Math or blog?
oh, come on, that's easy. i'm blogging, not doing math.
i hate math. i dislike numbers. which is odd, because i like order, and rules, and a set way to do things. (i love geometry. i hate calculus. don't ask for an explanation, that's all i've got.)
So, Sunday, i was at Calvary, singing. (YAY! i love those guys.)
Well, my dear friend Kelsey came. (i haven't seen her in a while. she's one of the few people that i actually honestly miss when i don't see her for a while. so i was super excited when she showed up and handed me a donut. she's the best.) anyway, since we hadn't seen each other in a while, we decided to go out to lunch. After all, we were both going to the Jesus Christ Superstar script read through. (by read through, i mean movie watch. =] ) that meant that we both needed a dessert, so we decided to go out to Applebee's and then make a cake. it was totally fun. we chatted through lunch, ate dessert, went home and made a cake, practically passed out from too much food, watched My Name is Earl... it was fun. Ray came over at one point and chilled with us. then we went to the movie, which continues to be amazing, just saying, and ate pizza, and then we had youth group.
we played this game called Bigger and Better at youth group. each team started with a paperclip, and then we had to get lots of stuff. we managed to get a broken tv, a large stuffed bear, a chair, a cd, and a bar of soap. it was really fun. my group was Elliot, Kelsey, me, and Ray.
Then, Monday morning, i was woken up by Mr. Braun. see, the engineering club was going to race the Supermileage car. (it's not really a race, it's a competition. but whatever.) and he wanted me to come. so i rolled out of bed, grabbed my keys, and met them at the park. it was freezing! SO COLD! but i hung out with two sophomores and a freshman all day. we did lap count and ate food and checked out cars, and i took pictures. totally awesome.
Tuesday, i had to go to school. (bummer.) then i had soccer, because it was Tuesday. my kids were fun, but rowdy. we practiced throw ins, but i tossed the ball to Jake just as his dad walked up, and i totally smacked him in the face with it. -facepalm-
fortunately, that cracked his dad up, and Jake ran up and gave me a big hug, so we're totally good.
Wednesday... School, then Awana. i help, or rather forced, Garrison do his Bible verses. he's a cute kid--pretty fun. =]
Yesterday... okay, i want you to remember that i love my Mommy. but when i was picking out my prom dress, she was like, "hey! why don't we make one!" and i was like, AWESOME!
so i picked out the fabric--purple satin, and rainbow netting over the skirt. i picked out the pattern--a vintage pattern that kind of looks like Marilyn Monroe's dress in Seven Year Itch, but has a high back. i got home yesterday and found out that she hasn't even started it.
look, it bothers me to not be ready for stuff. Prom is NEXT WEEK, people! so i was freaking out a little. i couldn't say anything to Mom. she said i was "bothering" her. (wow. thanks) anyway, she'd also get all upset about how i "don't trust her" or something.
so i talked to Alison. i went over to her house, and i told her my problem. i was like, "i could wear last year's dress, but it's gold, and Ray already got a purple vest and tie to match me." and she was like, "oh, purple?" so then we went up to Joelle's room, and Alison went in her closet and pulled out her old prom dresses. one of which was gorgeous and TOTALLY. PURPLE. thanks, Jesus. Thanks, Joelle. Thanks, Alison. i love you all.
anyway. today i'm going to see Guys and Dolls at Danielle's school. (yaaaay.) Danville productions are... interesting. but whatever. i'll grit and bear it, as Danielle is ALWAYS AMAZING.
oh! and Tim got the score for JCS, so we worked on that today. i love it. i love it sooooooo much. =]
later, gators. off to math.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Dad's Painting, Which Makes Him Grumpy, So I'm Blogging!
A couple stories, today.
one involves... well... my stories.
so i went out to dinner (Chinese food!) with Maggie and Tom and Stephen. (that's two choir kids, two band kids. we sat on opposite sides of the table and threatened each other for a little while. =])
and we somehow got onto the subject of how i tell stories. and Tom said basically this. keep in mind that he adopted a slightly higher pitched voice, flicked his hair a lot, and was practically jumping all over the place, flailing his hands.
Tom: you always come into study hall with all these adventurous stories to tell. but, if i were telling the same story, i mean... they're not even adventures. i mean, i'd say, "i made a hot dog." you'd say, "OMG, so i decided that i wanted a hot dog, right? and i went to the fridge, and i opened the fridge, and i grabbed the package of hot dogs, but the package was sticky, so then i had to go wash my hands, and then i got the hot dog out and put it in the microwave, and the microwave got all warm inside and the hot dog ALMOST EXPLODED, but it didn't, and then i ALMOST BURNED THE HOUSE DOWN, but i didn't, and then the microwave was done, so i opened the door and grabbed the hot dog, but i SEARED MY HAND and it fell on the floor, and i couldn't eat that, so instead i had to make another hot dog.
i am inclined to agree with him. :D
All right... soccer was this morning. so, i have ten kids(four girls, SIX boys! holyohmystars, boys are crazy. awesome, but wiiiild. :D), right? (quick side note. two of them, Brock and Lane, are identical. Lane just got a haircut. thank you, Jesus.) anyway. i try to make sure that all my kids get a goal, you know? it makes them happy, and i like that. so today, i focused on Anya.
oh my stars, is she adorable. little round face, big eyes, red hair, freckles, the works. so cute. anyway, Anya and Jake and Lucas were all on the field. and when the ball went out right next to our goal, kicked by the other team, i was like, "awesome. chance for Anya to get a goal." so i had Jake get ready to kick the ball, and i put Anya right next to the goal, and Jake kicked it to her...
and one of the other team grabbed it and ran away. well, i'd told Lucas, who is an amazing player, especially for five years old, what i was doing. get this. he takes off down the field, gets the ball, runs it back, waits for Anya to catch up, passes it to her RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE GOAL. she scored. i don't know which made me happier. the fact that Luke is AWESOME, or her big grin. it was the sweetest thing i saw all day. it was ABSOLUTELY adorable.
