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.

Lucy is so cute.

Also there were surfers so they got their pictures taken and they probably don’t even know it.

In order to get some of the pictures I had to stand in knee deep water. With my camera.

I am so adventurous.

The surfers are pretty funny to watch. Sometimes when they fall off their boards fly 20 feet into the air.

It’s pretty awesome.

Then we came home and I spent two hours in the kitchen making dinner. It was worth it though because the jalapeno and cheese stuffed chicken breasts were amazing.
And I also made a cake.  Why? Because I wanted cake. Because cake is good.

And it was yummy.

A is for A…

Hmm. Well that didn’t go very well. I’m just sitting here typing trying to figure out what to post about that begins with A.

Or more accurately, how I can take a word that starts with A and incorporate it into the story I want to tell about my brother, oh my sweet darling little brother, who walked into the kitchen while I was making pancakes this morning holding by the tail in each hand two very dead goldfish, asking me if I wanted to give them to my pet crawfish, Pepe Jacque LOL the First. He didn’t say his whole name but I didn’t even notice at the time because I was too busy screaming “WHAT THE HECK GET THOSE THINGS OUT OF MY KITCHEN”.

Then he dropped one on the floor by accident.

There was some major facepalming going on.

It was atrocious.

AHA! Atrocious. A is for Atrociousness in my kitchen this morning.

If you were there, you would have thought it was inhumane too, people.

Not to the fish of course.

But to me.

I mean, the fish was already dead. Can’t be too inhumane towards it after that point.

The end! I guess I’ll be back tomorrow with B.

If you’re lucky.

No, this is just fate.

And today our fate was to be famous.

Again.

Why yes, this is my siblings and me at the beginning of Rhett and Link’s morning show for today.

Today we sat down, as our routine goes, to watch GMM and the video that we submitted ages ago(like at least two months ago) was at the beginning of their show.

Did we all start screaming and shrieking and jumping and shouting “YEAAAAH! YEEEAAAAHHH!”?

Yes. Yes we did.

On another note, my mother and I had this conversation right before I left for the beach.

Me: I’m going to need more shorts for this summer.

Mom: No.

Me: …you want me to die of heat stroke?

Mom: …*shrug* It’d make a great blog post.

You see what I live with people? My own mother, supporting the idea of me dying of heat stroke for a blog post.
Well mummzy, I hope all your hair falls out and that a unicorn eats you cause that would make a great blog post.
Take that MOM.
For all you people out there who actually CARE ABOUT ME and think I’m AWESOME and realize that without me your life would be very boring, I am happy to say I do not plan on pleasing my mother and dying of heat stroke this summer.
And for the majority of you who were actually looking forward to that mother of mine’s blog post; you need to get a rainbow and probably a life and maybe also some anti-meanie medication next time you’re out.
And that’s just all I have to say.

Because I wanted them and nothing was going to stop me.

And now I just finished the last of the 5.30oz bag of utter goodness and am like “Well dang.” Because now I want more.

Also, did I mention we have NOTHING TO EAT right now?
Yeah we haven’t gone grocery shopping in a month. Usually we go every other week.
There’s cheese and peanut butter so I’m good.
BUT.
When it comes to making meals for the family?
I’m all like “Lets see. Tuna fish…canned tomatoes…molded celery…on a cinnamon bagel. With mayonnaise. How’s that sound?”
And the boys are all like “YAY!”
And then I’m all like “…joking.”

So luckily mom is going shopping today.
So we don’t get stuck eating cinnamon bagels with tuna and molded celery.

So. this is us a long time ago. When there were only 4 of us. We have doubled in size since this picture was taken.

This was when we lived in Rhode Island shortly before Ben was born.

And it’s baby Wazzu! Awww. He’s so cute!

And this was when I was on the swim team in Washington when I was about…11 or 12. Joe was on it, too, but sadly his picture doesn’t want to upload. Oh well.  Mom was the coach. She insists I mention that.

And this is my sheep, Little Brother. He was just about the coolest thing…One of the best experiences of my life! It was so fun raising a sheep to show at our local fair.

And this was on our way to Milton from Washington. Wowza. We was liiiitle. I’m not in there, as you can plainly see, but my goodness. Look how teeny they are! Joe is as tall as my grandmother(pictured) now!

Annnd this is about 6 months after moving to Milton. I can’t believe that Sam was barely walking at this point.  When we first moved to Milton, Sam wasn’t even walking yet. Astounding.

And this was New Year’s Eve of 2009. Wooooow. From left to right we have Tori, me, Cindy, Amanda, Becky, Lizzy, Jessica, and Katy. That feels like ages ago.

These were taken around the same time in December of 2009. The 1st picture is when Cindy and I spent the day with the Whites and went to What-A-Burger, and the second one is one of the many many many times we were at the Whites house for dinner. We were at their house a lot.

I can’t look at this picture without smiling this was such a fun picture to get. The kids loved it, too! It was pretty funny.

It’s pretty crazy how fast the years fly by! I can’t believe it. Wow.

Crazy, eh?

Joe: That was me-

Me: …and Gabe, I know it was you! Wait Joe you did it-

Joe: Yeah Gabe did it! Gabe, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Me: Joe! You just said you did it!

Joe: ….

Me: Okay y’all just clean the microwave after dinner.

And that’s just about how my days go around here.

(Just to clear any possible confusion…that is not my unicorn ornament. That is just a random ornament that was in the right place at the right time.)

That night, Joe and I went over to Skylar’s and hung out for a few hours. After we watched the rest of How The Grinch Stole Christmas, Joe and Gunnar played this NASCAR game that was entirely too boring. Sooo Sky and I just messed around with Harleigh. And then did logic puzzles. It was all cool.

Then, today, we went to the zoo for 4 1/2 hours. By the time we got out of there at 2:30, I was STARVING to DEATH. The restaurant we planned on going to ended up being to expensive, so Mom and Dad decided just to get some meat to smoke themselves(as we were at a BBQ place) and stop somewhere else on the way home. By the overwhelming consensus, we agreed on Sonic.

Also, I must say that Sonic lost some of it’s amazingness in my eyes today as the removed popcorn chicken from the menu. This made me very, very, very, very sad. BUT I still go mozzarella sticks so all was good. And it was food. That was an excellent plus since my stomach had begun eating itself in desperate need of sustenance.

So we finally got home close to 4:30 and gorged ourselves on deliciousness. It was so good…

Anyway.

I got some fun pictures at the zoo today. In case you read the last post about us being at the zoo…

Yeah that picture of the bird didn’t come up. BUT! Worry not. I have one for you right here.

It looks like a Griffin or something. Weird…

Anyway. Here are some other pictures I got.