Pet Profiles

OK, so usually I limit myself to one blog post a day but- since you begged - here goes. This is a "Pet Profile" is to ensure that the next time one of our animals...uh...bites the dust, everyone will know which one, and the consoling answer won't be "Oh, sorry. So how many does that make?" So first things first-
Cats

Oreo; The Mother cat. She is the big one with the crazy black and white fur. She is very sweet and tolerant of the kids. Both ours, and hers.

Cinnamon; The favorite of the family, and unarguably the cutest of the kittens. She is a bit of a Moma's girl but she has a brave side too. Brown tabby.

Smoke; Yes, I realize she is black. But I have always wanted to name a cat Smoke. Smoke is the runt, the smallest and the most withdrawn. She is a loner, and usually stays with Moma or by herself. Her eye has a little infection that makes it crusty.She is my fave ;)

Presto; Cute name, huh? Presto's personality is pretty much the same as Cinnamon's, except that she is more of a tag-along. She is also a bit more willing to try new things, as long as Punky tries them first. She's the black and white spotted.

Punky; Well named, although when Mom gave it to her, it was only because of the Mohawk-shaped marking on her head. Punk is the rebel, unafraid to do anything, including swat at you. She is in the kitchen as we speak, being rewarded for catching a mouse. She's the one that looks like she's being squished by Mom.



GUINEA PIGS


Dorthea; Named for the Redwall character, Dorthea was a very young mother, and still retains her childish personality and high-pitched squeak. White and light brown.

Gypsy; Named for the MST3K character, Gypsy is sweet, loving, and a complete wimp.Her original name was Mariel, for the Redwall character (we use a lot of character names) but the personality was totally off. The gray one that looks like a mouse. She is mine.

The Brain; Named, obviously, for "Pinky and the Brain" the TV show, the Brain lives up to his character; evil, and smart. What are we going to tonight Brain?" "The same thing we do every night Falcon, try to take over the world!" He is the small white one with the spiky hair.

Falcon; Big and dumb. But adorable! Ruby's love. ;) White and fuzzy with gray spots.

Hunger and Boredom

No,no,no- this is not one of those 'depressed' posts. I promised not to do that again, and anyway those are no fun! All I'm gonna use this post for is to ramble and to complain. And yes, I am hungry and bored. For once my post title meant something! I amaze myself! And before you call Child Services on my parents, allow me to clarify that I am both hungry and bored by my own fault. I'm hungry because I'm picky. I'm fourteen and I still can't stand veggies, in this case, squash and okra. Eeewwuuugghhh!! Just writing them gives me chills. I'm bored because the Doctor Who that everyone is watching in the living-room is "Stones Of Blood" and I could quote all the dialogue in that one. But won't, because it's old and goofy. So far this post is pretty boring, as I read back. Maybe I need something to spruce it up? A chorus line perhaps? Nah, you'll just have to put up with more of me. Dad has been home this week, which has been awesome! It's wonderful having someone around the house to help while Mom recovers, and I know it makes her very happy just having him here. Now, I want to ask you a favor. Yes, YOU!! I have been trying for awhile to figure out something to do with this blog. "Hhmm... why don't you try BLOGGING??!" Well smarty, what I meant was that I want a reason to blog. As I said one of those other posts that you didn't comment on, not a lot of interest happens in my life, so I was kind of hoping for a suggestion. Movie reviewing? Product reviewing? People reviewing? You may leave suggestions in the comment box. ;) Lastly, I have had a real urge to start driving recently. I'm not sure what spurred it, maybe the fact that Brianna is getting her learner's permit this week (congrats!) or maybe just the feeling of being stuck at home with nothing left do, or maybe all the babysitting clients I've lost thanks to no transportation. Oh well, won't be long now ;)

This Is Starting To Bug Me...

