I’ve become addicted to yet another show.
What is it this time, you may ask?
Once Upon a Time.
Oh yes. It’s awesome.
And dircted by the same guy who directed Lost.
I’ve never seen that show but I know a lot of people who are serious fans of that show.
So it must be good.
But anyway, my parents suggested this show to me and I watched the first episode and then in the following two days I watched all of the episodes.
There were 14 45 minute long episodes available.
It’s basically about these fairytale characters who are cursed by the evil queen to this little town on Earth called Storybrook, which is just made up of all of the fairytale characters. If a character tries to leave, something bad happens. Like they get in a wreck right by the town’s border.
But here’s the thing — none of them remember that they’re fairytale characters. And only one person can save them from the curse. And that’ Emma — Snow White’s daughter who was saved from the curse by a magic wardrobe but was still sent to Earth. But she was a baby so she doesn’t remember her life before at all.
And then there’s Henry who is Emma’s biological son who she gave up for adoption like 12 years prior and is now the evil queen’s adoptive son and has figured out the whole scheme.
It’s complicated.
The point is, I’m addicted.
I was all like OHMYGOSH I LOVE THIS SHOW!
And then something happened.
They killed off my favorite character.
This is Graham. He is the Huntsman character.
And he’s awesome. Err, was. Cause they, ya know, KILLED HIM.
So pretty much this is what happens. You kinda like Graham and then learn that he is doing bad stuff so you don’t really like him anymore but you’re still a bit intrigued by where his character is going in the show and then you watch an episode that tells his story and you learn about his past and he figuers it all out and he changes for the better and you really start to like him and then BAM he’s dead.
And then you’re all like WHAT THE HECK I HATE THIS SHOW.
And since you are so mad you decide you are just not going to watch that dumb old show anymore. That’ll show em.
And that lasts about 5 minutes and then you watch the next episode and become hooked all over again. Even though you’re still upset about the whole “Graham is dead” thing.
But I’ve taken interest in Belle(whose Earth name I know not) and Rumplestilkskin, a.k.a Mr. Gold.
They’re pretty awesome.
Anyway.
Now that I’ve caught up with that show and have to wait until Monday for the next episode to come out (epic sigh), Mom and I have started watching the seventh season of The Office again.
Well, for mom it’s again. I’ve not seen the seventh season yet.
It’s pretty funny. And awesome.
Andy is my favorite.
And Erin cracks me up.
And sometimes I just don’t understand why they aren’t together.
But anywho.
Back in the real world, Dad’s gone once again for a few weeks. Right after he gets home, we’re going to SC for a few days for Easter celebration. After that, he’s home for a week and then back out again for a month. Then he’s home for a month and goes back out again. This time for 9 months.
It’s going to be a busy few months. Before he leaves, we have to visit SC, Milton, and do a mini family vacation which we decided not to do last month because Dad wasn’t supposed to leave until August and so we planned on doing it in July instead and now that they’ve moved it we don’t have enough time for a vacation. It’s three months away.
Epic sigh.
But, on a brighter note(quite literally), the weather here is being superb and it’s a lovely 80 degrees out right now.
Why yes, I did take this awesome picture.
So it’s all good.
That’s all. I’ll be back in a bit with some pictures of the boy’s new lizards.
They’re pretty darn cool.
I know people. Y’all are probably like “Really. Really Kait.” But it’s not something I can control, like if in Calgary apartments or Beverly Hills.
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.
A post that’s really just an excuse to stop cleaning. Plus I had to show y’all this picture of Lucy.
March 6, 2012
What am I doing right now? I am cleaning my room.
And not just cleaning , but really going through and decluttering and all that jazz.
Gosh, I hate doing this.
Okay, its not that bad. In between I’m playing Words With Friends(and totally kicking BUTT by the way) and, obviously blogging.
Yes JULIE I’m blogging on my gossip blog TWICE in one day.
Don’t be too jealous dear.
Anyway. We’re having a garage sale on Saturday and my parents are totally making me get rid of stuff.
Aren’t they brilliant?
To answer that question, yes. Because a lot of this is useless junk that I really don’t need.
Amid doing all this I found an old, special possession of mine.
Why yes, this is me in a cowboy hat.
My cowboy hat.
I haven’t gotten to wear it in forever because, ya know, there just aren’t many horse ranches here in Florida.
Sad, sad face.
But anyway. I was all like “Ohmegosh its my hat!” And then all these memories of riding horses with my cousin, grandmother, and grandfather and showing my sheep and wandering around the fair with my many friends cousin and everything country that I used to do and immensely enjoyed.
Then I sobbed for a while because those memories are 5 years past.
