their shirts were bullet proof vests. Ha. We dangerous burglars we.

We have been having a grand time with Frisbee, swimming, tanning...You know what people do at a beach. Today we walked out to the end of the sandbars and found an eight foot stick and promptly "planted" it in the ground to see if it could withstand the onslaught of the coming tide. But then two party poopers, so to speak, walked out and dragged it back in to shore.

Bria and I went for a walk this evening and worked on skipping stones. I was doing quite well (at least I thought so), with an average of three skips and Bria having two. But then I found out that she counts how many times the stone's in the air, while I count how many dimples in the water it makes. Anyway, I did get four skips once...My skipping stone skills are getting quite good. Maybe I should look into it as a profession!

hmm, how interesting is it for people to read about my vacation. Well, whether it is or not, you guys are so missing out on being at the beach! What a compassionate person I am!!

Alex has a skim board, which I tried my "hand" at this afternoon. Ha. It looked easy! I sent it flying, and confidently, cockily chased it, then jumped on it, and promptly flipped into the air and landed on my side. Next try I managed a distance of three inches....

Cape Cod or Bust!

Tomorrow we head out to the cape for our annual two week vacation. I remember when the sibs and I were all younger, and one of the highlights of the trip to Cape Cod was making numerous colorful "Cape Cod Or Bust!" signs. Maybe I'll recreat the past and do it again tomorrow!

Last night I woke up around sometime in the middle of the night in a rather confused daze. As I was trying to get to sleep I heard the hinges of our front door groan. Oh no! I thought! It's a robber in the night! What should I do? I didn't panic. I just got up and shut my door and went back to bed. Ha. What a brave person I am!

That made me think of how at the last Youth Weekend Justin Lera was telling a bunch of people how one night in the men's dorm some guy started screaming in his sleep. It creeped Justin out and he said that he got up and locked his door. Then, later in the night, when he had to make a trip down the hall to the bathroom, he grabbed tha lacrosse stick as protection. Apparently, Wesley was wondering what he was doing...

Speaking of Wesley, the other day, Aaron, Ryan, and I were driving down the highway when I saw this tan car which looked like Wesley's. I pointed it out to the others, and we all thought that it would be interesting if it turned out to be Wesley. After a few minutes, we had managed to pass cars and be directly behind the tan-car-that-was-maybe-wesley's. then we zoomed past him (probably at a speed of 120), because our curiosity had overcome us and we were dying to know who it was! It was Wesley. He didn't notice us at first, so I peered out the window and waved my hands and head and grinned like a maniac to get his attention. It did, and our mission was accomplished.

Yoga and Such

Last night I was watching TV with Bria and Aaron. Towards the beginning of the show we were watching, I flipped through the channels to see if anything good was on. Star Wars episode 2 , which Bria hasn't seen, was on FOX. Ithappened to be towards the end of the movie, and we were just about in time to watch the fight between Yoda and Count Dooku/Dukoo - howeveryou spell that - and I was getting all hyped up and telling Bria that the fight between "Yoga and the bad guy is like the best part in the movie!!!" Seems like only I would call him Yoga! And then, this morning I was telling my mom that Star Wars had been on, and called him Yoga...AGAIN!

Quite often in my daily life, I see or say or think of something rather interesting and chuck it into the back of my brain to save for my blog. I've been realizing that the "back of my brain" is a bottomless abyss and that all of my wonderful blog topics are gone forever. So, people, you have been deprived of some very interesting subjects!

my hand drawing 

Artwork That Describes Me

You Are Best Described By...

Under the Wave Off Kanagawa By Katsushika Hokusai

What Famous Work of Art Are You?

Not Raptured

Today we went over to the Fairwood Bibleschool Graduation. It was a grand time. I'm sad to see Jeff and Lisa go, though. I'll miss them. I'll probably see them at Feasts and stuff...

When they were taking pictures of the students after the graduation ceremony, people were looking for Clyde because he was nowhere to be seen. After I mentioned that he must have disappeared or raptured, Derrick said that if he was raptured it wouldn't be good for me. I mentioned this laughingly at dinner. Derrick, my dad says, "Speak for yourself Biker Man." Ha. It turns out that Clyde wasn't raptured.

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Kimmie... 

Stephanie... 

Katie... 

Kate (haha) 

Casey... 

Meredith... 

Kayla... 

Youth Weekend pictures! 

Atlas Fireworks

For a few months now, I have been planning where to have my house when I'm old enough and wealthy enough to get one. One day, on my way to Fairwood, I saw it. The perfect "house." Well, it's not quite a house. It happens to be a billboard. It's the Atlas Fireworks Billboard sign. (not the small one, the large one...for those of you who are familiar with the route from Chestnut Hill to Fairwood.) I decided that it'll be cheap, comfortorable, and I have no problem with sleeping on my side. I mentioned my plans to a friend last night, who told me that I'd have to invite him to the housewarming. I think I will...but it'll probably be outside. There's only room for one and half in a billboard.

Asparagus

I've wanted to liven up our basement bathroom with a coat of paint for what seems like ages now. Finally, I picked out this nice asparagus green which my fam liked, and Aaron and I headed out to Home Depot to pick it up. It's the coolest color around. Unfortunately, it's a lot lighter on the walls then in the can. It turned out to be a lime/bright green. Very spiffy. It did happen to be slightly limier than I wanted, but it was fine. I found out that I am a very messy painter. Right now I look like the green monster...only slightly less hairy than the Fenway one. I cleaned off my roller cover by squeezing all of the excess paint into the can, and my whole hand was green! no bit of normal/tan/peacy skin in sight. But it washed off...

The youth weekend was totally awesome. Some of you, or most of you have probably heard reports on it. I'll keep mine short. Sports were cool; they always are! The best activity was the road scavenger hunt. I had the best team...even though we came in third. :D Craig was the leader, and the rest of us were Tim (TJ), Melody, me, and Caitlyn. One of the things that I did was ask a store clerk to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Easier said than done. Craig and I figured that toy store ought to have a nice, cheery, cute little lady running it; One who would be overjoyed to sing a children's song to such nice, happy people like us. WRONG! The first clerk I saw was a man, a busy one too. I walked around the store and asked the other guy who worked there to sing the stupid little song. He told me that "Rob" at the front desk had a very nice voice. By the time I'd gone through the line to hear Rob's voice, I was getting impatient to hear the song and then get back ont the road. I asked "Rob" politely to sing the song for me, and he answered with an arrogant ring to his already grumpy attitude. "I'm not UP to that today." Okay ....on to the fish store. Finally, Chris was very nice and jolly and sang the song for us. Mission accomplished.

Among the few things I did and learned on the scavenger hunt, i learned how to pronounce Kawasaki. I was corrected after pronouncing it wrong and being laughed at. Oh well, you live and learn!

I was told to post some pictures. This one's a test. (As well as my absolute favorite picture ever.) 

Ogden Nash

Bria is always putting such beautiful poems and sonnets on her blog. I'm afraid that Ogden Nash is just not the same thing, but I love his rhymes/poems just as much as a beautiful sonnet!

THE FLY
The Lord in His wisdom made the fly
And then forgot to tell us why.

THE PANTHER
The panther is like a leopard,
Except it hasn't been peppered,
Should you behold a panther crouch,
Prepare to say ouch.
Better yet, if called by a panther,
Don't anther.

THE CENTIPEDE
I objurgate the centiped,
A bug we do not really need.
At sleep-time he beats a path
Straight to the bedroom or the bath.
You always wallop where he's not,
Or, if he is, he makes a spot.

CELERY
Calery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.

Now that i'm on the subject of nonsense poems:

LITTLE WILLIE
Willie saw some dynamite,
Couldn't understand it quite;
Curiosity seldom pays:
It rained Willie seven days.

CARELESS WILLIE
Willie, with a thirst for gore
Nailed his sister to the door.
Mother said, with humor quaint:
"Now, Willie dear, don't scratch the paint."

SISTER NELL
In the family drinking well
Willie pushed his sister Nell.
She's there yet,
Because it kilt her--
Now we have to buy a filter.

Okay, let's even this out.

