Greetings.
Well it is my first Halloween post and - guess what - I DON'T GET TO GO TRICK-OR-TREATING, WHICH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO DO!!!!!!!!!!! I am stuck at home. Ally is going trick-or-treating with Colleen and her friends from school, Claire can't trick-or-treat just because it's SUNDAY (right now, I really hate Mormonism), and even BENTLEY is ditching me and going to a party or something like that with either a group of girls from school or a group of girls from his game show or a group of girls from theater. (Notice a pattern here?)
Well, this SUCKS. Like, MARJORLY. I LIVE for free candy - especially Reese's and anything chocolatey and peanut buttery - and All Hallow's Eve is a cornucopia of free candy. I LOVE candy, as do most fatties, and I want some! Joseph doesn't even do Halloween. Since everyone else ditched me, I called him to see if I could come hang out but he's working on Calculus (I TOLD him not to take it, but did he listen to me, NOOOOOO) and his dad is going over to paint his mother's house so they can sell it.
...Halloween just got really depressing.
But anyways, I'm stuck here. I want to go out someplace but there's nowhere to go when you're not trick-or-treating on Halloween. And, Claire, if you say church, I will hurt you. Is it wrong of me to want to start crying? Ah, crap, too late...
Hugz
HM
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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Independence Day (also Homecoming)
Greetings.
It's been a while since I have posted something. I don't know where to start, so I'll start with today.
As you can tell, today is Independence Day, the Fourth of July. The day all the furniture stores have monster sales that save you 'Washingtons". Cheap paper plates, tri-tip, and fireworks are very common around my house on 7/4. Bentley and Dad work on our backyard for our big Independence Day bonanza like cleaning off the patio and scrubbing the pool while Bev and I vacuum and dust and Windex and mop and do everything on the inside. I hate cleaning. Organizing I can do, cleaning, not a chance. Unless I'm paid.
Then the usuals come over: Ally, Colleen, Wanda, Robert Clay, Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, Jeremy, and Josie Lowell, a few stragglers whose names I have never bothered to learn, and sometimes our neighbors from across the street, the Andersons. Joy Ann has been quite smitten with Bentley for as long as I can remember. And I had a crush on her older brother Corbin when I was little. We all swim, eat barbecue, and then wait for dark to start the fireworks. Joy Ann, Bentley, Colleen, and some of the stragglers' littler ones have fun with sparklers. Sometimes Ally and I join in but I'm not a big sparklers girl. Bev hides in the house; she's a pyrophobe. Then as soon as the sun sets, Dad breaks out the good stuff. I'm not talking about sissy Piccolo Petes here (please, no, they give me headaches) I'm talking big ol' honking dinosaur fireworks. While Bev is a pyrophobe, Bentley and Dad are pyromaniacs. They LOVE their fire. I am flexible either way. But I like 7/4 because I get to see Ally. I STILL have her birthday presents from MAY.
Another thing; I was working Vacation Bible School with the kids and Joseph was playing (ironically) Joseph, like the guy with the coat with a lot of colors, in the VBS skit thing. Beforehand, he was just being really... playful. He was messing with my face, like pushing it around and stuff, and I asked him why. He just shrugged and said "I dunno." It was great...
I actually like working with the kids. I'm really good with kids. They like me too. I know how to talk to them, Bev says. Now I'm torn between teaching elementary or high school students. I love the little kids, ideally I'd teach third or second grade, but I want to teach a high school curriculum. I even have extra credit assignments ready, assignments that I can't do with little kids. And I just want t teach both. I love both. I'm torn...
Hugz
HM
It's been a while since I have posted something. I don't know where to start, so I'll start with today.
As you can tell, today is Independence Day, the Fourth of July. The day all the furniture stores have monster sales that save you 'Washingtons". Cheap paper plates, tri-tip, and fireworks are very common around my house on 7/4. Bentley and Dad work on our backyard for our big Independence Day bonanza like cleaning off the patio and scrubbing the pool while Bev and I vacuum and dust and Windex and mop and do everything on the inside. I hate cleaning. Organizing I can do, cleaning, not a chance. Unless I'm paid.