also in the soccer vein, the kids have all decided they like me. (Except Izzy. she pretends to not like me. i come up and tease her, and she grins, and then i say, "Ah, you're smiling! is that a smile?" and, still grinning, she shakes her head frantically and says, "no!" she's such a cutie.) and at half time, we go and have a devotional. (SonShine Soccer is a non-competitive league out of Hope Community Church, by the way. it's awesome.) so we pretended to cars and raced to the field where we have devotionals. and then i sat down, spreading my rain jacket so there would be a dry space. not that i needed it. as soon as i sat down, all six of my boys were suddenly in my lap, on top of each other. (poor Max, the smallest, had reached me first, and was being crushed.) so i threw them off me, saved Maxie, got piled on top of again, saved myself, and ended up with Brock and Lane on my knees, Jake sitting on my shoe, Max standing behind me with his arms around my neck, Brayden kneeling on my coat, leaning against my side, and Lucas trying to shove the twins apart to sit in my lap. he ended up just kind of hovering over my shoe. all of this happened so fast, that my four girls were just standing there, staring at me, completely confused as to what had just happened. they kind of formed a cluster and hovered over my shoulder, by Max. it was pretty funny.
OH! and at the end of the game, i was trying to get them to line up to give the other team high fives. they all got in line behind me, but when i put up my right hand to get them to hold out their right hands, they all freaked out because my sleeve slipped back and they saw my Batman bracelet. we immediately had to have an intense superhero conversation, and Jake had to show me his Spiderman hat. (That kid also wears gloves with HOCKEY on them, and a penguin with crossed sticks.) it was tons of fun, and it didn't rain! YAY! Dad is painting, which makes him grumpy, and i'm too short to be of much help. -sighs- so i'm staying out of the way. :D
one involves... well... my stories.
so i went out to dinner (Chinese food!) with Maggie and Tom and Stephen. (that's two choir kids, two band kids. we sat on opposite sides of the table and threatened each other for a little while. =])
and we somehow got onto the subject of how i tell stories. and Tom said basically this. keep in mind that he adopted a slightly higher pitched voice, flicked his hair a lot, and was practically jumping all over the place, flailing his hands.
Tom: you always come into study hall with all these adventurous stories to tell. but, if i were telling the same story, i mean... they're not even adventures. i mean, i'd say, "i made a hot dog." you'd say, "OMG, so i decided that i wanted a hot dog, right? and i went to the fridge, and i opened the fridge, and i grabbed the package of hot dogs, but the package was sticky, so then i had to go wash my hands, and then i got the hot dog out and put it in the microwave, and the microwave got all warm inside and the hot dog ALMOST EXPLODED, but it didn't, and then i ALMOST BURNED THE HOUSE DOWN, but i didn't, and then the microwave was done, so i opened the door and grabbed the hot dog, but i SEARED MY HAND and it fell on the floor, and i couldn't eat that, so instead i had to make another hot dog.
i am inclined to agree with him. :D
All right... soccer was this morning. so, i have ten kids(four girls, SIX boys! holyohmystars, boys are crazy. awesome, but wiiiild. :D), right? (quick side note. two of them, Brock and Lane, are identical. Lane just got a haircut. thank you, Jesus.) anyway. i try to make sure that all my kids get a goal, you know? it makes them happy, and i like that. so today, i focused on Anya.
oh my stars, is she adorable. little round face, big eyes, red hair, freckles, the works. so cute. anyway, Anya and Jake and Lucas were all on the field. and when the ball went out right next to our goal, kicked by the other team, i was like, "awesome. chance for Anya to get a goal." so i had Jake get ready to kick the ball, and i put Anya right next to the goal, and Jake kicked it to her...
and one of the other team grabbed it and ran away. well, i'd told Lucas, who is an amazing player, especially for five years old, what i was doing. get this. he takes off down the field, gets the ball, runs it back, waits for Anya to catch up, passes it to her RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE GOAL. she scored. i don't know which made me happier. the fact that Luke is AWESOME, or her big grin. it was the sweetest thing i saw all day. it was ABSOLUTELY adorable.
also in the soccer vein, the kids have all decided they like me. (Except Izzy. she pretends to not like me. i come up and tease her, and she grins, and then i say, "Ah, you're smiling! is that a smile?" and, still grinning, she shakes her head frantically and says, "no!" she's such a cutie.) and at half time, we go and have a devotional. (SonShine Soccer is a non-competitive league out of Hope Community Church, by the way. it's awesome.) so we pretended to cars and raced to the field where we have devotionals. and then i sat down, spreading my rain jacket so there would be a dry space. not that i needed it. as soon as i sat down, all six of my boys were suddenly in my lap, on top of each other. (poor Max, the smallest, had reached me first, and was being crushed.) so i threw them off me, saved Maxie, got piled on top of again, saved myself, and ended up with Brock and Lane on my knees, Jake sitting on my shoe, Max standing behind me with his arms around my neck, Brayden kneeling on my coat, leaning against my side, and Lucas trying to shove the twins apart to sit in my lap. he ended up just kind of hovering over my shoe. all of this happened so fast, that my four girls were just standing there, staring at me, completely confused as to what had just happened. they kind of formed a cluster and hovered over my shoulder, by Max. it was pretty funny.
OH! and at the end of the game, i was trying to get them to line up to give the other team high fives. they all got in line behind me, but when i put up my right hand to get them to hold out their right hands, they all freaked out because my sleeve slipped back and they saw my Batman bracelet. we immediately had to have an intense superhero conversation, and Jake had to show me his Spiderman hat. (That kid also wears gloves with HOCKEY on them, and a penguin with crossed sticks.) it was tons of fun, and it didn't rain! YAY! Dad is painting, which makes him grumpy, and i'm too short to be of much help. -sighs- so i'm staying out of the way. :D
Friday, April 23, 2010
Lost As A Candle Lit At Noon, Lost As A Snowflake In The Sea
Hi, sorry for the second post today. this'll be super quick.
