It has been hopping from 70 to 50 degrees overnight, not exaggerating. I swear the weathermen are just throwing random numbers into the forecast because they’re predictions are completely inaccurate every single day. I seriously have no idea how to dress for the day until I actually step outside.

Now only that, but we have pollen alerts and also excessively low humidity. Yesterday the humidity level was at 20%. Usually it’s between 70%-90% here on the beach.

So not only are my allergies acting up like crazy, making me sneeze, endure lovely headaches, and have itchy sinuses, but the lack of moisture in the air is also leaving my throat sore and dry.

I got a whopping 4 hours of restless sleep last night.

Thanks Florida, you’re the best.

At least we can go to the beach on those warmer days.

My brother and his best friend.

They’re weird.

Mom had to remove any potentially harmful objects from my reach so I wasn’t tempted to take drastic measures. This included Fruit Rollups.

And not only that, but my wonderful family followed suit, and then my friends (who are always trying to be just like me because I’m obviously awesome) decided they would pick up the sickness too. One right after another. Christian for four days, then Cliffy for three, and now Chris has got it.

Guess what day Chris got it?

Two days ago.

On his birthday.

Happy birthday.

Love,
Karma
XOXO <3

I swear I’ve texted the question “How are you feeling” at least 8 dozen times over the last two weeks. They started looking into restraining orders for texting. Luckily such a thing doesn’t exist so I was able to bother them effectively.

So now, a week and a half later, I’ve yet to have my birthday party. I have no idea when we are actually going to have it. Luckily, I just don’t really care that much.

Plus I managed to go outside on the porch for a few minutes to talk to Clifford on my birthday and we got into a food fight.

Then I made him clean it all up.

So that was pretty much the highlight of the day. Nothing else happened.

Nor has anything happened since. Except the Superbowl. We watched that. That was actually a pretty good game, even though being the Steelers fans that we are, there really was no winning for us. We were happy when the Ravens won though. Can’t have those 50minus1ers tied for SB wins with us.
Course, the power did go out. Everyone was quite confused at that moment.

We were all waiting for Bane to come out and be like “Hello citizens of New Orleans”

Sadly(?) that never happened and 5 minutes later they had fixed the issue and the game resumed.

Really I was just hoping for this.

Also never happened.

Since the both of the boys missed half a week of school, they spent the other half making up for the homework they missed.

Needless to say, we haven’t seen much of them.

Hopefully things will be back to normal soon.

Until then, I have to find other ways to entertain myself. Like watching 5 seasons of Malcolm in the Middle and having  text conversations like the one I had last night with Christian.

Christian: We are done playing.

Me: Ahoy matey.

Christian: Yeah

Me: I turned into a pirate while you were gone.

Christian: Sweet. Did you find any gold?

Me: I wish.
I did get a sweet hat though.

Christian: …Photoshop…

Me: No way. This is legit.

Christian: Arrrrgh

Me: It’s contagious! Are you going to be a pirate with me?

Christian: Heck yes.

Me:

Now we can rule the seven seas.

Then this morning I sent this as school started:

Have a spectacularly awesome and piratey day!

Needless to say, today has been a pretty good day so far.

Secondly:

Yes I am still alive. My lopsided legness has not cost me my life, yet, and after three weeks of physical therapy I am finally done with all that.

Of course, Gabe(who recently turned 12, happy birthday dude) did just sprain/fracture his foot. Poor kid is on crutches which he found cool for all of 30 seconds before realizing they’re a pain in the butt. It only took us twenty freaking minutes to get to the bus stop to pick up Chris and Christian.

Five minutes into our trek to the bus stop, we've made it across the street.

Also I found this on Pinterest, which pretty much is our group motto.

I rest my case?

Did I mention that a few weeks ago Christin and I baked 4 dozen cupcakes, 2 cakes, and 5 dozen cookies for a cake walk for our Halloween party?

