Well aren't you a lucky bunch? Today you are getting 3 posts-in-one from yours truly. Why the excessive blogging, you ask? I shall tell you.
1. Today is Wednesday. That means another installment of the Wonderful Words of Wednesday.
b) Today is also the last day of March. That means you get a recap of my month.
iii. Today is also the day I leave. For Australia that is! So of course I must say goodbye to you lovelies.
First thing's first. Dub^3!
For those of you who are new, Dub^3 is short for WWW which is short for the Wonderful Words Wednesday. This is the segment where I talk about words that I like and you smile and nod and pretend to be interested. (Yes, I can see you smiling and nodding through the computer)
On friday, I learned a new phrase: Kitty Corner. I've heard it before and I know what context to use it in, but I've never been entirely sure of what it means to be "kitty corner" from something. When giving directions, if the place you are referring to is diagonally across from another place of reference it is said to be kitty corner from it. For example, "My house is easy to find. It's just kitty corner from the school over there."
But seriously, kitty corner? I hate cats, why do we have to bring their offspring into this? It turns out, the original word that was used used to be "catercorner", but people had trouble remembering "cater" so over time it got replaced with "catty" and it has now become the "kitty" that we hear today.
reference!
H'okay, moving on...
It's time to recap my resolutions for March.
1. Write a journal entry once a week.
It's fairly obvious to see that I'm doing well with this one. I've recently bought a new notebook to serve as my journal. It is red and I love it.
2. Find a job.
Found one. Still have it. I watch Tim's kids.
3. Get my license
Boo yah! I got it. I can't remember what I did back in the days when I didn't have it.
4. Work out 2-3 times a week.
Just when you thought I'd given up, I surprise you. I've surprised myself. I've been running and biking all month. I love getting my endorphins in the morning. Toby tells me that only two props are returning to the Pronghorns this year, so if I can get my fitness levels up and my knee up to snuff, I will have a spot on the team come fall!
5. Stop gossiping.
Oh goodness, every month I hide my face in shame when I come to this goal. This is the only one that I've made no progress on :( but maybe now that I've gotten the other ones out of the way, I can focus on this. (yeah right...) I should make a T shirt that says "No gossip zone" . . . =O OMG! That's a good idea!
So as you can see, March was my month of progress. I can cross my license goal off my list entirely and my workout goal has now taken effect. Rugby has made its way back into my life this month, I got some vaccinations, Elder Bednar came to Lethrbidge and gave an awesome firside, I made a buttload of shirts, I created a weekly blog-segment, I babysat a lot, I hung out with Plausible, I told Pirate Steve (and you) about Plausible, I played in the Kiwanis with my orchestra, I donated blood, Selina came to Lethbridge on Saturday (we've been together every day since she's been here) and I finally got to play Beatles Rockband - it was everything I imagined and more. Oh, also - this Monday for FHE we had a scripture study night. I was so pleased with how it turned out! People actually showed up with scriptures in hand, ready to participate. I am so grateful it was a good night, I think we should have another one before the end of the year.
Ack! I can't believe it! I'm leaving for Australia soon! Depending on when you're reading this I could be on my way right now. Please don't miss me too much, friends. I will be home soon. I am going to try my hardest not to miss you so that I can enjoy every moment. I still have no idea what the computer/internet situation will be like down there, but I do know that I won't be bringing my lap top. As I promised, I will try to take a picture everyday specifically for this blog. I can't say I'll be able to upload everyday (if at all), but you will see them eventually.
If you happened to notice what time I'm posting this, you are quite the observant person. It's so late/early because I've been up packing all night. My friend, Star was pestering me over a week ago to start packing and I just laughed. Sorry pal, that's not how I roll. With every single trip I've been on, I have never started packing more than 2 days before I leave. I don't put anything in my suitcase until the night before. I've been using this system for years and I don't plan on changing it :P
Anyways, enjoy the next month without me! I hope I'll be able to give you at least a couple updates to share the fun I'll be having. I also hope to find me a hot Tongan to bring home. Fingers crossed.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
I Can Bat My Eyes and Get What I Want
The other night, I was talking with a buddy and we somehow got onto the topic of flirts and flirting. After some prodding, he told me that he and a few other guys had talked and said that they thought I was a flirt.
Me? A flirt?? A couple years ago I didn't even know how to flirt! He tried to reassure me by saying, "It's not a bad thing!", but still... A flirt? I was reeling from the fact that I have reached "flirt status" in the opinions of some of the guys of my ward.
Which only makes me shake my head at the inability of men to tell the difference between being friendly and flirting. I hate it when a guy gets all sketchy when I simply acknowledge their presence. The other night I was finally introduced to a guy that I have heard so much about. Apparently, we are practically the same person, except of different genders. After all the hype and excitement, I must say that the introduction was rather a let-down.
Friend: "Leinani! This is him!"
Me: "Oh, hi. You must be Graham."
My boy twin: "Erm, this is awkward. I've already heard so much about you."
Me: "Haha, yeah me too."
My boy twin: turns to my friend, messes up her hair, then runs away.