OK, I'm not a bragger, but I have to say- that last blog post was good right? I kept you guys up-to-date, I was nice about stuff, and I said the word 'jovial' what's not to love? So WHY no comments?! You guys have Google Readers right? So why don't you use em'?! I'm insecure (OK, so not really) and I wanna feel the love!! I'm not asking much, just a little "lol, your funny" or "Wow, your a dork" SOMETHING let me know your listening! Thank you. Now the stuff about my life-uh, well the big computer has virus, so Mom's been using mine, hence the fact that I'm not FB very much. Oh, and I might be getting a credit card. Actually, a Wal-Mart card. If I can earn up forty dollars. Which reminds me, NONE OF YOU GUYS ASKED MOM ABOUT MCKAY'S!! How can I trust you people?! I should just sign off and start a new blog, were I can rant away and even bother to check, for the off-chance that anyone will comment. Uh...in other news, I may have new babysitting client! Well, that's all I have the charisma to write right now. But I'm gonna ask again; PLEASE comment on my last post!!!!!

LOST

Well hello again, my oh so tolerant readers. As you can tell from that introduction, I am in quite a jovial mood. Jovial? OK, so maybe I'm in a 16'th century England mood, I can never tell with me. For once I am not going to tell you that nothing much has happened in the last few days. Not that anything of interest has happened, I'm just not going to tell you that. As you know Father's day was yesterday...I think...but my poor father was out of town. :( On the bright side though, the day before me and Mom got to have a "girl's night out" together when my grandparents took all the other children (their brave, aren't they?) so me and Mom went out to eat, and then bought "Just Dance" and danced our pants off for awhile. Then we rented the new "Sherlock Holmes" movie and watched it. And if your hoping and/or expecting a review on that-don't hold your breath. All I'm gonna say is that, regardless of the fact that this is one of my favorite stories of all times that Hollywood is modernizing here, It was a brilliant movie. And they really did a much better job of keeping it close to the book than I expected (but then, I've learned not to expect much). After that Mom went to bed (the weenie pants) and I watched an MST3K by myself in the living room, so that was the end of our night together. Oh, and since your probably wondering about the title- I chose it for two good reasons. One; it's the name of my mother's favorite show, which means she will be forced read at least to here. Two; why do I need a second reason? I'm done trying to think up titles for these things. If I kept them all based on the post, they would all be named "Nothing Much Has Happened This Week". OK, I'm not gonna stay on here much longer, I'm hungry-need to bug Mom about lunch. Just one more thing, I need help from all you people that I like to imagine read this blog. See, I want a trip to McKay's. unfortunately, the house is clean, the car is clean, and aside from those things there is no force on heaven or earth that can make Mom take me. So please, leave a comment and ask her, nay, beg her, nay, BRIBE her! You will be rewarded in heaven.

One Girl Alone; A Blogging Legacy

OK, so what's on the agenda for today? Well Nothing really, since my Mother decided to put to shame my reputation for being a workaholic. The house is spotless, my clothes are organized, I can't write right now, and if Mom mentions school, I will pack up and leave. Recently I have been lapsing into severe laziness, which has been giving way to depression. But only when I am blogging. I have no idea why I have the sense of responsibility that I must blog. Or maybe it's because every time I look back and read a recent post, it's like reading the very random thought chain of someone who's bored, depressed, and up WAY late to be tampering with his/her reputation. And tampering with my reputation is exactly what I've been doing recently, trying to express and explain myself without regard to other peoples opinions, and only succeeding in making myself out to be depressed and withdrawn. But there have been moments of truth to what I've written, although that side of me is the hidden...well previously hidden, side. So what I'm saying is, enough of sicko-oligy on this blog! Let's get back to the random, the comedic, the boring, the obsessed...uhm...let's get back to whatever we were doing before. So updates-well, not a lot has happened that's worth chronicling, but Mom (or maybe I should say "Aunt Bee") has about ten watermelons growing her garden. Among other things, including tomatoes, zucchinis, and the best cucumbers in the history of mankind. Also me and Ruby have been watching "Doctor Who" again more, and I gotta say, this Matt Smith fella is OK, he's no David Tennant or Tom Baker, but he's OK. (And yes, I will once again assume you know what I'm talking about). The end of the season is approaching and I REALLY hope he keeps this companion! In other news (lol) Ruby has taken up puppeteering (and I thought television in the 70's didn't effect your mind), I have been previewing MST3K's (cause' I can do that! YAY!) and found a lot more good ones to watch. Also I have hatches this crazy scheme to recycle old ugly clothes into new trendy ones. Will keep you posted. Now I gotta switch out laundry...

P.S. As for the title...I didn't even think about it. It just sounded catchy!

