Bombs away!

Today was full of firsts for me. Not my first bomb pop of course, oh no. I have those many times. I do love bomb pops. They are amazingly patriotic. I have a feeling that's why this day is so close to the 4th of July. Anyway, of course, here are some pictures from my celebration!
I went to the store by myself for these nuggets. I generally don't like grocery stores. I like food of course, but I don't like grocery store. The baggers scare me. But I did it all my myself today. Mom was cheering when I got back in the car.

Our Bomb pop day celebration was a debacle of sorts. Mom went to the store while K.J. and I were still sleeping. When she came home, I asked if she'd gotten bomb pops and she said "Where's My cape?" I guess she thought she was some sort of super hero. And apparently she forgot the bomb pops. She was "sure" she got them. She didn't. Good thing I didn't have a cape for her anyway. So that's why I had to go back all by myself. As you can see, I'm really enjoying this holiday.Bomb pops are cool because they make your mouth pink. Red or pink, your call. I prefer pink. The red layer is not the best, its the blue! And can you believe I'm saying blue is the best? The lime is ok. I like the blue best partly because its so drippy.


I look like I'm about to shove my bomb pop into my head. But what else is life for? This might be on my bucket list if I ever make one. I think I need to start my bucket list soon, because I probably will have a lot of things on it.

I love bomb pops. They are so wonderful and summery. Now, I must tell you about the Chalet dwellers. Before they were Chalet dwellers lived in a chalet, we used to eat Popsicles quite often. Not necessarily bomb pops. They like the orange cream the best. Anyway, one time we went to early church with them, and then we went to their house since both our dads were working that day. And we all had Popsicles at 10:30 in the morning. It was most delightful. Since we know the Chalet dwellers love Popsicles, we might run over and share our bomb pops. I also asked Troy if he wanted one because it was National Bomb Pop day. He got a little confused. He didn't know there was a day dedicated to the wonderfulness of bomb pops. He made some lame excuse and changed the subject. Bad celebrating on his part.

And the puppies got shaved today! They look adorable. I also love the bandanna that they have on when they come back. The are quaint. And I mean that in a good way.

At this point the blue raspberry of my bomb pop began to drip all over me. I had to put away the phone. I think Popsicles that drip are extra wonderful. A Popsicle with no drip is hardly a popsicle at all. And that's a fact.

Sincerely,
I keep spelling bomb with a P.

PS: My other first was that I made a merang. Woot. And mom said that if I taught myself French so I could speak it fluently she'd take me to Paris. Here's how far I've gotten:

Bonjour! Comment t'applles-tou?
Je m'epplle Kryn.
Comment allez-vous?
Tres bein, Merci!

Pretty good for a beginner huh?

UPDATE:
Not long after I'd written this post, I noticed a blue streak on my leg. I guess that was from the blue raspberry. I had a very good Popsicle.

Today we take pictures

I am so excited!!! I have to use exclamations marks to correctly display the amount of my excitement. In case you have not figured it out, I love camera's. I love taking pictures. I like being in pictures too. I take about 300 pictures a month. No joke. So I did take a few pictures today. Not as many as I would have liked to take. I was sick this morning. And then when I actually got around to taking pictures it was thundering. Here is one I took today.

I can't really decide whether I like this or not. I think it looks granny-ish. Maybe not. I also took some of Pam washing dishes. I like people who do my dishes. But I have a feeling Pam would not be pleased if I posted photos of her doing my dishes.

So in honor of camera day, I'm going to share with you several pictures my lovely little camera has taken...
This is Brooke. She got this Snuggie for Christmas. I insisted on taking her picture, she insisted on looking awesome. She want to be a model, I think she'll do pretty well too.
This is Elise. She's the only person who can look cute wearing a headband from the 90's. She is adorable.


I think this is funny because I don't know why J took a picture of me and Lexy taking pictures. I really like my pose. Model? I think not.

Nerd pride day with the walkers! Woot! I'm really trying to elongate my neck for whatever reason. Its something nerds do, I guess.

Elise and Brooke again. We were trying to get a good American Gothic picture. Obviously it was not working out so well. They are so cute, I love them!

And while we are on the subject of American Gothic, Jack stepped in as the Gothic family dog.

I need to tell you about the Chalet. Last night Mom and I went to the Chalet to visit the Chalet Dwellers. I love the Chalet. It is darling inside. The mirrors on the stairs and the dungeon and the painted tiles make it totally awesome. I was teased about the Man eating chicken while I was there, And when I left my nose hurt badly. But I had a delightful time with the Chalet dwellers. And I got a few handshakes and Man Hugs in while I was there. The Chalet Dwellers do a different kind of Man Hug. It kind of hurts. And hugs should never hurt.

