Oct. 1, 2008 - Comfy Chair

Well I went yard sailing the other day and I got tons of stuff including American Eagle and Aeropostale clothes, and this cool, comfy, room matchin’ chair. And you want to know how much I got it for? Five bucks! And I tell you what it’s the comfiest chair I ever did sit in.

 It’s so comfy I have to fight Patrick for it most of the time. Once I told him he should become one of the Veggie Tales pirates because he never does anything except sit in my chair. So, I think he would fit nicely with them.

Sep. 30, 2008 - Gettin' My Harpin' On

 Ella my harp teacher has these harp dollars which are a really good motivation for most of the students, except for the ones who would rather get a cookie instead of ten dollars.

 In master class it’s pretty laid back like the last ten minutes of class we have been listening to someone’s favorite CD that they brought. This week I was the only one who brought a CD so we played mine which was “The Anatomy of the Tongue and Cheek” by Reliant K. It was pretty funny because me and these other two girls were doing the Macarena to the music.

 Then a couple weeks ago when we were listening to some other person’s CD Ella started doing some version of the electric slide. It was pretty funny because you know you think of harp being an extremely graceful instrument and whoever plays the harp is completely graceful. HA! HA! HA! VERY FUNNY. We’re like the exact opposite of that, well except for Paris Girls they are always sitting quietly and being polite. And anybody that knows me knows that I’m certainly not that way.

Sep. 24, 2008 - I'M FAMOUS! (Well, almost.)

Sep. 11, 2008 - Making a Toilet

Sep. 9, 2008 - Harp Lessons in Bloomington

I’m so excited. I get to go to Bloomington, Indiana to the world’s largest harp department to learn harp. I get to have a 1-hour master class and a 45-minute private lesson.

A master class is a group class where you would have a couple people play and then the teacher would correct anything wrong then have the rest of the class comment on it. Except in this case we’re only allowed to say nice things about what they played. So I guess that that’s a good thing.

Well we’ll see how it goes.

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Ok well I started this entry before I went but I went last night and so this is what happened…

 I went to the school of music not knowing quit what to think, and I got there pretty early and there were two other students already there, one a girl about my age and a boy a little older than me. We waited for about 15 minutes and in the mean time all the other students had shown up, then at last the teacher came. We went inside the classroom and sat down. Then the teacher handed out these chocolate covered wafers and chocolate chip cookies. Mmmm! Chocolate! Then our teacher had two girls about my age come up and play, and it turns out that they’re going to Paris for a harp competition. Not Paris, Illinois, Paris, France! Well when they started to play and the first thing I thought was that I have a lot of work to do. These girls were amazing! Before I went there I thought I actually was pretty good, but that turned out completely wrong.

 But I do think that I can get a lot out of it even though it is a little discouraging.

Sep. 6, 2008 - The Cookbook Project

Well I’ve started up school for the year and on of the things my mom is having me do is a cookbook project. What I have to do is get recipes, (not Jell-O cool whip casserole) and lay them out like you would in a cookbook. Although I haven’t gotten very many recipes, so if anyone would leave recipe on my comments that would be great!

Sep. 3, 2008 - camp

Well about a month ago I went to Camp Camby with some other kids from my church. It was lots of fun.

 Camp Camby is a campground where the kid’s church camp was held. The camp lasted four days. There we did lots of fun games like dodge ball, kick ball, freeze tag, and lots of others. We had bible where we learned our memory verses in different fun ways. And we had craft, where we made a frame with either the picture of our group in it or picture of your self and lots of other stuff. When we had cabin time we pretty much sat in our bunk beds and talked with our friends, which was really fun. Then there was chapel. At chapel we sat down and listened to Pastor Brian talk about different things in the bible. A lot of times he would have a volunteer come up and help him give and example. It was really neat.

On Wednesday they had big blow up water slides and big bouncy things, which was really cool.

Anyway I really had a good tome at camp and made lots of friends.

Aug. 29, 2008 - Jamaica

While we were in Jamaica we did vacation bible schools. The bible schools were only one day each. And every time we walked into a church or school to do a bible school we would be greeted at the door with hugs from all the kids. That would just give me a burst of encouragement to know that they actually cared that we were there, and we weren’t just walking in there and doing this when they didn’t care that we were there.

At the bible schools we told the story of David and Goliath and The Prodigal Son. And we made balloon animals for the kids, made salvation bracelets, sang some songs and gave out candy and crayons.

On Sunday mornings when we went to church we had Sunday school then after that everybody gathered in the sanctuary and worshiped for about half an hour, listed to a sermon for another 15-20 minutes, then worshiped for another half hour.

 The worship there was nothing like the worship here. When they worship they don’t care what the person beside them is going to think. They get out in the halls and dance, sing at the top of their lungs, or do what ever to praise the Lord. One of the things I learned was that they are more thankful than we are, we have so much and they have so little, yet they give God more praise than we do.

Anyway this trip has really taught me a lesson. It taught me to be more thankful.