Something Pretty Nerdy And Wierd That I Dug Up That I Thought I'd Post Here

I sigh a lot. I sigh when I look at my sewing box full of unfinished projects. I sigh when I find out what were having for dinner. And I sigh when I see blog posts put on FB. Not because it annoys me, by all means, if something is a great inspirational work of art, why not share it with the world? I guess what makes me sigh is the knowledge that I will never be the kind of person who can write an educated, heart-wrenching article of interest. And no, I am not gold-digging... I just don't write like that, it's not my style. I am a comedic nerd, for better or for worse. Not that comedy is necessarily my strong point either, it's simply what I enjoy writing. But enough on that subject, as to the title, it's really nothing of interest except that I recently discovered that they are making a new Muppet movie. "Oh, WWWHHHEEE!!" You say, "That was worth the paragraph of buildup... Not!" Yeah, sorry, but if you read this blog at all get used to useless bits of information like the above, they are pretty much my life. OK, now I really sound depressed. Where was I? Ahh, well they plan to release it on Christmas, which, yeah is not the best idea. It's called "The Greatest Muppet Movie Ever Made" which makes me wonder two things; Does the writer have something against Jim Henson? And how is the advertising company gonna cope to that long title? I can only hope it'll be better than the other more recent Muppet productions, which I've only seen one of; the incredibly bizarre "Muppets From Space" I thought it only OK, but I hear it's peaches next to "Wizard of Oz" and "It's a Very Merry Christmas Movie". Still with me? OK, sorry about the droning. You get the basic picture, and I am going to pray for everyone involved in the making, because after seeing all that great old Muppet stuff, I'd love to see them brought back in a decent film. K, I'm gonna let you go now, Ruby is making cookies and she doesn't need any help whatsoever. My Que.

Really To Late To Be Blogging

Well here I am, curled up on my nice black and white bedspread, in my blue and gray P.J.s, with my silver laptop. Why the color schemes? Dunno. I bet your not really sure were I'm coming from right now, well, I'm not either. I feel both happy and sad. I'm happy for the future, which is very new for me. I am usually a secret pessimist, always worried about what lies ahead. That is why I withdraw myself from politics and popular culture so much, because according to television and movies, it all leads to certain doom. But the future does look bright for me, I have nice clothes, a nice family, a wonderful father with a decent job. And a God that loves me, what else do I need? Nothing, and that may be part of the sadness, it is the age-old dissatisfaction of the teenager, the feeling that your life is going nowhere. But where do I want it to go? Nowhere. I am happy were I am, I have a room to organize, books to write, clothes to make, movies to watch on the weekend, and, in general, a wonderful life to lead. Maybe it's something else, something that I just can't find the nerve to write here, my deeper but-really-so-dumb-and-kiddish-no-one-would-believe-me inner workings.*sigh* I'll go watch "The Muppet Show" now. I know from experience that it can be almost therapeutic when I'm in this kind of funk. It's that kind of thing that keeps me going sometimes-the familiar, nostalgic characters that seems more real to me than the everyday people I am so unsociable with. I have a real thing with obsessions that dominate my mind, that I can spend hours on the internet looking at. That I can write a BOOK about for goodness sake. There, that is, seriously as deep as I am. I hope this hasn't made a lasting impression on you, because although every word rings true I'm sure I will regret posting it tomorrow.

Eulogy for Fozzie

Now, how to write a Eulogy? I guess I might start by clarifying the fact that this is a eulogy for a guinea pig, not the Muppet bear, because...A; I'm not sure how a Muppet would die in the first place, B; Then a eulogy would be the Jim Henson Company's department, or Disney, and C;...oh no, I'm getting distracted. Now I'm not really sure how this goes, having only been to one funeral, and I don't remember the speech given, I guess I'll just say a few words about the dearly departed. Fozzie was named by me, for his looks. He had dark, orange, curly fuzz for fur, large ears, and small round black eyes. Ok, so I know that doesn't sound like Fozzie bear, but...he looked different in person. Ruby's original name for him was Mathias, and I'm not sure what she named him for but she certainly thought her name was better than mine, and it became a source of argument throughout most of his lifetime. My name was eventually settled on, after it was nearly changed to Rowlf (??Muppets again??). another reason for his naming was that he was the SWEETEST little pet anyone could own. While the others might kick or squirm when you picked them up, Fozzie would always snuggle up to you and let you pet him, even nudging your hand if you stopped. This quickly made him the favorite of the family, and several different people, including both the parents, set a claim to him. There, I think that's all that can, could, or should be said about any guinea pig, so the lousy eulogy ends here. Rest In Peace Fozzie, you will be missed. :(