NIGHT
Sara Teasdale

Stars over snow,
And in the west a planet
Swinging below a star--
Look for a lovely thing and you will find it,
It is not far--
It never will be far.

A BOOK
Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Okay. I'm "poetried" out. I am feeling like Bria, though...

Courtesy Calls and Such

Busy week. School, school, school, AND MORE SCHOOL! Aaron mentioned tests....oops....My family has a thing that makes it so that the phone rings while we're online, and we can choose to answer it if we want to. If we pick it up we have to hang on within thirty seconds if we want to stay online. Well, the phone just rang. I answered it. "Hello, this is a courtesy call." I hung up. The kids yelled at me. I never listen to courtesy calls, if I can help it. It's usually about an overdue library book. (No, I realized that overdue isn't spelled overdoe. :D) The kiddos (Aaron and Bria) insist that they're usually important and always to listen to them.

However, so much for this post. I'm being bugged and bombarded, literally from both sides, to get off the pc. (Chicken waiting to be done. Brother getting online. You get the picture.)

Blah Blah Blah

I have the most awful and wonderful story to tell. Well, I'm afraid it's more awful thn wonderful. It all happened when I was brushing my teeth on Saturday morning. As I set my toothbrush down I swiped a few things of the counter. I was just going to leave them, but then I heard a "gloink" as something fell into water. Not a good sound. I turned, and horror of horrors! My mom's $300 glasses were slowly sliding down the toilet, never to be seen again...at least, they would have been a gonner but I bravely took the plunge, put my hand in and grabbed them, raced to the sink, and my painful moment was over. the end.

i won't record my experiences with bowling, sounds like a couple people have already done that.

Today I had the enjoyment of going to two consecutive parties. One was a baby shower, the other a birthday party for andrew. (cherilyn and bill's kid.) it was so awesome to catch up with doug, paint alicia's nails, and watch little kids run around, etc.

oh dear, we had the scariest game at the baby shower. you had to undress a doll and dress it again with a diaper and a onesie (sp?), not that hard. BUT there's a catch. your eyes must remain shut. nasty, I tell you! I had to go against the experienced Amy, and sure enough, I lost, but only by two onesie snaps.

The Dronings of My Brother

I'm sitting here in my room listening to Aaron downstairs droning on about the unfairness of not being able to make cookies when one wishes. But it isn't just simple "droning," he created a speech, wrote a bill, had it signed, and presented it to my mom. What cleverness. I think that I would really hate writing a bill...I'm afraid I'd be a lousy senator.

I have been doing simply tons of reading recently. I think that I have madly devoured eight books in seven days. The drought of no reading (for me at least) has ended! I used to be quite the avid reader, but I stopped that delightful habit last summer and didn't pick up more than five books in something like half a year. And then I had to get some books to read for school, (Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry, Kim, The Jungle Book, The Time Machine, War of the Worlds, etc) and so I went to the library for the first time in what seemed forever. There were some surprises there for me. The books had been rearranged, there were many, many new books, the skinniest librarian is now plump, they have a larger and better collection of movies, etc. I quickly picked fourteen books off the shelves at my last visit, (yesterday) and have finished two....

*Sigh*...I love this blogging. I don't know what I'd do if there weren't a few interesting blogs. Probably not even bother to go online at all. For a while there I was getting tired of the whole world of blogging, but recently my interest has been renewed, and although this is not one of my most interesting posts, and you might not have known just to read it, I am happily revived.

OOOOOOOOOOOH! I just was looking up something in the dictionary and the most pleasant word popped out and stuck itself in my face. As a matter of fact, quite a few fun and interesting words have come to my interest:
razzmatazz-just saw that one
mellifluous
zephyr
atavistic
pulchritudinous....

I'm being paged...(to go do a frustrating and simple task of throwing together a salad.)

What Happened To Happily Ever After?

I'm really mad, cause i just watched this movie called Sabrina with Audrey Hepburn, and it ended just the way i was hoping it wouldn't. She's in love with this guy since she was little and then he realizes he loves her after she gets back from being away and then she decides the person she REALLY loves is his brother...Humphrey Bogart. That's a rough summary. Very disappointing. She really should have married the one she loved all along...

Not On Yer Life

Just felt like saying that, actually quoting Aaron because he said that to me because I was terrorizing him and spraying him with scented water, and after he gave me a frustrated glance I pointed out that he had not said "please don't" and then he shot back and said that I hadn't said "may I?" so I asked him and he said, "Not on yer life!" The End

Wow, I feel like Victor Hugo or something. Wasn't he the person who wrote a twenty page sentence or something? It's really rather fun. I wonder if he managed it without run-ons....

Today was the norm. Basketball, reading, ice cream, basketball: 21, horse, one on one, sleeping, etc. A norm Saturday, at least. Ryan's getting wicked good at basketball. He has beat me in horse twice and almost in 21. Life is getting scary.

Yesterday Bria and I felt like going for a drive, so we jumped in the car and returned some stuff for Mom at Walmart. We stopped at a couple clothes stores, one of which is a second hand store with a weird lady who runs it. I was wearing my kind of crinkly, peasanty, green skirt, and there was this girl in the second hand store, who when I walked through the door promptly told me I had a "sick skirt." Ah, the utmost compliment. Doesn't it kind of weird you out how compliments and words can be just, well, freaky? Cool, dude, hot, sick, sweet, just how they're used. Everything eventually seems so cliche. I'll just say something classy like spiffy or snazzy or fun or something. I refuse to say sick!

Bubblin' Over

Those of you who have been lucky enough to come to my house and spend a night in our addition are probably acquainted with our jacuzzi bathtub. It's really deep, with jets that blow water, and it has a huge faucet.....etc. Anyway, a few times we accidentally put too much soap or shampoo in the bathwater. It actually doesn't really matter how much you put in, whether it's in your hair or a dollop on a toy boat, it will bubble up higher and higher. (with the jets running, I mean) I've had a few fun times making Duncan look like Santa Clause, and Ryan has gone in and scooped out suds to make himself look like an old geezer, too.

Today, the bathtub was filled quite high, the jets were running, and there happened to be some soap in the tub. THink you know what's going to happen? Okay, so Nancy and Ian were out on a car ride, Mom was upstairs, and the rest of us five kids were outside playing basketball. (Two on two, my team won. :D) I was getting Duncan ready to go outside, and I went into the hallway to get his boots, and as I leaned over I heard the sound of the jets running. Seemed like they'd been on for a while, so I meandered over to the bathroom. Once in the room, one gigantic "Holy Cow!!" pierced the air. The bath had bubbled over three feet out onto the floor, and had reached almost a towering foot above the level of the bath. I waded through the suds, swished around until I found the jet button, turned it off, and waded back out. I had forgotten to take off my flip-flops, so they were very greasy...

Our cat, Ketch, has been limping around on three paws for a day or two now. He was holding a front paw gingerly, and meowed whenever anyone tried to touch it. Finally, my mom took him to the vet today. Apparently, he got into a cat fight, and a bad infection set in. Poor kitty. He has to spend the night at the "hospital" while the people shave his paw and clean out the infection. Unfortunately, we were late with getting his rabies shot this year, so he may get rabies within six months. So, if you see foaming at the mouth and staggering around any time soon, stand your distance!

House or Infirmary?

There is only one other time in my life that I can remember my whole family being sick. These past six days have come close, but it wouldn't count to say we're all sick because Dad isn't. Just the 87.5% rest of us is. (Thanks to Aaron for the percent, I hate diong math when i'm sick.)

sorry for the short and gloomy report...

Old and Decrepit

When I'm old and decrepit just take me to New York and let me live there till the end of my days.

My my four days at New York were (what's a word that i haven't used recently...i've already done bliss, joy, awesome, cool?) ecstasy? you get the point.

My parents, Ian, Duncan, Ryan, and I left in the Rialta around twelve thirty on Friday. Bria and Aaron would follow later after Aaron had his piano lesson. I was looking forward to a nice long and relaxing ride....little did i know that it would be far from the ideal five hour trip. The first thing that went wrong was my Dad bringing his GPS. Two words describe what I thought when he stuck it in the door. Uh oh. And sure enough, we ended up disregarding all sensible directions and took some round-about route to Oneonta, which didn't work out. I won't go into all of the painful details, but I'll just say that we got stuck once, had to back down a mountain, got lost quite a few times, and reached the Holschers in a hunkin' six hours. But, at least we were there.

