Guest written by our friend Katie Callahan
My grandmother just recently passed away so my grandfather will now be living on his own. We knew this day would come being since my grandmother has been ill for quite some time now. We have tried talking granddad into moving in with my mom and dad or even an assisted living community, but he’s as stubborn as ever and refuses. He’s always been very independent, he’s been working since he was 14 to help his mom who at the time was single and had to support him and his 6 brothers and sisters. He got home security Rochester to get my father off his back. My dad still bugs him and tries to talk him into moving in with him almost every day, but I keep telling him to forget it, it’s not going to happen. I go visit him as often as I can just so that I can check in on him and he’s doing perfectly fine living on his own. He cooks all his meals and keeps his house clean.
Pretty much I’m dying from appendicitis because my appendix moved to my left side. That’s really all that explains what’s going on right now. Or aliens.
April 5, 2012So people, I guess its come to this.
Okay, I’m probably not dying.
Probably.
But this cramp thing in my side is REALLY killing me.
But it’s okay because I have a kitty all curled up against me right now.
He’s so cute.
Anyway. Back to me almost dying.
Actually, its not that bad. Its been off and on pretty painful for the last four hours but I took some motrin and its kinda at a low pain-point right now.
Plus there’s the cute kitty.
So I think I’ll be okay.
Thanks for asking.
C is for Coughing because that’s what I did a lot last night. Also Catching Fire because I did a lot of reading of that too. And I fell off the back of the Couch.
C is also for Cheese which is super yummy.
I don’t really know why I capitalized all the stuff that started with C but whatever and all that.
So apparently I am still not Completely over whatever I had because it took me like forever to fall asleep because I Couldn’t stop Coughing. And not you’re normal itchy throat Coughing, but a deep from-the-lung, Can’t-stop-to-breathe Coughing.
It was not Cool.
And I have no idea how I fell asleep.
Pretty sure I have bronchitis or some other horrid sickness.
I’m probably going to die.
Oh well.
Anyway.
I’m also going through the Hunger Games series again since I saw the movie and just HAD to read the books again. I started on Tuesday and am about half way through the last one now.
I’m kinda a speed reader.
But anyway, last time I read these I was pretty upset by the end of the second one that I hardly remember anything in the last one. That’s why I’m reading it again.
Because I missed a lot in my disappointment.
I’m still pretty upset and find the second two far less good than the first one but oh well.
They’re still good enough.
And last but not least, I totally fell off the back of the Couch yesterday.
I was laying on it talking to mom and then (insert weird noise) I was tumbling off onto the hard floor. I didn’t even fall towards the side with the Couch seat.
No. I fell off and almost broke my shoulder. Because I landed on the hard lamenent.
Typical me.
I know, that probably worries you. But it’s true.
I think this story just fleshed out the epitome of my daily life.
Because that’s what I’m like most days.
Sorry to all my friends who thought I was actually a sane and graceful person.
Nope.
I’m the girl who bursts out randomly in song and falls off of the back of couches.
And on a final note:
This morning I spent about 47 2 hours cleaning out our pantry. It took a long time.
But before I did that, I was walking around the dining room going “B…B……B…” and Mummzy was all like “What are you doing?” and then I was like “Trying to figure out what I’ll post about today that starts with B.” and then she was like “Umm.” and I was like “Yeah.”
And then at the same time we said “Bears.” and then I was like “Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica.”
And she was all like “You got it.”
So there you go.
I’m a little late but whatever I’m doing this because it sounds awesome and I’m bored at the moment and whatever. Don’t judge me.
April 3, 2012Apparently there’s some A-Z thing going on this month where bloggers are planning on every day writing about something that starts with that letter all the way from A-Z. I’m late obviously because it’s April 3rd but whatever. I’m starting now so deal with it.
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.
I read the books. And now I’ve watched the movie. And I’m a bigger fan than ever. That’s saying something people.
April 1, 2012
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.
I haven’t posted in a while so this post will probably be kinda long. And involve pegasai.
March 28, 2012
Hello my quidnuncs. You’ve probably not been wondering what I’ve been up to but I’m going to tell you anyway. This is pretty much what has been going on in the last few weeks.
- I have officially become a major fan of Peter Cetera. Not only is he an incredible musician, but also a great guy who’s made some respectable decisions in the past. And his music is awesome. Fact: Did you know Cetera left Chicago around the same time Phil Collins left Genesis? Both groups were not the same after they lost them. Not surprisingly. >_>
- I have, under the instruction of my friend Wepsley, started watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Have I become completely addicted and find it the funniest show since Powerpuff Girls? Eeeyup. Heck yes I have and do.
