Random post time!

My blog hates me.

At least that's what I gathered from when it came into my bed at night when I was sleeping with a gigantic book in it's hand and said, "I HATE you!!"

But of course I could be wrong.

On a different note;

don't you hate it when you don't want to know something but then you have to find out if it's really there?

That happened to me recently.

Stupid imagination.

I was in my room, leaning on my bed, and I happened to glance over at our leggo bucket.

It hadn't been opened in a while. And I began thinking.

"Man that's dusty. Hum. I wonder if any bugs where able to squeeze through the lid to make a nest in the leggo. I want to play with leggo- wait....w-what if.. there's a spider in there? And when I open the lid, it'll jump on my hand!!"

I imagined everything. And of course the tingle went up my spine. I just stared at the bucket.

"Oooooh... is there one in there?? Waiting..."

I actually reached out to grab the handle.

I picked it up so I could hand it to Elena and-

It slipped from my hand and fell.

I screamed and, I must say, nearly bolted away from my room.

But, there was no spider.

Elena was laughing at me because I screamed.

We caught it all on camera (which was deleted) and I've never seen my face when I scream before. (Shocker!!) I looked hilarious.

So.

If you haven't figured it out yet I was born with the "holy-crud-is-that-a-spider-get-it-away-from-me-before-I-kill-you" gene.

Well.

Before I go, I have one more thing to say.

"Hey quarter back, how's about you and me?"

"How's about you git some brains?"

BRAIN POWER!!

She gone!

*Gasp!* I've been TAGGED!

So, I will respond. And why are my letters so darn BOLD?? It's not on bold, stop being bold!

Anywhoo. Ignoring the over bold-when-not-supposed-to-be-bold-letters.

Apple juice or orange juice? Orange juice. Just because. (just a side note, the letters are back to normal)

What was your favorite childhood television program? I remember loving the Tellitubbies. And Inspector Gadget.

Are you a collector of anything? Stickers. I like stickers, I don't know why. Most likely because of Uncle Gordy and his letters saying I should stick them on Daniel's head while he's sleeping.

What is usually your first thought when you wake up? "Dangit, where'd the night go?" I dunno, "Nenum nemom.. *stretch*"?

What do you think about right before you go to sleep at night? "Why can't I fall asleep as fast as Spongebob?"

What is your favorite color? Blue, green, and red. Blue more so.

Have any bad habits? I bite my nails, and chew the inside of my mouth. And lips. I chew my lips.


Are you a mostly clean or messy person? Um.... Sometimes mostly clean other times messy.


What is your favorite song at the moment? I don't know. I like a lot of songs.


What is your favorite thing to do on a Saturday night? Um, watch a movie with da' people..


What is your favorite thing to do on a Sunday afternoon? Dance.

Any hidden talents? Umm...I..am a great screamer when I see a spider. Does that count?


What would be your dream job? I have no clue.


Name one thing that not many people know about you? I randomly dance on a Sunday afternoon.

If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to? Why would I have to change my name? Did that no good police man steal my licence? Who am I now?


What is your favorite pizza topping? I'd say pepperoni.

What songs do you most often sing in the shower? Anything random that pops into my head. "Oh I got soap in my eye, whoa whoa whoa! It hurts like the BLAZES...."


What is your favorite Christmas movie? How the Grinch stole Christmas.

Do you cry at movies? Depends on what movie. "Oh LASSIE!! You're so heroic!! *sob sob*"

Do you play an instrument? Is french-fries and idea? I mean, yes. The piano.


What music are you listening to right now? TV. A movie. "Knight and Day."


What was the last good movie the you watched? Um, "Knight and Day".


What were you doing at midnight last night? Oh, you know, playing a jig on the piano while everyone else was grabbing their shotguns.. S-L-E-E-P-I-N-G.


What was the last thing that you dreamed about that you remember? Elena found a rat in the barn and thought it was funny to shove it in my face while I screamed. The rat tried to BITE me. It was evil. But Elena liked it 'cause she thought it was SugarBob. And then it jumped into the horse's water and was swimming. I tried to drown in, but it bit me so I ran to Elena and complain and she was heart broken because she had to get rid of it. But, I made the point to her that it'd eat the baby chicks, and so...I woke up. Not the best dream.

So there you go, Savannah. YAY FOR ME!! *high fives*

So.

Um..

I'm done.

Yay!

Okay, I just published "Yay!" as a blog post. Not much 'yay' there.

And it's not a very enthusiastic <--I just totally spelt that right- 'yay' either.

Although the exclamation point suggests otherwise.

Darn you, ever so happy exclamation point who laughs in my face because your oh-so very exclamation-y and I'm not.

Because I'm tired.

See there? I didn't put an exclamation point. I put a period.

Period is my friend.

He gets to the point.

He ends.

Exclamation point doesn't.

But period understands.

Anyways.

I'm tired.

I can't believe I'm still typing properly. Without my head falling on the keyboard which would look like this. asdlj'.,';lwpodlakjfwoiea,/

I'm tired because of two reasons.

