I have a very interesting story that relates to Coffee and Pumpkin. This is kind of a multi celebration story.I love this story so very much.
Once Upon a time I was in an airport in Charlotte, NC, when I decided that I really wanted coffee. I'd never had coffee before, but J had been telling me about Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte. I was intrigued. I went to Starbucks just before our flight came, and I bought A pumpkin Spice Latte. Basically, that was the biggest mistake of my life. I waited to drink any until we were on our flight. Another huge mistake.
We were flying with our Grandparents, and KJ and I were sitting separately from them. Luck was with me, I sat next to a guy STRAIGHT FROM FRANCE!!!! I was so terribly excited. He was on his way to visit his girlfriend in San Fransisco, which is the most romantic thing ever. Anyway, back to the coffee. I waited until we were in the air to take a drink. I took a drink. I gulped. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted. I wanted to like it so bad, but I couldn't. I nearly spit it out on our new french friend. I had KJ drink it and we both decided it tasted like cedar wood. Of course I've never feasted on cedar, but I'm fairly positive it would taste like a pumpkin spice latte.
Aside from drinking liquefied wood on that flight, it was by far the most enjoyable flight I've had. The french guy was very nice, he let us play with his iPhone. I had the honor of being his translator when the captain of flight attendants spoke. I got him coffee several times, which is another reason why this story relates to today's holiday.
Okay, so This really didn't have much to do with Coffee or pumpkin. But I love this story. Oh so very much.
Sincerely,
Jar Jar Bush
Hug a Vegan/Hippie
I hugged one vegan! I forgot to hug the other vegan, but anyhoo, one will do. I did my see-crud handshake with the other vegan, (who's not so vegan) so it think that counts as a hug. Whenever Emily eats meat, I clap. Cheer. Sing songs about the wonders of meat. I'm kind of mean that way. I am sorry! I could not live without bacon, ham and hamburgers. And maybe chicken nuggets.
My father and Mother have been invited to a hippie party. Don't you love it when you say father and mother? It makes me sound so prim and proper. Anyway, they have.
Dad's yet to acquire his full costume, but the wig and pendant are a pretty good start. And the sunglasses. Those are good too. And while we were in goodwill today looking for a costume for mom and me, I heard "gimme some lovin". I really wanted to break out and dance. I resisted until I got home and danced with Richard and the gang. Big Mama. Charlie. Emily. I love them. I am making Richard Simmons believers everywhere, and it is just the greatest.
And that's that. I hope you hugged your vegan today.
Sincerely,
Do you love sausage???
My father and Mother have been invited to a hippie party. Don't you love it when you say father and mother? It makes me sound so prim and proper. Anyway, they have.
Dad's yet to acquire his full costume, but the wig and pendant are a pretty good start. And the sunglasses. Those are good too. And while we were in goodwill today looking for a costume for mom and me, I heard "gimme some lovin". I really wanted to break out and dance. I resisted until I got home and danced with Richard and the gang. Big Mama. Charlie. Emily. I love them. I am making Richard Simmons believers everywhere, and it is just the greatest.
And that's that. I hope you hugged your vegan today.
Sincerely,
Do you love sausage???
My Punk
She's annoying.
She chews up my lip gloss.
She hogs my pillow.
She snores.
But She's my punk.
And I love her.
She chews up my lip gloss.
She hogs my pillow.
She snores.
But She's my punk.
And I love her.
Achoo
Blogs are sort of like Diary's you know. Sort of. Yesterday, I wrote a whopping 5 pages in my diary. Yes 5! So many funny things happened, from me dropping the laptop bag to our no laughing game at the Walkers that I had to include every detail. Oh by the way, I have a diary. I love it. I like to write. I like to read what I write. I like it very much. I have a hilarious story that involves Elise, Facebook and Diarys, but none of you would understand it because one of those "you have to be there" moments. I kind of hate those. Then when you tell other people they don't understand what you are talking about and its really awkward.