It was nice to meet you too, pal . . . I don't act like that, do I?
Me? A flirt?? A couple years ago I didn't even know how to flirt! He tried to reassure me by saying, "It's not a bad thing!", but still... A flirt? I was reeling from the fact that I have reached "flirt status" in the opinions of some of the guys of my ward.
Which only makes me shake my head at the inability of men to tell the difference between being friendly and flirting. I hate it when a guy gets all sketchy when I simply acknowledge their presence. The other night I was finally introduced to a guy that I have heard so much about. Apparently, we are practically the same person, except of different genders. After all the hype and excitement, I must say that the introduction was rather a let-down.
Friend: "Leinani! This is him!"
Me: "Oh, hi. You must be Graham."
My boy twin: "Erm, this is awkward. I've already heard so much about you."
Me: "Haha, yeah me too."
My boy twin: turns to my friend, messes up her hair, then runs away.
It was nice to meet you too, pal . . . I don't act like that, do I?
Friday, March 26, 2010
I May Have Been Holding Out On You
My good friend Denise, bless her soul, is such a good storyteller. When she opens her mouth to tell a story, people gather round to listen - literally. Whenever we see each other, she always asks me if I have any good stories to tell and every time, I shake my head sadly and tell her I don't.
Folks, let me share with you a secret about me: I am the kind of person that plays my cards close to the chest. When there is something happening in my life (and when I say "something" it ususally means boys), I usually tell it to a non-objective third party with no personal interest in the matter. That way, I can get the advice I need, but still have peace of mind that my problem will not be advertised to the world (as problems tend to be in any YSA community). So in other words, the more involved you are in my life, the less I tell you about it. Unless I just don't like you.
Last night, I found my non-objective third party. I was at a get together at Superpa's house and confided in Pirate Steve(PS). I totally didn't mean to. In fact, I nearly confided in Superpa while we had fort-talk, but he had to cut it off short. I was ready to leave with my coat in hand when PS and I just started chatting. First we chatted about hot girls, then sports and then fighting in sports (seriously, I am such a man). Before I knew it, everyone else was gone except for me. After I'd finished telling him about some rugby story of mine, I looked at the clock and realised I had to go. But then, Superpa comes out to say goodbye and tells me to tell PS all about my boy stories. I was slightly embarassed and assured PS that there were no boy stories to tell because the boys around here just suck that much. But then PS reminded me that he was leaving in the morning to go back to Saskatchewan and wouldn't see anyone until he was off his mission. Realising the opportunity I had to ask him something I'd had on my mind earlier, I took it.
The other night, I was texting a friend trying to make plans to hang out before I left for Australia. This friend is a boy. And I haven't made up my mind as to whether or not I like this boy. I may as well give him an alias since I've given all the other boys in this blog an alias as well. We shall call him... Plausible. Since it is plausible that I may like him - and because I feel like watching Mythbusters right now. Anyway, after a bit of texting back and forth, we came to the sad realization that we both have some busy schedules for the next week, and that we'll have to wait till I'm back to hang out. And you know what Plausible's reply was?
Plausible: "Awe, I would wait forever for you."
Me: "Well isn't that just the sweetest thing :)"
Plausible: "Only for you."
I stopped texting him after that because I wasn't entirely sure if he was joking and I wasn't entirely sure how to respond (And just so it doesn't seem like I'm desperate for him to have meant what he said, this is not the first time he's said stuff like this. It's only natural that I would want to know right?). So last night I asked PS if it would have been lame if I'd asked Plausible if he really meant it. Then PS called me out and said that I must like this boy, becuase otherwise I wouldn't have wondered if he were serious. Anyway, PS said it wouldn't have been lame if I'd asked him then and it wouldn't even be lame if I asked him now. And then - here's the kicker - PS told me that Plausible most likely did mean it because PS has used the same tactic before.
GAH!!! BOYS ARE STUPID! I mean, who says exactly what's on their mind? What kind of game is that? I wonder if they use this tactic in the hopes that maybe the girl will try to clarify if they were being serious and if she does, then he can come out and express his true, undying love for her. But you see, a girl is afraid to clarify because she's afraid that he wasn't being serious and then she would look like she is totally desperate and is not the kind of girl that you can joke around with.
Arghghhh, I don't even know if I am making sense anymore. I'm too tired to think about it. But congrats, my blogging friends, I now consider you to be a non-objective third party with no personal interest in the matter. Isn't that great? Now it means you could get more blog entries from me just as long as this one rambling on about some stupid boy problem. But hopefully they'll be juicy enough to quell your anger.
I quoted a movie and a TV show. 500 points/quote if you can tell me what the quote was and where it is from.
Folks, let me share with you a secret about me: I am the kind of person that plays my cards close to the chest. When there is something happening in my life (and when I say "something" it ususally means boys), I usually tell it to a non-objective third party with no personal interest in the matter. That way, I can get the advice I need, but still have peace of mind that my problem will not be advertised to the world (as problems tend to be in any YSA community). So in other words, the more involved you are in my life, the less I tell you about it. Unless I just don't like you.
