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!!!!!!!