Once Upon a time I was in a Spanish class. Besides the fact that the only word I learned was Hola, I learned that one girl in our class was a humongous fan of Pink Elephants. When ever we'd write story's or translate, she always managed to incorporate "Elefante Rosa". It was really funny. And you may be wondering why the post is titled Achoo. Its because when I sneeze, I sound like an elephant. I really do! I actually accidentally took a video of me sneezing today and it was a great celebration. I'm not posting it because I was in my pajamas and wearing Tye dye.
So that's that. I apologize for the lack of post and interestingness in the few posts I manage to get out. I have some pictures for you I'll share later.
Sincerely,
Achoo too you
PS: Forgot to Mention, today is the release of the Winter 2011 Vera Bradleys! Are you so excited? Excuse me while I go buy out Vera Bradley.
Once Upon a time I was in a Spanish class. Besides the fact that the only word I learned was Hola, I learned that one girl in our class was a humongous fan of Pink Elephants. When ever we'd write story's or translate, she always managed to incorporate "Elefante Rosa". It was really funny. And you may be wondering why the post is titled Achoo. Its because when I sneeze, I sound like an elephant. I really do! I actually accidentally took a video of me sneezing today and it was a great celebration. I'm not posting it because I was in my pajamas and wearing Tye dye.
So that's that. I apologize for the lack of post and interestingness in the few posts I manage to get out. I have some pictures for you I'll share later.
Sincerely,
Achoo too you
PS: Forgot to Mention, today is the release of the Winter 2011 Vera Bradleys! Are you so excited? Excuse me while I go buy out Vera Bradley.
That I am
I am here to inform you that I am indeed a student. A good one too. Okay, so maybe I miss spelled genius today, and maybe I missed 5 problems on my math and maybe I'm still up to my elbows in homework, but all in all, I am a good student. Don't talk to my parents about this please. Our stories may differ. A little. Or a lot.
And just because I love you, I share this with you. I am so obsessed with this video. I forgot about the bongo's and the cowbells and the little fishy move. And big mama's earrings? Nothing cooler!!! I am so in love. Brooke is sad she is not here to sweat to the oldies with me. She actually is, she told my mother so.
Sincerely,
Gimme some lovin'!
And just because I love you, I share this with you. I am so obsessed with this video. I forgot about the bongo's and the cowbells and the little fishy move. And big mama's earrings? Nothing cooler!!! I am so in love. Brooke is sad she is not here to sweat to the oldies with me. She actually is, she told my mother so.
Sincerely,
Gimme some lovin'!
An apple a day...
...Keeps the health food away. KJ and I made that up many years ago. We used to eat apples to torment mom when she was on health food kicks. Ugh. The oatmeal. The Cancer soup. Scary, scary memories. Thankfully we are no longer on health food kicks. And we all still like apples, imagine that! I had one today, in case you were wondering.
Also, I love the phrase "You are the apple of my eye." For some reason, I have this strange notion that Cleopatra said it. I am fairly sure I am wrong. Then I think of Shel Silversteen. But I know it wasn't him. No one has ever said that to me. Yet.
Sincerely,
Cleopatty
Also, I love the phrase "You are the apple of my eye." For some reason, I have this strange notion that Cleopatra said it. I am fairly sure I am wrong. Then I think of Shel Silversteen. But I know it wasn't him. No one has ever said that to me. Yet.
Sincerely,
Cleopatty
Merci beaucoup
I guess I need to thank you. For reading this blog. For wading through the nonsense and lip gloss to find the real purpose of each post. Thank you for that. And don't you love my french?
I am also thankful for Richard Simmons. Who is that? I will tell you. One day last summer, the cousins and I were looking though Grandma's VCR tapes for something good. We stumbled upon something great. Oh, so great.
I am also thankful for Richard Simmons. Who is that? I will tell you. One day last summer, the cousins and I were looking though Grandma's VCR tapes for something good. We stumbled upon something great. Oh, so great.
