Summerrrrr
I am now the proud owner of a sadistic Santa ornament.
I found it while we were cleaning out my grandma's house (most of the time I ended up having the job of entertaining the children... I feel more and more like Dave Coulier's character on Full House every day, which is making me a bit depressed.) Anyway, the one point I was actually doing some hardcore cleaning-ness (my grandma's moving in a few weeks... and she's not gonna go without a fight, damnit, apparently), we were going through a box of old Christmas ornaments to give to salvation army or something, and one was one of those flat ones of a Santa Claus stuffing a screaming, flailing boy into a big sack.
Needless to say, I took it almost impulsively. But not before we all examined it to make sure that he was, indeed, stuffing the boy into the sack. And he is.
He's not the Krampus, either, but normal, American-ized, red-robed, white-bearded Santa. Go figure.
Damnit, I was gonna make this post all cryptic and interseting by just having the first line, and only that, or maybe follow it up with some lame things, but God only knows, I love telling lame-ass stories so much that I can't be cryptic.
I tried caviar for the first time last night... pretty good, although I did enjoy it significantly less when Lilly, who was sitting next to me (we were at the club her parents belong to) gave me this sad face and informed me that I was eating baby fish. Thanks a lot, hon. I still ate all of it, though.
Today in church the priest whipped out a guitar and sang for the first like 5 minutes of his sermon. He wasn't bad, either, but my sister and I were really caught off guard. As were most of the kids in the congregation, who stared questioningly at each other and tried not to laugh for the first minute. Some adults did the same.
Still not entirely sure I didn't just imagine the whole thing, due to the dimensia that can be brought on from church on occasion.
I think I sprained my ankle, too. It hurts, but it's really just an inconvinience, nothing serious. I just have to mention it because I'm very proud of the fact that, not even a week into my summer vacation (although it doesn't feel like it yet... at all), I've done something close to injuring myself as a result of my being active. First time that has ever happened to me. And it's not anything remotely serious, and I got it playing baseball with my seven-year-old cousin, tripping on a hole in my grandma's front yard and falling on my face while trying to beat her to first base. Oh well.
Caught up with Alexis, too, which was great! The following exchange, which I find very humorous, took place:
Laura: Meg, are you coming to my Sound (the A Capella group she's in) concert on Wednesday?
Me: Yeah, sure, I guess.
Laura: It's not gonna be that good. (brief pause) But we have spirit.
Alexis and I stare blankly.
Alexis: Wow...
Me: Spirit?
Laura: Woah, I just sounded so wise. Here, ask me anything, and I will give you the answer!
Alexis (examining the basket o'eatables on top of our microwave, as she is wont to do, searching for carbs): Ask your mother, the next time she buys a stick of bread, not to by this whole-wheat healthy kind.
Laura (laughing): You can ask me any question in the world, and you want my mom to buy different bread?
Alexis: Yes. I saw this bread, and I thought it would be delicious. Then I looked at it, and there were seeds. And grains. And it made my soul die.
I found it while we were cleaning out my grandma's house (most of the time I ended up having the job of entertaining the children... I feel more and more like Dave Coulier's character on Full House every day, which is making me a bit depressed.) Anyway, the one point I was actually doing some hardcore cleaning-ness (my grandma's moving in a few weeks... and she's not gonna go without a fight, damnit, apparently), we were going through a box of old Christmas ornaments to give to salvation army or something, and one was one of those flat ones of a Santa Claus stuffing a screaming, flailing boy into a big sack.
Needless to say, I took it almost impulsively. But not before we all examined it to make sure that he was, indeed, stuffing the boy into the sack. And he is.
He's not the Krampus, either, but normal, American-ized, red-robed, white-bearded Santa. Go figure.
Damnit, I was gonna make this post all cryptic and interseting by just having the first line, and only that, or maybe follow it up with some lame things, but God only knows, I love telling lame-ass stories so much that I can't be cryptic.
I tried caviar for the first time last night... pretty good, although I did enjoy it significantly less when Lilly, who was sitting next to me (we were at the club her parents belong to) gave me this sad face and informed me that I was eating baby fish. Thanks a lot, hon. I still ate all of it, though.
Today in church the priest whipped out a guitar and sang for the first like 5 minutes of his sermon. He wasn't bad, either, but my sister and I were really caught off guard. As were most of the kids in the congregation, who stared questioningly at each other and tried not to laugh for the first minute. Some adults did the same.
Still not entirely sure I didn't just imagine the whole thing, due to the dimensia that can be brought on from church on occasion.
I think I sprained my ankle, too. It hurts, but it's really just an inconvinience, nothing serious. I just have to mention it because I'm very proud of the fact that, not even a week into my summer vacation (although it doesn't feel like it yet... at all), I've done something close to injuring myself as a result of my being active. First time that has ever happened to me. And it's not anything remotely serious, and I got it playing baseball with my seven-year-old cousin, tripping on a hole in my grandma's front yard and falling on my face while trying to beat her to first base. Oh well.
Caught up with Alexis, too, which was great! The following exchange, which I find very humorous, took place:
Laura: Meg, are you coming to my Sound (the A Capella group she's in) concert on Wednesday?
Me: Yeah, sure, I guess.
Laura: It's not gonna be that good. (brief pause) But we have spirit.
Alexis and I stare blankly.
Alexis: Wow...
Me: Spirit?
Laura: Woah, I just sounded so wise. Here, ask me anything, and I will give you the answer!
Alexis (examining the basket o'eatables on top of our microwave, as she is wont to do, searching for carbs): Ask your mother, the next time she buys a stick of bread, not to by this whole-wheat healthy kind.
Laura (laughing): You can ask me any question in the world, and you want my mom to buy different bread?
Alexis: Yes. I saw this bread, and I thought it would be delicious. Then I looked at it, and there were seeds. And grains. And it made my soul die.