1. For four days I didn't get to sleep because of a stupid cold.

My nose was both runny, and stuffed. I couldn't suck in and I couldn't blow out, but man it was running like crazy!

2. Work.

I had to get up at five after going to bed a 9:30-ish, then got home late and got to bed late. Then I got up at seven for piano lessons.

That night I also went to bed late, and got up at five again. And that sleep I had that night was the BEST! Then last night I went to bed...I don't know what time. I had a good sleep, but was woken up at eight-ish because I was supposed to go help a curtain sister move far far away.

Now here I am.

Tired.

And blogging of all things to do.

And listening to the Star Wars theme song.

(BA...DA...Na na na NA na, na na na NA nuh, Ba nuh na naa..)

I'd post pictures but I don't want to.

I'm not even writing about anything interesting.

But...*yawn* I'm.. okay..

asdlj'.,';lwpodlakjfwoiea,/

Good night.

Em-min-Emma is 7!

*gasp* *dies*

It's really kind of insane. Really. Just a little bit.

When Emma was little, she was always on my hip or with me doing something. If Heather came to our house holding Emma, Emma would lean over to me.

I played barbies with Emma and Becky (still do sometimes).

But...

One of my most refreshed memories of her is when she was... maybe three-ish to four.

It was co-op, and lunch time.

Emma was already at the table, Becky beside her.

I grabbed my food and went to find a place to sit.

I heard Emma screaming my name, and waving franticly.

"TIANA! TIANA! SIT BESIDE ME! SIT BESIDE ME! TIANA! BESIDE ME!" and so on.

Flattered, I walked over and sat down.

As I moved my chair forward a bit, I heard Emma again.

This time though, she said my name so quiet.

I looked over at her, and her face was soooo solemn.

"Tiana," she whispered, "You're sitting beside me."

Happy birthday, Emma! :D

Crazy biker guy.

Okay, sooo.... once again something has happened that I meant to write a blog about but I was not able to get on the computer. Sigh!

(Go to Elena's blog for her part of the story)

So I think I'll write about it now.

A crazy biker-man tried to see if he could go through the truck. He found out he couldn't.

I"ll start at the beginning...

*creepy voice* Once upon a time....muahahahahaha!!! (No. I'm not that crazy :D )

After finishing yet another store in pressure-washing, Jay and I were happily driving out of the dock and to the road.

I was checking off a tick on an envelope while announcing we only had such and such stores to do.

I hear Jay suddenly go, "Uuuhh.." so I look up.

The truck was stopped, it's lights flashing, and Dad was walking around twirling his mustache.

Dad walked up to us and Jay asked what had happened, and Dad said,

"A biker hit us. We'll be here for a while."

So Jay parked, and I hopped out of the small truck, and ran to the big truck. I jumped on the stairs by the truck window.

"What happen?" I asked.

Apparently I caught Elena off guard 'cause she jumped. I laughed at her of course.

"A biker hit us." She said, ignoring my laughing.

"What?? How? What an idiot!" I said. Not loudly, but quietly.

Elena shushed me and pointed to the guy.

He had grey hair, some crooked teeth, and a big nose. He was about fifty something.

He was talking to some other dude on the sidewalk, waving his hands in our direction.

I burst out laughing.

Now, anyone who knows Elena and I will know we tease back and forth, and entertain each other in our doing so. And normally anyone who knows us wouldn't care.

As I said, I burst out laughing and began to make up a story of the stupid biker man.

I pretended I was on a bike, saying, "I THINK I can, I THINK I can, I THINK I can, I THINK I can!!! I'M INVINCIBLE!!! *Wham!* Ow.. I thought I could!!"

It made Elena laugh, and me laugh.

"What an idiot!" I whispered again. (Yes, I'm that evil)

"Shhhh!" Elena said.

I of course didn't 'sh' and went on teasing quietly. "He ruined our truck! WAAHH! Look at that dent!" There was no dent, but I'm sure you figured that out.

Suddenly I saw a red punch-buggy. I hollered at Jay, "Hey Jay! I see a punch buggy, but since you didn't see it, it doesn't count!!"

Jay said, "Whatever!"

And Elena and I began talking about punch buggies and how I was winning. Then I saw yet another red punch buggy. This one was coming our way.

"Hey Jay!" I yelled. "Punch buggy red! HAHA!"

He stuck his tongue out.

Then Elena and I began talking about traffic.

Then the cops got here.

I suddenly fell quiet.

And Elena suddenly had a bunch of jokes to crack about the biker, and I began to franticly shush her!

We both fell quiet and listened to the coppers and the dudemanwhothoughthecouldgothroughtrucksbutfiguredouthecan'tandsoheblamesDad.

"Sir, are you hurt?" The tall black cop asked.

I didn't hear what he answered, but Elena and I heard,
"And those two have been hurling insults at me!"

Elena and I looked at each other with one eyebrow raised and mouthed "What??"

But ya' know what? The cops didn't even look around. They both dismissed the comment and asked what happened.

Dad came up to me and said I should go to Jay.