Aug. 27, 2008 - Bag Juice

Wow! I can’t believe I haven’t been here since April. Time sure did fly.  If you read my previous post you would know that I was going to Jamaica. Well I did, it was great! My first story is about going to the bar before age 21. I know you’re probably thinking “THE BAR!”  Yes the bar. I went to the bar just about every other night.

 I asked my Jamaican friend Wendy if there was an age limit on when you could drink alcohol, and she said as long as you can pronounce it you can get it.

 All right you’re thinking I drank alcohol while I was down there. No. I went to the bar to get this stuff called Bag Juice.

 Bag Juice is juice that comes in a bag (hence the name). It comes in many different flavors such as cream soda, pineapple, lime, orange, root beer, lemon, and many other flavors too. Bag Juice is a little bit like kool-aid except it was sweeter and didn’t taste as fake. And they were only 12 cents apiece! Bonus!

Since it is really cheap, our Jamaican friends told us, if you drink more than one bag juice a day in public people think you’re broke. Oh well that’s nice! I wonder if there are two different kinds of bag juice. You know like a Faded Glory brand and a Hollister brand of bag juice. “Ooh look at that girl over there she’s is drinking Faded Glory bag juice, she must be broke.”

Apr. 16, 2008 - My Theory

I have a theory that Goodwill buys the clothes that they put in their store window.  The stuff in the window is always the newest style and is in really good shape. Like one time my mom and I happened to be driving by and I saw a new South Pole jacket hanging in the window. And if you know anything about what’s in style you’ll know that South Pole is in. (Not that I know much, but all you have to do is look around the stores and see what cost the most and what there’s a bunch of). Anyway, if somebody has something like that they’re most likely not going to be giving it up to Goodwill. If it were too small they’d probably give it to a good friend.

If you look in any of the Goodwill stores you won’t find something that nice. The stuff in there is Faded Glory stone-washed mom jeans, worn down raggedy stank shoes, 30 year old flannel shirts, lice infested headbands, grungy wedding dresses, big ginormous boxes of greasy looking curtains and sheets, and don’t forget those crocheted vests and old snotty handkerchiefs. Why don’t they ever those in the window?                     

  Sometimes you might find something decent in Goodwill, but it’s not likely.

And that’s why I think that Goodwill buys clothes to put in their window.

Mar. 31, 2008 - Jamaica!

I am also excited about the trip over there too. Because I have only ridden in a small plane but not a big jet plane.

Mar. 21, 2008 - Wow!

Wow! You’re probably thinking “ Dang! What’s wrong with you?” Well I’ll answer that for you. Plenty of things are wrong with me. These pictures are just a small sample of what I can be like. Everybody agrees that I’m pretty much a mini me of my Mom. You can ask any of my family or friends. My Mom also says that I remind her of my Aunt Garlic when she was a kid. I do have to admit that I am a big goof. Like taking dorky pictures of myself when I’m bored. Boy! Am I glad for the invention of the digital camera so I can take stupid pictures for fun. I have to mention that my hair is not normally like any of the pictures except for maybe the second to the last one. (When I’m at home).

 You are probably wondering why I have a couple of wig pictures, one Golden Mullet and two, Blond Afro. It’s a Christmas tradition. It all started when my Mom and I were at Wall-mart right after Halloween when all of the wigs were on sale. When my Mom saw this she thought it would be funny if she got a crazy wig to put in my aunt’s stocking. But instead of finding one for my aunt she found one for my grandma. The wig looked like my grandma’s hair when she was in high school. It was even red!

 When came Christmas Eve we all went over to Aunt Bagel’s house. Then when it was time to do the stockings Mom had stuffed the wig in Grandma’s stocking. Grandma looked through hers and when she took out the wig she began to laugh, and when everybody turned to see what she was laughing. They saw her with her old hair on. Then everybody wanted to try it on. Since then every year Mom has gets a wig for a different person in the family.

Mar. 20, 2008 - Whoops!

 After I had played, I did my little bow thing.  I looked all sophisticated, but the truth came out when I went to exit the stage, and that truth is that I’m one of the biggest dorks there is and ever was. Well except for maybe my Aunt Garlic. Anyway, this how it happened….. The guys that moved the harp for me had put it in front of the curtain. So when I exited the stage  I went in front of the curtain instead of behind. I didn’t even realize at the time that I was in front of the very front curtain because there’s a bunch of different curtains on that stage. At the end of the curtain there was this really tight screen of fabric that had little space between it and the wall, it was attached to the floor and the ceiling so it wasn’t like it could move. And I knew unless I went back out to the stage I had to squeeze myself  through this tiny space and I didn’t really want to go back so that everyone could see I’m the biggest dork, so I went forward. I tripped over a few chairs and who knows what in the process. I managed to get out of the tight squeeze thinking that no one had seen me. When, from the corner across the room a voice said, “ Yeah, careful there’s chairs over there.”  It was one of the sound girls.  I thought, “Oh well thanks. It’s a little late for that but oh well.”