1:44 In The Morning

And what am I doing? Sleeping? Nah. I am listening to my equally crazy friend singing "Poetry in Motion" as she puts on "Doctor Who". I love sleepovers. But what really made me want to blog at this-somewhat untimely hour was MY AWESOME NEW BACKGROUND!!! And I really hope you can see it because...otherwise that would kind of defeat the purpose. Ahh, "Doctor Who" is finally on. This may be the shortest blog post ever, but I'm ending it here. The new doctor is on the screen and I'm gonna give the poor guy a try. But David Tennant, I miss you already.

Sunny day! Chasin' the...kids away!

(Sesame Street, in case you were wondering) And I just made that up to! I amaze myself. OK, so does anyone remember the last post on this blog? Can we get a show of hands please? Very good. Now who remembers the whole weird "Imaginary readers" thing? Well guess what, THAT WAS A GUILT TRIP!!! *sigh* Why do I bother? Let me tell you one more time, please, if you read and you like comment. If you read and you hate comment. If you read and decide you would like to make me lose motivation and never post again...do exactly what your doing now.OK, I have preached enough at you. As for the title, well, it's eleven in the morning OK, and the kids are already bugging me. To get out of bed (I'm blogging! Do you think I do this in my sleep? Oh, you...you did?) play a game, put on a movie, and so on and so forth (that is harder to write than it looks)As for the "Sunny Day" despite it's being the indispensable line to the song, it is also NOT RAINING!! Which takes care of one on a long list of "If"s Mom gave me regarding making it to the thrift store today. Why today? Why not tomorrow? Because, I'LL BE AT LAKE WINNIE!!!!!!!!!

A Daily Dose Of Nothingness, And "The Incredibles"

So hello, imaginary readers. I notice you haven't been commenting on my blog lately, oh yeah, you can't! Because you don't exist! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Ok, so down to business, as the title of this oh-so-glorified chunk of words implies, nothing of much excitement has been going on recently around here, however, I can proudly report that I brought my first crop of vegetables in from my garden today (as long as your all imaginary there's no need for honesty) and made a delicious dinner out of it. I also fried home-made doughnuts for breakfast this morning. (aren't I just the perfect Aunt Bee?;) And now I am comfortably sitting in my spotless bedroom listening to "The Incredibles" playing in the living room. And as long as I'm doing that, I may as well say a few words about that movie. I'm sure you've all been just holding your breath waiting for me to start movie reviewing, and guess what, I'm not yet. This isn't a movie review; I'm not quite ready to start on that and anyway I haven't found a movie suitable for reviewing that hasn't been seen by everyone I know. Maybe, just maybe, if someone cared enough they could give a suggestion for something they were considering watching, and I would oblige my feeble opinion as to if it was a good choice or not (and make some snitty, mst3k style remarks too). But, until then, I will stick with light commentary. As for the plot of this movie; I like it, it falls out of the category of 1940's "Superman" Esq cartoons, and presents an actually valuable learning experience, something other than "Rescue the damsel in distress, kill the bad guy, save the world." (quote from "The Mummy", *sniffs, pushes glasses up nose*) But don't worry, there is plenty of bad-guy-beating up going on, enough that I'm sure lot's of people were pretty shocked by the violence. Not that violence in superhero movies is a new thing, but the difference between punching someone is 2-D animation and 3-D animation is pretty big, at least, I flinched a few times. Also, I like that the bad guy isn't some completely nutzo-dude in a huge doomsday machine, with a weird animal-based outfit and name. Instead, he's someone you sort of sympathies with, which makes the part at the end were he's sucked into the airplane propeller actually mean something instead of just being the inevitable. Now that's all I'm really gonna say right now, aside from that my favorite character is Elastagirl (a tough, smart stay-at-home Mom, now that's something new for Disney movies) and that the valuable learning experience I mentioned earlier but didn't explain was the whole "Family" aspect of the movie. Well that's that. Goodnight imaginary readers, bore you tomorrow, I have a brownie-bowl to lick out.

