Greetings.
Well, I had an amazing day today and yesterday. So far, church was fun, I had brunch with Nana, and i am going to see TANGLED with Chase later on. But yesterday was awesome.
We had our last shows of A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS/A CHRISTMAS CAROL yesterday (Joseph, who played Bob Cratchit, made me cry every time and I hate crying) and we went to the cast party with Claire, Jasper, Joseph, Bentley, and all of Bentley's little groupies whom I care nothing about. At the cast party, Jasper, Donna (you know, the show off-y prima donna [oh, the irony] whom I don't care much for), and I were singing the song "Men in Tights" from the Mel Brooks film of almost the exact same name but we had used it last year in our production of ROBIN HOOD. Soon, the entire side room of Sammy's Pizza Parlor that we had invaded at the cast party was singing along with us and Jasper, Bentley, and another kid named Curtis performed the dance that they did in the play and at the Toby awards. It. Was. Hysterical.
On the way home, Claire, Bentley, Dad, and I had a very real near-death experience, I crap you not. Dad was driving because I can't drive after 11 p.m. until I turn 18 and it was 12:15. Out of nowhere, this drunk idiot in a Corvette (rare around East Westerfield) barely missed us and then continued swerving back and forth, back and forth, until he turned into his neighborhood. It scared the living CRAP out of us. Claire and I jumped and Bentley dropped his iPhone (which he never has out of his hands, I swear). We almost died. Scary as Hell. However, Ally knows what to do if I die early. So does Claire, but she was in the car too.
Anyways, I enjoyed all of the quality time I had with joseph and I cannot wait for the next show that we are in. Plus. Claire and Bentley had a lot of fun too.
Hugz
HM
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Sunday, December 5, 2010
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
Monday, April 5, 2010
Serious Business
Greetings.
Now, I know my blog has mainly been used for my griping and my Joseph-related fantasies with a dash of philosophy (a very small dash) and humor thrown in for flavor. But today I would like to be a little bit more serious. And, yes, there is a reason for this seriousness.
Joseph's grandmother passed away in the last twenty-four hours. I am unsure of the details, but Joseph said she was in poor condition when he visited her yesterday. He wasn't at school today. It was weird because he's almost always at school. Bennie, Joss, our friends Emma Weiss, Lucky Stevenson, and Pete Sanders, and I were wondering where he was. I thought it was jet lag catching up to him so he slept a whole bunch. Everyone else thought he was sick. We didn't worry too much because we all know that Joseph is the resilient type. So I called him after school in my car as I was on my way out of the parking lot. (Don't worry, I had it on speakerphone.) I asked him where he was and why he wasn't at school. He told me he was at home because his grandma had died. I immediately texted my parents, told them I was going over to his house, and drove as fast as I could there.
When I got there, he came out and we hugged. The strange thing was he wasn't crying at all and I was bawling like a little baby. And then I went inside to say sorry to his dad and I cried on HIM for a while. Mr. Morton Hugged me back and thanked me for my consideration.
Joseph escorted me out to his garage (the door to which he opened so I could get to my car easier) and I gave him one final hug. And then, in a moment of sheer... what's the word... desperation... no that's not it... oh, I can't think of the word but basically I kissed him on his cheek and then turned to go to my truck.
"Hey! What was that for?" he called after me.
"It just seemed like you needed it," I called back as I got to my truck. (His name is Kermit cause he's little, green, and once got hit in the side by a huge pink Hummer, a.k.a. Miss Piggy.)
I KISSED HIM!!!!! WHEEEEE!!!!!!! Granted, it was on the cheek, but it's still something.
But with all due respect, I would appreciate it if you kept Joseph and his whole family in your prayers. Thank you.
Hugz
HM
Now, I know my blog has mainly been used for my griping and my Joseph-related fantasies with a dash of philosophy (a very small dash) and humor thrown in for flavor. But today I would like to be a little bit more serious. And, yes, there is a reason for this seriousness.
Joseph's grandmother passed away in the last twenty-four hours. I am unsure of the details, but Joseph said she was in poor condition when he visited her yesterday. He wasn't at school today. It was weird because he's almost always at school. Bennie, Joss, our friends Emma Weiss, Lucky Stevenson, and Pete Sanders, and I were wondering where he was. I thought it was jet lag catching up to him so he slept a whole bunch. Everyone else thought he was sick. We didn't worry too much because we all know that Joseph is the resilient type. So I called him after school in my car as I was on my way out of the parking lot. (Don't worry, I had it on speakerphone.) I asked him where he was and why he wasn't at school. He told me he was at home because his grandma had died. I immediately texted my parents, told them I was going over to his house, and drove as fast as I could there.
When I got there, he came out and we hugged. The strange thing was he wasn't crying at all and I was bawling like a little baby. And then I went inside to say sorry to his dad and I cried on HIM for a while. Mr. Morton Hugged me back and thanked me for my consideration.
Joseph escorted me out to his garage (the door to which he opened so I could get to my car easier) and I gave him one final hug. And then, in a moment of sheer... what's the word... desperation... no that's not it... oh, I can't think of the word but basically I kissed him on his cheek and then turned to go to my truck.
"Hey! What was that for?" he called after me.
"It just seemed like you needed it," I called back as I got to my truck. (His name is Kermit cause he's little, green, and once got hit in the side by a huge pink Hummer, a.k.a. Miss Piggy.)
I KISSED HIM!!!!! WHEEEEE!!!!!!! Granted, it was on the cheek, but it's still something.
But with all due respect, I would appreciate it if you kept Joseph and his whole family in your prayers. Thank you.
Hugz
HM
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