Zennon has decided that some of us need to sing I Am Not Yours, from last year. (Remember in my post about Spring, i said that Mr. Shank (TAKE THAT, GOOGLE ALERTS!) had used Sara Teasdale poetry, and if could you say I Am Not Yours? yeah. we're singing that. epic excitement. it's so pretty. that's all. until later, gators.
Zennon has decided that some of us need to sing I Am Not Yours, from last year. (Remember in my post about Spring, i said that Mr. Shank (TAKE THAT, GOOGLE ALERTS!) had used Sara Teasdale poetry, and if could you say I Am Not Yours? yeah. we're singing that. epic excitement. it's so pretty. that's all. until later, gators.
Courage and Valor (And All Things Cute)
Information time!The Ray Downey Courage and Valor medal is a medal awarded to fireman who have shown... you guessed it, courage and valor. the firemen (and sometimes their families) do an annual run, the Courage and Valor 5K Walk/Run, to raise money for the fireman who is awarded the medal. (The stories are really neat. http://www.courageandvalor.com/ has the last few years.)
My Daddy is a fireman.
(in case you missed it, at some point.)
So, yesterday, i got home from school and found out that Dad was going to go do the Courage and Valor 5K. and my mother was going too. (She's trying to lose weight, and her Weight Watcher group has decided that they each have to do a 5K within ten weeks.)
so she was like, Caitie, your father won't walk with me. he wants to run it. will you come?
So i did. Dad was disappointed. apparently, he wanted to recruit me to run with him so he'd have someone to run with. this is the part of the story where i inform you of some stuff.
1) Dad's on a new kick, where he wants to train me to run with him, since neither of the boys will.
2) a few years ago, i damaged my knee. if i run too much, my kneecap hits the bone underneath it and bruises it. this is mildly painful, and really annoying. i don't run too much, but i miss it, i'd like to get back to it.
3) i haven't gone running in a while.
4) Dad has decided, now, that i am going to run a 5K with him in June. a night run.
5) i'm always up for a challenge.
back to the Courage and Valor Walk/Run. This is the part of the blog where i shamelessly stroke my ego. sorry, guys. so, on the way there, Dad informs me that he has only one rule for this.
No talking to any of the firemen except him.
Me: -blinks- what?
Mom: you're too cute.
Dad: firemen are bad. (i'm paraphrasing, here)
Me: you guys are ridiculous.
so, we get there and start, and Mom and i are keeping up a nice pace in the back. (By nice pace, i do mean that i didn't sweat too much and desperately wanted to catch up with my Daddy.)
Right behind us were the guys in their turnouts. As we started, one of the guys said, "We better get going." and they started shuffle running. and then one looks at the other and goes, "We get to cut corners, right? we should totally cut corners."
i laughed a lot. firemen are the best. =]
anyway. Dad was up ahead, running with some people. they asked who he was there with, and he goes, "My wife and daughter." and described/pointed us out.
their response? (this is the shameless part, i shouldn't tell you.)
"Wait, the redhead belongs to you? She's cuuuuuuute."
and they weren't kidding. =]
i know, i know, i should stop, but come on, guys. how often am i really narcissistic? not often. and it's my blog. so shh.
i texted Jo and told her.
her response? "Well, duh, you're adorable. But they can't have you, because Ray and I have a hard enough time sharing you just between two of us."
i want to know when they've been having a hard time. she's been in Kentucky.
all right. so, tonight, Maggie and Tom and i are going out. (PARTAY!) actually, China's Best and a movie, i think.
Ray has a game tomorrow, though. at least one. it's away. i might skip the movie to go hang out with him, instead, tonight, since i won't get to see him tomorrow. i'm still deciding.
then, soccer game tomorrow. i'll take pictures of my kids, they're so freaking cute. then... hopefully, i won't have to mow. (HAAAAAAAATE)
Sunday, GLORY is singing, so i won't be at church. correction, i won't be at Hope, i'll be with the crazy Methodists. (i love me some Methodists.)
and then... Jesus Christ Superstar starts. -giggles ridiculously-
I'M SO EXCITED.
sorry, sorry, i'm cool, i'm cool.
We're doing a read through. if you're a music person, you're scratching your head right now. Yes, i know it's a rock opera. Alison is CALLING it a read through. really, we're watching the movie.
and i got my script yesterday. holyohmystars, i'm so happy.
i still honestly can't really believe i'm Mary.
holy. oh. my. stars.
i'm Mary. =]
(Logan is Jesus, by the way. Ray is Peter, which means he and i get to sing a duet. :D)
okay, i'll stop freaking out now. i'm just really excited. I'm Mary Magdalene. holyohmystars.
i'm sorry, i'll stop. really. :D
My Daddy is a fireman.
(in case you missed it, at some point.)So, yesterday, i got home from school and found out that Dad was going to go do the Courage and Valor 5K. and my mother was going too. (She's trying to lose weight, and her Weight Watcher group has decided that they each have to do a 5K within ten weeks.)
so she was like, Caitie, your father won't walk with me. he wants to run it. will you come?
So i did. Dad was disappointed. apparently, he wanted to recruit me to run with him so he'd have someone to run with. this is the part of the story where i inform you of some stuff.
1) Dad's on a new kick, where he wants to train me to run with him, since neither of the boys will.
2) a few years ago, i damaged my knee. if i run too much, my kneecap hits the bone underneath it and bruises it. this is mildly painful, and really annoying. i don't run too much, but i miss it, i'd like to get back to it.
3) i haven't gone running in a while.
4) Dad has decided, now, that i am going to run a 5K with him in June. a night run.
5) i'm always up for a challenge.
Guess who's going running tonight? i'd rather not embarrass myself too badly. Dad's good at keeping me motivated, but still. i'd like to be KIND of in better shape. so i'm going to take a run tonight, just around the neighborhood. i'll take my music. it'll be exciting. also, i got a shirt. it's huge. i'm going to have to figure out what to do with it. (i think i'll wear it with leggings. i have a red belt somewhere, so that'll work nicely. i'm wearing it today with capris, but it's just so big, i'm swimming. Ray's only comment was "You have bad luck with t-shirts", so i tied it up with a hairband. i like it a little better now. but it just looks so darn cool! Here's a pic of the front.)