OK, back to my senses today...

So, I'm not entirely over being sick, I feel about the same as I did in the lighter stages of my sickness yesterday, but still an improvement. However you may have noticed that yesterday's blog post "Random Ramblings of a Sick Mind" ( which probably should have been titled "Completely off the Top of My Throbbing Head") makes me sound like I'm languishing in the deepest pits of hallucination (did I say I wanted to be watching Muppet Babies? What was the matter with me?!) I would like to relieve all of you that I know were horribly worried about me, and let you know that this "affliction" of mine is just a cold. I also want you to know that when I was complaining yesterday, it was at the peak of my fever or whatever it was; I had a headache, I was shaky and hungry, and my sinuses and throat were killing me. Apparently, I thought that would be the perfect time to blog. ;p I got better pretty quickly after that, Mom came home, we ate pizza, watched "The Muppet Movie" (and you thought you'd get through a blog post with only one Muppet reference? Silly people) which made me feel a ton better (I'm talking about the pizza, but I mean, the movie helped too) and then I spent the rest of the day whatching Ducktales and some terrible "Scooby Doo and Scrappy Doo Show" episodes I remembered from my kid-hood. I also had the opportunity to work on my book some, so the day wasn't a total loss (too me anyway ). Now I'm gonna go. I smell bacon, and I feel better already.....

Random Ramblings of a Sick Mind

Ok, frozen pizzas are in the oven, Muppet Babies is o the TV. I want to write something, but all my ideas fall flat on paper. Perhaps my creative flair will show itself later. Is depression a symptom of a cold? But, then, I'm not really depressed. I have a terrible feeling of dissatisfaction, and yet- I cannot thing of anything I would rather do then sit here and watch this horrid, cute, terrible, brilliant show. The voices grate my head, and I muse to myself, "If my cold were any worse, I would sound just like her- and then, if I held my nose right now I could sound like him!" I say these things out loud and my sisters laugh dutifully. I get up to check the pizza and my legs are shaking. I look out the window, waiting for Mom to pull in the drive. I am extremely nervous of her coming home and seeing Muppet Babies on the television. Why? I don't know, I am that kind of person though, If I am responsible for putting something on, or liking something, I instantly feel responsible for whether or not all my family and friends like it. So If i know they won't, I try and keep it a secret. Now my book, that is something I know I like, I like the way it is coming along. I think people would like it if they read it. And yet, I worry about Mom wanting to read it because, after all, I am responsible for it. Pretty good music for a kids show, pretty good jokes, terrible show. But all the kids like it and I'm glad. And I think, if I could, I would like to sit in my room and watch these, with Ruby, who despises it. Oh well, Pizzas out. Ruby did that-she is being a huge help. Well goodbye people, I'm going to stop boring you now.

Well hi! Didja miss me?

I am back! YYYYAAAAYYYY!!! Hhmm, why am I the only one cheering? Oh well, in case you were wondering ( which is unlikely ) if I had a good time, I did! Well, of course I did! When have I ever gone on a trip, came home, blogged about it, and said I had a rotten time? But, in all honesty, from the depths of my heart, I had a GREAT TIME!! I don't know what to say when people ask me which part of it I enjoyed the most- playing games with my cousins who were nice enough to have us over, spending time with my grandparents who were nice enough to bring us, playing guitar with my uncle and granddad who were nice enough to put up with me, or bugging my aunt to let me hold my littlest cousin Johannah, who was nice enough to only spit on my face once. ;) I am glad to be home, even though I only got to spend a day and a half with my poor Dad before he had to leave again :( So to get you up-to-date on what we've done since I've been home...well nothing of interest to you, watching Veggietales, staying up till 1:00 in the morning drawing, and writing on my books. Oh, and for all of you where so proud of me when you found out I was writing a book, allow me to tell you about my now thirteen-year-old cousin Abby who is on the last chapter of the sequel to her book. Yeah, I told you I was a procrastinator! Oh, well. One day I'll finish it, when Abby is sitting in the mall signing books ;) Oh, yeah, two announcements, one; I think I'm gonna start movie reviewing on this blog, and two; I'm going to Lake Winnie next Friday!!!!!!!