Then the usuals come over: Ally, Colleen, Wanda, Robert Clay, Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, Jeremy, and Josie Lowell, a few stragglers whose names I have never bothered to learn, and sometimes our neighbors from across the street, the Andersons. Joy Ann has been quite smitten with Bentley for as long as I can remember. And I had a crush on her older brother Corbin when I was little. We all swim, eat barbecue, and then wait for dark to start the fireworks. Joy Ann, Bentley, Colleen, and some of the stragglers' littler ones have fun with sparklers. Sometimes Ally and I join in but I'm not a big sparklers girl. Bev hides in the house; she's a pyrophobe. Then as soon as the sun sets, Dad breaks out the good stuff. I'm not talking about sissy Piccolo Petes here (please, no, they give me headaches) I'm talking big ol' honking dinosaur fireworks. While Bev is a pyrophobe, Bentley and Dad are pyromaniacs. They LOVE their fire. I am flexible either way. But I like 7/4 because I get to see Ally. I STILL have her birthday presents from MAY.
Another thing; I was working Vacation Bible School with the kids and Joseph was playing (ironically) Joseph, like the guy with the coat with a lot of colors, in the VBS skit thing. Beforehand, he was just being really... playful. He was messing with my face, like pushing it around and stuff, and I asked him why. He just shrugged and said "I dunno." It was great...
I actually like working with the kids. I'm really good with kids. They like me too. I know how to talk to them, Bev says. Now I'm torn between teaching elementary or high school students. I love the little kids, ideally I'd teach third or second grade, but I want to teach a high school curriculum. I even have extra credit assignments ready, assignments that I can't do with little kids. And I just want t teach both. I love both. I'm torn...
Hugz
HM
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The Longest Half an Hour of My Life
Greetings.
I'm going to be as unfunny as I can in this post. I just want to warn all of you: A GOOD SECURITY SYSTEM AND A GOOD WOODEN BAT ARE A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND. Especially at night. I just spent from about 1:50 a.m. to about 2:22 a.m. cowering in my game room with Ginger with bats, two cell phones, and my house phone.
Ginger was outside and she heard something next to my house. I told her, because a house around the corner was robbed at gunpoint a few days ago, to take a bat, and she did, but she called to me, "HM, please come out here!" She sounded scared. Now, I may be the younger cousin, but I am by a decent margin the stronger of the two of us. So I went out with my bat and surveyed the area. My two bigger dogs, Colleen (yes, Bentley named her after Ally's little sister) and Miaya, perked up their ears like they were listening to something. We got scared so we went back into the house.
A little later, around 1:45 a.m., we heard Miaya and Colleen barking. Now, they're usually fairly quiet unless they're fighting with each other. But since we were already scared, we froze. We waited. We listened. We heard something tap against the window. And then we bolted. Immediately, Odie, my little dumb, yet nonetheless protective, dog, began to bark and HE doesn't do that unless there's some cause. So Ginger and I grabbed our bats, cell phones, and a house phone and leaped into the game room behind two fairly large chairs. We hid there for half an hour.
We were so scared. At one point, the motion detector light outside the game room window came on. Ginger almost cried she was so scared. I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest and run laps around my body, screaming, "OH MY FREAKING GOSH HOLY FREAKING COW RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN!!!!!!!!!!!" Another instance, we heard the alarm TURN OFF and a door open. Ginger and I were freaked. We waited for a little while longer and then we dashed to Bev's room.
We woke her up and told her what we heard. She told us not to worry, to just lock all the doors and keep the bats with us. And believe you me, WE DID. Ginger is sitting next to me with her bat on her lap, playing a computer game. And I have my bat right next to me as I type this.
I have to confess, and I know my sisters will make me feel bad for this later, but I have to say it: The only person who went through my head as I sat in my game room and thought that I was going to die was Joseph. I kept thinking of him and how I just wanted to talk to him one last time. I swear, I thought I was truly going to die. I just wanted to hold him for the last few minutes of my life. I just wanted to tell him that I loved him. Isn't it weird that in what I thought was going to be the last few minutes of my life I was the bravest I had ever been? And now that I am relatively safe, I feel the chicken coming back again. BOK BOK BOGOK!!!!!!
Hugz, and NEVER forget your bat
HM
I'm going to be as unfunny as I can in this post. I just want to warn all of you: A GOOD SECURITY SYSTEM AND A GOOD WOODEN BAT ARE A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND. Especially at night. I just spent from about 1:50 a.m. to about 2:22 a.m. cowering in my game room with Ginger with bats, two cell phones, and my house phone.
Ginger was outside and she heard something next to my house. I told her, because a house around the corner was robbed at gunpoint a few days ago, to take a bat, and she did, but she called to me, "HM, please come out here!" She sounded scared. Now, I may be the younger cousin, but I am by a decent margin the stronger of the two of us. So I went out with my bat and surveyed the area. My two bigger dogs, Colleen (yes, Bentley named her after Ally's little sister) and Miaya, perked up their ears like they were listening to something. We got scared so we went back into the house.