(Nifty, right? i like it a lot. sorry, i took it with my nifty little laptop cam thing, so the picture sucks. =])
(Nifty, right? i like it a lot. sorry, i took it with my nifty little laptop cam thing, so the picture sucks. =])back to the Courage and Valor Walk/Run. This is the part of the blog where i shamelessly stroke my ego. sorry, guys. so, on the way there, Dad informs me that he has only one rule for this.
No talking to any of the firemen except him.
Me: -blinks- what?
Mom: you're too cute.
Dad: firemen are bad. (i'm paraphrasing, here)
Me: you guys are ridiculous.
so, we get there and start, and Mom and i are keeping up a nice pace in the back. (By nice pace, i do mean that i didn't sweat too much and desperately wanted to catch up with my Daddy.)
Right behind us were the guys in their turnouts. As we started, one of the guys said, "We better get going." and they started shuffle running. and then one looks at the other and goes, "We get to cut corners, right? we should totally cut corners."
i laughed a lot. firemen are the best. =]
anyway. Dad was up ahead, running with some people. they asked who he was there with, and he goes, "My wife and daughter." and described/pointed us out.
their response? (this is the shameless part, i shouldn't tell you.)
"Wait, the redhead belongs to you? She's cuuuuuuute."
and they weren't kidding. =]
i know, i know, i should stop, but come on, guys. how often am i really narcissistic? not often. and it's my blog. so shh.
i texted Jo and told her.
her response? "Well, duh, you're adorable. But they can't have you, because Ray and I have a hard enough time sharing you just between two of us."
i want to know when they've been having a hard time. she's been in Kentucky.
all right. so, tonight, Maggie and Tom and i are going out. (PARTAY!) actually, China's Best and a movie, i think.
Ray has a game tomorrow, though. at least one. it's away. i might skip the movie to go hang out with him, instead, tonight, since i won't get to see him tomorrow. i'm still deciding.
then, soccer game tomorrow. i'll take pictures of my kids, they're so freaking cute. then... hopefully, i won't have to mow. (HAAAAAAAATE)
Sunday, GLORY is singing, so i won't be at church. correction, i won't be at Hope, i'll be with the crazy Methodists. (i love me some Methodists.)
and then... Jesus Christ Superstar starts. -giggles ridiculously-
I'M SO EXCITED.
sorry, sorry, i'm cool, i'm cool.
We're doing a read through. if you're a music person, you're scratching your head right now. Yes, i know it's a rock opera. Alison is CALLING it a read through. really, we're watching the movie.
and i got my script yesterday. holyohmystars, i'm so happy.
i still honestly can't really believe i'm Mary.
holy. oh. my. stars.
i'm Mary. =]
(Logan is Jesus, by the way. Ray is Peter, which means he and i get to sing a duet. :D)
okay, i'll stop freaking out now. i'm just really excited. I'm Mary Magdalene. holyohmystars.
i'm sorry, i'll stop. really. :D
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Health Is Pointless, Blog Instead!
Health seems like a fairly pointless class to me.
Shocker, i know.
Maybe it's because i'm a senior. (i doubt it.)
All it is is... [is that grammatically correct? do you stuff a comma in there? all it is, is? looks better. but i don't think so.] All it is is a bunch of busy work. seriously. we're talking about a smoke free environment. i don't smoke. (cigarette smoke makes me cough, i would never touch one because of that. no point in giving myself an asthma attack.) but whatever. Okay, so, we have a sub today. Our assignment is to read six pages and do... -counts- twenty-six questions. not even good questions. ugh. i could pass these tests without reading the book, by the way. (i've gotten more than one A+ on a test where i had not read the required material. the questions are that dumb and obvious. not doing well in this class means you either REALLY don't care, or have little to no common sense.)
But health is boring, let's not talk about it any more. Let's see... Interesting things today...
Mommy is grumping about my taking Herbert. she says i don't have any room. all of my shelves are taken up by books, it's true. my room is flooded with books. and the rest of my books are out in the hallway. i hate them being out there, i love my books, and Micah takes them and folds the corners and ruins their covers and... don't judge. Anyway. all my Harry Potter books are on one shelf of my desk, but they don't technically need to be there, i guess i can move them. that's just where they ended up when i was painting.
Speaking of painting... i'm a terrible painter. but i like it a lot. it's calming. so i paint.
My desk is coming along nicely. see, it was that fake wood stuff, with a black top. two levels. and i got tired of it. my desk works for me, you see, but it's not going anywhere after me. (it's a little broken in parts. don't worry, i rigged it.) so i painted it. it's too hard to explain, i've done so much to it. so i'll just tell you about my favorite part (so far).
i took one of my shelves and painted it blue. then, in red and yellow and orange, i painted flames all around the sides, so that there was a wide open blue space in the middle. and then, i took the lightest grey i had, mixed in a little more white so that it was very, very light, and painted charter marks all over it.
like in Abhorsen, at the end. when she looks up into the sky, past the last gate...
-sighs-
it turned out well, i like it lots. Joelle was really proud.
i have a tribute to my book, Confession of Pain, on the top, next to my CD player. by the way, i'm working on a sequel to that. it's still in the works... Joelle's already mad about it. i'm killing one of her favorite characters. (i have a problem. i can't let my children be happy for too long... and for what i want to happen, one of my characters has to die. bummer. i'll probably cry.)
anyway, i'm working on my dresser, now, just until i decide what i want to do next on my desk.
i'm going to put this quote on it (my dresser, that is).