I was greeted at the door by Spiderman and Becca. (For those of you who do not know, Spiderman is NOT Peter Parker, but Caleb Holscher.) We unpacked, and I walked around the house and remembered what room was where and how to get around. Then we had Sabbath meeting and Sabbath Treat. Bria and Aaron reached the house an hour after we did, (and they left at two thirty)

I can't really remember tons and tons of stuff that we did, just a few things. I'll try to remember some of the most interesting.

On Saturday we went sledding. (Down the hill that Klara once told me took fifteen minjutes to get down, then corrected herself a year later and said five, and once again corrected herself a few years later and it turns out it takes thirty seconds to reach the bottom) Becca and Ruth have a couple very cool sleds, and Ruth and I were the fastest combination. Ryan mastered the snow board, we played snow tic-tac-toe, had snowball fights, etc.

I did the goats with Klara a few times because Katherine was sick. Each time Ben and Aaron devised evil plans to scare us. They succeeded, but it took a few tries! Once Klara and I sneaked around the back and after giving the goats their hay we peered through a crack in the wall and saw Bria, Aaron, andBen crouched around the barn door gesturing excitedly at eachother to remain quiet and as sneaky as possible. Then Klara made the sounds of a coyote and I made the sounds of a goat being eaten (not loverly noises) until the we couldn't any longer. We cracked ourselves up. After they managed to scare me the kids pretended to go in but really came out back and threw fire crackers. I threw a bucket of water at Ben....and only got his foot. How sad. Anyone wuld be frightened, though, if they heard Ben scream...not a pretty noise.

WE played Cranium, talked a ton, I got electricuted by a wire carrying a charge of 500 volts (long story), Ben almost had his soul stolen from him, Becca and Ruth got better from the chicken pox, Spiderman webbed a few people...we did lots of exciting stuff like that.

Oh, yeah. The ride home was smooth and fun and fast.

Should I Set A Date?

The Feast was good. The sports were the best, but people already know that by now, I think. Volleyball was cool, but sadly people started dropping off my team. We started with six people, then kayla left, then Devan sprained his ankle and so we had to play diamond. Bruce Cook, me, Aaron, and Adam were able to pull it off and whooped the other team...sorry peoples, it's true. Warball was good as well, but a few people as well as myself think that Mr. Knowles was picking me out of a crowd to get out. Bleah.

One of the first days that I was at Fairwood, I was running down the Lodge stairs and decided to run through a puddle of water at the bottom of the staircase. I charged "through" it, but it turned out that it was no longer a puddle of water, but a puddle of ice. My legs crumpled and I skidded along the ground gracefully. I actually don't know if it was graceful...but I ended up with a pleasant quarter sized scrape which continues to drip blood for the next ten or fifteen minutes. My shoe is a testimony to that.

My favorite meeting was Uncle Neil's about Jehovah Jireh, Jehovah the Provider. He talked about how he meets all of our needs, no matter what they are, and that He'll fill us up to overflowing with what we need.

Well, here's an interesting story. I was playing warball up in the gym with steph and caleb. klara and steph and I had been trying to get Caleb to say something to me about getting married, because Klara had told me that the night before Caleb announced that he was going to marry me. here's the conversation:

Me- "I love you, Caleb."
Caleb- "I love you too, oh yeah, Cara, Will you marry me?"
Me- "We'll see."
"That means no." (SAd face here)
"WEll, how about you ask me again when you're sixteen?"
"AAw, I might forget by then. How about when I'm six?"
"Okay."

(meanwhile steph snickered in the background)

At dinner he came over to me and sat down next to me and started to whisper messages into my ear.

"Cara, I was too embarrassed up in the gym to tell you, but I think you're beautiful. And Cara, you're jazzy, you're really jazzy."
"Aww! THanks!"

Isn't that so sweet of him? I'm starting to consider his offer. Should I set up a date? Unfortunately, I don't like the idea of a really long engagement...and, well, a husband nine years old younger than me is not my ideal situtation. Sorry Caleb. Please, NOBODY break the news to him. I don't think anyone would, but i had to say it anyway cause it would just be too sad if someone did.

I've been obsessed with Ryan's new pc game. Spiderman 2. I just love spidey...now THAT'S who i'm going to marry! wait, did Mary Jane end up marrying him? oh well, i think he's already taken. (I've fought Doc Ock once so far...I won.)

It's getting late and I've had a cold, but it's been awesome to write again! It's almost like old times! I guess i'm not as into this blog thing as i was before. For a whle there i was writing every day. *sigh*

kinda boring day

today was a kinda cool day. i've been pretty bored. i had an awesome time in a private chatroom today! i love doing that! steph, kayla, and i like to do that everyonce in a while! it's awesome! today melody was in the chat too! that was fun! we had a blast! just fooling around. well i can't wait till the feast!!!! it will be sooooo cool! i'm not gonna be there on wednesday though. i hope i can be there for the rest of the time though. i love going to fairwood! i get to see my friends (steph is gonna be there yay! lol, i mean my other friends will be too but she doesn't always come)! there will be sports on saturday night too! i love sports! except i always hurt my knees cause i get so into warball! i love that game! blind volleyball is awesome too! except that's a youth weekend game so i don't know if we will play it on saturday. i hope we play it, lol! it's so cool! i like almost all of the games, lol! so, as u can tell it has been a pretty boring day cause all i'm talking about is the future. even though i love to talk about the future! lol! like the wedding dresses! lol, and going to art school with steph! lol! ok, well today it is snowing. AGAIN! i'm really not that surprised. it snows alot in new hampshire! lol! so i might go out and sled today! use the good snow up! lol! ok well i'll c ya around! ttyl!

Just a Little Note

here's a little not for you "anonymous" people. I made it so that I can now get anonymous comments, as well as regular comments from people.

In A Few More Years...

One of my favorite things to do when I'm bored is to go on the Internet and look at dresses. A website which I have fun with is this gaelic/scottish website. I was just looking at a few of their dresses this afternoon, and guess what I found? A nice, pretty dress (oh yes, I forgot to mention that they title all of their wedding dresses) named cara! I didn't really love it, because it had lots of golden embroidery running along the front, but then they mentioned that they have another option and I clicked on that. It was the same dress with white embroidery, and it was called Cara B! Hmm...

The paragraph about the dress mentioned that it was named after the small Scottish island, Cara, so I looked it up. Sure enough! There's The Island of Cara a little of Gigha Island and it's a little over a mile long and o.5 miles wide, around one hundred fifty feet high! Maybe I'll get there someday!

Snow Snow? Snow!

Sorry guys, I don't know what happened. I really did post under this title! Oh well...

I said that (the snow snow? snow!) because we had a grand ol' nor'easter. But that's come and gone.

Another thing I mentioned was that I had a dermatologist appointment...my skin is clear and great! The doctor was ecstatic.

I also got my hair cut. Approximately six inches off. This time for real! I love it. My dad didn't like it at first, but now he insists he does.

Today my mom is out and about in Vermont. She is taking Ian and Duncan to the Doctor. Just a three monthly check with this guy. I really, strongly dislike that Doctor, though, because he's the one who misdiagnosed me with Candida. What a dumb dude.

Here are a few "cheesestick jokes." Yes, I know they're enough to double you up in agony, but at the same time, they make you feel smart because they are not that hard to figure out!

What do you get when you cross a scientist and a peacock?
A PEA BRAIN!

How do people walk through walls?
DOORS!

How do you take the paint of a tall building?
With a sky scraper.

How do you call a cash register?
Ring it up!

Why do worms sleep in?
To keep away from the early birds.

When do ducks wake up?
At the quack of dawn.

Alrighty, I'll stop torturing you. Those are pretty awful, aren't they? We call them cheesestick jokes cause we got them off...CHEESE STICKS! Makes sense, I guess.