And then I put my hat on Lucy.
And the world was good again.
UPDATE:
Wow y’all would never believe how much sand is covering my surfaces in here…like I lifted my lamp up to wipe under it and there was like 3 pounds of sand sitting there.
Less than a year ago when we lived in our “old” house in Turkey Oaks, the boys informed me that earlier that day the Google Maps truck had come through our culdesac and that they had chased it and waved at it and were going to be on Google Maps street view now.
You can imagine my response.
“Uhuh.”
Today we sat down to complete our morning routine by watching Rhett and Link’s GMM morning show, and as we watched it Joe and I were reminded of the event I just spoke of since this episode was about a guy caught peeing on Google Maps street view(hilarious episode you can find here).
So when we had finished watching GMM, we went to Google Maps and looked up our old street address. And what do you know.
Yes, this is our old house.
Yes. Those are 5 of my 7 siblings. Plus two of their friends.
You'll notice all the bikes in the street. Obviously we were the neatest culdesac around.
And here we have a bunch of their friends chasing the Google Maps truck. Those poor drivers. They were probably all like “OHMYGOSH we’re being chased by insane, crazed midgets! Step on it, go go GO.”
My brudders are around there somewhere, chasing it or waving or whatever. You can see Gabe in the yard running. I don’t know what he was doing.
Of course this is the, like, ONE TIME I wasn’t outside.(I was outside playing with the kids alllllll the time.)
It’s okay though because I don’t necessarily want to be on Google Maps.
And so ends the story of the famous children in Turkey Oaks.
Ron Paul has a new manager for his campaign.
Vote for him or be frozen in carbonite.
It’s up to you.
A perfectly good example of why people think I belong in an asylum. Including my parents.
March 4, 2012I have a very strange sense of humor, as many of you may know from either a) knowing me or b) reading this blog enough.
Like, I seriously think that sometimes my parents are really like “Oh my gosh, honey. Where did we go wrong? She thinks this talking unicorn is hilarious. Why is she showing us this?”
Talking unicorn? Yep. I have finally found Charlie the Unicorn. Why has it taken me so long? Probably because my friends who have seen it were lame and totally didn’t show me.
I think those friends I am talking about right now know I’m talking about them.
Yes. I’m talking about you. You’re so lame.
And what was my reaction?
I laughed. A lot. And then watched it again. And then forced my parents to watch it.
And now I walk around going “Charrrlie. Charrrlie. We’re on a bridge Charlie!”
And I’m pretty sure I am driving my parents mad because while I thought they’d find it completely hilarious like I did, they totally were all like “What da heck this is so DUMB.”
And then my younger brother caught the last half of it and was going “Charrrlie! Chaaaarrrrlie!” afterwards.
And my dad looked at me and was all like “Yeah thanks Kait.”
So then I was all like “Dad! I found a map to candy mountain!”
And Mom was all like “KAIT. Stop it already.”
I think that they believe I have some mental problem because I like rainbows and unicorns and everything that makes the world good and not dumb.
My mom has an obsession with zebras. I’m not really sure how this is any worse.
Except she doesn’t go around say “Zeeeeebra. ZEEEEBRA” in a really annoying voice.
I just don’t understand why they hate unicorns and candy mountains.
Like I said, I have a weird sense of humor. And find most stupid things to be funny. It makes life way easier to live. Because let’s be honest; there’s a lot of stupid things going on out there.
But laughter is awesome. So I do it a lot.
And that’s just me.
“Remember laughing? Laughter enhances the blood flow to the body’s extremities and improves cardiovascular function. Laughter releases endorphins and other natural mood elevating and pain-killing chemicals, improves the transfer of oxygen and nutrients to internal organs.
Laughter boosts the immune system and helps the body fight off disease, cancer cells as well as viral, bacterial and other infections. Being happy is the best cure of all diseases!”
- Patch Adams
I think that I might like this show a little too much. Probably. And I can’t say that’s really a bad thing because it’s an awesome show.
What is the first thing you think of when you see this picture?
Princess Bride?
Cary Elwes?
Ella Enchanted?
If you thought of any of the above you are WRONG and not cool.
The first thing that should come to mind is “OHMYGOSH PIERRE DESPEREAUX!”
And then if you’re anything like me you’ll start jumping up and down and doing some weird dance thing that resembles Gus’s victory dance, all the meanwhile squealing “Ahhhhhh! Despereaux’s back!”
Last night when I came home from hanging out with the neighbors, my parent’s were watching Psych(YES without me, those MEANIES” and I saw Pierre and totally did that.
Because Pierre is my favorite.
And Lassie.