The finest clothing made is a person's skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this. ~Mark Twain
it made me laugh when i read it.
so i'm putting it on my dresser. i've painted the drawers, they look good. colorful. so now it's the doors, but i don't think i'll do the top or the sides. i'm just not sure yet. i love painting. :D
Also, the kids that i work with on Wednesdays were upset that i wasn't at church last night. which made me kinda happy, since i completely adore them.
OH OH OH!
So, soccer season started. (My mother is the coordinator for our church soccer league. it's so great, i love it. i coach four and five year olds, and they're so cute.)
anyway, Saturday, at the game, i grabbed my box and headed outside to my field. (I have a big plastic box thing that i keep extra balls and cones and my clipboard in. i take it out so the kids have someplace to sit. hehe.) anyway, i have... -thinks- just two? just two church kids on my team. (and a set of identical twins. but i think i've got them, i called them by their correct names all Saturday, didn't mix them up once.) anyway. one of the church kids, Lorelei, is my assistant coach's daughter. the other one is Max, and he's KJ's son. (KJ is my friend. we're pals. her daughter is Macie, i'm positive i've told you how cute she is.) anyway, i adore Max, he's adorable. but i got out to the field and started warming my kids up, playing keep away and such, and Max gets there and runs up to me and hands me two tulips, and gives me a big hug. awwwwwwwwwwwwww. it made my day. :D he's just too darn cute. then i went home, mowed, and then i went to see Hello, Dolly! (love. it was awesome) anyway, i'll probably have lots of soccer stories in the near future.
Shocker, i know.
Maybe it's because i'm a senior. (i doubt it.)
All it is is... [is that grammatically correct? do you stuff a comma in there? all it is, is? looks better. but i don't think so.] All it is is a bunch of busy work. seriously. we're talking about a smoke free environment. i don't smoke. (cigarette smoke makes me cough, i would never touch one because of that. no point in giving myself an asthma attack.) but whatever. Okay, so, we have a sub today. Our assignment is to read six pages and do... -counts- twenty-six questions. not even good questions. ugh. i could pass these tests without reading the book, by the way. (i've gotten more than one A+ on a test where i had not read the required material. the questions are that dumb and obvious. not doing well in this class means you either REALLY don't care, or have little to no common sense.)
But health is boring, let's not talk about it any more. Let's see... Interesting things today...
Mommy is grumping about my taking Herbert. she says i don't have any room. all of my shelves are taken up by books, it's true. my room is flooded with books. and the rest of my books are out in the hallway. i hate them being out there, i love my books, and Micah takes them and folds the corners and ruins their covers and... don't judge. Anyway. all my Harry Potter books are on one shelf of my desk, but they don't technically need to be there, i guess i can move them. that's just where they ended up when i was painting.
Speaking of painting... i'm a terrible painter. but i like it a lot. it's calming. so i paint.
My desk is coming along nicely. see, it was that fake wood stuff, with a black top. two levels. and i got tired of it. my desk works for me, you see, but it's not going anywhere after me. (it's a little broken in parts. don't worry, i rigged it.) so i painted it. it's too hard to explain, i've done so much to it. so i'll just tell you about my favorite part (so far).
i took one of my shelves and painted it blue. then, in red and yellow and orange, i painted flames all around the sides, so that there was a wide open blue space in the middle. and then, i took the lightest grey i had, mixed in a little more white so that it was very, very light, and painted charter marks all over it.
like in Abhorsen, at the end. when she looks up into the sky, past the last gate...
-sighs-
it turned out well, i like it lots. Joelle was really proud.
i have a tribute to my book, Confession of Pain, on the top, next to my CD player. by the way, i'm working on a sequel to that. it's still in the works... Joelle's already mad about it. i'm killing one of her favorite characters. (i have a problem. i can't let my children be happy for too long... and for what i want to happen, one of my characters has to die. bummer. i'll probably cry.)
anyway, i'm working on my dresser, now, just until i decide what i want to do next on my desk.
i'm going to put this quote on it (my dresser, that is).
The finest clothing made is a person's skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this. ~Mark Twain
it made me laugh when i read it.
so i'm putting it on my dresser. i've painted the drawers, they look good. colorful. so now it's the doors, but i don't think i'll do the top or the sides. i'm just not sure yet. i love painting. :D
Also, the kids that i work with on Wednesdays were upset that i wasn't at church last night. which made me kinda happy, since i completely adore them.
OH OH OH!
So, soccer season started. (My mother is the coordinator for our church soccer league. it's so great, i love it. i coach four and five year olds, and they're so cute.)
anyway, Saturday, at the game, i grabbed my box and headed outside to my field. (I have a big plastic box thing that i keep extra balls and cones and my clipboard in. i take it out so the kids have someplace to sit. hehe.) anyway, i have... -thinks- just two? just two church kids on my team. (and a set of identical twins. but i think i've got them, i called them by their correct names all Saturday, didn't mix them up once.) anyway. one of the church kids, Lorelei, is my assistant coach's daughter. the other one is Max, and he's KJ's son. (KJ is my friend. we're pals. her daughter is Macie, i'm positive i've told you how cute she is.) anyway, i adore Max, he's adorable. but i got out to the field and started warming my kids up, playing keep away and such, and Max gets there and runs up to me and hands me two tulips, and gives me a big hug. awwwwwwwwwwwwww. it made my day. :D he's just too darn cute. then i went home, mowed, and then i went to see Hello, Dolly! (love. it was awesome) anyway, i'll probably have lots of soccer stories in the near future.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
So, Ziplock Bag and a Freezer, or Do You Prefer a Rock?
--Warning: i'm sick today. not throwing up sick, but dizzy, tired, head hurt sick. nothing major, i've just been away from humans all day, and i'm likely to go on ridiculous tangents in what is probably going to be a long post. enjoy. also, i smell like mint from the stuff i put on my shoulders. it's weird.--
Ben has two frogs. (I'm sure i've talked about them.)
their names are Herbert and Little Scholar.
Okay, i'm lying to you. Herbert does not technically have a name. see, Ben doesn't name things right off--it takes him for freaking ever. Little Scholar didn't have a name for MONTHS, and we didn't know what to call him. he was just "the frog" (he's so cute. he's a dumpy tree frog.)