Last night, I found my non-objective third party. I was at a get together at Superpa's house and confided in Pirate Steve(PS). I totally didn't mean to. In fact, I nearly confided in Superpa while we had fort-talk, but he had to cut it off short. I was ready to leave with my coat in hand when PS and I just started chatting. First we chatted about hot girls, then sports and then fighting in sports (seriously, I am such a man). Before I knew it, everyone else was gone except for me. After I'd finished telling him about some rugby story of mine, I looked at the clock and realised I had to go. But then, Superpa comes out to say goodbye and tells me to tell PS all about my boy stories. I was slightly embarassed and assured PS that there were no boy stories to tell because the boys around here just suck that much. But then PS reminded me that he was leaving in the morning to go back to Saskatchewan and wouldn't see anyone until he was off his mission. Realising the opportunity I had to ask him something I'd had on my mind earlier, I took it.
The other night, I was texting a friend trying to make plans to hang out before I left for Australia. This friend is a boy. And I haven't made up my mind as to whether or not I like this boy. I may as well give him an alias since I've given all the other boys in this blog an alias as well. We shall call him... Plausible. Since it is plausible that I may like him - and because I feel like watching Mythbusters right now. Anyway, after a bit of texting back and forth, we came to the sad realization that we both have some busy schedules for the next week, and that we'll have to wait till I'm back to hang out. And you know what Plausible's reply was?
Plausible: "Awe, I would wait forever for you."
Me: "Well isn't that just the sweetest thing :)"
Plausible: "Only for you."
I stopped texting him after that because I wasn't entirely sure if he was joking and I wasn't entirely sure how to respond (And just so it doesn't seem like I'm desperate for him to have meant what he said, this is not the first time he's said stuff like this. It's only natural that I would want to know right?). So last night I asked PS if it would have been lame if I'd asked Plausible if he really meant it. Then PS called me out and said that I must like this boy, becuase otherwise I wouldn't have wondered if he were serious. Anyway, PS said it wouldn't have been lame if I'd asked him then and it wouldn't even be lame if I asked him now. And then - here's the kicker - PS told me that Plausible most likely did mean it because PS has used the same tactic before.
GAH!!! BOYS ARE STUPID! I mean, who says exactly what's on their mind? What kind of game is that? I wonder if they use this tactic in the hopes that maybe the girl will try to clarify if they were being serious and if she does, then he can come out and express his true, undying love for her. But you see, a girl is afraid to clarify because she's afraid that he wasn't being serious and then she would look like she is totally desperate and is not the kind of girl that you can joke around with.
Arghghhh, I don't even know if I am making sense anymore. I'm too tired to think about it. But congrats, my blogging friends, I now consider you to be a non-objective third party with no personal interest in the matter. Isn't that great? Now it means you could get more blog entries from me just as long as this one rambling on about some stupid boy problem. But hopefully they'll be juicy enough to quell your anger.
I quoted a movie and a TV show. 500 points/quote if you can tell me what the quote was and where it is from.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Oh Em Gee!! =O
I have just found the most amazing blog EVER. This girl is so clever! She wanted to make sure that she posts something on her blog everyday, so what she is doing is uploading one picture everyday. I love her photos. I love her! And I am going to do the exact same thing!
Except I won't start immediately. And I'll only do it for a month - while I'm on vacation. So starting next week (cause that's when I leave, suckahs!), I will try to upload a picture everyday of my adventures. Now, I say try because I have no idea what the internet situation will be like down there, so I'll keep my fingers crossed for some sort of wifi for me.
Except I won't start immediately. And I'll only do it for a month - while I'm on vacation. So starting next week (cause that's when I leave, suckahs!), I will try to upload a picture everyday of my adventures. Now, I say try because I have no idea what the internet situation will be like down there, so I'll keep my fingers crossed for some sort of wifi for me.
Grand Unveiling
Welcome to the second segment of . . . The Wonderful Words of Wednesday. Quite the mouthful, eh? To shorten it I'll call it Dub^3.
For those of you who are new, Dub^3 is the time of the week when you get a dictionary thrown at your head and are forced to learn the meaning of the random words or phrases that fascinate me.
This week, I decided to choose a phrase to analyze: "Kick the bucket". How come when someone dies, they are said to have kicked the bucket? Were people punished in the olden days whenever they kicked buckets around? Was there a time when buckets were dangerous and killed you when you kicked them? Is the bucket filled with nitroglycerin?
After a little research, I believe I've found a pretty good explanation as to why buckets are kicked when people die. The first link between buckets and death was made in approx. 1785 when it appeared in Grose's Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue: "To kick the bucket, to die."
The phrase is speculated to have arisen from the notion that when people hang themselves, they stand up on a bucket with a noose around their neck and kick the bucket away to bring about their end.
Another explanation is that "bucket" has another meaning. It also refers to the beam from which animals (mainly pigs) are hung by the feet before slaughtering. Therefore, kicking the bucket would be in reference to the spasms the animal goes through once it's dead.
What a happy note to start your Wednesday, eh? Oh well, at least you learned something. Knowledge is power! The more you know, the more you grow.
