Another Mismatched Post

Soooo, it's been one of those many days were after something really good happens there doesn't seem to be that much excitement in one's life. Like, since after camp I've been cleaning, reading, and watching movies. (Can't complain 'bout the movies though we have some good ones I enjoy. Amazing Grace, Sin Eater, and the stuff the library has) but everything is the same old old. So to make my one thing out of the norm seem interesting I'll have to do something to it. And want to now the very excitng thing I did? I picked beans. But not only beans but peas (that I didn't know we had til I was made to pick them) in the rain. Boy, that sounds like some lower then a B movie. (B meaning lower buget) Anyway it was partially exciting. And I do know how pothetic that sounds. See, my dad had told me earlier that day that I'd have to pick the beans, and, of course, I agreed. It happens though that by the time dad left I'd forgotten I had to pick beans. (had an ortho apperance too) So here comes around sixish o'clock and dad calls. Guess what? rains coming and I have to get our furniture under the grill area, put down the umbrella, cover the bunnies, and oh yeah, do the beans. So off I go racing to get this all done before it rains. Umbrella, down. Bunnies covered, yeah. Chairs protected, just in time. Beans, not done and getting soaked. Yippee. Now normally I wouldn't mind getting wet, but the deal was that no one was home besides me and BS (Big Sister) who I was watching. (For those who don't know BS has a brain condition and can get seziures) So another yippee there. I wanted to get the beans done before My mom and LS came home (soccor match) so I did what i knew I had to do. I went to pick beans, but everytime I finished two or so plants, I'd run down to the house, open the door, yell "-----, ya good?" Get my answer and repeat. At first the rain was just jumbo drops then i got jumbo in mass drops calling for a hat and a rain coat. So there came those. I still got my pants wet, but it was okay. I did leave a whole bunch of muddy prints, outside, so when i was done I had to go and get the hose going and hose it off. Least I didn't have to do it while it was raining. Itwould of looked slightly weird. I really wanted to get an umbrella so I'd get less wet but my mom's one of those mom's who brings up things you'd rather not hear. "Did you know...? Did you hear about the girl...?" All these wonderful stories that hardly happen, but cause you to think twice. For ex. there was this story about a person who drowned under a floaty 'cause they couldn't get out from under it. Then the ones about umbrellas getting stuck by lightning. Isn't that a nic picture? Little kids jumping in the rain with their umbrellas and getting stuck by lightning. So I do have a slight paronhia about umbrellas in rain. Wakey, wakey. I just know with how this post is going someone had to fall asleep. Oh, I know only have to wear my retainers at night know. Unfortunetly, I know have a bigger chance of losing them. I even lost it while I was asleep. I somehow managed to get the stupid thing out of my mouth during the night. Luckily, it was caught in my afghan this morning so it was an easy find.

Those brainwashing sessions...

I do declare *please think with a hoity-toity Southern accent, then remove from mind* brainwashing session was a complete bust. Already the write every day thing has decide to throw it's self out of the window's mind. And I did have something to write about too. Little sis had her first soccer game in this soccer program thingy. Guess what? Her team won! I wonder how much she played? (NEWS REPORT: With little sis reading over shoulder *clearing of throat to show this in future is now a no-no* I have to report she played the entire game. Course, now the question is how well.) The team won 6-0. Oh, and their name Purple Lightning. (With the way these little sis comments are coming in I should devote a color of warning for these pop-ups. A thought to consider. Well, here goes. It was between that our Purple People Eaters (which I think seems much better then PURPLE LIGHTNING) I, of course, voted for The Ladies (due to the fact the couch calles us ladies) even though one couldn't really vote for it as it was only between PL and PPE. End of little sis comment.) I would also like to call attention to the fact that if one is to say hermit over and over again Hermit the Frog's name is to come to mind. Know I have to worry that when you first read the blog's title that you thought of a frog, a puppet frog in fact, an anoying tells horrible jokes frog. Devastation comes to mind at these sentences. Also, a question. A question of great importance, of... well, my hair. Yeah. When one has curls and you grow out your hair do the curls become curlier or not? I'm thinking of growing out my hair, but I'm beginning to get those (to myself) annoying Goldilocks lookin' curls. I might not have minded terribly but with that picture in head (and the three bears story to follow) I rather dislike them. Anyway, what would I call them? Brownielocks? that sounds like brownies shaped into the shape of locks with an uncreative cheif naming the dish. Or worse, the picture of brownie curls ON ONE'S HEAD comes to mind also. Neither leaving one much hope on the appearance of growing curls. I probaly will just grow them out anyway even if they will become my own brownielocks just 'cause I've never had hair more then a couple of inches down my back. So good-bye and signing off in a weird language.