Sincerely,
Every day should be like today

Happy Handshaking

Emily and I know a boy who gives very nice, exuberant handshakes. He would be so pleased to know today is handshake day. My handshakes are pretty good. I once participated in an interview class where we practiced shaking hands. I had to shake hands with several boys that day. I did not enjoy that too much. But the leader complemented on the firmness of my hand shakes. I was pleased with that.

I've been observing handshakes for quite a while now. Probably the worst handshake the world has ever seen, was between Mr. Tumnus and Lucy in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. It was terribly awkward. I feel like doing the awkward turtle each time I see it. It was very bad.
I can feel the awkwardness from here. These pictures are blurry, but you get the jist. It was a horrible handshake.

As for my shaking of hands today, I'm not certain there will be any. We have been busy painting. Actually, Mom has been painting. I was laying on the bed reading Nancy drew while she was painting. I loved it. She didn't. In honor of Handshake day, I taught Bubby how to shake. She does it quite nicely now. I tried it with Punky, but frankly, she's too stupid. I love my dog but she will never understand.

I have to tell you about the Man Hug. I showed you pictures of Emily yesterday. Em and I have the man hug down. We can do it really well. I'd been observing men's handshakes for awhile also. I discovered that the man hug is widely popular. I also read about it in a body language book. Boom. Its basically where guys shake hands and then sort of pat one another on the back. I think its kind of award too. I prefer hugs. Thankfully, we ladies skip the mag hug. We go for the full hug. We do it right. Huggers. And yes, I did say I was a lady.

Happy handshaking to all you fabulous people! :) I would shake your hand if I could.

Sincerely,
I'm doing the awkward turtle

I like Bikes

I really honestly do. I just love them. My bike is adorable. I think I need to name it. BTW, I like naming things. I even name some of my outfits. But back to bikes. My bike is a lovely purple beach cruiser. Generally I'm not into purple, but occasionally I make exceptions. Purple is always trying to steal pinks place. But this is a really cool shade of purple, and I was okay with it. I even have a basket on my bike. I adore it. I wish my punk would fit in it. She's too big for it. Believe me, I tried it.

As for who patented the bike, I'm not sure. But I really do appreciate whoever did. I would love to be riding my bike in celebration of today's holiday. But unfortunately I can't. I'm probably going to dream about it tonight.

Tennis Shoe day update:
I had a wonderful time at the pot-luck and at the King and I. I observed that here Tennis shoes are the latest style and worn by many. I saw no Converse, and I was sad. I was alone.

Good news! I finally found my kite. It was in a box. It has this handy little clip on it so I can clip it to my purse. That way if I'm out and about and have the sudden urge to fly a kite, my kite will be right there. I'm guessing I won't ever need to fly my kite on the go. I'll keep my kite stationary.

I'm also christening today "Finish a book day" because I need to do just that. I'm terrible with books. I am reading about 6 right now. I need to finish some. The reason is that I usually forget my place in the book. So rather than trying to find my place I just start a new one. A very bad habit.

Sincerely,
Biking Bookworm

One Star

Tennis Shoes day. First of all, I don't own any. I don't play tennis either. It would be so dumb to buy shoes for a sport I don't play. I would like to play tennis, but my hand eye coordination is way off. So, no tennis shoes for me.

The only pair of shoes I own that are close to tennis shoes are my Converse. They are not Chuck Taylor's, but they are just as cool.




I was first exposed to Converse by my cousins, Brooke and Elise. Thank you for enlightening me. For school one year, they all got Chuck Taylor's. Once I saw them I knew I wanted them. (That was also the year I envied their Sponge Bob tissues.) Anyway, I just got my Converse for my 13th birthday. They are about the most boyish looking thing I own. And, they're fairly girly.

And here is a secret. I don't tie shoes very well. When I was little, my mom bought me shoes that had no laces. I was lace free. It was only about 4 years ago when I actually had to tie my shoes. There were kids in my Sunday school class who could do it wicked fast. I guess that's just not one of my talents. Thankfully, I don't plan on going into a field where shoe tying is required. Converse also have insanely long laces. That does not help those of us who struggle with shoe tying. But I don't really struggle, I'm just not that fast.

As for my fantastic idea, it will have to wait till another day. We got the Jello. But I've been cleaning. And cooking for a pot luck. And Cleaning. And reading. I'm going to the King and I tonight and you can bet your china teapot I'll be wearing my Converse.

Sincerely,
I have tissue issues

PS: It was 6 years ago that I envied Sponge Bob tissues.

Failed Test

I had a wonderful idea for today. It was going to be a fabulous sense celebrating. I messed up. I thought there was such a thing as instant Jello. Apparently I was wrong. I'm going to try my amazingly scientific experiment tomorrow. I still have alot to say about Celebration of the Senses day. Of Course.