.
"Make your stupid frog shut up!"
"the frog jumped out of the bowl you had him in, and is happily croaking away in Mom's bathroom."
"I put the frog on Micah's head and he screamed like a little girl."
"Can i hold the frog?"
so we were all kind of surprised when one day, out of the blue, Ben was like, "His name is Little Scholar."
Us: ..............
Ben: i just decided this morning.
Us: you've had him for months.
Ben: Yeah. but i finally decided i like his name.
Us: okay....
so when Ben decided to get Little Scholar a friend, i put my foot down. i refused to wait months for a name for the new frog. so the moment i saw him, i picked him up, stroked his back, and said, "Hello, Herbert!"
Ben: his name is not Herbert.
Me: whatever.
Micah and Mom: we like Herbert.
Ben: HIS NAME IS NOT HERBERT.
Me: Right, whatever.
Guess what name even Ben calls him, even though he insists that it is not his real name?
If you said Herbert, you deserve a cookie. if you said anything else, you deserve a raised eyebrow and a cookie, because you're going nowhere in life (Or possibly everywhere, depending on the amount of sarcasm).
sorry about the tangent.
anyway, Ben has these two frogs, and he just discovered that Herbert is a cannibal.
And he might eat Little Scholar if he gets too hungry (Even though Little Scholar is MUCH bigger than Herbert).
Now, you must understand. Yes, my brother is twenty years old. yes, he has had many pets. but if Herbert eats Little Scholar, while Ben will be impressed, he will cry, and hate Herbert forever and ever. By forever and ever, i mean until he kills Herbert. Ben loves Little Scholar.
Think i'm joking? he researched it. Herbert is a Cuban Tree Frog. His kind are currently invading Florida. (Apparently, some people there are under the impression it's one of the plagues. that made me chuckle. Frogs is number two, by the way. when did the water turn to blood? Next is lice. don't try on any hats at the store, okay?) The people in Florida are taking care of it, though, the humane way. they catch as many frogs as possible, put them in ziplock bags, close the bags, and PUT THE BAGS IN THE FREEZER. (OMG, what?)
that's the humane way?
whatever. Ben says that he would rather be smashed with a rock, as opposed to what sounds like a slow, painful, chilly death. (He doesn't like cold any more than i do.)
also, he has told me that if Herbert eats Little Scholar and doesn't choke in the process, he plans to put Herbert in a ziplock bag and throw him in the freezer. i have offered to take Herbert off his hands. now i have to buy a frog lamp, so that i can remove the threat to Little Scholar (And get my own frog! ADORABLE!)
Now, for my next story. this relates, i swear, wait until the end.
So, yesterday was Shankfest. (YAY!) I think they called it something sensible, like "An Evening with Joshua Shank", but come on, people, how often am i known for being sensible?
anyway, i don't mind going to school for choir stuff. so we wandered inside, and i was immediately assaulted by Logan. (i wish he were my brother. he can act like a jerk, but i really see myself in him. i understand him better than most people, and more importantly, he's got such a great heart. i adore him. it's actually a good thing he's not my brother. i already spoil him. think how much worse it would be if we were blood related... whew.) but he gave me a big hug, and then we wandered into the auditorium. (fun fun fun!)
all the choirs sat in the front. also, we got to use the shell. (love.)
(Quick side note. i'm sorry. i was calling Danielle. do you know how weird it is to hear your voice on other people's answering machines? it's weird. i've recorded fun answering messages for a couple of my friends, and whenever i call them and get the machine, i'm like woah, that's me.)
okay. so, i don't know if you remember from my post way back in December, but Joshua Shank is my hero, and i was pretty darn excited to meet him. Remember the evil plan? yeah, i followed through. (i'm such a sad, sad little person.) i wore my Decemberists shirt. (Y'all know how hard it is for me to talk to ANY new people, let alone people i admire. Joelle, i see you nodding your head in agreement. thank you.) i'm... glad? to say that it worked. he talked to me. i talked back without saying anything completely stupid. (I said completely, i didn't just say stupid.)
well.
he (Joshua Shank) asked me to read the poem he used for Spring, before we sang it. (there was much geeking out at the lunch table. Maggie was giggling like a little girl, and Hannah kept telling me she was jealous. I'm proud to say, truthfully, that i didn't freak out... much. =] (The lack of freaking out may or may not have been due to the fact that there was an intense knot of nervousness growing in my belly. talking in front of people is not my forte.))
otay. so, the Blend sang. (You know how i feel about the Blend. lovelove.) it was gorgeous. simply splendid. and then we, the Madrigals, went up. We sang Go, Tell It On The Mountain. (I talked about how much i love that song in my Evil Plan blog, 'member?) Then we sang David's Lamentation. i don't know if i talked about it, but i adore that one, too. and then it was time for Spring. so i went up, and read, and managed not to shake and stutter and sound like an idiot. (you may clap, if you so choose. i will. -claps-)
and then we sang Spring. :D
and that's all i'll say about that (who needs to talk about a piece that beautiful?). because here's the funny part. (Not at the time. i honestly had no idea my face could be THAT red.)
As we were walking off stage, Bel Canto was up next, Joshua Shank walks up and hands me a folded piece of paper.
Him: this is for you.
Me: -in a state of utter confusion-
so i wandered off stage, opening the tri-folded piece of paper.
