Archive for April, 2009

Illness is not a good thing

Friday, April 24th, 2009

No, it is not.

Originally my birthday party was to be on April 18th. We had to postpone it because most of my family was sick. Now I am still sick on the twenty-fourth and we have to postpone it to next Sunday. I ache all over, I have a cough and a fever, and my mother, hating to be the bearer of bad news, has recently told me that I might have an infection. I feel sickishly bad. I hope I get better soon. We are also supposed to go to a dog adoption event tomorrow, so I don’t know how that will work out.

Illness is not a good thing. No, not a good thing at all.

This title is longer than my post

Thursday, April 23rd, 2009

Hi. Yeah, it’s true.

Bekah’s backyard find

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

We are in the process of starting a garden right now, so Mommy has been digging up a certain piece of the yard. Well, I guess Rebekah was out there and she found a little metal sculpture of a person. It was brown, rusty, and it looked pretty basic, not too complicated. It was fairly small, about 3 inches long. If you stand it up (sort of) it looks like it is lifting its arms to the sky. If you lay it down it looks like it is either slithering, crawling, or sprawled on the ground. It has the ears of a bear, and it actually looks like a little bear person. In fact, the more we look at it, the more bear-like it appears. It’s pretty heavy for its size. Actually, now that I think about it, it could just be a sculpture of a bear.

Welcome to the family, chubby little bear person.

Whatever

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

I have only two minutes left on the computer, so I’ll tell you a couple of my favorite conversation stoppers when I am talking with Rebekah:

1. Cool.

2. So?

3. And?

4. I don’t care.

5. What is that supposed to mean to me/and that means…?

6. Who cares?

7. Whatever.

8. ” ” (ignore)

I know some of these are mean—well, actually, most of them—,but sometimes my eleven-year-old sister just gets on my nerves.

Whatever.

Happy birthday to me

Sunday, April 12th, 2009

Well, sort of.

My birthday was ten days ago, on the second of April. That fateful day, I became a teenager.

My family took me out for my birthday to go shopping and go out for dinner. We ate at Red Lobster. It was very delicious, but for some reason I felt full almost as soon as I started eating. For this reason, I hardly ate any of my dinner; too bad for me! Sisters and brother did way better in the restaurant than they usually do in public places (or at home, for that matter). Mommy and Daddy gave me a pretty card. After dinner, we went shopping. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! My parents paid for everything. Again: BWAHAHAHAHAHACKcoughcough…ahem. You get the point, maniacal evil laughter, etc.

I am also going to have a birthday party, which I did not hear is actually my friend’s uncle’s wedding; she’s in it, too, so she will not be able to come. : (
Well, the wedding is more important anyway.

C U L8R.

Hi, Uncle Mike

Sunday, April 12th, 2009

Hey, Michael Gonzalez, I am blogging from your computer on Easter Sunday at approximately 5:47pm. You remember when you saw Miranda, Antonio and I all stuck at the computer like it was our whole existence, and later, when the hamster went missing? Yeah, around that time. Anyway, thanks, Uncle Mike for letting us use your computer. But you may want to keep an eye on us, the little rascals.

P.S. I hope you find that hamster.