First I must tell you about this book. It has been one of my most favorite books. I stumbled across it a few days ago I as I was going through my massive stacks of who knows what. I was delighted because I knew Celebration of the Senses day was just around the corner.
There it is! I just love it. When I found it the other night, I insisted upon reading it to the rest of the family. They insisted on not listening. Oh well. You see, I've had this book a very long time. They already know the story. They've heard me exclaim over it before.

This book is all rhyming. I adore books that rhyme. I think I like them so much because I have no rhyme or rhythm to me whatsoever. I soak up others rhyming nonsense. Thank you Mrs. Johnson for coming into my life. And Mr. Jones, you're pretty neat too. Basically, this book is all about our five senses. Rhymes for each one. Woot.

Now I will tell you about my celebration filled day.

As I said, I was called back for an encore performance. I have no picture of my halo. I don't deserve it anymore. I failed. I forgot my lines. I got the curtain stuck on my wings. I stubbed my toe. I don't see acting in my future either. My future is looking pretty grim. I need some encouragement. Soon.

After my encore debacle, I went with my grandma to a delightful little shop. There they had a quaint little garden. And I mean quaint in a good way. I think gardens are just so awesome. And this one was especially awesome because there was a chair made out of grass. I am dead serious. No joke. I am going to go back and take a picture. I'll show you. You'll realize this is no laughing matter. The store was delightful. I've already said that. They had great music (Hearing) and I found this Merlot candle that I love (Smell) and there was several interesting things for my fingers to explore (touch.) Or course I saw thing. That counts too. For those of you that don't know, I explore with my hands. I'm a toucher. That's how I learn. It's bizarre, I know. I have an expert sense of touch. By the way.

After that I went to grandma's to hang out. I made this cute tea towel. I signed my name with a heart. How lovely. Then I snuggled up with this extra soft and fluffy blanket to watch the Trial. I enjoyed that blanket alot today. I also liked watching the Trial. But that's for another day.


Here's me and the soft blanket. I need one of these. I really do. Birthday anyone? Just keep that in mind.

More massive stack's of who knows what await me. Goodnight. I enjoyed this day. I want that Merlot candle.But I like Yankee better. (Yankee Candles Em! Don't we know who loves them? )

Sincerely,
I think you need a sofa in your yard

PS: I'll tell you about my expert experiment tomorrow. Now that I know there is no such thing as instant Jello. At our picnic on Dr. Pepper day, Someone said that jell0 used to be made out of horse's hove's. I refuse to believe it. And I don't really care. Its a pre-fab wonder. Let's leave it at that.

PPS: There is this insanely loud cricket outside my window. I want him to go away. I can't enjoy my blogging to the fullest with an insane cricket around. That would not be right.

Pink is for awesome people

I am so thrilled with today's holiday. National Pink Day. Pink has been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. It's just plain adorable. But Pink really is for Awesome people. It takes talent to make pink work. I naturally gravitate toward pink. My Vera? Pink. My cardigan? Pink. Sophie's dog tag? Pink. My comforter? Pink (Here any way). While we are talking about colors, we've decided to name this house "Haricotvert" Which is a type of green bean. Houses really should have names. And that was so fitting since this house is a very nice but un liked shade of green. But we should not be talking about green on such a wonderful day. Today is about pink. And so it shall be.

In Honor of National Pink Day, I decided to go and get some Essie nail polish. I probably would have gone anyway. The reason I wanted Essie is because they have about a million shades of pink. And that's just what I like. And wanted. I was leaning towards a more coral pink, but then I was reminded I should go with a more true pink. Powder pink it is. I think Kate Beard has this same color. I am so pleased. Kate Beard has good taste.Absolutely lovely. I like this color so much. I've decided to buy only Essie from now on. That basically means I wont be buying nail polish very often. $8 doll hairs is a little much. But I had money burning a hole in my pocket. I needed to buy. I get that sensation every so often. Usually it does not work out so well. But today the flame was good. It inspired me.

My day was spent dusting and cleaning and going through my massive stacks of who knows what. I found a poem I'd written long ago. It was hilarious. I have a feeling I was avoiding work when I wrote this poem. Here ya go....

"When I see a daisy, I feel lazy.
I feel like lounging all around,
I feel like laying on the ground.
So whenever I'm lazy,
its because of that stupid Daisy!"

I don't see much poetry in my future. This was a very long time ago. And I have not written a poem since. Thankfully.

I'm off to have a pink Shirley Temple. Please love pink as much I do. You'll be pleasantly surprised.