...
it was my blog. (this is the part where my Dad burst into laughter when i was telling him the story.)
all my boys in the Blend IMMEDIATELY knew something was up. i'm embarrassed easily, yes, but seriously, my face was so red my ears were burning.
he.
had.
read.
my.
blog.
including, ohmystars,myevilplan.
he knew. he HAD KNOWN. (and still talked to me?)
i knew exactly which post it was, too. the Evil Plan post. i felt like SUCH an idiot (red ears to the max. go ahead, laugh. he KNEW about my plan. DANGIT.). Yeah, i post online, but let's be honest, who reads this? not too many people, mi amigo. it's not even under MY REAL NAME.
so i went and sat on Elliot's lap, and switched pages. (there were two.) on the second page was a handwritten note that did NOT say, as i expected, anything to the effect of,
Caitie.
attached is a copy of the restraining order. i have kindly allowed you to participate in tonight's display, but if you come within fifty feet of me ever again, you stalker, i'll have you arrested. have a nice life,
Joshua Shank.
instead, it said that Google Alert had told him i had posted it. (and now, let's be honest, i'm worried it'll send him this. stupid Google, you traitor.) he read it, and said that he enjoyed the way i expressed myself. no restraining orders, no "you're a freak", he even signed it "with respect".
i'm feeling possessive of it right now.
You have to understand. i'm really not a stalker. really, i'm not. but where other people want to meet celebrities like Johnny Depp and Christian Bale, the only two people i have ever had the strong desire to meet, because i respect and admire them so deeply, are Joshua Shank and Garth Nix. (he's an author. he wrote Sabriel. Sabriel has held the title of my favorite book for a while now, which is hard to do.)
when i showed my friends though, they immediately were like, "HAHAHAHAHA! he thinks you're a FREAK!"
Ashley, God bless her, was like, "no, he said nice things."
I still had a pit in my stomach the size of an elephant. so i immediately went up and apologized, thanking him for not just calling me a freak.
and he thanked me. -read small amounts of confusion and disbelief-
and gave me a hug.
seriously, i'm ecstatic. still. (don't judge.)
Really. for someone as talented as Joshua Shank to tell me that i have "an immense talent"...
i don't even know how to explain it.
but i will say this. i'm still SOOOOOOO embarrassed. i can't believe he knew my plan! -facepalms- i'm such an idiot. :D
but i'm also strangely glad. (i mean, i am running the risk of him seeing this. Google, you traitor, i'll fight you.)
anyway. when i got home and Ben told me his plan for killing Herbert, my immediate response was 1) save him and 2) would you mind smashing ME with a rock?
and that's how this all ties together.
a few things before i go to sleep.
1) I told you all that we're doing Jesus Christ Superstar this summer, right? i suppose i neglected to post when Alison called me and informed me that yours truly will be playing the role of Mary Magdalene. i'm so excited (and nervous and anxious and OMG what if i do terribly? but mostly excited.). tell people. it's in July, i'll update you all, fear not. i mean, seriously, how long was it before i shut up about Godspell? (That's a trick question. i still haven't shut up about Godspell. :D)
2) I get to help put stuff away in the music library. :D
3) They didn't find out why i fainted. -rolls eyes- whatevs.
4) really, i'm sorry this is such a looooooong post. i just haven't been able to tell my stories today, and... yeah. but if you're reading this, you made it to the end. good for you!
5) also, i no longer desire to be smashed. i'm accepting it as good. :D
Ben has two frogs. (I'm sure i've talked about them.)
their names are Herbert and Little Scholar.
Okay, i'm lying to you. Herbert does not technically have a name. see, Ben doesn't name things right off--it takes him for freaking ever. Little Scholar didn't have a name for MONTHS, and we didn't know what to call him. he was just "the frog" (he's so cute. he's a dumpy tree frog.)
."Make your stupid frog shut up!"
"the frog jumped out of the bowl you had him in, and is happily croaking away in Mom's bathroom."
"I put the frog on Micah's head and he screamed like a little girl."
"Can i hold the frog?"
so we were all kind of surprised when one day, out of the blue, Ben was like, "His name is Little Scholar."
Us: ..............
Ben: i just decided this morning.
Us: you've had him for months.
Ben: Yeah. but i finally decided i like his name.
Us: okay....
so when Ben decided to get Little Scholar a friend, i put my foot down. i refused to wait months for a name for the new frog. so the moment i saw him, i picked him up, stroked his back, and said, "Hello, Herbert!"
Ben: his name is not Herbert.
Me: whatever.
Micah and Mom: we like Herbert.
Ben: HIS NAME IS NOT HERBERT.
Me: Right, whatever.
Guess what name even Ben calls him, even though he insists that it is not his real name?
If you said Herbert, you deserve a cookie. if you said anything else, you deserve a raised eyebrow and a cookie, because you're going nowhere in life (Or possibly everywhere, depending on the amount of sarcasm).
sorry about the tangent.
anyway, Ben has these two frogs, and he just discovered that Herbert is a cannibal.
And he might eat Little Scholar if he gets too hungry (Even though Little Scholar is MUCH bigger than Herbert).
Now, you must understand. Yes, my brother is twenty years old. yes, he has had many pets. but if Herbert eats Little Scholar, while Ben will be impressed, he will cry, and hate Herbert forever and ever. By forever and ever, i mean until he kills Herbert. Ben loves Little Scholar.
Think i'm joking? he researched it. Herbert is a Cuban Tree Frog. His kind are currently invading Florida. (Apparently, some people there are under the impression it's one of the plagues. that made me chuckle. Frogs is number two, by the way. when did the water turn to blood? Next is lice. don't try on any hats at the store, okay?) The people in Florida are taking care of it, though, the humane way. they catch as many frogs as possible, put them in ziplock bags, close the bags, and PUT THE BAGS IN THE FREEZER. (OMG, what?)
that's the humane way?
whatever. Ben says that he would rather be smashed with a rock, as opposed to what sounds like a slow, painful, chilly death. (He doesn't like cold any more than i do.)
also, he has told me that if Herbert eats Little Scholar and doesn't choke in the process, he plans to put Herbert in a ziplock bag and throw him in the freezer. i have offered to take Herbert off his hands. now i have to buy a frog lamp, so that i can remove the threat to Little Scholar (And get my own frog! ADORABLE!)
Now, for my next story. this relates, i swear, wait until the end.