A little later, around 1:45 a.m., we heard Miaya and Colleen barking. Now, they're usually fairly quiet unless they're fighting with each other. But since we were already scared, we froze. We waited. We listened. We heard something tap against the window. And then we bolted. Immediately, Odie, my little dumb, yet nonetheless protective, dog, began to bark and HE doesn't do that unless there's some cause. So Ginger and I grabbed our bats, cell phones, and a house phone and leaped into the game room behind two fairly large chairs. We hid there for half an hour.
We were so scared. At one point, the motion detector light outside the game room window came on. Ginger almost cried she was so scared. I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest and run laps around my body, screaming, "OH MY FREAKING GOSH HOLY FREAKING COW RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN!!!!!!!!!!!" Another instance, we heard the alarm TURN OFF and a door open. Ginger and I were freaked. We waited for a little while longer and then we dashed to Bev's room.
We woke her up and told her what we heard. She told us not to worry, to just lock all the doors and keep the bats with us. And believe you me, WE DID. Ginger is sitting next to me with her bat on her lap, playing a computer game. And I have my bat right next to me as I type this.
I have to confess, and I know my sisters will make me feel bad for this later, but I have to say it: The only person who went through my head as I sat in my game room and thought that I was going to die was Joseph. I kept thinking of him and how I just wanted to talk to him one last time. I swear, I thought I was truly going to die. I just wanted to hold him for the last few minutes of my life. I just wanted to tell him that I loved him. Isn't it weird that in what I thought was going to be the last few minutes of my life I was the bravest I had ever been? And now that I am relatively safe, I feel the chicken coming back again. BOK BOK BOGOK!!!!!!
Hugz, and NEVER forget your bat
HM
Sunday, June 6, 2010
The Amazing and Wonderful Allyson Vivian Clay
Greetings.
As I have stated many many many many many many times in the past, Ally is my sister. We met in daycare when we were three months old. Our mothers discovered that Ally was exactly two weeks older than I and they bonded over raising their girls. She lived around the corner from me until our families moved when we were five. She has a little sister, Colleen, with whom Bentley was in love with for the longest time, a mom, Wanda, and a dad, Robert. Both her parents are big in athletics; her mom is a high school P.E. teacher and volleyball coach, whose team has won state many many times, and her dad is the head of the Phys. Ed. Department at a university. And all of that athletics rubbed off on her.
Ally is a national champion in track and field. Discus especially, but she's fabulous in shot put too. She's broken record after record after record and she even went to the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS. She got SECOND in the WORLD in DISCUS. (If that doesn't get her a scholarship, idk what will.) To top it all off, she's got good grades, though she's not that fond of Spanish, and she's a people person. She has only one flaw, well, one that I comment upon: She underestimates herself. And it bugs the Hell out of me. She doesn't think she's popular, yet I know people all over the state know her name. She thinks that just because she has super muscly legs (whereas I have super flabby ones) and can't find jeans that fit over her Supergirl thighs and her petite waist that she's fat. She doesn't think guys like her. And it really bugs me. I mean, when your hero has the same insecurities you do (even though hers is TOTALLY unfounded), it's kind of a downer.
And another thing I love about her: she and Claire are the two people I trust most with my dealio with Joseph. However, since I haven't seen Claire (cry cry) in a while, I have to turn to Ally most often since we chat via email. She is good with the advice, she gets excited when I need her to, and she points out hope when I don't see it. But she has never disillusioned me about love; she knows it's not a fairy tale. And get this: My hero envies me. ME. (Oh, God, now I'm crying. Why? Why, oh, why?) She says she's jealous that I have found someone like Joseph, someone to adore with all my heart, which I do and she knows it.
(While we're on the subject of Joseph, I think I'm getting obsessed. Repeat after me: "I, [insert name here], will not boil any bunnies, even if Joseph ticks me off." I don't think I could anyways. I love bunnies. I had three or four...)
I love you, Ally. Happy late birthday. AND I STILL HAVE YOUR PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hugz
HM
As I have stated many many many many many many times in the past, Ally is my sister. We met in daycare when we were three months old. Our mothers discovered that Ally was exactly two weeks older than I and they bonded over raising their girls. She lived around the corner from me until our families moved when we were five. She has a little sister, Colleen, with whom Bentley was in love with for the longest time, a mom, Wanda, and a dad, Robert. Both her parents are big in athletics; her mom is a high school P.E. teacher and volleyball coach, whose team has won state many many times, and her dad is the head of the Phys. Ed. Department at a university. And all of that athletics rubbed off on her.
