Family day!

Iiiiiit's family day!

And there's no better way to celebrate this day than to write a blog on the computer away from all relatives! Yay!

All I have to say is I like my family. Although I doubt I have a choice whether or not I like them because they've always been here.

If I suddenly said "I hate big families", well, I'd be an idiot.

I had a better point, but it escapes me now. *sigh*

Now, I wasn't planning on making a very long blog in the first place, but.. this is pathetic.

I'd post pictures but I don't know how.

I don't even know how to hook up the bloomin' VCR! I try, fail, try, get mad, try, give up and go get Critter.

...who laughs and says it's the easiest thing in the world.

But he hasn't taught me how to do it yet.

I think he likes that fact I go to him and beg.

I'll bet he imagines himself with a crown and a halo and me in a shabby dress kissing his feet.

ANYWHOO...

So, happy family day, peoples!

SHE GONE!!

My big brother.

In honour of valentine's day I'll open this blog with a song.

"You are my honey bun, sugar plum.

Pum-mie-um-mie-ump-kin,

You're my sweety pie!

You're my cuppy-cake gumdrop,

snookem snookem, You're

the apple of my eye!"

Ooh! Y'know what would be super awesome mega cool? If I could write something the the shape of a heart. That would be the bomb.

Anywhoo.

To tell you the truth, I didn't realize it was valentine's day yesterday until the middle of the day.

Though, I did think to myself, "Whew, valentine's day will be here any day now!"

And I was mildly right.

So. In honour of valentine's day I will write about someone I love.

I have tons of people, but since I have pressure washing on my mind, I'll write about Jay.

I swear he's a six year old trapped in a 27 year old's body.

When we're out pressure washing, we'll be driving along in silence, when he'll suddenly ask me a question that always starts with:

"Tiana, would you be mad if-"

And it'll be anything.

"-I threw this bottle cap at you?"

"-I gave you a wet willie?"

"-I elbowed you in the face?"

Anything he thinks of at the time. Or he thinks about it awhile. I. Don't. Know.

He makes me laugh.

We'll be driving along in silence, then he'll suddenly say, "Tiana, you know I hate you, right?"

And I'll say. "Yup."

More silence. A few minutes go by. "Tiana, you know I love you, right?"

"Yup."

And we're good.

He loves to tell me jokes, but hasn't learned any new ones.

So, he'll be like,

"Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

Then he'll rack his brain trying to think of a joke...nothing..nothing....PLAN B!! PLAN B!!

"It's me. I kill you."

That's his joke.

So, after telling you only a teenie weenie itty bitty bit about Jay,

I'll leave now.

Bye.

Happy valentine's day.

She gone!!

I'm only writing a blog because.....

(Note to Adeena; I figured it was lego, but when I wrote it like that spell check was all "NO!! NO!! DEEAAATTH!" and so I wrote it the other way. That showed up "NO!! NO!! DEEAAATTH!" too, but I was like "WhatEVEEER.")

Ahem.

So, now that my word size is back to normal, I'll write.

Rather, I'll type. In an English accent.

..wot wot?

So old beans, I'm only writing a jolly old blog because when I asked Mom if I could go on her ol' comp she asked "To write a blog?"

I answer yes.

But, my good friends, that was not the original purpose of going on, Wot?

I was going to read other people's jolly old blogs and if someone didn't write a jolly old blog I would think about how jolly the were not.

Jolly jolly.

That's enough of me as an Englishman.

Wot wot?

So.

I had to write a blog because mom would want to read my blog and if the purpose of going on the computer was to write a blog but then there was no blog she would have found out that my first intention was not to write a blog but to read other people's blogs thus making me a liar.

Which... I guess I am since I said yes in the first place.

So I guess the final question is..

Am I insane?

Why yes, yes I am.

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