So, yesterday was Shankfest. (YAY!) I think they called it something sensible, like "An Evening with Joshua Shank", but come on, people, how often am i known for being sensible?
anyway, i don't mind going to school for choir stuff. so we wandered inside, and i was immediately assaulted by Logan. (i wish he were my brother. he can act like a jerk, but i really see myself in him. i understand him better than most people, and more importantly, he's got such a great heart. i adore him. it's actually a good thing he's not my brother. i already spoil him. think how much worse it would be if we were blood related... whew.) but he gave me a big hug, and then we wandered into the auditorium. (fun fun fun!)
all the choirs sat in the front. also, we got to use the shell. (love.)
(Quick side note. i'm sorry. i was calling Danielle. do you know how weird it is to hear your voice on other people's answering machines? it's weird. i've recorded fun answering messages for a couple of my friends, and whenever i call them and get the machine, i'm like woah, that's me.)
okay. so, i don't know if you remember from my post way back in December, but Joshua Shank is my hero, and i was pretty darn excited to meet him. Remember the evil plan? yeah, i followed through. (i'm such a sad, sad little person.) i wore my Decemberists shirt. (Y'all know how hard it is for me to talk to ANY new people, let alone people i admire. Joelle, i see you nodding your head in agreement. thank you.) i'm... glad? to say that it worked. he talked to me. i talked back without saying anything completely stupid. (I said completely, i didn't just say stupid.)
well.
he (Joshua Shank) asked me to read the poem he used for Spring, before we sang it. (there was much geeking out at the lunch table. Maggie was giggling like a little girl, and Hannah kept telling me she was jealous. I'm proud to say, truthfully, that i didn't freak out... much. =] (The lack of freaking out may or may not have been due to the fact that there was an intense knot of nervousness growing in my belly. talking in front of people is not my forte.))
otay. so, the Blend sang. (You know how i feel about the Blend. lovelove.) it was gorgeous. simply splendid. and then we, the Madrigals, went up. We sang Go, Tell It On The Mountain. (I talked about how much i love that song in my Evil Plan blog, 'member?) Then we sang David's Lamentation. i don't know if i talked about it, but i adore that one, too. and then it was time for Spring. so i went up, and read, and managed not to shake and stutter and sound like an idiot. (you may clap, if you so choose. i will. -claps-)
and then we sang Spring. :D
and that's all i'll say about that (who needs to talk about a piece that beautiful?). because here's the funny part. (Not at the time. i honestly had no idea my face could be THAT red.)
As we were walking off stage, Bel Canto was up next, Joshua Shank walks up and hands me a folded piece of paper.
Him: this is for you.
Me: -in a state of utter confusion-
so i wandered off stage, opening the tri-folded piece of paper.
...
it was my blog. (this is the part where my Dad burst into laughter when i was telling him the story.)
all my boys in the Blend IMMEDIATELY knew something was up. i'm embarrassed easily, yes, but seriously, my face was so red my ears were burning.
he.
had.
read.
my.
blog.
including, ohmystars,myevilplan.
he knew. he HAD KNOWN. (and still talked to me?)
i knew exactly which post it was, too. the Evil Plan post. i felt like SUCH an idiot (red ears to the max. go ahead, laugh. he KNEW about my plan. DANGIT.). Yeah, i post online, but let's be honest, who reads this? not too many people, mi amigo. it's not even under MY REAL NAME.
so i went and sat on Elliot's lap, and switched pages. (there were two.) on the second page was a handwritten note that did NOT say, as i expected, anything to the effect of,
Caitie.
attached is a copy of the restraining order. i have kindly allowed you to participate in tonight's display, but if you come within fifty feet of me ever again, you stalker, i'll have you arrested. have a nice life,
Joshua Shank.
instead, it said that Google Alert had told him i had posted it. (and now, let's be honest, i'm worried it'll send him this. stupid Google, you traitor.) he read it, and said that he enjoyed the way i expressed myself. no restraining orders, no "you're a freak", he even signed it "with respect".
i'm feeling possessive of it right now.
You have to understand. i'm really not a stalker. really, i'm not. but where other people want to meet celebrities like Johnny Depp and Christian Bale, the only two people i have ever had the strong desire to meet, because i respect and admire them so deeply, are Joshua Shank and Garth Nix. (he's an author. he wrote Sabriel. Sabriel has held the title of my favorite book for a while now, which is hard to do.)
when i showed my friends though, they immediately were like, "HAHAHAHAHA! he thinks you're a FREAK!"
Ashley, God bless her, was like, "no, he said nice things."
I still had a pit in my stomach the size of an elephant. so i immediately went up and apologized, thanking him for not just calling me a freak.
and he thanked me. -read small amounts of confusion and disbelief-
and gave me a hug.
seriously, i'm ecstatic. still. (don't judge.)
Really. for someone as talented as Joshua Shank to tell me that i have "an immense talent"...
i don't even know how to explain it.
but i will say this. i'm still SOOOOOOO embarrassed. i can't believe he knew my plan! -facepalms- i'm such an idiot. :D
but i'm also strangely glad. (i mean, i am running the risk of him seeing this. Google, you traitor, i'll fight you.)
anyway. when i got home and Ben told me his plan for killing Herbert, my immediate response was 1) save him and 2) would you mind smashing ME with a rock?
and that's how this all ties together.
a few things before i go to sleep.
1) I told you all that we're doing Jesus Christ Superstar this summer, right? i suppose i neglected to post when Alison called me and informed me that yours truly will be playing the role of Mary Magdalene. i'm so excited (and nervous and anxious and OMG what if i do terribly? but mostly excited.). tell people. it's in July, i'll update you all, fear not. i mean, seriously, how long was it before i shut up about Godspell? (That's a trick question. i still haven't shut up about Godspell. :D)
2) I get to help put stuff away in the music library. :D
3) They didn't find out why i fainted. -rolls eyes- whatevs.
4) really, i'm sorry this is such a looooooong post. i just haven't been able to tell my stories today, and... yeah. but if you're reading this, you made it to the end. good for you!
5) also, i no longer desire to be smashed. i'm accepting it as good. :D
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