I say Christin and I since we planned and organized everything, but really we couldn’t have done it without Christian and Chris. They were two pretty awesome helpers.

The Halloween party was a success, and our friends showed up the day before and surprised us. That was awesome, and we all had a (for me, crazy, insanely busy ) fun weekend.

Wesley pulled off the Greaser outlandishly well. Taylor was an FBI agent.

And of course Cliffy in his Steelers Fan get-up had to make himself known in this picture. Thanks Clifford.

Speaking of Clifford, the shirt I got him for his birthday, which I mentioned in my last post, finally came in and he wore it last weekend for the first time.

 

It’s basically totally awesome.

That’s pretty much all that’s been going on. This is my last normal week for a while, as the Johnsons are coming again in a week for Thanksgiving(yay!), and after that we have December starting and some surprise visitor/s coming, and then Christin is home for three weeks starting the 14th and schools out starting the 17th. I’m so excited, I can’t wait. Then after that, we have the birthday month. Ben, Jesse, Christian, and I all have birthdays. It’s gonna be awesome.

 

On a closing note, we are half way done with Dad being gone. Hooray, yet at the time I wonder how the heck we are only HALF way done. Only 4 1/2 more months…

Also Lucy stole my socks.

Dangit Lucy, I thought I’d be out of the house before I had to worry about you stealing my clothes.

And that’s where it all began…

Ya see, I’m claustrophobic. I don’t do caves, elevators(if possible to avoid), and even large crowds bother me.

I seemed to forget this and was first to volunteer to be buried. I was like “Awww yeaaaah this will be AWESOME.”

So Joe, Skylar, and I set to digging a deep hole for me to sit in. After about 15 or 20 minutes, we finally finished and I sat in down in it, my shoulders just reaching the top. My dad joined in as Joe and Skylar were like “Okay, go!” and started filling in the hole with me in it.

It has just covered my legs when I started feeling antcy. They were shoveling it in pretty fast, too, and it was up to my waist before I had time to mumble “I forgot I’m claustrophobic…”. I started to try to move to get out but by that time it was too heavy. I started to panic.

I have never felt such an urge to get out of something before. It was already almost even with the ground over my legs before I started shrieking “Get me out get me out GET ME OUT!” like a mad person. I was clawing at the sand, almost breaking my legs trying to bend them to get out.

Dramatic, right? Yeah. Apparently I get that way when being BURIED.

Dad realized I was seriously freaking out and started to try to pull me out but it was too heavily on me. Skylar and Joe started digging. After about a minute I was finally free and I shimmied out of there as fast as I could.

I will never ever ever do that again. Ever.

The hole was still deep enough so instead we buried Joe. That was pretty funny.

In fact, by the end of the trip all of the kids down to Sam had been buried. They all thought it was hilarious.

So after we got back home the boys and I decided to play some LEGO Rock Band. Gabe and Matthew were on guitar and I was doing vocals. I figured out that I’m pretty much a professional singer when I got 100% on Hard doing the song “So What” by Pink.

I’m going to be FAMOUS!

No, not really.

But maybe.

Ish.

And that’s just how my day went.

Now to end this post with A Song and a Dance.

Anything from Downton Abbey is good.

So I started running.

Again.

This is only like the twelfth time I’ve been like “Yes I’m going to start running and it will be awesome and I will run every day and become epic.” and then it turns into “I am never doing this ever again ever.”

I don’t like running that much. Or at all. Yeah I just hate running. Usually.

BUT.

Today I started the C25K program. A.K.A. Couch to 5K program. I like the acronym more because it does a better job of not making me feel bad for sitting inside practically all day and informing me that I really should get off my butt and get going.

Mom told me about it a while back but I was like “meh.”. I’ve tried running and I just am not a fan of it even a little. But I’ve heard great things about the C25K, and a while back I got the app for it for free so I decided that I am going to doing something with my day and run in the morning. This is pretty much how it went.