Sincerely,

Lazy Daisy at Haricotvert

PS: Today I went to a bookstore with mom. She wanted to get me some coloring books.I told her that since I'll be 14 this fall, I don't need any. Last time I checked, 8th graders don't don't spend their days coloring. She did not really want to hear that. I decided to go look for Mein Kamf instead. The End.

E-claire

I have a friend named Claire. I hope she is celebrating because her name is in today's celebration. As I mentioned, G-ma told me where to find good e-claires. I found that place. I now really like that place. And I might just be back in the near future.
This is a good sign.
Glory be ,these are my e-claires. I love them. They are big. Puffy, light and fluffy. Wonderful combination if you ask me. These e-claires are huge. I have never seen a bigger e-claire in all my life. The last e-claire I had was about the size of a twinky. But not here. Oh no. This is Texas sized, and I'm not even in Texas. This was a very good e-claire. I'm not an e-claire expert, But to me, this are pretty wonderful. These delightful little nuggets were a tad expensive. But we splurged. After all, National Eclair day comes only once a year.

I was jazzed about today because it has to do with France. France is where the good stuff is. I am obsessed. I want to go to Paris so bad. I want to go to the top of the Eiffel tower. I want to go see Mona Lisa at the Louvre. I want to drink blueberry tea and eat elcairs and escargot at a french cafe. Lexy and I decided we want to go together for my senior year. Lexy would be a fabulous friend to have with me in Paris. Oh, and I can sing in french too. Another connection to that wonderful country. I know 3 songs. Mom and I love to sing them on our many trips across the country. K.J and dad don't enjoy it quite as much as we do. Of course.

This is my new bag. Its perfect for the beach. Too bad there is no beach around here. I fully inted on bringing this bag back home with me. This thing is to wonderful to get left behind.
As you can see, we've already helped ourselves to the abundance of crackers that I was graced with. And you can also see my feet in my gladiators. I really do have lovely feet. So don't worry. If I did not have lovely feet, I would not post a picture of them with such ease and grace.

I'm still recovering from my bizarre eye incident. And due to my fabulous acting, I've been called back for an encore performance. Maybe this time I'll get a picture of me in halo. Wouldn't that be great? Woot.

Enjoy those e-claires!

Sincerely,
Dites-moi

The most wonderful day of the year

Summer Solstice. Awesome. Have I ever told you I love astronomy? I don't know why, but I really do. I love to stargaze. I want to go to Stonehenge so bad. Today happens to be my friends half birthday. Its funny, her real birthday is on the shortest day of the year and her half birthday on the longest. I wish mine was like that. I think that is way cool.

Today I've been having some problems. Allergies have been being mean to me. It's no fair. So all day at K's I was sneezing and snotting and sneezing some more. Then after I left K's, we ran into Mrs. W and M at the park. I conquered the monkey bars. I was so proud of myself. But then something happened. And here's the thing. I don't know what. My eye started hurting like crazy. By the time we got home, it was almost swollen shut. It is a little better now, but still hurting. I'm enjoying the longest day of the year inside watching Cupcake Wars. How sweet.

Here are some pictures from my wonderfully long day with friends:
Lexy was my seat buddie on the teeter totter. Its fun having 8 girls on one.These girls are lots of fun.



C on the awesome and comfy swing I was telling you about.
J and I on the swing. This swing is so wonderful. It is strange too. And its red also. Wow. That is so amazing. I digress

As for Dr. Pepper day, I skipped. Dr. Pepper is not my type. I just don't like it. The W's however do not have the same problem. They drink it and Mountain Dew all day long. If they ever think of changing their last name, soda would be a nice option. I'm sure they would go for it. My favorite soda is sprite. Sprite is good. The first time I had sprite I said "Whew, that is Sparkly!" I've loved sprite for the longest time. I will probably continue to like. For a very long time.

Sincerely,
Trust me, I'm a Doctor


PS: Oh yes. My bag came. It is lovely. It is it beachy. It is stripped. I love it. It was also filled with crackers. Kj and I are cracker lovers. We could eat them all day long. We are very pleased with my winnings. Yay for sandwich crackers.

PPS: We girls also had a picnic. It was a really good one. It was under 2 pear trees. (Who is Pear Stem??) and near many pretty flowers. It was almost as good as the worlds most wonderful picnic. I spilled my water. That was not wonderful. I always spill water at peoples houses. Its a curse.

I scream for Ice cream (soda)

Well, you may have noticed I'm blogging today. I had time. I am not going to sleep over after all. I am terribly sorry I have no pictures of me in my halo. I have none. My acting was fantastic. I amazed even myself. I was so hot and hungry at the end, I was ready to get out of my outfit. Even that lovely halo. J and M were great fun. They were fabulous as Joseph and Mary. (J and M are different than Joseph and Mary.) J and I were whispering and M and I were tickling one another with the hay from the manger. Pretty cool. We danced behind the curtain when they sang the songs. And J refused to let me take her picture with her beard. I thought she looked cool.