References here and here
For those of you who are new, Dub^3 is the time of the week when you get a dictionary thrown at your head and are forced to learn the meaning of the random words or phrases that fascinate me.
This week, I decided to choose a phrase to analyze: "Kick the bucket". How come when someone dies, they are said to have kicked the bucket? Were people punished in the olden days whenever they kicked buckets around? Was there a time when buckets were dangerous and killed you when you kicked them? Is the bucket filled with nitroglycerin?
After a little research, I believe I've found a pretty good explanation as to why buckets are kicked when people die. The first link between buckets and death was made in approx. 1785 when it appeared in Grose's Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue: "To kick the bucket, to die."
The phrase is speculated to have arisen from the notion that when people hang themselves, they stand up on a bucket with a noose around their neck and kick the bucket away to bring about their end.
Another explanation is that "bucket" has another meaning. It also refers to the beam from which animals (mainly pigs) are hung by the feet before slaughtering. Therefore, kicking the bucket would be in reference to the spasms the animal goes through once it's dead.
What a happy note to start your Wednesday, eh? Oh well, at least you learned something. Knowledge is power! The more you know, the more you grow.
References here and here
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Procrastinating
I've been cleaning my room for a solid hour or so. Maybe. Not even. Oh, I have no idea. But I got bored and decided to grab some yogurt and granola and catch up on some blogs.
Currently I have a huge pile of clothes on my floor to sort through. They're all clean, I just have to figure out whether they go in my closet or my dresser. I've also got a ton of junk to go through. Ick. That is my least favorite part because I always, always get distracted by something I find and then I lose a whole hour on my cleaning (It's almost as bad as blogging, ha!).
Lookie!An unflattering A picture of me doing nothing:
And because I'm cool like that, I labeled a few items of interest for your enjoyment.
1. The toy boat that I got from Boatboy asking me to Sweethearts. No, it's not up there to treasure for the rest of time, I just haven't gotten around to finding something to do with it. Maybe I'll set it adrift when I go down to Australia -- heyyy, I maybe onto something there...
2. My rubix cube. My art class went through a phase where we played with them all the time. I've even bookmarked a page with instructions on how to solve a rubix cube in case I ever get bored enough to do it.
3. Fisher Price Cookies. They look like oreos and each cookie has a different shape inside them. It's like one of those old shape sorters from the good 'ol days, but in cookie form. I had a couple of four year olds in my room once, so that's why I have that. Ahem, moving on...
4. My new cardigan. It's the kind that hangs really low. It's hard to explain, just know that it looks like this. Except in a different colour and with 3/4 sleeves. I love it. Expecially since it was 2 bucks. Go me!
5. I made those. The black and white one is a charcoal figure drawing from grade 10 of a guy that I had a crush on back in elementary school. The colourful one is a spirit painting I did in grade 12 with oil paints and plaster. My room is kind of like my own private art gallery. I should start charging admission...
6. That is the watch I bought when I started University. I rarely wear it anymore, but I think I got my 12$ worth out of it (yay walmart!)
Anyway, I think it's about time that I got back to cleaning my room for another spurt. At this rate I'm not sure if I finish before my trip (11 days, btw!).
Currently I have a huge pile of clothes on my floor to sort through. They're all clean, I just have to figure out whether they go in my closet or my dresser. I've also got a ton of junk to go through. Ick. That is my least favorite part because I always, always get distracted by something I find and then I lose a whole hour on my cleaning (It's almost as bad as blogging, ha!).
Lookie!
And because I'm cool like that, I labeled a few items of interest for your enjoyment.
1. The toy boat that I got from Boatboy asking me to Sweethearts. No, it's not up there to treasure for the rest of time, I just haven't gotten around to finding something to do with it. Maybe I'll set it adrift when I go down to Australia -- heyyy, I maybe onto something there...
2. My rubix cube. My art class went through a phase where we played with them all the time. I've even bookmarked a page with instructions on how to solve a rubix cube in case I ever get bored enough to do it.
3. Fisher Price Cookies. They look like oreos and each cookie has a different shape inside them. It's like one of those old shape sorters from the good 'ol days, but in cookie form. I had a couple of four year olds in my room once, so that's why I have that. Ahem, moving on...
4. My new cardigan. It's the kind that hangs really low. It's hard to explain, just know that it looks like this. Except in a different colour and with 3/4 sleeves. I love it. Expecially since it was 2 bucks. Go me!
5. I made those. The black and white one is a charcoal figure drawing from grade 10 of a guy that I had a crush on back in elementary school. The colourful one is a spirit painting I did in grade 12 with oil paints and plaster. My room is kind of like my own private art gallery. I should start charging admission...
6. That is the watch I bought when I started University. I rarely wear it anymore, but I think I got my 12$ worth out of it (yay walmart!)
Anyway, I think it's about time that I got back to cleaning my room for another spurt. At this rate I'm not sure if I finish before my trip (11 days, btw!).
Thursday, March 18, 2010
The Darndest Things
I was babysitting a little girl named Lily last night and she told me the cutest thing!