After waking up and hitting the snooze several times(I set my alarm 30 minutes early just so I can do that. Don’t judge me.), I rolled out of bed, eyes half open, and somehow made it downstairs without running into anything except the corner of the banister. I pulled out the pan and started making pancakes for the boys, drinking my morning protein drink thingie as I mixed the batter together. Then I remembered. I had decided I’d try the C25K the night before.  I proceeded to have an argument with myself.

“No, I’m too tired.”

“Shut up loser. You’re such a loser. Stop being a loser. Go run.”

“Maybe tomorrow…”

“SHUT UP. You are so running today.”

“What if it’s too hot…”

“If you don’t get out there and run, you will bring disgrace to your family and your friends and you will be looked upon as the loseryiest loser to ever losify and while you think about that you can also remember that everyone else out there who actually got out and ran like the awesome people they are are totally lapping you as you sit there.”

“FINE I’ll do it. Whatever. Just leave me alone.”

So after placing the pancakes on the table, I lazily pouted my way up the stairs preserved energy for my run by going up the stairs slowly and changed into something fit for running in. And then while stretching I put together a playlist of fast-beat, inspiring songs to listen to. Like Break Your Heart by Taio Cruz. I thought that would be a good mood elevating, encouraging song. Oh wait…

Any way, I finally made it out the door at like 7:45. The app told me to walk briskly for 5 minutes to warm up in it’s robot-y voice. So I did. I made it to the beach right as it was saying “Good warm up. Now run.”

And I was like “Yes ma’am, Ms. Robot.” So I ran. I had to do it for a whole MINUTE before it told me “Good jog. Now walk.”

Then I did that for a minute and a half until it told me to run again. I’m pretty sure all the people exercising at the beach were like “What the heck is she doing? Why is she running and then walking then running then walking over and over and OVER again?”

I did that for 20 minutes then I had to do another 5 minute walk for a cool down.

I’ll be honest and say that by the last run I was like “Okay. I’m tired. Make it stop.” But I actually didn’t mind running on the beach. And when I got home, I felt energized,  ready to tackle whatever came my way.

AND I felt fit. Immediately upon returning, I felt awesome because I was done because I had run.

But the best feeling was success. I’d done it! Yay!

And now, I really want to run again. Like seriously. It’s creepy.

What has HAPPENED TO ME?

There’s only one problem, if it can even be called a problem,  as far as I can see.

I run too fast.

You know how most people have problems with running to slow? Hence that famous quote, “No matter how slow you go, you’re still lapping everyone on the couch.”. Not me. No. I’m running fast. I try to slow down and I almost trip over myself.

What’s wrong with running fast, you may ask. Well. I GET STINKIN’ TIRED FASTER.

But I suppose that by the end of this nine week C25K thing, I’ll just have adapted to my needed fast speed.

I’ll be keeping y’all updated. That way,  ya know, I don’t stop. Don’t let me quit, people. Unless I, like, break a leg or something. We’ll just not plan on that happening.

I made a cheesecake the other day. It was really yummy and I wanted to eat the whole  plate of it. It was so good. Like seriously.

Anyway. Onto more interesting subjects.

I have friends graduating.

Friends getting married.

Friends going to college.

Everybody’s doing something. Crazy how fast we’ve all grown up. O.O I can’t believe it’s been more than a year since my awesome friends and I graduated highschool together.

Dad leaves for nine months in 30 days. That’s pretty crazy.

I saw this post on Answers.com the other day and just couldn’t help but make this:

No comment.

And that is all I have to say because I can’t think of anything else. So on a final note:

Front.

The awesome shirt I designed in honor of the best TV show ever made that I have been raving about to the unfortunate everybody who knows me finally came in! I did a jig on the front porch and mom laughed and made fun of me but whatever because I have been waiting for this shirt for like 2 weeks and it FINALLY got here.

If you don’t understand it’s because you haven’t watched season 2.