Now to my celebrating.

Ice cream soda. Lovely. I like it. When we'd burn, sometimes the guys at the shop would get KJ ice cream soda. I helped myself. It came in these really cool glass bottles. My friends grandmother is building a house out of bottles. I could have donated mine to a worthy cause. I had no idea about it until recently. If I ever see it, I'll tell you. The F's say its pretty cool. Today I had ice cream and soda. I drank and ate them together and it was quite nice. The soda was extra fizzy and the dilly bar extra frozen. It was fizz-ozen. Fizzozen. Yes. It was. My dilly bar was a cherry one. It was pinky-red and oh so good. It was the cherry on top of a fabulous summer day.

Here is what I know about Toad Hollow.....


Exactly.
I know nothing about it. Mom does not either. But Thank you toad hollow for whatever you did, make or do. I think I would like to know what all the excitement is about. I don't like being left out. One time my cousins and I were trying to get away from my little cousin. We were in KJ's closet and Jack asked what we were doing. Elise told him we were going the bathroom. Then Jack said "Well, can I watch??" I feel your pain Jackson. I feel left out of the wonderfulness of Toad Hollow. The Delight. The pure beauty. I have a feeling Toad Hollow day of thank you has something to do with Nymphs or sprites or some creature of that kind. If it has anything to do with Toads though, count me out. Toads are really un-cool.

Sincerely,
I believe in Nymphs.

PS: Its really cool. I'll be having Ice cream twice today. And its really cool I'll be going to K's house on such a nice day. :)

PPS: I sold some stuff on ebay and now I am $100 dollars richer. Anyone want to go shopping this weekend?

That scoundrel

Two Holidays again. How wonderful. And today is extra wonderful because its Fathers Day.

I love this. I found it the other day. I laughed so hard when I saw it. This will be going in the front pocket of my purse. And for those of you who know me, you have to be pretty awesome to get into that pocket of my purse. No dorks allowed. I love my dad so much. He makes me laugh. We are both sanguine. Sanguines are the best. My dad and I are the most alike. Our fingers are alike. My dad is the same way about cars as I am about clothes. Genius.

The funny thing is, is that my dad and uncle look exactly alike. I call him dad, and the cousins call him dad too. Well of course they call their dad dad. That's because he is. What I meant is that they called my dad their dad. But you knew that. They even have the same shirt, which makes it even more confusing. One time, we went to my Aunts house. All the neighbors called because they thought my uncle was back in town. We laughed at that really hard. We tried to get my dad to wear a wig the next time we came through.

My dad is not here today. Or I am not there. I have not been with Dad on fathers day or his birthday for the last 2 years. Sadley, this year will be the same. I'm sorry dad. When We see you again, we'll have a big party. We'll eat strawberry rhubarb pie and sing Cry Me a river. But right now ,it's too late. Too late. Happy Fathers day dad, You are the best father a girl could ever want. :)

Sincerely,
Lucky Girl

PS: I've Seen no flying Mexicans, btw. I am watching out for them.

PPS: For those of you wondering, my dad has never been in jail. I would not love him as much if he had been. Jail is smelly, or so I've heard. It would bother my dad's nose.

PPSS: My dad is not really a scoundrel at all. He is a dirty chicken though. Haha, love you dad!

Milk's favorite cookie

I cannot be sure about the exact amount of Oreo's I ate today. First off, right after church we went out to lunch with my grandparents. I had a very nice time. I looked on the Menu. No Oreo's. I was very sad indeed. I had the breakfast of champions instead. It was absolutely delish. My grandma also told me about a place that has yummy chocolate eclair's. Yay for the 22nd. Boo for my wallet.
My mouth opens often. Beware. In case you have never tried it, it is very hard to climb a rock wall in a pencil skirt. Nevertheless, I did it. Woot for me. We went to a park today. Playground equipment rules. I went down every possible slide. Through every tunnel. I had fun. I tried the monkey bars. Also, this park had a cool swing. It was like a big comfy recliners. It was warm from the sun. Every park swing should be like that one. It was strangely wonderful. We played Frisbee too. Its hard to run in a pencil skirt too. But pencil skirts rule and you know it.

And now to the main even. My intake of oreo's. I had a blizzard. At lunch, KJ told us how to get rid of a brain freeze. I suggested we go to Dairy Queen and find out if it was true or not. You can't always believe those pesky brothers you know. And even now, I'm not sure of it. I did not get a brain freeze after all.Oreo blizzard loveliness. I like Blizzards that have lots of chunks. Chunks is where the good stuff is. This blizzard had several good sized chunks. Yum. Also I ordered a mini. But you know what? I got a small instead. How cool is that? (No pun intended. I've been punny lately.) Although I prefer a brownie blizzard, Oreo awesomeness if pretty hard to beat.
I don't know what I am doing here. I don't know why I am standing by a fence eating a blizzard. But I was. And I really love that outfit.

