Thursday, July 20, 2006
S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G B-E-E
Does anyone remember the last time they were in a spelling bee? I was one with the YSA's at FHE on Mondee (the Utah way to say Monday). I didn't win but I did make it to the top 5, out of fifteen to twenty people. I misspelled aborigine. I had never actually written the word before, or really seen it written so that made a difference. It could've been worse. Somebody had to spell thoracic vertebrae and another Tchaikovsky. Fun stuff, I tell you. These guys can sure get creative, that's all I can say about that.
Vacation Birthday
Well, another birthday on vacation everyone. It seems like that will be the plan for that lovely holiday. I don't mind too much, I'm pretty used to it, and was not planning on a party anyway, I'm still gonna be a teenager, nothing too exciting of course. We have tentative plans to go to Nauvoo the day before and on my birthday. I just hope we're going to stay in a hotel. It's always fun to do, and is a rare occurrance for me. My lovely niece is also going to be having the same fond memories of a vacation birthday. I also remember turning eight on vacation, so it definitely creates some memories. So, happy birthday to me everyone. Nauvoo is one of my favorite places to be, with the cool historic sites, the newly reconstructed temple, and being with family is the best thing ever. Always make the most of it. That's my optimism. I would have included pictures, but the picture button doesn't really seem to work on this old machine. That's okay, it makes you use your imagination.
You brush your teeth, chchchchchchch
Brushing your teeth is important to do. I try to do it at least twice a day. However, everytime I do it, I get the toothpaste all over myself. It's like some life skill everyone is good at but me. Well, it doesn't get all over myself, but on my hand, my toothbrush, and my lips are covered in paste. I just wish there were a less messy way to keep your teeth all nice and sparkly. Is there a way to do it with your mouth closed or something? That just doesn't make sense to me, to be able to do that and get all 31 of my teeth clean with your mouth closed. Enough of that nonsense, everyone have a wonderful day!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
What if a kid reaches in there for a snack?
Funny story. My social security card is back at school. I am in the process of getting a new one, one that has my middle name on it hopefully, since it is part of my name after all, not just an "M." I would ask someone to find it, but as I keep telling everyone, I would never wish that task on anyone, to dig through all of my boxes to try and find that little card necessary for employment.
A couple weeks ago on Sunday, my dad was in the other room while my mom, my sister, and I were busy covering a vacuum box for a humanitarian aid project my sister was doing. My mom commented on my shirt, that it was low cut, but I proclaimed loud and clear, "I'm looking straight down and I can't see a thing!" and then we proceeded to work on the box. Then, my mom and sister were discussing where to put the hole in the box to put the granola bars in, and my sister Dancing Queen was thinking of the side, while others, meaning my mother and myself, were heading more towards the top. My mother was telling her that the top would be better, because, "What if a kid reaches in there for a snack?" My dad comes into the living room where we were working and says, "Ladies! I don't know what you're talking about but I want to hear it!" He thought that my mother was still referring to my shirt. Do you see the humor? Kind of like O.Henry's works on irony.
We seem to have an endless supply of chocolate chips in our house. My sister Dancing Queen has been trying to pay back my mother for some time, so she has been doing some fundraising of making cookie jars, with all the ingredients for a batch of cookies, including chocolate chips, so there's about ten bags lying around. My family seems to be addicted to chocolate, and they're dragging me down with them, not like I have a problem with that.
Well, I had better get to the lovely list on the board my mother has left me and my sister. That's what happens when you don't have a day job. I'm working on it though, so you can't say that I've been a complete slacker. All of those wonderful siblings of mine know about the lists on the board, and are probably smiling at this now as they read it, glad they aren't experiencing the same level of fun that I am.