I just finished the first season and these are the observations I have made:
Rainbow Dash is the cutest thing ever.
Pinkie Pie just makes me smile.
Rarity is crucial to the show but far from my favorite and somewhat annoying.
Twilight Sparkle totally has OCD.
Fluttershy looks like a Precious Moments doll.
Apple Jack has a wonderful accent.
Scootaloo is the BEST ever, regardless of how much Wepsley may disagree.
Spike is WAY under appreciated.
And yes, I love this show. And it is hilarious. And I want to become a Pegasus. In fact, Wepsley told me that I could turn into one by putting horseradish in my eye. I tried it and was disappointed when it failed…until NOW when I realized it actually WORKED. It’s just slow to effect. Let me explain.
A bunch of days ago(like at least 4) I woke up with a horrible sickness that involved coughing and headaches and many other horrific symptoms that make you feel like you’re in the process of dying. Along with all this yuckiness came what I thought was a hoarse voice. After a day or two, I realized I sounded very much like Rainbow Dash when I talked. Like seriously. Just. Like her. Which means that it’s not a hoarse voice I have, but a pony voice, and I really am turning into a Pegasus.
I am so excited!
- I’ve discovered a couple of new shows that I like, including one that Mummzy and I just finished watching the first episode of — Sherlock Holmes. It’s got Benedict(awesome name, I KNOW) Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman in it so you know it’s awesome(if you know who those people are anyway, which I’m sure the walking encyclopedia who reads this blog knows…RIGHT?). And heck, Bendict makes a sweet awesome Sherlock. I didn’t think anyone could compete with Downey Jr. but Benedict plays the part perfectly. Yes I am calling him by his first name because it is an awesome first name.
It’s a British show.
Did I start talking in a British accent after watching this?
Oh you know I did.
Another one is called Battleground which is a awesome documentary-type show. It’s not really a documentary but it’s made to look like one, sorta like The Office but more documentary-y. Anyway, it goes behind the scenes of the headquarters for a campaign for a senator. Having a fair amount of experience in the campaigning field, I greatly enjoy this show. I can’t wait till the next elections so I can volunteer at a headquarters!
And then there’s John Doe, which Mom finds cheesy but I find AWESOME.
And that’s about it. - I’ve seen a lot of this lately and I really don’t get it, but what the heck is it with all the romances with the guys wanting to EAT their beloveds? Or more, the girls being attracted to guys who may eat them? Twilight series, new Red Riding Hood tales…
And why is this such a popular trend right now?
Oh yeah, it’s DRAMA. “Oh she’s going to promise to be with him forever and love him and get through it together even though he wants to eat her? That is SO romantic.”
Here’s a message PEOPLE: If he wants to eat you, he is NOT good marriage material.
I’m just really not sure why it’s hard to understand this.
I mean, if I knew a good looking guy who wanted to eat me, do you think I’d accept an invitation to coffee?
No.
Because I don’t like coffee.
End of story. - Cake in a mug is not a good idea.
And I think that is about it. I know I am missing something but oh well. I’ll write a new post about that some other time.
But for now, I have Sherlock Holmes to watch.
The game is afoot!
And this is what happens when I’m me and I get a water gun and Skylar is standing near by.
March 20, 2012Skylar and I had a major water fight today. Then mom tried to get pictures. And it went like this.
First picture: Mom tries to take photo and Skylar squirts me right in the ear.
I attack.
Second picture: I block all water exits on his gun.
Fifth picture: I get squirted and defend myself again. And a fist fight starts.
Twelfth picture: I get a gun of my own. We do a stupid pose.
Twenty-third picture: I realize that I have a full water gun.
Thirtieth picture: Revenge.
By this time Mummzy was all like “Oh I give up.”
This what happens when people accidentally leave their keys in the ignition and the world is made of losers.
March 17, 2012 UPDATE: Well, we’re on the road again. Turns out that other guy just didn’t have the right battery amperage or something to start a giant van. But right after I wrote that update this super nice not-loser not-jerk came up and was really awesomely helpful and got it started. It was great. All the kids started yelling happily when the van began running.
Hooray! Huge thanks super nice guy!
UPDATE: 10 minutes and 23 unhelpful guys later, the store owner came to help. But it didn’t work. He says it must be something other than the battery.
And dad’s uncontactable out in the ocean.
And there are 7 hungry, hot kids in the back.
This is going to be an interesting day.
We’re sitting in the parking lot of the pet store. With a dead battery. Mom propped the hood up. The pet store owners said they’d help us when they could, but they’re busy right now. Only like 12 different guys have parked next to us. And not said anything or offered to help.
Losers.