Just Give It To The Dog, That'll Solve ALL Your Problems

I did another of my "seven hour babysitting specials" today. Fortunately Sydney's a good girl. Her friend (Annabelle) is a handful, however. She's continually doing something loud or active. Whenever you ask her to say please, she screams it in your ear, and then laughs her head off because it was the funniest thing she'd ever done. Robin left me alone with Sydney for the first time. She was letting Sydney get used to me, and she was having me come over while she was still there. It was a great idea. No seperation issues!!! Hooray!
I made Sydney's dinner. (chicken and rice), but Sydney wanted dry cereal. I comlied. She ate a bunch of it, and I used up the last of the milk serving her. I finally had her dinner plate prepared and I set it down in front of her. It was a great meal. But two year old's brains are somewhate twisted at times, and she decided she'd rather have more cereal. I answered her plea with a no, you have to eat your chicken first. She wouldn't do it, so it went down to only two pieced of chicken. Still, no. Eventually, I had to leave the room for a few seconds, and I came back to a guilty looking Sydney and a plate with no chicken. I was so pleased. I didn't catch on to the guilty look until later. I asked her if the chicken was yummy, and she sadly replied, "Sage grabbded it." I looked at her suspiciously and that's when the guiltiness started to appear noticable. Then, on a sudden whim, she picked up her plate (still loaded with rice and a little chicken) and set it on the ground right in front of the dog. She looked up at me with a challenge in her eye. I just ignored it and tried to pull the dog off the plate, not that I would make sydney eat it anyway, but I still tried. anyway, I coped with it in my own way. So, in this case, Sydney's problems were mostly solved by just giving it to the dog. She still didn't get cereal or ice cream...

Sad Story

I just remembered a story that distressed me very much, but which you may find funny:

One day mom discovered that we had run out of diapers (bad thing) and had me run out to the Rialta (our fam's RV) and see if we had any extras in there. I went out, and fortunately it wasn't winter but spring, and searched a few cabinets with no success. Finally, I sat down on the floor to open a cabinet that's under Duncan's seat. The way the handle works, you have to pull a little latch with your finger and it will open, but unfortunately it seemed to be annoyingly stuck. So, I pushed and pulled really hard at the same time, and *WHAM* the latch opened, my hand went down in the latch and got stuck, and the door shut again. I was mad. I couldn't pull my ifnger out, etiher, because when ipulled up all of the skin bunched up or something and prevented my release. I tried to pull and get it out for over fifteen minutes, but to no avail!! So I tried a few other things. I had a very limited supply of tools to get myself "unstuck." I tried cutting the thick plastic handle with scissors,but i only succeeded in creating small scratch marks. (remember people, itwas my right hand that was stuck--I'm right handed) I was getting desperate. There was no dish soap in reach to soap it with. I opened the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit and tried a few random thingsm but they didn't work. I tried writing a nte on a stray baby wipe and tucking it in my cat's collar who had sweetly visited me, but that didn't work. Finallym I heard Ryan come by. I yelleed to him to bring me a screw driver, and he did. So i unscrewed myself and brought it inside. Aaron had very little pity for me when i gasped with PAIN when he tried to pull it off. But he did have more pity later when he found out that i'd been stuck in the Rialta for TWO HOURS! We finally soaped it and after much more painful tugging it came off. The moral? There isn't one.

Lady Come Down...

i watched The Importance of Being Earnest last night! funny movie...I LOVE the song Lady Come Down. I sing it all of the time now...

Yesterday, on a last minute whim my mom and i headed out to Kayla's house and joined a whole bunch of people for a Lord of the Rings marathon. Heavy duty movie watching! clyde had rigged a screen thingy so we got to see it big. i hadn't seen the fellowship's special editoin with extra scenes yet, and it was like watching a whole new movie. i actually liked legolas more now that i thought of him as legolas and not as orlando bloom playing legolas. sorry orland-bloom-lovers, i think he's a creep. Clyde was quite the gentleman and offered to drive me home around ten or eleven at night if i wanted to stay and watch ROTK, but i just watched that a while ago, and so i declined his generous offer.

not much to say! today was just church and Lord's Supper and sunday school. now i'm home and just waiting for Sue Thomas FBI!

see ya round, guys!

I finished my hat that i was knitting, I got a perfect score in a Science test, I watched an awesome movie, I got to talk to wonderful friends on IM, what more could i want? I'm content! not something that i am a lot of the tme, but for now i'm just resting and reveling in the glory of feeling this way.

i'm so glad that steph is back from maine and is once again on the internet all the time! i miss your comments, steph!!! love ya girl!

so guess what i just realizd? my bruises from the youth weekend are finally starting to go away!!! yay! thanks to a few certain people, my knees are rawther purplish still. my right knee especially. at least they aren't swollen anymore... i loved every minute of getting the bruises; catchign balls is my specialty! and i LOVE it! not that i do catch them all the time, but let's say 90% of the time. except for last weekend doesn't count, cause i'd just been sick and had very little energy so i only caught about two out of fifteen.

i shall go now, and browse every one else's blogs! hurray for that...

Ho-Hum

You got it. I'm bored. But i've been saying all day that i wanted to write on my blog, so here i am. :D Actually, I'm in aaron's room right now cause he's downloading stuff from the internet, and because we don't have a cool DSL I can't go on a pc anywhere else, so here i am. okay, i'm freaked out. this is really weird. all i'm looking at is the keyboard. i'm using aaron's wireless keyboard and mouse, and i'm so far away from the monitor that i can't see a thing that i'm writing. aaron's reading my stuff and telling me when i make a mistake. HI AARON! (Aaron wants me to write that he's such a cool person, but i'm not complying.)

My mom just called and needs the phone.....

Okay, it's tomorrow, or rather today. I didn't get to finishing my post last night.

Alrighty, I heard a funny story which I thought was awesome, so, here it is. My mom said that when she was living in Dover, NH with Daddy, they had some borders. One family had two kids...a boy and a baby. Well, apparently the boy was an early riser and he decided to do his mom a favor, so he grabbed a nice large bottle of orange soda. can you guess what's coming? i wasn't able to. He went into his little sisters room and washed her hair...with orange soda. Sticky, orange, etc. NOt a pleasant situation.

i'm learning about magnets in science now. it always struck me funny that science books always seem to illustrate opposite charges or just plain opposite stuff as two little things (i.e electrons and protons, in this case domains with opposite spin directions) with lovey dovey expressions staring at eachother. Today i had one of the domains, and the guy was wearing a little blue beanie. the girl had lipstick, and that was how you knew it was a girl, or femail domain, or whatever....

i cut my finger today!!! those exclamation points do not mean happiness. i was wiping hte counter and sawed it on a serated blade...long story. i now have little ridges where the serated thingys sawed away. kind of like a bagel or a slice of bread...

O Solo Mio

What does that mean anyway? I prolly should be able to figure it out, but it's rawther complicated to my limited knowledge of foreign words.

Bria is coming home tomorrow! yay! i've missed her. I was supposed to clean up her room today, but i didn't end up getting to it. Lisa and Katie and I slept in her room a few weeks ago, and we hadn't gotten to cleaning any of the mattresses and sheets out. We were planning on getting Bria a bureau while we were gone, but we couldn't find any that really would go in her room.

Now I'm mad. one of my many brothers just did something that annoyed me to no end, and now I don't feel like writing cause i'm mad. oh well, guess that's stupid.

Got tons of school done today. Learning about World War II, Evolution vs. Creation, pronouns, and lots of stuff in math. Right now i'm at a good place in school. Everything is pretty interesting, which I'm grateful for. I'd planned out that this would be the worst school year ever, but it hasn't turned out to be too bad.

Well, my stupidity is overtaking me and I think i'm tired of writing for now. :D Sorry peoples.

YOUTH WEEKENDS ROCK!

hehe, disregard my rawther enthusiastic title. i'm still having a pretty tough time calming down with coming home. it's a change from being with so many people in a different place for so long. i missed home, but i really love the break now and then.

we did so much cool stuff this weekend. it was a little bit frustrating to me at points, because this time all of the kids were arranged into teams. once you were on a team there was no going back. i was on team three, and although we weren't very good in quiz bowl (that was because mel and I weren't there, of course) we were good in naming melted candy bars and drawing portraits on balloons....i'll tell you about that in a minute.

first of all, last friday i was sadly sick. :( *sniff* i was really queezy and feverish for a while, but i slept it off (man did i sleep it off!!! i slept over thirteen hours that day and night!!) i spent my day doing fun things like watching The Mask of Zorro (if you see my profile you'll see that that's a fav movie) and other movies. i didn't do school (hallelujah) and then on Friday the weekend started, so i haven't done any school for a while.