Sincerely,
I love that shirt.

PS: If don't blog tomorrow, I will have a very good reason. Tomorrow My acting debut beings. And hopefully ends. I might be going to a friends house. I'm going to a Birthday Sleepover too. I'll be Thanking Toad Hollow all day long, never fear. The celebrator is here.

I love a good picnic

I was pleased to see picnic day. I love picnics. I don't go on official picnics very often. But I enjoy my unofficial picnic all the same. I was planning on having a picnic today. I was planing on inviting friends and eating cupcakes and playing Mafia. No such luck. Apparently the weather does not know about my celebrating. There was rain. Rain is bad picnic weather. But to me all a picnic is, is eating outside. And today I did just that. I went to the Farmers Market. I got a super yummy potato and bacon burrito. Potato and Bacon is a match made in heaven. A delightful combination. I also sampled jelly, ice cream and fresh bread. I enjoyed everything. I bought some Rhubarb Raspberry Jam. Another match made in heaven. Then mom and I went shopping at all the cute stores on Main street. I tired on every Vera Bradley purse in that stinkin' store. I decided I need a new one. Right Away. I love bag's you see. Its a weakness of mine.

Another reason I was jazzed about today is that it is International Picnic day. Its so cool to think people in Hong Kong or Paris might be celebrating today too. I would love to picnic on the lawn by the Eiffel Tower. Oh yes. I will do that some day. And maybe on June 18th. I also love watermelon. And every good picnic has watermelon. Everyone knows that. Once I had a picnic with my Grandma and K.J. at the Cabin. We got a mini watermelon and put it in the creek to keep it cold. So cool. So picnicy (no pun intended.)

The best picnic of all times was the one in Emma. Hands down. They went to Box Hill. How cool right? Emma had the cutest dress on. And hat. I'm almost positive they had watermelon. If not, I might overlook it. Any BBC picnic has to be pretty good. The English do it right. Sometimes. They had cake and pickles and probably ham sandwiches. Another picnic essential. They had wine too. But we all know it was grape juice don't we? They had umbrella's and blankets and baskets. It was the best picnic this earth has ever seen.

Today we went to the Library too. It happens to be very near to the Farmers Market.

This is outrageous. These words should be banned. "Young People." My biggest pet peeve. At every good and sane library we are "Young Adults" but oh no. Here we are young people. I dislike that very much. That was so 1970. Please. Its 2011.

I hope you pincniced and I hope you enjoyed your picnic as much as I enjoyed that heavenly potato and bacon burrito. I'm off to jump on the trampoline in the rain. A wonderful Summer tradition.

Sincerely,
Please pass the watermelon

PS: Despite the fact that I hate the phrase young people, I enjoyed my Left Behind book very much. Those books are so cool. I absolutely love them.

PPS: Fans of Beatrice, I looked for more Beatrice's today. But all the lady bugs today were frowny and angry. Something no lady bug should ever be. Next week I'll see if I can't get a happy one. Until then, Beatrice Rocks.

Woot Woot

I'm wooting for Brooke today. Today is her birthday. We are no longer the same age. I'll have to wait until December to be the same age as Brooke.


Brooke is so hilarious. She makes me laugh like crazy. One time we left messages on my aunts cell phone of us singing High School Musical. Hilarious. Another time we made signs and taped them all over Troy and Luc's cars. Horrible. And another time Brooke and I were on the Hunting Channel. At least we think we were. We were up at the Cabin picking daisy's when some guys in a raft went by. They were filming us and we waved and picked daisy's and looked cute. And the second they left we burst out laughing.

Haha. Brooke is so funny. And that was one of the funniest day so of my life. Happy Birthday Brookie. Be looking out for your Justice gift card in the mail. Haha, Just kidding.

Sincerely,
You are the cats pajamas's

PS: Brooke is not a reader of this blog. She wont see what I'm getting her for her birthday. I have no worries.

PPS: and I am the bee's knees. :)

No Orange, no problem

This day was so easy. It was too easy. You see, it's No orange clothes day. I don't own anything orange. Absolutely nothing. I have no idea why. I guess when I'm shopping I gravitate towards pinks and blues and grey. Orange and I have a love/hate relationship. I associate many things with Orange. For example, Orange is kind of a spooky color fire, scary jack-o-lanterns. But then the other side of Orange is good, rainbows, flowers, Popsicles...good stuff. So it's hard for me to decide whether I like it or not. But regardless, I wore no orange.