So, see, I might look normal out on stage but I’m not.

Dec. 4, 2007 - Dr. Eviltooth and my grills

 Blue = nice talk 

Red = Evil yelling

I had to go to the orthodontist the other day. Now you’re probably thinking, “ Okay so what’s the big deal you went to the orthodontist”? The first thing is I got my grills last Monday (braces) I know you probably thought “What! you got grills? The second thing is, he has a toupee, and he has glue that sticks out under his “hair” (I am not kidding) 2 inches from his head. So when he bends over you to look at your teeth you can see it and it’s kind of disgusting. I told my Mom that I think he has a toupee to hide his horns. Sunday one of my friends asked me if Dr. Eviltooth picked out the colors on my grills for me and I said, “No if he did he probably would pick like black and red”.  

Also when you are holding your mouth open as wide as you can so he can stuff his fat fingers in your mouth. You get yelled at by him, like this. “ OPEN! OPEN! WHEN I SAY OPEN YOU TO OPEN! WHEN YOU DON’T OPEN I CAN’T SEE WHAT I’M DOING, AND IF YOU DON’T OPEN I MIGHT PULL ONE OR MORE OF YOUR TEETH OUT.”  Just because he can’t fit his big fat fingers in your mouth and see in there at the same time, he yells at you. Then when I was getting one of my spacers adjusted, I groaned a little bit. And what did he say? “OH I WISH KIDS WOULD STOP ACTING LIKE IT HURTSYOU HAVEN’T FELT NOTHING YET” The first thing I thought was, “Whoa there buddy I think you need to chill out! First of all you’re not the one being banged on. And second of all you want know what I’m tired of? You yelling in my ear!” I seriously don’t think he has ever had any thing put in his mouth to straighten his teeth. For one: He doesn’t seem to know how painful it is. Two: His teeth are not straight.  

And get this, it just so happened that his granddaughter was in there getting her teeth fixed the same time I was, and Dr. Eviltooth had to use the tool that everybody hates which is the hammer. And what did he say when he had to use it on her? “Oh Ellie I’m sorry that I have to do this to you but we’re going to have to do a little tapping.” Then he barely touches her teeth with the hammer. With the rest of us he bangs as hard as he can. Sometimes even misses our teeth and hits our gums with it. Ouch! But anyway that’s Eviltooth for you and I might have another story for you later because I still have to deal with him.  

Nov. 5, 2007 - Cinderella and the Glass Skates

 Mom and I went yard saling on Sunday during the Bridge fest and there was a lot of traffic. Then we headed for the hills and took the back roads, and we came to this fork in the road. Mom turned towards me and said “Should we go straight to Bridgeton or take the longer way around on Rosedale road”? “Well how about lets go on Rosedale road maybe we’ll find more yard sales that way.”

We went that way and we had been driving for a long time when I spotted a yard sale sign. I got all excited and we turned in the driveway (it was kind of a hidden drive so we couldn’t see what it had until we were right there.) My heart started to sink when I saw that it was a bunch of middle-aged men and two year old girl stuff. I said to mom “It looks like a bunch of crap” but Mom said “Let’s see any way.” Reluctantly I did.

As I was digging through all that junk, I just so happened to look over and saw THE SKATES! I had wanted skates for a real long time. Not roller blades but skates. Mom was on the other side of the yard sale, so I squeaked (because I was very excited and I could not talk plainly) “Mommy, Mommy look! What size are they?” I asked. “7,” Mom told me. With that I felt like my heart shriveled and turned black like a prune. “Try them on anyway,” she said.  “Okay,” I replied. So I loosened the laces like a roller skating Cinderella trying on a glass skate, and once I got them on I got all excited. “They fit!” I exclaimed. “Yeah, maybe they are men’s,” Mom said. “And hey look everything is half off that means they’ll only be $2.50!,” I cried. “Do you want them?” Mom asked jokingly, because she knew I was about to pee my pants in excitement. “Yes!” I squealed.

So I and  Skate Charming lived happily ever after.

~The End~

Oct. 13, 2007 - The story of pie legs

Ok now you can find out what the phrase “pie legs” came from. Well it all started when my mom and I, along with Aunt Garlic, came over to Bagel Aunt’s house. She was talking about how when she first saw the word Pilates she thought that it was pronounced “pie lates.” I, of course, thought that she said pie legs and started busting out laughing.

Now that I think about it pie legs makes perfect sense for our family. WE ALL LOVE PIE!  

Oct. 2, 2007 - What's the Point?

 Anyway I think that gameboys make kids crabby like my cousin, for instance. When she first got her gameboy she’d play it some. Then teach her little sister how to play it. Which was fine, until she let her play it too much. It got to the point that that when my cousin touched her Gameboy, her sister would go ballistic. She just can’t bear to see my cousin touch her own Gameboy. I think they’re addictive. Yeah, every once in a while I like to play a game on the computer, BUT NOT CONSTANTLY! Anyway like I’ve said before I don’t get the point in them.