Friday morning we headed out with 'Evan and melody. we reached fairwood early, so we were able to show her fam around the premises. i love fairwood. it's my second home, and i always feel so comfortorable there. anyway, we had to head into meeting pretty quick. but of course there was seeing friends and talking about braces off and chatting and hugging etc for a while. the weekend's theme was being friends with God. i really liked that, because that's something i've been thinking about lately. this weekend came at a good time for me, because i've been back into the reading Bible and learning about God, versus starting to drift and go in the other direction. there were a lot of good experiences, and i'm so glad that i went.

we had sports! (OH YEAH!!!) after the meeting. we went up with out teams and played some blind volleyball (clothes pins on net, volleyball=purple rubber thing) that was cool, and then we played basketball, but i didn't do that one cause i didn't want to lose too much energy and get sick again. i think we did more, but i don't remember much about friday. maybe i should have copied Kate's devotion to xanga and written down stuff as it happened in a notebook. :D
more meeitngs....

sabbath meeting was enjoyable. i almost fell asleep, and i kinda wish i had because that night there was a very little amount of sleep for everyone. a person who i will not mention who had snoring issues, and we were all kept up quite late with her melodious snorts. (sorry person, glad you don't know my blog!) Aunt Sharon put a fan out and turned it up really loud to try to wake her up enough to make her stop. to no avail. the opposite happened, the girl started snoring LOUDER! by now i was laughing, even though i wanted to get to sleep just as much as everyone else wanted to. but the inevitable happens, and i eventually dozed off.

morning was good. yummy breakfast, another good meeting, etc. they have a fellowship room in the basement of the church now, and some awesome time was spent there wti around the world ping pong and just lounging. i was in the top three of around the world quite a bit, but i could never quite reach the top. *sniff*

sports that night were much better than the ones before. we played WARBALL! yes! that's the best fairwood game ever! with all the guys there by now it was very competetive. i got out a lot, and i was starting to get frustrated. but that's just me, i always get frustrated in warball. i see it as i'm the good guy and everyone else is the enmy (at least, everyone on the other side of the cout.) i slammed to my knees a few times to catch a ball, but i ended up ruining my knees more than anything else. everytime i play warball i get large purple bruises and red scrapes all over my knees. oh well, i'll just call them battle scars...

i forgot to mention some stuff we did in the afternoon. we did a cool game called balloon portraits. you had to draw everyone on your team on a balloon and then once you were done you had to go and guess who was who on each of the other team's balloons. you got points for your team when you guessed the balloons correctly and when people guessed the ones you drew. i did mel, and she came out good. my team got a 42, which was the best score possible!! oh yeah! some people had hideous ones, some people were quite well drawn. personally, i liked my team's best...

we did a few other games, but one interesting one was naming melted candy bars without tasting or touching them. my team did best on that one too. thanks Amy!

the night last night went much smoother than the one before. we went to bed a little earlier, and everyone fell asleep much faster as well. i love to sleep......

church was awesome. so many people got baptised! FIVE! it was really cool.

i must go, i love long posts, and though none can be too long, i guess osme can get rawther close to that. anyway, it's aaron's birthday, and i should straighten up stuff

love you all! ben, keep blogging! i'll miss you if you don't, you make everything much funnier...

Sheiks and Porshe Carreras

This blog thing is getting really popular. I'm so glad, gives me something to do on the internet! I've been pretty impressed so far with what people have been coming up with for blog names. right, ben? i love yours, bria...and yours too aaron, and of course steph and mel and lindsay and kim and kate...alrighty, i'll just say i like all your names. (actually, i named the last few cause i couldn't just name some! but ireally do like them!)

Wondering about the "Sheiks and Porshe Carreras" yet? Once my dad made up a limerick for me. he and I were trying to remember it this afternoon, but it took us a while to figure it out. Bria, do you remember? Here's what we came up with:

There once was a girl named Cara
She met a sheik that lived in Sahara
They got married one day
And after that they
Rode off in his new Porshe Carrera

something like that, at least. You don't get the right effect unless you sing it, though. And the effect's even better when you imagine if that really happened. Speaking of Porshes, do you say Porsha or Porsh? (i mean pronounce it that way?) i like Porsha, but my brothers and Daniel Adams would be very unhappy joes if i started saying it that way. I guess I'll humor them.

I was really tired today, so I decided to take one of my now-common naps. I had just gotten all snuggled when Nancy came in, and I had to jump up right away cause Seth was with her! He looked so good. I hadn't seen him for four years, since before he joined the army. We all had a great time sitting around, drinking coffee, and talking. We mostly talked about normal life, and how good it was to have Seth back. He's such an awesome guy...kept us laughing. :) Nancy couldn't stop laughing when she told how the other day he called her cause he'd locked himself out of the house. He was in his socks and didn't have a coat. I guess what happened was that the neighbor drove over and was going to call 911, cause he said that Nancy didn't have an older son who'd come back from the army. Seth was just kind of like, "oh." but he finally convinced the guy that he really was a Brown and then he called her, but she wouldn't drive the five minutes to unlock the door for him. She made him walk through the snow in socks...this is frustrating. stories are much less interesting when written than when they're told face to face. anyway, Nancy thought it was quite funny that he was a soldier and wouldn't walk in the snow. (he did have a cold) but this is getting dragged out...

went birthday shopping for aaron today. got some great things...

we went to the art store as well as a bunch of other places, and i got some drawing pencils. i need to fix up my Reagan picture, cause STeph wants me to take it to the youth weekend and it's a little rough. so i'll go over that tonight.

speakin go things to do tonight, i just fed ian and now i have to go and feed duncan. mama and daddy and aaron and ryan are all out righ tnow, so i guess i'd better get workin!
love you all!

Some Things Just Don't Work!

I found out last night that sometimes some things just don't work. For instance... well, the other night i was pleasantly getting ready for bed. I was in my pjs and was in the bathroom and had just brushed my teeth. i picked up my retainer and was putting it in, but it just wouldn't go in! i was starting to get mad when i looked at it closely...i realized that maybe my bottom retainer doesn't go on the top. yuppers, that's what i was doing. putting the bottom one on the top.

And then, the other day i was holding a cracker in one hand and my hair elastic in the other. I was talking to someone, and then i decided to take a bite of my cracker. figured out what happened yet? yup, i tried to eat my hair elastic. it just didn't feel right! slightly rubbery and dry....

And yet, another time, I was putting on a shoulder sweater. Have you ever noticed how one end of a shoulder sweater loooks just like the other? Well, I pulled it over my head and put my arms in the sleeves...again, it just didn't work. I'd gone in the wrong end! Haha, that was funny. Actually, i think that i've done that twice. I'd better think a little before i put that sweater on, next time.

About my day...I crammed all of the school in that i could this morning. (guess what? i had to have someone explain to me the other day that you don't say you cramped to get something done. you say crammed to get something done...wait, that doesn't sound right. i think i'm still confused...thanks anyway, person) I had to go babysitting around two, and i was going to be out until seven. I knew that i'd have to fit some flute practice in at night, too, and i wanted to go on the internet as well, so that's why i was working so hard on school.

babysitting was good...tiring, but good. Sydney had a friend over, Annabelle!!! isn't that the most amazing name? all i can think of when i hear that is Clarabelle, the awful cow in Walt Disney cartoons, and that makes me think of Elmer Fudd for some reason and that makes me think of...nevermind. we won't go there. Robin had the most amazing pizza for dinner. (I eat at their house cause i'm away so late) it was organic pizza with no sauce! but it was prolly the best pizza i've ever had. Annabelle didn't think so. She kept asking for Robin to put sauce on it, and then she gave everyother bite to the dog. She ended up eating like four pieces, which a lot for a small two-year-old. but when you think aout it, she really only had two! Sage (the dog) wasn't that hungry tonight, i think.

i had to play lots and lots of hide and seek with the girls. i tried not to let them disturb robin who was getting work done. i have counted to ten and/or twenty so many times today! ever noticed how kiddos like to skip six? one, two, three, four, five, seven, fourteen, fifteen, seventeen, etc.

i should stop for now, i have a devoted friend who's chattering away to me while i'm not even answering. she has to go in five minutes anyway, so i might make her "last moments" good ones! have a great night everybody!