Oh yes, I did it. I ordered Sweatin' to the Oldies. It is this absolutely hilarious exercise video from about 1990. The songs and motions are hilarious, especially when Richard shouts "PAAAARTY TIME!!". You can't beat that. The Tunnel Of Love. The turquoise tights. The ferris wheel in a studio. It just keeps getting better!
I ran into my economics teacher today. I saw David too. He is still mad at me for using hand sanitizer in class. I am sorry! I did not mean to be so offensive. I was just exercising my rights. There is no law that says Mango Passion fruit hand sanitizer is not allowed in class. As far as I know anyway.
Sincerely,
one for me and one for YOUUUU!.
PS: Don't be turned off by the striped tank tops. It really adds to the whole effect. Let's party!
Going Random.
I have to inform you, my blog is going random. It will continue to focus on celebrations, but there will be other post as well. These will be filled with puppies, pink, feet and possibly lip gloss. I'm just going to warn you about the last one. I promise I wont be like "So here's what I did today..." Everyday, because I don't really care for that style of blogging. Why am I telling you all this? Because I'm going random. Its a lifestyle. Celebrating can be very limiting and restraining at times. But it is also strangely, weirdly fun. I love it.
My Fortune from a cookie, is from Panda Express. We are all weird about Panda Express. Once upon a time (that was not so very long ago) We lived in a town with 10 restaurants and not a Panda Express for miles. Whenever we went to the "City" (and it was only a large town!) we dinned at Panda Express. Its was Great. Then it was good. After that, it was just okay. I don't know what happened, but none of us really like Panda Express at all anymore. It's kind of sad. One Fortune I had said I would go to the Beach soon, and I did....2 years later. Also, the other one says that Wednesday is my lucky day. I am yet to be Impressed by Wednesday. It has never been a favorite day for me.
Sincerely,
I'm really cuddly.
My Fortune from a cookie, is from Panda Express. We are all weird about Panda Express. Once upon a time (that was not so very long ago) We lived in a town with 10 restaurants and not a Panda Express for miles. Whenever we went to the "City" (and it was only a large town!) we dinned at Panda Express. Its was Great. Then it was good. After that, it was just okay. I don't know what happened, but none of us really like Panda Express at all anymore. It's kind of sad. One Fortune I had said I would go to the Beach soon, and I did....2 years later. Also, the other one says that Wednesday is my lucky day. I am yet to be Impressed by Wednesday. It has never been a favorite day for me.
Sincerely,
I'm really cuddly.
Made it
I did it! I made my bed! Please Applaud! Was that too many exclamation marks for you? I hope not. I kind of did a deep clean of my room today. I vacuumed. I dusted. I organized my lotion. It was so productive and nice.
Pre Bed making.
Post bed making. Proof that I really did do it. Somehow the punks wind up on my bed again. I think its apparent they run my life. That's changing now! I make the rules from now on, okay punks? Okay, great. I'm glad we are on the same page.
As I was pondering some great mysteries of life, I had the genius idea to combine all my Bath and Body works items and count them.
And there you have it. Am I obsessed? I don't know. Obsessed is a pretty strong word. Passionate will do. This picture really made me hate my camera. Oh dear.
And since is the ten year anniversary of 9/11, I thought I'd share this again. Before, I'd always thought of it as just a plane crashing into a building. I understood people died, but I never really thought about. But this year, I saw how bad it was. I realized how many people died. I realized how evil terrorist are. I hope we never forget 9/11. I hope we never forget about the people who lost their lives. And I hope we always remember how blessed we are to be Americans.
Sincerely,
Ameri-can, not an Ameri-cant
Pre Bed making.
Post bed making. Proof that I really did do it. Somehow the punks wind up on my bed again. I think its apparent they run my life. That's changing now! I make the rules from now on, okay punks? Okay, great. I'm glad we are on the same page.
As I was pondering some great mysteries of life, I had the genius idea to combine all my Bath and Body works items and count them.
And there you have it. Am I obsessed? I don't know. Obsessed is a pretty strong word. Passionate will do. This picture really made me hate my camera. Oh dear.