Lily: You know, boys shouldn't mess with girls.
Me: Oh? Why's that?
Lily: Because we can kill them. We eat our vegetables so we are big and strong.
I think I've eaten a few too many vegetables...
Lily: You know, boys shouldn't mess with girls.
Me: Oh? Why's that?
Lily: Because we can kill them. We eat our vegetables so we are big and strong.
I think I've eaten a few too many vegetables...
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
No Point in Trying
For those of you who don't know, Lethbridge gets the worst winds EVER. No matter how nicely you style your hair in the morning, the moment you walk out the door and into the 100km/hr wind, all your hard work goes to waste. You may as well roll out of bed with your hair all a-tangle and walk outside to let the wind style it for you. Either way, you get the same look as if you'd actually tried to do something with it before. At the University, you can tell who lives in rez on a windy day because they are the only ones with decent hair (unless they'd just rolled out of bed with ther hair all a-tangle).
Are you sick of me complaining? Sorry. Just one more and I'll be done: I don't like St. Patrick's day. Not to bash Ireland or the history behind the tradition, but I just don't like the colour green. I will wear green because it looks good on me, but that is the only tolerance I have for it. Why should green be so special? I think it's discrimination against the other colours if you ask me. AND, you don't even get a day off school for it. What kind of holiday is that???
Anyway, I wanted to try something new with my blog by doing a weekly segment. I'm not sure what I want to call it, so I think I'll have you folks vote. Here are your options: Wordy Wednesday, Wordly Wednesday, or Wordsy Wednesday. So leave a comment and let me know! I'll have made a decision by the next segment.*
As you might be able to tell by the name, I want to talk about words. The kind that we don't use anymore, to be exact. Today's word is: Bodacious. As in, "You are one bodacious babe."**
This word popped into my head this morning and I thought to myself, Why has that gone out of style? It is such an awesome word!
So I've done a little research and here's what I've found:
- Most experts believe it was created by combining "bold" and "audacious"
- It was used mostly in the 80's and 90's
- It can have multiple meanings, such as remarkable, courageous or audacious
- It can be used to describe a good looking guy or girl
Until I blog again, have a bodacious time!
* -Since this is my blog, if I don't like what you choose, I'm picking one on my own :P
** -500 points to whoever can tell me the movie that quote is from!
Are you sick of me complaining? Sorry. Just one more and I'll be done: I don't like St. Patrick's day. Not to bash Ireland or the history behind the tradition, but I just don't like the colour green. I will wear green because it looks good on me, but that is the only tolerance I have for it. Why should green be so special? I think it's discrimination against the other colours if you ask me. AND, you don't even get a day off school for it. What kind of holiday is that???
Anyway, I wanted to try something new with my blog by doing a weekly segment. I'm not sure what I want to call it, so I think I'll have you folks vote. Here are your options: Wordy Wednesday, Wordly Wednesday, or Wordsy Wednesday. So leave a comment and let me know! I'll have made a decision by the next segment.*
As you might be able to tell by the name, I want to talk about words. The kind that we don't use anymore, to be exact. Today's word is: Bodacious. As in, "You are one bodacious babe."**
This word popped into my head this morning and I thought to myself, Why has that gone out of style? It is such an awesome word!
So I've done a little research and here's what I've found:
- Most experts believe it was created by combining "bold" and "audacious"
- It was used mostly in the 80's and 90's
- It can have multiple meanings, such as remarkable, courageous or audacious
- It can be used to describe a good looking guy or girl
Until I blog again, have a bodacious time!
* -Since this is my blog, if I don't like what you choose, I'm picking one on my own :P
** -500 points to whoever can tell me the movie that quote is from!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Brotherly (and Sisterly) Love
I have an announcement to make, Ahem:
Me and my brothers are idiots.
Usually I reserve the title of idiot for my brothers only, but I am now including myself in that category. I pity my mother when she has to take us out in public.
Allow me to introduce the bros:
The oldest of the two is TiJ. 17, moody, easily bored, sarcastic beyond belief. He is usually the instigator and also the scapegoat. He's a good kid though.
The younger is called Keanu. 14, goofy, mischievous, lots of energy. Like my father, you can't believe a single word he says. He's a good kid though.
When we are teamed together, someone usually gets hurt. Or we break something. The usual target of our antics is our youngest sister, Maile. If we weren't able to get such good reactions out of her, we would probably never bother her.
Maile is the most dramatic 9 year old you will ever meet. She's also a reeeaaaalllly good actress. All of her teachers and leaders love her to bits saying that she's such a good little girl. I have no idea how she can switch from psycho, demon-child to sweet little girl, but she does. I bet she's got a potion like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and we're all stuck with Hyde-Maile at home while everybody else gets to meet Jekyll-Maile.
Even though my siblings are all a bunch of misfits, I must say I love them. They definitely make life interesting. And just think, in 17 day's time, we will be spending 24/7 together in a foreign country with relatives crazier than we are. Let's hope Australia has insurance...
Me and my brothers are idiots.