GO RED SOX!

Friday...uggh. Want a summary of my day? Cleaning Cleaning Cleaning Cleaning Cleaning Baking Cooking Baking Eating Schooling etc. i haven't gotten to Sabbath Treating yet...that's what i'm waiting for!!!

No, my title to the post has nothing to do with anything except that i was just talking to a friend about the red sox and that i realized that i haven't thought about them for ages, so i decided to keep the spirit a live a little. :D

That smiley reminds me how i was IMing stephanie and i meant to do one of those smileys and i accidentally did this: +D. doesn't that look like a poisoned dead person grinning? creepy.

I really did do a lot of baking today. my brothers and dad really love zucchini bread, and we tend to go through almost two loaves a night whenever we make a batch, so i made four today. phew, glad that's over with. OH @#$^#!!! I just burned the rice. Smooth move. I guess it isn't too bad. I remember when i was little and my mom or Bria would periodically burn the rice and we'd have to put the pot outside cause it smelled so bad. then we'd have to open all of the windows and slowly the smell would go away. When we got the pot back inside, I loved to chow down on the burnt rice (which came out in one big black and brown and white circle) and eat it. It was like a rice cake! I don't think i'd be so excited about doing that now...

Last night my Dad took me and Aaron and Ryan to the mall! Wow, first time he's ever taken me there, I think. He avoids it like the plague (those are his own words.) Anyway, I was able to get this awesome skirt that i'd seen and hoped to buy. it's sage green and flouncy and peasanty, or whatever you call it. i love it, it's nice and full and i could even do a split in it! (not that i can do a split, but there's less than an inch between me and the floor when i try!!!!!) i'm taking it to the youth weekend (yw) of course. I could even play sports in it if i wanted too. i can't wait for Cape Cod. It'll look awesome on the beach and with flip-flops. Dream on...

Twinkle Twinkle Little Teeth

My braces are gone for forever. when they were taken off i was surprised to find that i actually have straight and white teeth. glory hallelujah! i've missed em, but the whole process was worth it.

I got to the orthodontist a bit late, cause bria'd had to drop something off on the way. i was scooted in after watching a bit of The View on TV. (bleah bleah bleah) stupid TV. they should stick to the designer show. now THAt's what is interesting. anyway, they chopped, pulled or whatever you call it my braces off, and then, the second worse part of my having braces happened. the ortho ground and sanded all of the left over cement on my teeth. *shudder* cold, buzzy, grinding...those are only a few of the worst things. then i had the miserable molds. the girl in the dentist chair next to me was laughing with me about all of the extra mold stuff that was stuck on my cheeks. after i washed the purple and white glue, i had x-rays of my teeth and photos taken. I had to wait for over an hour before my retainer was ready. it's a neat little clear thingy in the shape of my teeth that i only have to wear at night. horror of horrors though, it makes me lisp! but bria's does the same thing to her, and i've never really noticed it. so, now i have my white little toofies back to myself. i've flossed them like twice every day since i got the braces off...it's so easy!

i also went to the dermatologist yesterday. my skin was just getting redder and worse. we were able to get an appointment right away with this really busy lady, so it was cool that we were able to get in. she was really neat! she had a raven black braid with a large cream bow in her hair. it strucky me as funny. she's canadian, and extremely opinionated. one of the first things she said was, "I'm an agressive treater, and i believe in people getting better!" it was such a relieving feeling to have someone who actually is really serious about fixing the problem. my eczema has gotten scratched so much that she said it's gotten and infection. she said that it's like my skin is an open wound to bacteria and other bad stuff. so, now i'm on antibiotics, and corisones, etc. i got a shot of cortisone steroid stuff/...but no, it doesn't give me big muscles. different kind. i'm already looking better! thanks for everyone's caring and prayers!

i have a stupid little cold. at eleven this morning iclimbed back into bed and fell asleep. i woke up at two thirty! hooooooooly moly...i've not slept that long during the day since i was something like three months old. *gulp*

bria's in England. she left this morning and flew over all by herself. she's gonna help Karena out with the kiddos. she'll miss the youth weekend, but that's alright with her. i guess i'd take going to england over a youth weekend, but it's a difficult decision! i hope we play more blind volleyball...i'm gonna spike it some more!! so watch out all of you who are gonna be on the opposing team! *evil laughter*

i'm so mad! i can't find my josh groban CD, where are you? i need it!! good ol josh...

i love skittles. i got some yesterday, now that i can eat them! red ones are the best...

Loverly Sunday

So...SUNDAY! the best thing about Sunday is thinking that tomorrow you have to get up early and do school and go to bed on time and make sure you get certain jobs done, and how the weekend is another week away. Oops...that's the worst thing about Sundays...

I was such a smart little girl, and last night while Bria was on my pc and IMing peoples i set up the ironing board in my room and ironed a whole bunch of clothes. i couldn't decide what to wear for church, so i just ironed everything and decided to pick in the morning.

Sunday school was about economics. not my thing. but evan's great and made it bearable. hurrah for him! we finished up economics really fast, and so we got to play around the world ping-pong. HALLELUJAH! i haven't played ping-pong in so long. at one point, i was chatting with evan and aaron served the ball and i saw it out of the corner of my eye and dived for it and my high heeled clogs gave way from under me and i tumbled to the floor, a mass of me. (pardon the "mass of me" bit, i was going to say a mass of arms and legs, but that didn't sound too flattering, so i chose the alternative. :D)

i've been reading Gone With the Wind for school. bleah. i stopped it cause it was just getting way too awful. Scarlett gets worse and worse and worse and worse and etc. i don't like the movie either. dumb stuff. "Oh, Ashley, Ashley...you DO love me! I know you do! tell me you do! *soooooooooooob*" "But after all, tomorrow is another day! *smile through tears*" not my favorite subject for a book. a southern belle married three times and having her husbands dye and then getting divorced in the end and not loving any of them anyway....*gulp* let's not think about this anymore.

it was so awesome today. when i was sititng in church before evan started talking, I was thinking that i missed Doug, and what do you know? As soon as I thought that he walked right through the door and into the church! wow! i told him afterwards, and he said it was just for me. awwww. of course it was sarcasm...but I won't think of that.

Alicia ran over to Bria and my pew and yelled out in her munchkin voice, "I've stayed dry for 2 days!" Bria told her that she'll take her to get ice cream when she's gone on the potty for a week. Alicia's very excited...

I wanna watch the Italian Job tonight...goody goody.

So Why is it Twelfth Night?

I went to a play of Twelfth Night this morning. The kiddos who put it on did a good job...we went with Chad and Craig. The whole thing was s o much fun. I never got why the play is called Twelfth Night though.

Aww, you girls all make me feel warm and cosy. (meaning all you wonderful females out there who are my age and who i e-mail and are great friends with!) i just e-mailed one of my best friends a few times back and forth; it was so much fun! we hadn't communicated in a while, so it was really sweet to get back in touch.

i watched Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow last night. i loved it! (with editing, like most movies.) it was a bit unbearable and frustrating at times, but all together it was a good movie! of course, if you see it you might want TVG and a little help with someone who's seen it to edit it.

Oops, phone line's needed!

It's Been Forever and a Year!

I haven't posted in so long! It was lovely, actually. I really enjoy writing new stuff on my blog, but i felt like i was running out of stuff to say. so i took a nice long, relaxing weekend away just to refresh my mind so that i'd have something new to write about. wait, that doesn't make sense, and i didn't take a vacation to refresh my mind anyway.

Bria and I went to Lisa's for Saturday and Sunday. It was the awesomest time ever! The Main House is big and empty and vacant since nobody's there (except lisa) and it was really cool to have a mansion like place to ourselves! We left Friday night, and stopped at Karen's swim meet first. We had the coolest time cheering her on. She was wicked fast, and did a great job. Go Sabers! On the way out of Hampshire Hills these two guys passed us, and Bria and I were both so startled to have one of them say "Hi, Bria" to us. It was like, huh? Who what where? But it turned out just to be Josh M. How cool to see someone you haven't seen in a long time in a place where you totally didn't expect him! We talked for a scant minute, and then Bria and I had to go.