And since is the ten year anniversary of 9/11, I thought I'd share this again. Before, I'd always thought of it as just a plane crashing into a building. I understood people died, but I never really thought about. But this year, I saw how bad it was. I realized how many people died. I realized how evil terrorist are. I hope we never forget 9/11. I hope we never forget about the people who lost their lives. And I hope we always remember how blessed we are to be Americans.
Sincerely,
Ameri-can, not an Ameri-cant
Wonderfuly weird
Today was so 70's. I'll tell you why. First of all, I went to get my haircut. I got my bangs done, and they are just what I wanted. I can pull them over to make full bangs, I look like I'm straight from the 70's. Then Mom and I went to Goodwill to look for a costume for me for my party. We found the greatest outfits. Goodwill has serious Hippie stuff. On the way home, we listened to the 70's channel on Sirius. They played the Bee Gee's, Jan and Dean, and mom and I did an acapella version of "I'm leaving on a jet plane." It was so wonderful. And THEN, I got my 60's-70's style book from the library!! Now I am fully aware of what was hip and what was not in the 60's and 70's. I feel so informed. That may seem like it has nothing to do with today's holiday, but it actually does! The 70's were weird, but they were wonderful. They were wonderful, but really, very weird. The 70's and Wonderful Weirdo's day go hand in hand. And that my friends, is why today was so great.
Sincerely,
No wonder today was good, I wore Pink!
PS: Someone else requested my dynamic acting skills, this time I'll be Clifford at the library. Thankfully, its only for kids ages 4-7. Or so I hope.
Sincerely,
No wonder today was good, I wore Pink!
PS: Someone else requested my dynamic acting skills, this time I'll be Clifford at the library. Thankfully, its only for kids ages 4-7. Or so I hope.
Pardon
Pardon me for not putting up today's holiday. In my opinion, it is rather lame. I couldn't find any other thing to celebrate, so we are stuck pardoning today.
My primitve painting is so primitive. It is just divine. It is this lovely red house, with a brown streak down one side, and a grassy field. It's a fall scene, but I didn't have time at Emily's to finish the trees. But, it is very, very, very, primitive! I am even making childish art look childish. Meanwhile, Emily is blending colors and creating this lovely Paul Cezzaro print, with two lovely pears. I have a house with a field. I really love art, but as far as doing it myself, I despise it.
With that, I finish. Please pardon me for having nothing to say on the subject of pardoning.
Sincerely,
I'll leave art up to the professionals
My primitve painting is so primitive. It is just divine. It is this lovely red house, with a brown streak down one side, and a grassy field. It's a fall scene, but I didn't have time at Emily's to finish the trees. But, it is very, very, very, primitive! I am even making childish art look childish. Meanwhile, Emily is blending colors and creating this lovely Paul Cezzaro print, with two lovely pears. I have a house with a field. I really love art, but as far as doing it myself, I despise it.
With that, I finish. Please pardon me for having nothing to say on the subject of pardoning.
Sincerely,
I'll leave art up to the professionals
Feelin' the love
Love is a relative term. I tend to use it too strongly. I either love or hate stuff. Today I said, "I hate Subway." which is actually not the case. It's just not my favorite. So if I say I hate it, I probably sort of like it. If I really hate it, you'll know. I should probably write a users guide for myself and let people read it so they are not entirely confused when they talk to me.
My Punk loves me. She showed me some love today by snuggling with me when I was studying my map of France. It's thundering now, and she is sitting right beside me. So devoted! And also scared.
As for Pastrami day, they had Subway sandwiches at class! I totally could have had pastrami and celebrated big time. I absolutely used to hate pastrami (really, really hate.) Once, mom was out of town, and dad made me a pastrami sandwich with MAYO, and I threw up and had to watch KJ scarf down all the Cheetos's we were supposed to share. It is one of my most terrible memories. But over the years, my taste buds have expanded, and I've come to love it (Translation: I like Pastrami.) I am not a picky eater in the least, but I couldn't do pastrami. But, now I can.