Usually I reserve the title of idiot for my brothers only, but I am now including myself in that category. I pity my mother when she has to take us out in public.
Allow me to introduce the bros:
The oldest of the two is TiJ. 17, moody, easily bored, sarcastic beyond belief. He is usually the instigator and also the scapegoat. He's a good kid though.
The younger is called Keanu. 14, goofy, mischievous, lots of energy. Like my father, you can't believe a single word he says. He's a good kid though.
When we are teamed together, someone usually gets hurt. Or we break something. The usual target of our antics is our youngest sister, Maile. If we weren't able to get such good reactions out of her, we would probably never bother her.
Maile is the most dramatic 9 year old you will ever meet. She's also a reeeaaaalllly good actress. All of her teachers and leaders love her to bits saying that she's such a good little girl. I have no idea how she can switch from psycho, demon-child to sweet little girl, but she does. I bet she's got a potion like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and we're all stuck with Hyde-Maile at home while everybody else gets to meet Jekyll-Maile.
Even though my siblings are all a bunch of misfits, I must say I love them. They definitely make life interesting. And just think, in 17 day's time, we will be spending 24/7 together in a foreign country with relatives crazier than we are. Let's hope Australia has insurance...
Friday, March 12, 2010
Dang.
Don't you hate when you go to say something, but someone interrupts you and so you wait and by the time you get the chance to speak, you've forgotten what it was you wanted to say?
Try having that happen with a blog.
I kid you not, all day long I've been thinking stuff up and there have been some really awesome brain things going on inside my head, but now - pfft! it's gone.
I came onto my laptop to do one thing and one thing only: blog. And then all of a sudden I found myself on Facebook. And then on someone else's blog. And on some other random site that I have never been to before. Goodness gracious, it's a good thing I don't have some big important date to go on or else I'd probably miss that too. Or -- do I??!
No, I'm good. I nearly forgot that my life has a severe lack of love interests for the time being. There's lots of the we're-just-friends type, but none of the maybe-something-more kind. Le sigh.
Boys are awesome.*
Anyway, let's move on...
As you know, I've been running my buns off lately. It's going really well! I feel really good. Today I took my cousin and my trek sister out to the rugby club to practise some contact drills. It was great. That is my favorite part of rugby. However, I made a worrying discovery: I can't fall properly on my left side.
In rugby, it is very important for one to know how to land properly when one is tackled so as not to bring injury upon oneself. If one can't land on one's left side, that means one can't get tackled there. And if one really hates getting tackled on one's left side, then that throws one off because one would be more worried about one's knee than the ball and essentially, the game.
So. Why does this matter to you, dear reader? It probably doesn't. But, be grateful for your knees. If you have two fully functional knees that you don't worry about everyday, be grateful! Knees are more important than you think. And if you don't have fully functional knees and are bound to a wheelchair, I apologize for my whining. I am still grateful for the one good knee I have left and I am especially grateful for the wonderful progress my bad knee has made. (I can sit cross-legged again!)
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I didn't get everything that I thought of today, but whatevs, maybe it'll come to me later. As long as the awesome brain things going on inside my head aren't interrupted again.
*- In case you didn't catch any of the sarcasm** dripping off of that comment, here is an alternate phrase that can be used in the context without any sarcasm: Boys are lame.
**- They should invent a font specifically for sarcastic comments. And if that actually does happen, let it be known that I blogged about it first. Maybe. Well, I dibs it, how about that?
Try having that happen with a blog.
I kid you not, all day long I've been thinking stuff up and there have been some really awesome brain things going on inside my head, but now - pfft! it's gone.
I came onto my laptop to do one thing and one thing only: blog. And then all of a sudden I found myself on Facebook. And then on someone else's blog. And on some other random site that I have never been to before. Goodness gracious, it's a good thing I don't have some big important date to go on or else I'd probably miss that too. Or -- do I??!
No, I'm good. I nearly forgot that my life has a severe lack of love interests for the time being. There's lots of the we're-just-friends type, but none of the maybe-something-more kind. Le sigh.
Boys are awesome.*
Anyway, let's move on...
As you know, I've been running my buns off lately. It's going really well! I feel really good. Today I took my cousin and my trek sister out to the rugby club to practise some contact drills. It was great. That is my favorite part of rugby. However, I made a worrying discovery: I can't fall properly on my left side.
In rugby, it is very important for one to know how to land properly when one is tackled so as not to bring injury upon oneself. If one can't land on one's left side, that means one can't get tackled there. And if one really hates getting tackled on one's left side, then that throws one off because one would be more worried about one's knee than the ball and essentially, the game.
So. Why does this matter to you, dear reader? It probably doesn't. But, be grateful for your knees. If you have two fully functional knees that you don't worry about everyday, be grateful! Knees are more important than you think. And if you don't have fully functional knees and are bound to a wheelchair, I apologize for my whining. I am still grateful for the one good knee I have left and I am especially grateful for the wonderful progress my bad knee has made. (I can sit cross-legged again!)
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I didn't get everything that I thought of today, but whatevs, maybe it'll come to me later. As long as the awesome brain things going on inside my head aren't interrupted again.