Here is a story about orange:

A long time ago we were painting our bathroom. Woot. But my parents are very bad about picking colors. They just cant decide which one. So I, a lovely HGTV watching 7 year old, intervened. The bathroom ended up pumpkin orange. Much to my parents disgust and my delight. 2 years ago we painted it Key Lime. I am sad. The orange was so vibrant and groovy. It made me happy. There are still specks of orange on the toilet paper dispenser. I morn for it each morning. And I'll spare you from any more details. :)

This has nothing to do with wearing orange, but today I helped my grandma set up her VBS room. I'm going to be an angel in a skit. I've said "Do NOT be afraid" about a thousand times today. Don't be afraid. And she really chose a horrible person to be an angel. I'm certainly not one. But I get to wear this groovy halo. I am so pleased. I have always wanted one.

The W's were supposed to come over today. They ended up not coming. Its probably a good thing anyway. If they were wearing orange, I would have pinched them. And my pinches can be very painful if properly executed. They are very lucky. I know they have orange in their wardrobe. That would have been a very unlucky day for them.

Sincerely,

Do NOT be afraid

PS: I don't get why its no orange day. I think it should be no navy blue clothes. That should apply to boys too.

I did not forget.

For those of you who may be wondering, I did NOT forget Flag day. I chose to post about Pig Callers day and blood type awareness day because the are more obscure. And so am I. But I was very patriotic yesterday. I wore my picnic dress from Target's Americana collection. Very Patriotic. I drew flags on my math papers. Very Patriotic. George Washington would be proud. And I also had a Shirley Temple. I know George would be proud of that too. I love America very much and I love our flag too.

Sincerely,
Flag lover who cannot tell a lie

Go fly a kite

"Go fly a kite" is a phrase KJ and I use often to display sibling affection. So it was very fitting that today was go fly a kite day. Before I moved or when My friend moved (I cant remember which, ) she gave me a kite. I have never used it , and so today I am going to give it a try. It's not very windy out. I have a feeling my kite flying will not be successful. I'm not going to go out now, I don't want to take off my fuzzy socks with snowmen. I just love them.

The Umbrella:
Yesterday was sunny. Woot. We went out and had a good time. Just before we came back here for the summer, I bought an umbrella. I love it. I have actually never used it in the rain. That is just way to logical. It is way to cute to be used on a dismal day. It has polka dots. How awesome.A few days ago I was messing around with my umbrella and left it open. Bubbles jumped right it. So I took her outside and made her do it again.Sophie, my little punk, refuses to go near it. She is very strange.
Here is me and my umbrella. I love my umbrella. It was a very good purchase. It was worth the $15 doll hairs I spent.

Oh and I just found out that my friend Emily has o-positive blood. Woot. We are both filled with 0- awesomeness. I am ecstatic.

Conversation between Emily and I:

me:

The sun is shining. I am very happy. I feel like singing songs and eating cookies

Emily:

Shining, the sun is. Very happy, I am. Like singing songs and eating cookies I feel.

She was using some Yoda speak thing. I was jazzed. I love the way Yoda talks. It is so cool. If anyone is interested in having a Star Wars Marathon, I would be happy to join you. And, my conversation with Andy was mostly us wooting about the weather and other woot worthy topics. We woot often. We are wooters. Not to be confused with owls, we are very different creatures.

Sincerely,
Woot Woot and happy kite flying

UPDATE:
My day was very sad today. I searched high and low for that kite. It was no where to be found. I kept my fuzzy snowman sock on. But still, no kite. And it proved to be a very windy day. I wished I could have flown my kite. If I could have found it. I'm sorry for letting you down on such a cool holiday. If I ever find that kite, I will fly it.
Sincerely,
No kites for Me

at the moment

Right now I am having 2 hilarious conversations with 2 hilarious people, I will blog properly in a little while.


XOXO,
The walkers rule

this little piggie and o-negative awesomeness

Today there are two holidays. That is super awesome. Two is better than one. I digress. It's blood type awareness day and pig callers day. Today is awesome because I learned new things. I had no idea what my blood type was, until today. And I was un-aware of pig callers until my mom volunteered to demonstrate. It was hilarious. And now I know what a pig caller is.

I have always liked pigs. Pigs are pink, they are awesome. Piglet was my favorite character from Winnie the Pooh. I have seen pigs that were a few days old, they were so adorable.

I also like pigs for another reason, bacon. Yum. This little piggie is so cute, its kind of sad to think that he ended up on someone's breakfast table. Ignorance is bliss. I'd rather not know the process of getting piggie out of the pig pen and onto my plate. I'm sure its not pretty.