I did.

He followed.

"So, you guys and head on over to Metro and start the bread." He told Jay.

Jay said yep, and we were on our way.

On the way, I was beginning to feel rage, and my stomach was churning. I ranted to Jay. I don't remember what I said, but I remember talking reeeeally fast and my voice rose up to a shriek.

I don't know why, but sometimes when I'm mad and ranting my voices gets really high.

Jay didn't say anything about it though.

"And, do you know what?" He ranted to me, "Before the cops came he was stomping around angrily, and when the got there he held his back and limped!
And do you know what else? When the cops got there he was like,
'Oooh, I'm not gonna go near him!' Yeah, because I'm gonna hop out of the truck and beat you up right in front of two cops!"

We pulled into the parking lot of out next store. I felt sick.

We went into the store to do the bread, which means that rotten or expired bread is thrown in a bin, still in packages. So, we have to go and pick up the bread and take it out of the package and throw just the bread in a bin so cows can eat it.

Normally there's three bins full of packaged bread, but not that day. Thirteen packages, maybe less. It went quickly.

When we were done, I went to sit in the truck, because we can't pressure wash the bins until they're empty.

Suddenly the big truck pulls into the parking lot, and comes to the dock. When Dad was parked, I hopped up to his window.

"So?" I asked.

"He can't press charges." Dad said, "Or else we could charge him for driving on the sidewalk, which is illegal."

I felt better, and I went to help Elena dump the bins.

We joked about the guy happily there.

*creepy voice* And so, in the end, the biker figured out he's an idiot....muahahahahaha!!!

A little late..

..But still, I have a fine excuse! I haven't been on the computer in FOREVAH!!

So...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRITTER!

AND MATTHEW!

AND HEIDI!

In honour of their birthdays, I'll write about what I did with them when we were little.

Christopher:

I don't remember why, but he and I were doing something we apparently needed aprons for.

I was about six-ish, and he was about three-ish.

We had hunted everywhere for aprons, and then I found two.

I somehow managed to "tie" them on us both, and as we were on our way downstairs, Critter asked, "What are these things called?"

I had absolutely no idea.

But I couldn't tell him that!

I was the big sister!

I had to know these things.

I racked my brain trying to think of a name for them.

"Uh...er...um...well... They're called aprons!" I said.

Satisfied, he went downstairs with me behind him.

Well,

for a while it didn't cross my mind again until I saw Linda putting an apron on.

"What are those called?" I asked.

Without really thinking about the answer she replied, "Aprons."

I was shocked.

I didn't lie.

I didn't have to confess to Christopher I had no clue what they were called.

I was still the big sister who knew it all!

Now I have told him about that day when we were little, and we both laughed.

I had invented a word that was the real name for aprons! I"m a genius!

Matthew and Heidi:

They were little, and big. Little enough that they still could sit in a car seat, big enough that they could eat baby cereal.

Whenever Rachel came over with them, I was always there with them. Begging to hold one and such.

One day she was over I volunteered to feed them.

So, while I was getting their cereal ready I gave them a rice cake.

As I walked to them, they saw the cereal. They stopped eating the rice cakes and began demanding rice cereal.

I picked up the rice cakes and handed them back to Matthew and Heidi.

"No." I said in a stern manner, "You must finish your rice cakes first, and THEN you get the cereal!"

I heard Rachel laugh behind me, so I turned. She was watching me.

I had no clue what on earth she was laughing about, so I just went back to taking care of the twins.

They obeyed and ate their rice cakes, now and then demanding some cereal, but I never gave them some until the rice cakes were gone. :)

Christopher is now eleven, Matthew and Heidi are three. Where did the time go?

As most of you know, we kill our own chickens.

It's not really fun. (Big shocker there, eh?)

Especially my job.
I have to hold the chicken as the ax comes down.

No matter what.

After the ax does its job, the chicken will wildly flap and kick.

It's not fun to hold a dead, bloody, flapping chicken.

As the chicken flaps, bloods shoots out from where the head used to be.

Anywhere.

And everywhere.

On ME!

Not fun.

Yesterday was one of those days.

The chicken spurted blood ALL OVER ME!!

My pants, my face, my arms, and my feet.

I stood there in shock as I looked at myself.

I sighed, because, really, what could I do about it?

("DARN CHICKEN! I'M GONNA KILL YO.....oh...wait....") No.

As I shuddered in disgust, I hear Christopher's voice.

Now, listen..or read... Critter has one of the easiest jobs.
All he has to do is hold the rope that is around the chicken's head as the ax comes down.
Then he has to put the head in a bucket. That's it. So simple.

While I'm there dripping with blood, I hear him say,

"EW! GROSS! I got some blood on me!"

I look to see.

One dot.

One.

One tiny dot on his pants.

"Weeeeelll now! That's just to baaAad!" I said.

He looked at me.

His face looked hilarious.

I continued to tease. "It's so sad you ruined your pants with that speck."

I walked away to get the next chicken, while Linda was laughing.

20 more chickens to do.

Yea.