*- In case you didn't catch any of the sarcasm** dripping off of that comment, here is an alternate phrase that can be used in the context without any sarcasm: Boys are lame.
**- They should invent a font specifically for sarcastic comments. And if that actually does happen, let it be known that I blogged about it first. Maybe. Well, I dibs it, how about that?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I've Been Suffering Withdrawals
ACK I missed you!!
I know. I'm lame. It's been 6 days since my last blogging sesh and I'm freaking out. However, my blog-fast was not intentional. There have been many blog worthy moments that have happened (like Cora drinking a slurpee), I just never wrote them right away and then next thing I know, BAM! I can't get onto the internet.
But worry no more, my lovely followers. I have returned with many a story to tell...
I've started running!! Hooray! I am no longer getting fat sitting around my house all day. Everyday this week I have ridden (or driven. Because I can!) out to the rugby club and ran my butt of around the field. I hurt, but I hurt so good.
Along with running, I've also started going out to Churchill's rugby practices to help coach. I guess you could say that that was my motivation to start running. I freaking love those girls! Some of them are wicked athletes that make me jealous and some of them aren't as confident in their abilities. It's that second group of girls that I love to help. I love giving everyone a chance so it's going to be sad when Toby has to make the final cuts.
On Friday night I watched A Hard Day's Night at Denise's house. Did you know that the Beatles made some movies back in the day??? I only just found out last Sunday, so I was quite excited when Denise extended the invitation for me to watch it with her. I rather enjoyed it. They were so funny! The way they acted reminded me of another band from England, McFLY. I don't know what it is about those Brits, but they sure like to goof off!
Guess what I'll be doing three weeks from now. Just guess. Alright, I'll give you a hint. That one song by Chantal Kreviazuk is a pretty good hint. . . If you guessed that I'd be leaving on a jet plane, you'd be right! My Australian vacation begins on the 31st of this month. We will stop in New Zealand for the weekend on our way down, spend three weeks in Australia and then on our way home, we stop in Tonga for four days. Are you jealous? If you are, don't be because we've had to get a bunch of vaccinations to prevent us from picking up some tropical virus while we're in Tonga. Trust me, we aren't going to have any fun... Okay, we might have some fun, I was just trying to make you feel better.
I know. I'm lame. It's been 6 days since my last blogging sesh and I'm freaking out. However, my blog-fast was not intentional. There have been many blog worthy moments that have happened (like Cora drinking a slurpee), I just never wrote them right away and then next thing I know, BAM! I can't get onto the internet.
But worry no more, my lovely followers. I have returned with many a story to tell...
I've started running!! Hooray! I am no longer getting fat sitting around my house all day. Everyday this week I have ridden (or driven. Because I can!) out to the rugby club and ran my butt of around the field. I hurt, but I hurt so good.
Along with running, I've also started going out to Churchill's rugby practices to help coach. I guess you could say that that was my motivation to start running. I freaking love those girls! Some of them are wicked athletes that make me jealous and some of them aren't as confident in their abilities. It's that second group of girls that I love to help. I love giving everyone a chance so it's going to be sad when Toby has to make the final cuts.
On Friday night I watched A Hard Day's Night at Denise's house. Did you know that the Beatles made some movies back in the day??? I only just found out last Sunday, so I was quite excited when Denise extended the invitation for me to watch it with her. I rather enjoyed it. They were so funny! The way they acted reminded me of another band from England, McFLY. I don't know what it is about those Brits, but they sure like to goof off!
Guess what I'll be doing three weeks from now. Just guess. Alright, I'll give you a hint. That one song by Chantal Kreviazuk is a pretty good hint. . . If you guessed that I'd be leaving on a jet plane, you'd be right! My Australian vacation begins on the 31st of this month. We will stop in New Zealand for the weekend on our way down, spend three weeks in Australia and then on our way home, we stop in Tonga for four days. Are you jealous? If you are, don't be because we've had to get a bunch of vaccinations to prevent us from picking up some tropical virus while we're in Tonga. Trust me, we aren't going to have any fun... Okay, we might have some fun, I was just trying to make you feel better.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Here Comes the Sun
I have been in such a good mood lately and I love it! I think it's because of all the warm weather we've been having. Warm weather for me equals sunshine and bike rides and afternoon strolls. I've been outside everyday since March started! I've been riding my bike and walking in the coulees - it's fantastic!
Also, the beginning of March marks the beginning of rugby season! I've been going to the past couple practices for my high school rugby team to help out. They even say that I can get a hoodie this year, woot! I love rugby. Rugby, rugby, rugby. I can't wait until I can try out for the University team in the fall. Or at least until I can play a game sometime with somebody. I've even got the motivation to go running. I can't wait to break out my cleats and go running. My only wish is that I had some rugby friends around that weren't busy with life. I'm sure if Jazz were here she'd do it with me, but she's in Texas :( I'm sure I'll find someone...
What's your favorite thing to do on a warm, sunny day?
