Yesterday we got back from Mooseland.
The wildlife count ended in:
17 squirrels
4 rabbits
1 groundhog
0 chipmunks
It's strange, though, that there were no chipmunks. Every other time I've been there, I saw a few. And this time? None. I even went on walks and stuff to look for them, but no luck.
It feels really weird to have a real keyboard again; for two weeks we used a laptop. Also, it was an English keyboardette, and I usually have a Spanish one, so my fingers got all mixed up. Also, I kept on hitting caps lock when I tried to type an "a", because of the tinyness.
And our dog... oh my precious doggie! She went wild when she saw us! Her ear were plastered back on her head and her tail was wagging uncontrollably and she kept on running around everywhere because she wasn't sure whether to let us scratch her and be happy or to show us what a good dog she was by sitting in her chair.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Oh, Canada!
We are in Canada now.
Yeah, I haven't written in a while.
So far the highlights of the trip have been:
-Our flight got delayed almost 24 hours, three of which were spent in a plane that was not moving. And I won't get into details here, but the kid behind my sister was kicking her seat, and we could all feel it.
-Went to Niagara Falls. T'was hot.
-Went to a very nice wedding of some relatives (I don't actualy know how they're related to us, only that they are from my mom's side of the family). It was really, really nice. Good food, too. Loved the potatoes.
-Wrote two friend long e-mails days ago. Neither answered.
-So far, I have seen seven squirrels and a rabbit (no chipmunks).
-Bought some nice pants.
-Went to the library with my family and loaded up on books. The best one so far is Turnabout, by Margaret Peterson Haddix. A word of caution, though; don't read it right before bed.
-The girl at Harvey's put too much mayonnaise on my hamburger. The hamburger was still excellent, though.
...Okay, these aren't really the highlights. So what?
Okay, I'm bored.
Ta ta!
Yeah, I haven't written in a while.
So far the highlights of the trip have been:
-Our flight got delayed almost 24 hours, three of which were spent in a plane that was not moving. And I won't get into details here, but the kid behind my sister was kicking her seat, and we could all feel it.
-Went to Niagara Falls. T'was hot.
-Went to a very nice wedding of some relatives (I don't actualy know how they're related to us, only that they are from my mom's side of the family). It was really, really nice. Good food, too. Loved the potatoes.
-Wrote two friend long e-mails days ago. Neither answered.
-So far, I have seen seven squirrels and a rabbit (no chipmunks).
-Bought some nice pants.
-Went to the library with my family and loaded up on books. The best one so far is Turnabout, by Margaret Peterson Haddix. A word of caution, though; don't read it right before bed.
-The girl at Harvey's put too much mayonnaise on my hamburger. The hamburger was still excellent, though.
...Okay, these aren't really the highlights. So what?
Okay, I'm bored.
Ta ta!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Flying off today
Ugh, I have to fly today. On a plane. Albatross is not an option, it seems.
The thing I hate most about airplanes is the way thay smell. You get on an airplane and afterwards your clothes and hair smell like airplane (or maybe it's just me).
I would write more, but my dad just swung by and said "What are you doing? We're leaving in two hours!"
The thing I hate most about airplanes is the way thay smell. You get on an airplane and afterwards your clothes and hair smell like airplane (or maybe it's just me).
I would write more, but my dad just swung by and said "What are you doing? We're leaving in two hours!"
Friday, July 07, 2006
Scool's out!
Haha! Goodbye, suckers!
... I mean... uh, school's... out. Yeah.
I'm going to Canada on Thursday (Yes, M. I'll remember to get you a keychain or something nice). Going there for about two weeks, and then hopping back into the smoggy land of the street doggies (a.k.a., Mexico).
So, while we're in the Great Land of the Moose we're going to a wedding. I had to get some shoes. Formal shoes. Eek. I don't like shoe shopping as rule, but to have to take off my socks (I was wearing my only pink socks, yay!) in a store and walk around... I don't know. I don't like to take off my shoes, let alone my socks, in a semi-public place. And then prance around in shoes that aren't mine (yet).
Sorry, I got sidetracked. .............. HOORAY! NO MORE SCHOOL!