Ally is a national champion in track and field. Discus especially, but she's fabulous in shot put too. She's broken record after record after record and she even went to the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS. She got SECOND in the WORLD in DISCUS. (If that doesn't get her a scholarship, idk what will.) To top it all off, she's got good grades, though she's not that fond of Spanish, and she's a people person. She has only one flaw, well, one that I comment upon: She underestimates herself. And it bugs the Hell out of me. She doesn't think she's popular, yet I know people all over the state know her name. She thinks that just because she has super muscly legs (whereas I have super flabby ones) and can't find jeans that fit over her Supergirl thighs and her petite waist that she's fat. She doesn't think guys like her. And it really bugs me. I mean, when your hero has the same insecurities you do (even though hers is TOTALLY unfounded), it's kind of a downer.
And another thing I love about her: she and Claire are the two people I trust most with my dealio with Joseph. However, since I haven't seen Claire (cry cry) in a while, I have to turn to Ally most often since we chat via email. She is good with the advice, she gets excited when I need her to, and she points out hope when I don't see it. But she has never disillusioned me about love; she knows it's not a fairy tale. And get this: My hero envies me. ME. (Oh, God, now I'm crying. Why? Why, oh, why?) She says she's jealous that I have found someone like Joseph, someone to adore with all my heart, which I do and she knows it.
(While we're on the subject of Joseph, I think I'm getting obsessed. Repeat after me: "I, [insert name here], will not boil any bunnies, even if Joseph ticks me off." I don't think I could anyways. I love bunnies. I had three or four...)
I love you, Ally. Happy late birthday. AND I STILL HAVE YOUR PRESENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hugz
HM
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Easter Eggs
Greetings.
Ally, her little sister Colleen, and their mom Wanda came over to dye Easter eggs a little while ago. That was fun. Bev and Wanda talked for a couple of hours, like they ALWAYS do when they get together, Wanda asked my dad to do her a favor with her phone because my dad is a technical genius, and Ally, Bentley, Colleen, and I dyed eggs. For some reason, our red dye didn't work and somehow the purple turned into another blue. So the colors we had were: yellow, blue, orange, and green. Our eggs are SO colorful.
Not.
After the dyeing was done, Wanda and Bev took picture after picture after picture... zzzzzz... They're really sentimental. But I don't get to see Ally and Colleen all that often so I love it when they come over, pictures and all. After the pictures, Ally and I got out my yearbook from last year and she picked out all the guys she thought were hot. Somehow, all the ones she picked out were all the guys I can't stand. It's weird, right? But we're almost polar opposites, so it makes sense. For instance, she likes to get FREAKAY when she dances. I don't dance. She's brave and forward and open and flirty when it comes to guys. I'm secretive and scared and chicken and gutless when it comes to guys, one guy in particular. (koff koff JOSEPH koff koff)
It's sad, really. Allyson Clay and I met when we were three months old. She's exactly two weeks older than I am. And it's a shame that none of her spunk rubbed off on me.
Hugz
HM
Ally, her little sister Colleen, and their mom Wanda came over to dye Easter eggs a little while ago. That was fun. Bev and Wanda talked for a couple of hours, like they ALWAYS do when they get together, Wanda asked my dad to do her a favor with her phone because my dad is a technical genius, and Ally, Bentley, Colleen, and I dyed eggs. For some reason, our red dye didn't work and somehow the purple turned into another blue. So the colors we had were: yellow, blue, orange, and green. Our eggs are SO colorful.
Not.
After the dyeing was done, Wanda and Bev took picture after picture after picture... zzzzzz... They're really sentimental. But I don't get to see Ally and Colleen all that often so I love it when they come over, pictures and all. After the pictures, Ally and I got out my yearbook from last year and she picked out all the guys she thought were hot. Somehow, all the ones she picked out were all the guys I can't stand. It's weird, right? But we're almost polar opposites, so it makes sense. For instance, she likes to get FREAKAY when she dances. I don't dance. She's brave and forward and open and flirty when it comes to guys. I'm secretive and scared and chicken and gutless when it comes to guys, one guy in particular. (koff koff JOSEPH koff koff)
It's sad, really. Allyson Clay and I met when we were three months old. She's exactly two weeks older than I am. And it's a shame that none of her spunk rubbed off on me.
Hugz
HM
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