Also, the beginning of March marks the beginning of rugby season! I've been going to the past couple practices for my high school rugby team to help out. They even say that I can get a hoodie this year, woot! I love rugby. Rugby, rugby, rugby. I can't wait until I can try out for the University team in the fall. Or at least until I can play a game sometime with somebody. I've even got the motivation to go running. I can't wait to break out my cleats and go running. My only wish is that I had some rugby friends around that weren't busy with life. I'm sure if Jazz were here she'd do it with me, but she's in Texas :( I'm sure I'll find someone...
What's your favorite thing to do on a warm, sunny day?
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Yup, Another List
Yesterday was such a good day!
I'm too lazy too organize my thoughts into paragraph form, so I'm sorry, but you're getting stuck with another list.
Things that made yesterday awesome:
1. I had to get The Kids ready for school in the morning, which meant I got to wake up before nine, hooray! (Yes, I am a morning person)
2. I went for a bike ride. My second one of the month!
3. I went to institute and had an awesome sub. I love learning church things!
4. My newest Threadless shirt arrived in the mail, woot woot!
5. I PASSED MY DRIVERS TEST!!! And I wore my new Threadless shirt for my picture.
6. I hung out with Cassandra last night because I could drive myself there!
Things that made yesterday not-so-awesome:
1. I jammed my pinky. Bad. And it hurts :(
If you divide the good things by the bad things, carry the one and take the square root, you will find that regardless of the jammed pinky, yesterday was pretty freakin' awesome!!!
I'm too lazy too organize my thoughts into paragraph form, so I'm sorry, but you're getting stuck with another list.
Things that made yesterday awesome:
1. I had to get The Kids ready for school in the morning, which meant I got to wake up before nine, hooray! (Yes, I am a morning person)
2. I went for a bike ride. My second one of the month!
3. I went to institute and had an awesome sub. I love learning church things!
4. My newest Threadless shirt arrived in the mail, woot woot!
5. I PASSED MY DRIVERS TEST!!! And I wore my new Threadless shirt for my picture.
6. I hung out with Cassandra last night because I could drive myself there!
Things that made yesterday not-so-awesome:
1. I jammed my pinky. Bad. And it hurts :(
If you divide the good things by the bad things, carry the one and take the square root, you will find that regardless of the jammed pinky, yesterday was pretty freakin' awesome!!!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Beat That
Oh dear! I totally forgot that February is over! That means I need another check-up on my resolutions.
1. Write a journal entry at least once a week.
As you can see, I'm still going strong with this whole blogging thing. So that's a checkmark there. Ka-check!
2. Find a job.
I've found one. I'm nannying for Tim and I didn't apply at Chapter's. But I made some good money this month! Ka-check!
3. Get my license.
I've made progress! I drove with my grampa a few times last week and I've made an appointment to get it. Woot! Almost ka-check!
4. Work out 2-3 times a week.
Ahem, umm... Me and mom are failing. We haven't even gone to redeem our months worth of free classes at the YWCA. But I did do some serious walking with my sister when we delivered papers this weekend. It's March now and the snow should be melting, maybe I'll get out my bike! For now, a big fat X.
5. Stop gossiping.
I am now conscious of when I gossip. So now that I can recognize it, that'll make it easier for me to stop, right? I'm not completely hopeless, right?? Another X.
I only have two resolutions that I'm failing at now, but resolutions aside, I'd say this was a pretty good month. Let's see, I got my visiting teaching done, I went to the Sweetheart's Ball and a wedding all in one night, I got to show my ward what a Polynesian Luau is like, I helped my ward make a whole bunch of Vic Park T shirts, I went to the temple (finally!), and I watched Canada host the best Olympics ever.
It looks to me like February is going to be a tough month to beat in awesomeness, but who knows what March has in store. After all, I do plan on getting my license...
1. Write a journal entry at least once a week.
As you can see, I'm still going strong with this whole blogging thing. So that's a checkmark there. Ka-check!
2. Find a job.
I've found one. I'm nannying for Tim and I didn't apply at Chapter's. But I made some good money this month! Ka-check!
3. Get my license.
I've made progress! I drove with my grampa a few times last week and I've made an appointment to get it. Woot! Almost ka-check!
4. Work out 2-3 times a week.
Ahem, umm... Me and mom are failing. We haven't even gone to redeem our months worth of free classes at the YWCA. But I did do some serious walking with my sister when we delivered papers this weekend. It's March now and the snow should be melting, maybe I'll get out my bike! For now, a big fat X.
5. Stop gossiping.
I am now conscious of when I gossip. So now that I can recognize it, that'll make it easier for me to stop, right? I'm not completely hopeless, right?? Another X.
I only have two resolutions that I'm failing at now, but resolutions aside, I'd say this was a pretty good month. Let's see, I got my visiting teaching done, I went to the Sweetheart's Ball and a wedding all in one night, I got to show my ward what a Polynesian Luau is like, I helped my ward make a whole bunch of Vic Park T shirts, I went to the temple (finally!), and I watched Canada host the best Olympics ever.
It looks to me like February is going to be a tough month to beat in awesomeness, but who knows what March has in store. After all, I do plan on getting my license...
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