I’m sorry for you.

Back. In case you couldn't tell for some weird reason.

Pretty much it’s the most awesome shirt ever and you should be totally jealous.

This is my You Should Be Totally Jealous face.

I was playing four square today with three of the boys around the neighborhood, Connor, Donald, and Chris. My brudders were inside eating dinner. Out of nowhere this kid who I’ve never seen before comes up, about 13 or 14 is my guess, and asks to play with us. Donald obviously knew him and was like “Sure.”. I was in the King’s spot so the kid, who’s name I later learned was Roman, picked it up and handed it to me with a “Here ma’am”.

I was thinking “Well that was nice.”

We continued and later Donald threw it to me hard so I said “Ow” and Roman was like “Are you okay?” And I was like “Yeaaaah…”

And then later he did something, I don’t remember what, and Donald was like “Yeah Kaity, he’s a lady’s man.” And I was like “Uhh…” and Roman was like “WELL I have a girlfriend.”

And I was all like “Good for you man.” But in my head I was like “What the heck…”

And that’s just how my evening went.

Just a few minutes ago I got a notification telling me that Zooey Deschanel, who is possibly the most awesome actress who ever existed(second maybe to Audrey Hepburn), had “liked” my pin on Pinterest. MY pin. Zooey. The totally cool actress. Liked. My pin. On Pinterest. Whaaaat!
Best day ever.

I mean, that’s totally awesome. Because Zooey is awesome.

And it’s definitely not legit.

I am picky about my movies. ESPECIALLY when it’s a book-to-movie. The only book-to-movie that I’d read before I saw it and really liked was…Little Women. That was a pretty good transition, even though I’ve never been a fan of the actual story.

And The Princess Bride. That was a pretty good book-to-movie, even though I read the book after I watched the movie.

Anyway. Most books that are made into movies I despise. Because I loved the books.

Like Eragon.

I’m not even going to get into that because I could go on raving for hours.

And trust me, y’all don’t want that.

Let’s just say I severely despised that movie.

The end.

And Janette Oke’s Love Comes Softly series? Oh my gosh….butchered. Utterly. Ruined.

There are many others which of COURSE I can’t remember right now but whatever. Generally I am disappointed with movies from books and hate them completely.

I was a bit nervous about how this one was going to turn out because I absolutely loved the first book(the next two I was less enthusiastic about for reasons I will explain), so I was worried I would walk away from the theater utterly upset and angry with Hollywood once again.

But a friend who had seen it the night before assured me that I would not be disappointed.  And I believed him.

And he was so so so right.

I LOVED the movie.

It was so great that I actually loved the story even more after seeing the movie than I did after reading the book.

I loved the movie so much that I went and bought the book this morning just so I could read it again.

Woody Harrelson played an excellent Haymitch, who is my favorite character.

Josh Hutcherson, who was already one of my favorite actors, played Peeta to perfection.

Jennifer Lawrence surprisingly played a good Katniss. I was skeptical at first but she pulled it off. Didn’t help me like her anymore, though. Katniss is still my least favorite character in the series because I happened to like Peeta and she was a jerk to him and I was mad at her through the entire series because she kept leading both Peeta and Gale on with her flip floppiness.

Ugh.

For the record, I wasn’t a huge fan of the second two  books in the series. Mostly for that reason.

It was just too Twilight-y. Team Gale and Team Peeta.

Really?

No.

Stop it.

That’s dumb.

Anyway.

Overall, I did enjoy the movie and look forward to seeing Catching Fire produced. Even though there’s no saying if I’ll actually like it because of the whole “Peeta vs. Gale Katniss Can’t Choose So She’ll Just Lead Them Both On” theme.

Whatever.

I’ll deal with it.

Besides, that’s like at least two years away.

So until then, I’ll just watch it over and over again and read the books a couple of times and get mad at Katniss and all that.

It’ll be epic.