T Time

So. In case you’ve missed it, my family goes to the Smoky Mountains every year. And well, we just got back. While I thoroughly enjoy  this trip every time we go, this was definitely one of the best camping trips we’ve ever had. Why? Well for starters, Maryanna cam with us. Also, I GOT TO SEE MY COUSINS!!!!!!! Woohoo!!!!!! (Wendy….) And we had a blast! Most of our time was spent either tubing down the river or swimming in the pool. But we also: Played a very disturbing few games of Apples to Apples, went on our traditional trip to Cades Cove, and put on an Alice in WOnderland skit. And some other stuff. I’d share picture here, but as you know, I can’t currently upload pictures to my blog. So instead I will direct those of you who stalk me in various ways on Facebook to the albums you will find there. THere are also pictures of me, Maryanna, Cushion, and Cushion’s friend (who has no nick at the moment) in sundresses in the river. Oh, and Diva too. That, let me tell you, was seriously fun. Oh and then there was the store Cushion and Mama and I went to that was so cool. It had a lot of artwork and stuff mostly, but also some trinkets and t-shirts (and hillbilly hats). And then there were the idiots of course. Who decided that it wasn’t enough to just see a bear, they wanted to touch it. Or something. Honestly we all thought we were about to witness a bear mauling. Bt alas, the park ranger stopped them. Oh! And then we went into a house where the ceiling was totally low enough for Maryanna and me to touch. lol. And of course we had to show her our favorite building, the grist mill, which was running. Yay! And we made Indy (and Jedi too) eat Bacon and Cheese Crickets. And then we did a lot of being over all stupid the way four teenage girls will do. But of course, that’s the best part you know. And I added a member to my teddy bear family. He’s a black bear with a sweater that say the Smoky Mountains and his name is River (he still is in need of a middle name though) and I’ll try and get a pic up soon, but as of yet there isn’t one even on FB. Anywho, that’s all about our trip I can think of right now. Other than the fact that I will hopefully be able to share the music video I made with yall. I had to set up a youtube account though, cause FB wouldn’t let me post it. Something about copyright infringement. (but youtube will normally let you post if you say something about not owning the music) So yeah, that’s all for now.

Family, friends, Fun Stuff, Travels, We the Freaks.....

Mmhm. I opened the most trusty folder on the computer, the one that holds my pictures. Imagine my horrified expression when I disconvered every single file gone, Mysteriously.

Oh I know, files don’t just disappear. This did not ease my mind Because that means someone had to delete them.

So I tell Daddy. He commandeers the computer and begins to search. While I watch anxiously. IT looks more and more hopeless. Oh we stumble across a small handful of pictures that had been moved for various projects. But this only makes me realize the magnitude of what is lost. EVERYTHING. Essentially my life, in photos. (Not to mention the beginnings of what I plan to do with my life) Yeah I’m panicking. And crying, there was some crying going on.

And then. We find a file that was never used for a project. It’s from Jedi and Ninja’s last birthday party. And it’s in a folder marked “Bwahahahaha” and another called “Punk” and then, hey! the folder’s its SUPPOSED to be in. Turns out Jedi had decided he wanted private access to the pictures. and moved them. But he didn’t mean to move ALL of them, certainly not completely, he only meant to move his and even then just to copy them. Yeah. So he didn’t do on purpose (even though the folder headings speak otherwise. He also had some marked “secret plans” hmmmmm) so I guess I have to forgive. But if he ever touchs my pictures again I will kill him.

So not exactly the most stress-free situation for a photographer. But Daddy came and was my superhero. So its good. Though I’m still half inclined to throttle Jedi.

Family, We the Freaks.....

Did I mention said little sister is eight years younger? Yes this makes a big difference. As opposed to the age difference between you and Nut, BookSnob.

PRO: You never get lonely.

CON: You also never get any privacy.

PRO: The mess on the floor is not necessarily yours, which means you don’t get in trouble for it.

CON: Do to conniving and plotting from the little sister, you still end up cleaning up the mess more often than not (or at least is feels that way.)

PRO: You’re not the only one responsible for keeping the room clean

CON: The little sister has picked up your earlier bad habit of shoving stuff in corners and calling it done.

PRO: You always have someone to talk to.

CON: SHE DOESN’T STOP TALKING!!!!!!! Even when you’re reading a book and don’t want to be disturbed, this is a very great evilness.

PRO: Being the older sister by eight years, you get to make certain decisions. And tell her what to do in certain cases.

CON: She thinks this is reciprocal.

PRO: Being older, you get to design the room.

CON: Being a Senior in highschool you and your mom decide it’s time to find out how Little Sister want the room decorated so she can start collecting for her room design. This means your room is gearing up for an identity crisis in the very near future.

PRO: Most of the furniture in the room is yours, since you’re older

CON: Since your bed is a twin bed, and a bunk bed (or something comparable, but in our case it’s a bunk bed) You haven’t sleep in your own bed in nearly nine years

PRO: Even though it’s not your bed, you still get to pick top or bottom bunk

CON: After nine years of sleeping up top, you CANNOT sleep on a bottom bunk. You seep better on the floor.

PRO: The Little Sister can be an precious angel.

CON: She can also be a vicious monster, beware if she’s angry, even if you’re not the cause.

POR: She will sometimes let you dress her up in outfits of your choosing.

CON: Guess who used to get blamed when articles of HER clothing went missing. Yeah.

PRO: You alway have a test hamster for new hairstyles.

CON: EVERYONE thinks she’s the most adorable thing in the world. YOU just no how exparating she can be.

CON: She WILL in fact bat her eyelashes and simper at you in an attempt to get her way. This is nauseating.

PRO: No matter how many cons there are, I am thoroughly convinced that the only thing more rewarding (and at the same time more exasperating) than being a big sister is being a mother.

We the Freaks.....

Alternate Title: A Very Good Excuse to Use Old Pictures Mom and I Found the Other Day.

INDY AND JEDI ARE RETURNING!!!!!!!!! And they’re bringing Daddy back in one peice. LOL. This is a good thing.

Now for those old pictures I mentioned:

Those are from 4 years ago BTW.

ACK!!!!! I’m am so EXCITED!!!!!!! MY BROTHERS ARE COMING HOME!!!!!!!!

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So I got my own phone, and now we all have texting. The kids phone too, except 7 8 and 9 don’t work on it. They’re getting a new phone soon. For now though they can’t se p-q-r-s-t-u-v-w-x-y-z. Yeah, half the alphabet. So this is how Indy texts. ” <!– @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } –>AΓe ψoΩ a$leeϕ”

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Ok, so I’m going to try a BookSnob-type post.

Drum Roll Please!

Last Night we watched a:

Chick

Flick

Jedi asked for it actually. Which was fine cause the two little boys hadn’t seen it even though I got it for Christmas last years. It, BTW was Another Cinderella Story.

Cheesy goodness.

LOL.

So anyways, Jedi then gets the following lecture from Indy.

“DUDE! You do NOT ask for the chick flick. You wait till it’s offered and then reluctantly agree. You can then enjoy it if you want, but you don’t ASK!”

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“I’m not burnt, I just have a red tan.”

Yes Indy-la, that would certaintly NOT be a sunburn. LOL *rolls eyes*

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I’ll let you decide:

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leave a dry erase marker out at our house…..

yeah……

Books, Family, We the Freaks.....

PLEASE! Tell me you have seen the above picture before! LOL. Mom gave us an awesome art assignment this week! She told us to do a spoof of American Gothic. (FYI, that’ sthe title of the above pic.) LOL. Here’s what I came up with:

We the Freaks....., Yes, I'm Blonde.