Tonight I'm going to one of my BFF's to study. We are working on a house hunters video. That is serious study worthy work. For AHG, we have to paint a picture from a certain type of art. I found this artist whose work I really liked. I asked the teacher what style it was. Her reply: Primitive. Child Like. I was at first very sad that I chose such primitive art, but then I realized it was easier for me! I am thrilled now. Long live primitive art!
Sincerely,
I'll like mayo when pigs fly.
My Punk loves me. She showed me some love today by snuggling with me when I was studying my map of France. It's thundering now, and she is sitting right beside me. So devoted! And also scared.
As for Pastrami day, they had Subway sandwiches at class! I totally could have had pastrami and celebrated big time. I absolutely used to hate pastrami (really, really hate.) Once, mom was out of town, and dad made me a pastrami sandwich with MAYO, and I threw up and had to watch KJ scarf down all the Cheetos's we were supposed to share. It is one of my most terrible memories. But over the years, my taste buds have expanded, and I've come to love it (Translation: I like Pastrami.) I am not a picky eater in the least, but I couldn't do pastrami. But, now I can.
Tonight I'm going to one of my BFF's to study. We are working on a house hunters video. That is serious study worthy work. For AHG, we have to paint a picture from a certain type of art. I found this artist whose work I really liked. I asked the teacher what style it was. Her reply: Primitive. Child Like. I was at first very sad that I chose such primitive art, but then I realized it was easier for me! I am thrilled now. Long live primitive art!
Sincerely,
I'll like mayo when pigs fly.
Do it! Do it!
I love chanting "Do it!" to people. Ok wait.....I never do, but I always secretly want too. If (Or I should say, when) I participate in a flash mob, chanting "do it!" will most certainly be part of the routine. Or I will start doing it any way.
I did so much today! First, I went to economies, and realized I had not done the homework because I had not seen or heard of the assignment. I have to do that. In Greek, I learned that it is confusing. I had the general idea, but this week the fact that it was so unclear was so clear. Did that make any sense? Maybe I need to explain. DO IT! DO IT!
Okay, I'll stop now.
By the way, I am selling 2012 Chick-Fil-A calenders for AHG. If you are interested in one, talk to me. They are $6. And, may I suggest in the spirit of today's holiday, you do it? Thank you. I know you will. (PS: My most wonderful friend Emily is also selling them. There might be a little rivalry, but we both promise to be nice and share customers, don't we?)
Sincerely,
Its all Greek to me.
I did so much today! First, I went to economies, and realized I had not done the homework because I had not seen or heard of the assignment. I have to do that. In Greek, I learned that it is confusing. I had the general idea, but this week the fact that it was so unclear was so clear. Did that make any sense? Maybe I need to explain. DO IT! DO IT!
Okay, I'll stop now.
By the way, I am selling 2012 Chick-Fil-A calenders for AHG. If you are interested in one, talk to me. They are $6. And, may I suggest in the spirit of today's holiday, you do it? Thank you. I know you will. (PS: My most wonderful friend Emily is also selling them. There might be a little rivalry, but we both promise to be nice and share customers, don't we?)
Sincerely,
Its all Greek to me.
Not on the menu
Today, Cheese Pizza was not on the menu. I love cheese pizza. When the last day of my life rolls around, I want to be surrounded by cheesy pizza, cupcakes and the people I love. And maybe a potato somewhere in the mix. I love potato too. We had an extra nice dinner tonight because we had a guest! We did not know our guest was coming, but she came, and she stayed. We had Rice and garlic pickle and Raita! I love Raita. The day before the last day of my life I will have fried chicken and Rita. Generally people don't mix cuisines so much, but I never go by the rules.
As for a Kodak Moment....
I think this will suffice.
And this? Another amazing Kodak Moment.
Elise will be going to college next year. College! This is so sad. Good news, she is probably going to MSU. I fully intend to invade her dorm during the year and impress her roommates with my superior muffin making skills. We've already planned this. They will swoon and wish I'd never leave. They'll beg for my recipe. They'll cry when I won't tell them. And then, they'll forget all about it. It's just how college kids are.