Note-- this post did not make much sense, since I don't really care about it right now.
... I mean... uh, school's... out. Yeah.
I'm going to Canada on Thursday (Yes, M. I'll remember to get you a keychain or something nice). Going there for about two weeks, and then hopping back into the smoggy land of the street doggies (a.k.a., Mexico).
So, while we're in the Great Land of the Moose we're going to a wedding. I had to get some shoes. Formal shoes. Eek. I don't like shoe shopping as rule, but to have to take off my socks (I was wearing my only pink socks, yay!) in a store and walk around... I don't know. I don't like to take off my shoes, let alone my socks, in a semi-public place. And then prance around in shoes that aren't mine (yet).
Sorry, I got sidetracked. .............. HOORAY! NO MORE SCHOOL!
Note-- this post did not make much sense, since I don't really care about it right now.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Monkey)
I am finally getting around to reading Three Men in a Boat. It be lots good.
There have been other times when I would try to read it but never get past the first chapter, because in my family the rule to survival is hoarding. If you have something you want to keep, you hoard it. We have large, secret deposits of ... well, just books, mostly. Oh, and my dad has notebooks and pens in his study (a small room of his at the very top of the house, where he will disappear for long stretches of time, ocasionally crawling out to watch football) .
It is rough, surviving in this jungle- er, house (I'm not a Brit. I just like the way "er" looks). If you leave anything out in the open, it'll be snagged before you can do something which takes a short amount of time to do, e.g. blink. Then the stinky little thief who claims to be your blood kin will roll themselves into a ball around the object in question and roll away, as you stand there wondering why you ever decided that living with monkeys would be an interesting experience, regardless of whether or notit is an excellent conversation topic.
I may be exaggerating a few points here, but you probably get my general idea, so it's okay to take a bit of creative licence.
Anyway, I am taking advantage that there is only one other soul in the house right now (well, two, actually, but the other one's not a monkey. Oh, and there's the dog, too) to read the book and post this.
Actually, I don't really feel like reading anymore, even though it's such a good book. Maybe I'll go outside and skate a bit, since it isn't raining. If anyone barges into my room and demands that I hand over the book, I will say innocently, "What book?"
"Three Men in a Boat!", they will exclaim, "I know you have it. I read it in your blog."
Then I will serenely answer, "You can't believe everything you read.", and the monkey will roll away frustrated. And I will snort to myself and pull the book out from under my pillow and continue reading and eating bananas (those monkeys really rub off on you), and using too many "and"s in my sentences.
There have been other times when I would try to read it but never get past the first chapter, because in my family the rule to survival is hoarding. If you have something you want to keep, you hoard it. We have large, secret deposits of ... well, just books, mostly. Oh, and my dad has notebooks and pens in his study (a small room of his at the very top of the house, where he will disappear for long stretches of time, ocasionally crawling out to watch football) .
It is rough, surviving in this jungle- er, house (I'm not a Brit. I just like the way "er" looks). If you leave anything out in the open, it'll be snagged before you can do something which takes a short amount of time to do, e.g. blink. Then the stinky little thief who claims to be your blood kin will roll themselves into a ball around the object in question and roll away, as you stand there wondering why you ever decided that living with monkeys would be an interesting experience, regardless of whether or notit is an excellent conversation topic.
I may be exaggerating a few points here, but you probably get my general idea, so it's okay to take a bit of creative licence.
Anyway, I am taking advantage that there is only one other soul in the house right now (well, two, actually, but the other one's not a monkey. Oh, and there's the dog, too) to read the book and post this.
Actually, I don't really feel like reading anymore, even though it's such a good book. Maybe I'll go outside and skate a bit, since it isn't raining. If anyone barges into my room and demands that I hand over the book, I will say innocently, "What book?"
"Three Men in a Boat!", they will exclaim, "I know you have it. I read it in your blog."
Then I will serenely answer, "You can't believe everything you read.", and the monkey will roll away frustrated. And I will snort to myself and pull the book out from under my pillow and continue reading and eating bananas (those monkeys really rub off on you), and using too many "and"s in my sentences.
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