So, off to Fairwood once again. We listened to some of Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers read aloud on tape. Lord Peter Wimsey is amazing. I just love him.

We reached the Main House around eight or something and hauled our hefy bags (no, they were not trash bags) into the house. I pulled another cara, and couldn't decide what to wear, so i lugged my whole wardrobe along with me. Not to mention my cooler bag stuffed with cucumbers, avocadoes, brown rice, chicken, and other delicacies for us Candida infested people. Actually, I was a naughty girl and cheated on my diet. It was heaven. Popcorn, Focaccia, etc.

Us three girls (don't tell me, i did it wrong. is it objective or nominative case? i just learned that, but i gues si didn't really...) tramped up to the rec room with our bowls of popcorn and our mugs of hot chocolate and tea, armed with David Copperfield. Well, that's kind of a melodramatic way to put it. We decided to watch the lengthy three and a half hour movie that night. After all, it was the sabbath and we could sleep in the next day all we wanted to, who cares about staying up late? But, some villain had stolen the VCR cord, and so, us desolate females tramped back down the house with our gear (much lighter on the way back, less food on us, it was all in us) and called Diane to see if we could borrow her TV. After a wrong number and no anser we decided to call it a night. We retired to our cosy quarters and snuggled in our pajamas. We looked at a photo album of ancient pictures. It was really amazing at how different people looked then than they do now! THere was just a kind of different look about them all. Anyway, I conked out rather quickly (having taken three benadryl in case i was too be itchy from all of the starch and yeast intake) and snored my way to dreamland.

Next morning: lots of fun stuff, again! We went to the Anderson's and had awesome waffles for breakfast, then we went on a nice two mile, brisk walk to the lake, and after resisting the urge to dip in the 33 degree water we went back. We called Diane again, and this time reached her. Hurray! She had no problem with us borrowing her TV, so we made our bowls of popcorn and headed up the two or three flights of stairs to her apartment. Before the movie started, I stuck some chicken legs in the oven. The Fairwood oven has some issues, and it tends to heat up one hundred degrees below what it says it is. The legs didn't cook throughout the whole movie. I mean, they cooked, but they didn't cook fast. They were just barely done after the movie was finished, and they were quite plump and juicy! Hurrah for slowcooking...

We made fraps ( i had a grapefruit slushy in place of a frap) and then made guacamole, and nachos for diner. Yummy food was one of the best parts of the weekend!

Okay, this is taking way too long. We watched another movie that night, went to bed, woke up in the morning, got ready for church, went to church, got out of church, went to sunday school, got out of sunday school, etc. Soon, it was time to head home. So we did, and got home in time to prepare for the superbowl.

*sigh* exhiliration barely cuts it. GO PATS! that was the best game ever! yeah, it was a little scary at times, but we pulled through. Deion Branch was something else. They were all so awesome. Now it's up to the celtics.... haha. (sarcasm)

Tuesday Bria, me, and Melody went on a little shopping spree. I found a really cosy five dollar sweater, and some tanktops for summer, and a wicked cool necklace which i love.

yesterday, i had my flute lesson, and then my mom, ryan, and I drove around manchester going to various stores and running certain errands. i found this cool hat at marshall's which i'm determined to go back and buy. It's kind of like a cowboy hat, but it's pink, and has black zebra-ish stripes that sgiggle and squirm through the pattern. It goes great with my light pink t-shirt...

after marshalls i experienced my first tanning booth. it was fun! the place was really nice and clean. i just climbed into a small booth and after getting ready (such as putting my goggles on, turning on the radio, etc.) i pressed the on button and climbed in to the other half of the booth and shut the door. VROOM! the walls lit up, and the purply white light started shining. fans in the top, bottom, and door of the booth blew cool air on me, so that i wouldn't get too hot. after the lights turned off, my tanning session was done, and i sadly climbed out of the booth. i think it helped my skin, i wasn't in there long enough to tan, but i'm hoping that there will be an improvement.

well, that's the scoop! Lisa and Katie come over this afternoon to spend the night, and then we're driving them to the airport tomorrow. So, life goes on, busy as ever!

Sneaky Slivers

I have to hurry and write as much as i can before aaron comes back. he's upstairs doing his math, poor dude. he started to go on the pc and then remembered that the stinkin old math wasn't done, and so like a good boy he dutifully went to it. well, it did take a little prodding from mama... So what did you guys think of the personality test? it isn't really like a personality test, i don't know what you'd call it. an opinion test? naw, that just doesn't sound right.
I was so good this evening! I really dislike practicing, as you all prolly know by now. But anyway, I was such a good girl and I practiced for forty five minutes! I meant to do an hour, but I was just too pooped, so I didn't.
You know how i broke that pot top? Well, I thought that I'd swept up all of the glass crumbs, but I hadn't, and I got this sneaky little sliver right in my foot. I felt like I was at death's doorstep. I could picture this evil little glass traveling through my bloodstream twisting and turning, reflecting the white bloodcells, and then traveling right throw the aorta and jamming itself into my heart somewhere, and, well, I'll stop there. I've played with the imagination enough. Actually, I wasn't that worried, because I could still see the glass. I spent the rest of the afternoon limping around and sort of walking with my foot curved up so that the glass wouldn't push against the floor and get further into my foot. It wouldn't bleed or anything, so it really took forever to get it out. But I did, and now I'm happy.
To my relief, life has been pleasantly uneventful, so my blogs aren't nearly as full. I'll just have to store interesting things in my little brain and write them down later.
Have a great night everyone!

Personality and a tough afternoon

Kate did an awesome test on her blog, so like an awful copycat I asked her if I could do the same one. She was a doll and said yes, THANKS KATE!

PERSONAL
Full Name: CBS
Age: 14
Birth date: October 25
Siblings: four brothers and one sister
Pets: my cats Schooner and Ketch
Nicknames: Calla
School: Home schooled

FAVOURITE..?
Color: HOT COLORS! such as red and hot pink and orange
Food: Ice Cream or Chicken Frontega Sandwich from Panera bread
Beverage: water, coffee
Class: Spanish and Science
Teacher: haha, easy, my mom
Number: 8,936,833...not really
Flower: no idea
Book: The Goose Girl, Enna Burning, just about all Alistair MacLeans
Movie: The Mask of Zorro
Actor/Actress: i have lots
TV show: Sue Thomas F.B.I, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
Fast Food Restaurant: Dunkin Donuts
Store: T.J. Maxx, Gap, Macy's, any that has girl's clothes, pretty much
Board Game: uh, uh, Cranium? It's so loooong though
CD: Josh Groban Closer
Singer: duh, J. Groban!
Musical Instrument(s): Umm, Uillean Pipes? For looks i like pink zig-zaggy electric guitars! Cologne/Perfume: I love GapScent White, but that's kind of a no name thingy, umm, Clinique Simple, George Armani Woman,...
Computer Game: don't like that many, how about Microsoft Word!
Thing to do on the Weekend: e-mail, Internet, sleep, be with friends if poss.
Word/Phrase: Holy Cow!
Holiday: Christmas, any time to be with fam or friends

LEAST FAVOURITE..?
Color: dirty mustard, the kind that looks like stale pickles...right Kay?
Food: Fish Oil, if you can call that a food.
Beverage: uuh, uuh, powdered lemonade
Class: math or science, even though science is the best too!
Teacher: my mom, hands down, she's the only option
Movie: I've seen a lot of dumb ones...
Restaurant: McDonalds, but it's not bad
Word/Phrase: honeybuns
Day: Wednesday