And, I've begun planning my epic 14th party. May I hint, you might want to brush up on the 70's.
Sincerely,
Keeping the recipe secret
PS: Anyone watch P.W Saturday???
As for a Kodak Moment....
I think this will suffice.
And this? Another amazing Kodak Moment.
Elise will be going to college next year. College! This is so sad. Good news, she is probably going to MSU. I fully intend to invade her dorm during the year and impress her roommates with my superior muffin making skills. We've already planned this. They will swoon and wish I'd never leave. They'll beg for my recipe. They'll cry when I won't tell them. And then, they'll forget all about it. It's just how college kids are.
And, I've begun planning my epic 14th party. May I hint, you might want to brush up on the 70's.
Sincerely,
Keeping the recipe secret
PS: Anyone watch P.W Saturday???
Sky high
Thankfully, the reason I didn't write wasn't that I was too busy watching heads roll. I decided to steer clear of any beheading, as I prefer my head attached to my body. I'm sure my feelings are mutual. Heads have their place.
I really wanted to get my ears pierced yesterday, but I didn't. Late May, my parents gave me the okay for getting my ears pierced. But we've never gotten around to doing it, so Peirce your Ears day was so fitting. The celebration might commence today. My mom has this really strange notion that I have really cute ears. I don't understand it. I hate more than one hole. I hate cartilage piercings. I really want pearl earnings. and I figured out my birthday is only 90 days away!
Okay, now to today's main event(s): I really love skyscrapers. I don't really have anything more to say on the subject other than, I love them and I want to live in them.
This was the cutest building in all Chicago. And there is that pesky stranger again! And seriously? A pink shirt?
This picture is so great, Uncle Sam and the city!
Sincerely,
My ears are nor-mal.
PS: Happy Birthday Uncle Sam!
I really wanted to get my ears pierced yesterday, but I didn't. Late May, my parents gave me the okay for getting my ears pierced. But we've never gotten around to doing it, so Peirce your Ears day was so fitting. The celebration might commence today. My mom has this really strange notion that I have really cute ears. I don't understand it. I hate more than one hole. I hate cartilage piercings. I really want pearl earnings. and I figured out my birthday is only 90 days away!
Okay, now to today's main event(s): I really love skyscrapers. I don't really have anything more to say on the subject other than, I love them and I want to live in them.
This was the cutest building in all Chicago. And there is that pesky stranger again! And seriously? A pink shirt?
This picture is so great, Uncle Sam and the city!
Sincerely,
My ears are nor-mal.
PS: Happy Birthday Uncle Sam!
No Rhyme...Or Reason
Wasn't I just telling you the other day that my life has no rhyme or reason to it?Its the truth. Sure, I have structured things and people in my life. But that is where things get complicated. I do love structure just as much as the next girl, but at the same time I really hate it. So does my life have rhyme but no reason? Or vice versa? I have no idea.
The big celebration of the day is that it is 4:28 and I am still in my pajama's. I know you are envious. This is not very normal, but 12:00 is not that unusual. I'm going to the gym in a few hours, which I'm pleased with because I haven't been able to go since my foot/dumb debacle. But that does mean I have to get dressed. Goodbye no rhyme or reason. I love you.
Sincerely,
Who says you can't go to the gym in your pajamas?
PS:
Maybe I'm taking feet pictures too far? My foot, post surgery. I'm telling you, the inside is purple.
The big celebration of the day is that it is 4:28 and I am still in my pajama's. I know you are envious. This is not very normal, but 12:00 is not that unusual. I'm going to the gym in a few hours, which I'm pleased with because I haven't been able to go since my foot/dumb debacle. But that does mean I have to get dressed. Goodbye no rhyme or reason. I love you.
Sincerely,
Who says you can't go to the gym in your pajamas?
PS:
Maybe I'm taking feet pictures too far? My foot, post surgery. I'm telling you, the inside is purple.
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