I also have this cute little pet piggie named Palu. He soft and fluffy, and he's pink. He is a he however, and I always think pigs should be she's. I guess it's the pinkness. But Palu is really cool. KJ got him for me. It was some thing that if you buy Palu they will donate some of the money to World Vision. I like it. I like Palu. And I am sorry to say that I did not come up with the hip name Palu. No, he was already named.
Palu sitting on my diary. I'll definitely be writing about his awesomeness today.
As for my blood type I am O negative.I am aware of it now. I saw a little of my O negative awesomeness today. I sneezed, and banged my head on my chin, causing me to bite my lip and causing my lip to bleed. Now one side of my lip is slightly larger. And there's a little of my O-negative awesomeness there too. How awesome is that?

Palu and I are the best of friends. We are very strange. Its involuntary, I'm telling you. Notice my O-negative awesomeness?

Sincerely,
This little piggie loves Palu.


UPDATE:


I forgot to tell you about the pig in the yarn shop. One time I went into the yarn shop and there was a pig in there. It was a very friendly pig. He was cute. He snorted. But the whole time I was thinking about bacon, that poor little piggie. Also, here is a hilarious video of a pig hollering contest. I love Farmer Jebbs corn cob hat. I need one. Please, hook me up.

Who's Birthday??

Today is the Queens birthday. But I have a problem, I don't know which Queen. For all I know, it could be a Queen from 1654 or 1482. Or 2011. And Which country? England? France? Spain? It could be any Queen from any country during any time period. I don't know which! So Happy Birthday to the Queen, whoever you are.

Sincerely,
Happy Birthday to.....?????

PS: If it really is Queen Elizabeth, which I'm guessing it is, Happy Birthday. I liked your hat at William and Kate's wedding. I thought it looked like a cake. And I like Cake. I'd be happy to come visit your country anytime, we can have tea together. Just send me an invitation, and I'm on my way.

Update: I just found out that today is just a holiday. Its not really the Queens birthday. And I wonder if they celebrate the Queens Birthday when there is a king. Just Wondering. Queen Elizabeth's birthday is actually April 21st. Happy Belated Birthday. I would still like to come for tea

Red Rose day

I like Roses. I love red ones. They are very lovely. So today as I was trying to decide how to celebrate, without buying a rose, mom reminded me that Pioneer Woman just posted about paper flowers. And so I tried to celebrate:

I tried making these...i failed miserably.I mean, how hard can it be to roll up a piece of paper???

Here's the tutorial photo. Trust me, its NOT as easy as it looks. I hope you try it. I hope you have fun celebrating red rose day. I did. Even though my roses were a total flop. And as I was (attempting) to make them, I thought of this:

Moses supposes his toes-es were roses, but Moses supposes erroneously.

haha, i love that. :)

Sincerley,

I dont suppose my toes-es are roses.

PS: here's the link to the Paper Flowers post on the Pioneer Woman. I can't wait for her cooking show. I am thrilled. I knew she would get one. I always have known.

Fires, hugs and other Saturday matters

First, Its Hug Holiday. I like Hugging. My friends Emma and Claire are huggers. They are from Georgia, which makes sense. Anyway, I hug all my friends, all the time. But I don't like hugging people I don't know. I just don't.

Second, The sun is shining. We've been having bad weather for the past few days (Weeks actually.) Sunshine is a rare occasion. KJ and I went out and had some fun on our trampoline. K.J. is good at doing flips and stuff. For some reason, I cant do them at all! I tried something new today and ended up hurting my neck, which was not too fabulous.

KJ showing off!!
Love the expression!


And another thing, Last night our oven was on fire!! I have always heard stories of people who just grab frying pans and hair dryers and watch as everything they own burns to the ground. So I ran into my room and began stuffing my Vera full of things I thought I'd need. Then I ran and got Sophie and put her and my Vera in the car. And then guess what? By the time I got back, the fire was out!! I was glad, but unfortunately there was no need for my packed bag. :) And I guess thats a good thing too!

Sincerely,
All Packed

UPDATE:
We went to a dog park with the puppies. I think I had more fun then they did.

The Puppies.

(I need to stop putting periods in the title. That is a very bad habit.)

This is Bubbles. She is such a cutie.
This is Sophie. She's even cuter.And theres Sophie and me. We are so cute right!?!??!

And I posted this because i love it.

Ice Tea's Replacment.

Its Ice Tea Day. But not at this house. Let me be honest, I hate Ice Tea. Its icky. Its Nasty. It's just water that's colored brown and a little bit of flavoring. I don't like it. So I had a Shirley Temple Instead. I like that. They are pink, they taste good. I guess Shirley Temple must have liked them too. We are so alike. I can sing pretty good too, ya know.
There's my lovely Shirley Temple. Its pink, its pretty, its perfect.