HAVE YOU EVER..?
Been In Love: I'm not telling! naw, not really. It depends on what that means...
Used Tobacco (smoke or chew): good grief, no
Drank Alcohol: nope
Smoked weed: that's so sick, no
Done Drugs: nope
Broken the Law: yeah, walked out of the store with a candybar in my pocket, but i brought it back...otherwise i would'nt have been able to sleep. Besides, i didn't mean to
Thought you were going to die: yeah, prolly. In the grips of the orthodontist was prolly the worst ever,...
Run away from home: i planned it when i was five, and then decided it would be too cold at night
Broken a bone: nope, but i came this . close once
Lied: yup, but it was a looong time ago
Skinny Dipped: nope
Had a Medical Emergency: nope

DO YOU BELIEVE IN..?
Love at first sight: yes, but it doesn't always happen
Luck: no
God: yup
Aliens: no, unless they're green with purple polka dots and hairy all over with antenna things coming out of their heads
Ghosts: no
Horoscopes: no
Heaven: yup
Hell: definitely
Yourself: always
Angels: yes, and i'm so glad they're there

WHICH IS BETTER..?
Coke or Pepsi: coke
Oranges or apples: i love em both! maybe oranges...
One pillow or two: doesn't matter, i do either or one or none at all.
Pools or hot tubs: pool
Windows or AC: definitely the AC
TV or radio: tv
Paper or plastic: paper

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU..?
Cried: yesterday
Went to a movie: like never
Talked on the phone: one min ago
Read a book: oh dear, umm, for reading one through, early this month
Your most prized and important possession: my pc for important, my sketchbook for prized?
Your biggest accomplishment: learning how to throw a baseball, football, snowball, etc. it comes in REAL handy
Your biggest fear: living a life of boredom without accomplishing anything for God or for good
Your greatest talent: drawing, laughing, being goofy

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF..?
Abortion: wrong
Death Penalty: depends on what a person did

WHO..?
Makes You Laugh the Most: friends at a sleepover, or on Im (especially when I think they're someone else, long story...)
Is the Most Psychotic Person You Know: me, except for my cat...but he's not a person
Is the Nicest Person You Know: Megan, Kayla, Klara, Steph, Laura,...the list goes on
Do you go to for advice: usually go to my friends, unless it's something immediate or really important, then Bria or my parents don't
Do you hate: not allowed to say!
Knows the most about you: prolly Kay
Has it easier, guys or girls: guys
Sends you the most emails: uuh, i get tons of mail...Kayla when she's not away like she is right now, Em, D. Murray,...
WHAT MAKES YOU ...?
Happy: being at a youth weekend, SPORTS!, being with my best friends and/or any people, playing with Alicia and Drew
Really Sad: when someone dies, Fernando Ortega music (some of it), my flute
Really Angry: crying, getting bumped of the pc

WHAT ABOUT..?
School: that's ok, i could do without it
Your friends: best thing that ever happened to me, i have the best friends one could ask for Being female: I LOVE IT! pretty things, skirts, long curly hair, so glad i'm not a guy
Life: it has its ups and downs, but when it's great I love it! I'm thankful for it...
What is something about you that nobody knows: can't tell! it's a secret...

ARE YOU ...
A Rebel Or Do You Follow All The Rules: umm, both if it's possible
A Leader Or A Follower: leaderA
A Good Friend: I try to be, but I can be nasty when I want to be by myself
A Good Listener: depends on what your talking about!!! if it's math functions then i'm awful, but if it's clothes i'm all ears!
Shy Or Outgoing: outgoing

ABOUT THE FUTURE ... ...
Where Do You See Yourself In Ten Years: married, if not married, prolly something dangerous, like an FBI agent, or a stunt person
Do You Like To Dream Ahead Or Go With The Flow: dream ahead, my life's already all planned out!

So there it is, hope i didn't bore you, cause i love doing those! Go ahead and copy it down to do yourself! They've gotta be something like my fav past time.

I've had an awful afternoon. Thing after thing kept happening, I got bumped off the Internet time after time, and then i went over to get a pot from the cabinet for scrambling some meat and a glass pot top fell on the ground and shattered 'EVERYWHERE! I was so mad. I had to vacuum it up, and then the phone rang and I answered it in an angry voice, and it was an awesome happy, cheery person, and i felt so bad. Oh well, now that i did the test my mind is on other things. Maybe i'm even starting to feel a little happy!

I can't think of a title

Yup, it's true. No good titles for this blog. Good old Sundays are pretty boring around here. Actually, they're far from boring but they're not interesting, if you know what i mean. (Y0u probably don't) Well, let me explain. Sunday mornings are probably my least favorite time of the week (except for my flute lesson on Wednesday) because i tend to stay up late on Saturday, whether it's practicing the flute, watching a movie, or going on the internet. Sometimes it's all three! But anyway, I have to get up around eight usually, so that I can iron my brother's clothes and get ready and primp myself. Sometimes, I sleep in, and then the rest of the day is all hustle and bustle in getting ready for church. But that's an exaggeration. Don't worry, we don't get ready for church ALL day. ANyway, i slept in today, but luck was on my side and i had hardly any work today. So, I just jumped into my new, itchy but nice sweater. (If it's possible to "jump" into your clothes.) Anyway, i love primping. I spent a while in front of the mirror, and then we were off to Sunday School which was about our Christain Worldview (we're doing a series of stuff, with a different subject each week to talk about. Like history, economics, ethics, sociology, psychology, etc.) Today it was politics, and we had to imagine that we were a bunch of peoples going to mars and we had to organize a government that owuld work best. I said that I'd do Plutocracy if i had a couple million dollars. That's be nice... BUt in the end we all agreed to a Democratic Republic. Sadly, there was no around the world ping-pong for sunday school today. Every now and then we do that, and it's so nice! But we've something even better than ping-pong coming up! (what could be better than ping-pong?) After we finish up our series of worldview, we're gonna do something fun, like going out to pizza, or bowling, or stuff like that! I'm so excited! Evan said to think about something we want to do. Any ideas, people?

I have to go and finish up the two hours of Ben-Hur that we have left. *sigh* it's so long. I can't wait for the chariot race! Did you know that a stunt guy actually died filming that? I find that really sad, cause I would love to be a movie stunt person, and I really don't want to die on set. :)

Oh yeah, have I ever mentioned all of the jobs i want to do? I've so many ideas for occupations i'm "going to do." FBI agent is a favorite one! And then I want to do graphic design, and sketch art if there's any way possible to make a living from that. Wedding boutiqe owner, photographer, paramedic, makeup person for movies, hair stylist, etc. too many to all write down. My mom says that i should be a teacher. I strongly disagree !

By the way, the chicken came out good...

Chicken Eyebrows

That's gotta be the grossest title yet of any of my blog posts! There's a story behind it...

OK, so I got up this morning normally, I usually do get up in the morning, it's the normal thing for me to do...anyway. After the norm of getting ready for the day, I came downstairs to get online, and my mom had me get a little turkey pan for making a turkey. I had this funny feeling that she was going to have me dress it, because I never have done it, and she is big on us girls knowing how to do stuff. I was right. She had me dress and wash and stuff and stuff the turkey. Not the ideal job for me. Unfortunately, it happened to be our first organic turkey, and it still had the ends of some chicken feathers in it. I had to pull them out. I think I'm going to have nightmares about this for the rest of my earthly existence. One by one, sometimes two by two, i plucked out those evil looking little white feather sheaths. (is that what you call them? that's what they looked like, at least!) And then a thought dawned on me. It was just like plucking eyebrows! Only, of course, the chicken thingys were a little longer. And, they were white, which fortunately my eyebrows are not. (They were also all over the chicken.) Well, this is getting too disgusting! Maybe i'll change da subject.

My dad's in town right now. He's gone to pick up his little tractor that was just repaired. After he gets home with it he's going to try to clear off the pond with it and the plow instead of the snowblower. The last few years when he's done that something bad happened. Haha, it makes me lauhg. A couple years ago he went THROUGH the ice two times! It was like this, i looked out the window, and I must have exclaimed something, and soon everyone was gathered at the windows and door. We were all gaping with open mouths, and then we called my uncle who has a tractor, and some neighbors, etc. The tractor was slowly going down. Glug glug glug. It sounded like that. The ice was broken in huge jagged pieces, and it had brought up tons of poor little pollywogs with it. Bill was trying to get us to eat them. He said that they tasted like pickles. Only, maybe they were a little mushier. Oh, right. I didn't eat any. Too much for my stomach.