A couple weeks ago on Sunday, my dad was in the other room while my mom, my sister, and I were busy covering a vacuum box for a humanitarian aid project my sister was doing. My mom commented on my shirt, that it was low cut, but I proclaimed loud and clear, "I'm looking straight down and I can't see a thing!" and then we proceeded to work on the box. Then, my mom and sister were discussing where to put the hole in the box to put the granola bars in, and my sister Dancing Queen was thinking of the side, while others, meaning my mother and myself, were heading more towards the top. My mother was telling her that the top would be better, because, "What if a kid reaches in there for a snack?" My dad comes into the living room where we were working and says, "Ladies! I don't know what you're talking about but I want to hear it!" He thought that my mother was still referring to my shirt. Do you see the humor? Kind of like O.Henry's works on irony.
We seem to have an endless supply of chocolate chips in our house. My sister Dancing Queen has been trying to pay back my mother for some time, so she has been doing some fundraising of making cookie jars, with all the ingredients for a batch of cookies, including chocolate chips, so there's about ten bags lying around. My family seems to be addicted to chocolate, and they're dragging me down with them, not like I have a problem with that.
Well, I had better get to the lovely list on the board my mother has left me and my sister. That's what happens when you don't have a day job. I'm working on it though, so you can't say that I've been a complete slacker. All of those wonderful siblings of mine know about the lists on the board, and are probably smiling at this now as they read it, glad they aren't experiencing the same level of fun that I am.
Monday, July 03, 2006
License Plates
I never thought I would be so happy to see an Illinois license plate. Well, I knew I was a huge fan and all of license plates from my home state while I was at school, but here, it is extremely commonplace. Everytime I see one, I think of a phone number, you know, three digits, and then four. Just like a phone number. My mind just amazes me, doesn't it do the same to you? You don't have to answer that.
I don't know why I should be so surprised, but there you go. I like license plates that have Illinois on them. I just have to admit that, and now my conscience is clear.
Can you tell that I'm bored out here yet? I get the impression that my mom wants me to get a job, since in every prayer, she prays that I might find one. I would also like to get a job, but it never seems like it's the right day to find one. It's too stormy, I'm going shopping instead, I want to watch a movie, that kind of thing, but I know that I need a job. I had the option of having two jobs already, either as a nanny, which would really be a mom in my opinion, and to work at my old job at the Disney Store, getting $6.50 an hour, with about ten to fifteen hours a week total. That pretty much sucked, which is all that I have to say.
I did go to Young Single Adults, which was fun on Sunday, to be with people my age again. There's more guys than girls, and I don't know what's going to happen to the branch once all of the guys here for the summer working for ADT are gone back to school, as well as the rest of us yay-whoos. Is that even a word? That's never really bothered me before to make up my own word, I guess I'll just be better friends with Dr. Seuss.
That's pretty much all of the excitement my life has been thus far. My poor roomate at school has been pretty much all by herself, since one of my roomates just got married on Compulsive Indecisions's birthday, to be exact, and my other one works afternoons, so they barely see eachother. I'll just have to bother Camille more often, I guess.
I don't know why I should be so surprised, but there you go. I like license plates that have Illinois on them. I just have to admit that, and now my conscience is clear.
Can you tell that I'm bored out here yet? I get the impression that my mom wants me to get a job, since in every prayer, she prays that I might find one. I would also like to get a job, but it never seems like it's the right day to find one. It's too stormy, I'm going shopping instead, I want to watch a movie, that kind of thing, but I know that I need a job. I had the option of having two jobs already, either as a nanny, which would really be a mom in my opinion, and to work at my old job at the Disney Store, getting $6.50 an hour, with about ten to fifteen hours a week total. That pretty much sucked, which is all that I have to say.
I did go to Young Single Adults, which was fun on Sunday, to be with people my age again. There's more guys than girls, and I don't know what's going to happen to the branch once all of the guys here for the summer working for ADT are gone back to school, as well as the rest of us yay-whoos. Is that even a word? That's never really bothered me before to make up my own word, I guess I'll just be better friends with Dr. Seuss.
That's pretty much all of the excitement my life has been thus far. My poor roomate at school has been pretty much all by herself, since one of my roomates just got married on Compulsive Indecisions's birthday, to be exact, and my other one works afternoons, so they barely see eachother. I'll just have to bother Camille more often, I guess.
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