My dad was all like “Kait, I will not believe you when you say you just ‘aren’t excitable’ anymore because I just witnessed that.”
Honestly, I’m just not excitable when I get gifts because for some ridiculous reason. I don’t really know. It’s not like I don’t completely appreciate the gift. I mean, somebody just GOT me something. That’s wonderful and generous and makes me very happy! I just…I don’t know…don’t get very excited.
It bothers some people.
For you people it bothers, I am really sorry. I think I just use up all my yearly allotment of excitement on Psych.
Why yes. I do fistbump people.
Also, if you don’t watch this show you really should.
And if you have watched this show and didn’t find it completely awesome…
We should probably not be friends. Because I swear, I become more like Shawn every day.
So ultimately, we probably wouldn’t get along well in the end.
Plus anyone who doesn’t like Psych is lame and I don’t have lame friends.
Mostly.
Looking through all the pictures from that day, I'm making some sort of weird face in, like, 2/3 of the pictures. I wonder what that says about me.
Sarah and I love Psych. I think it helped us bond as friends.
So anytime we visit, we watch Psych.
Because we’re awesome.
And then we walk around fistbumping and going “whaaaat!” all day and then the parents are all like “Oh great they’ve been watching Psych again.”
And guess what we need…
Aaaawwwhhh yeaaaah.
I totally want these like SO BAD. I would give the one of Gus to Sarah because we’ve said for, like, more than a year that she’s totally Gus and I’m totally Shawn and it’d be so awesome. I would totally put it on my geek shelf.
Yes I have one of those.
Almost.
Like, it’s on it’s way. And I have a bunch of stuff to put on it.
Like my Darth Vader bobblehead. It’s so great.
Yep.
Pretty much my blog is being dumb but I can be happy still because it’s 80 degrees outside
March 3, 2012Hello my beloved quidnuncs.
I am feeling much better today, thanks for asking. Still a little under the weather but I am not feeling dead anymore so that is very good.
Today it’s a charming 80 degrees and so I am very happy right now. I think the family is going to the beach a little later so that should be fun,
On another less than awesome note, my blog is being SUPER dumb and so it may be looking a little weird for the next few days or however long it takes me to beat it into submission.
It’s being really annoying,
Be prepared for some changes.
Another post involving me complaining and my mother saying she hopes I die. But not really. I think.
March 2, 2012Ello blogaddicts. Today I am sick. As I was yesterday.
And when I say sick, I mean OHMYGOSH MY HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE.
So that’s how my day has been. I woke up and made breakfast and then promptly went back to my sleeping chambers and passed out for two more hours.
And then I woke up and felt a little less dead.
Aside from my head feeling like it weighs weighing a trillion pounds, I’m doing okay now.
In fact, I’m at the beach.
Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not IN the water. The air may be warm but the ocean is still frightfully frigid.
No, I’m sitting in the sun, enjoying a spectacularly warm day.
Once it hits mid February, I’m completely done with all weather under 80 degrees until November.
Its March 2nd and a glorious 80 degrees.
I am happy.
And here at my own personal beach, my head does not feel quite as explodey.
In fact, I feel much better.
Thanks, beach!
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.
The time I straightened my hair in my room and totally melted my piano. Also if you’re my mom, you probably shouldn’t read this.
February 29, 2012Hello my lovely quidnuncs. So nobody knows this story. Its about a week old now but I’ve kept it inside. Mostly because its completely ridiculous. Also I like avoiding being hit over the head with a hairbrush. I am successful at that when mummy doesn’t hear the story.
We’ll just hope mom never reads this blog.
Anyway.
So doing my hair in the bathroom is such a bore because there’s really nothing to do in there except stare at yourself in the mirror while you drag the hot iron down your head. So I decided to take my 8×10 mirror and head into my room, where my radio was located and straighten my golden locks in there.
Being that my 10+ year old Korg Electric Piano is the closest thing I have to a desk, I decided to set up my station there, setting the mirror on the back and the hot iron on the keys.
Yeah you’re probably thinking “Man Kait, could you get anymore stupid?”. Heck yes I can. But this is my life and I can do what I want and that includes placing my hot iron on plastic piano keys. Even though that’s, like, seriously a really stupid thing to do.
But I wasn’t thinking this at the time. Obviously.
So anyway. Mistake number one has happened.
Mistake number two — turning the iron on. Crucial for straightened hair. And melted piano.
Mistake number three? Not noticing my little ole straightener was leaving its own little mark on the world and my piano repeatedly until it looked like this.
And then when I noticed I was all like “Oh crap.”
Yeah so there are like eleven keys that look like this now.
It doesn’t hinder my piano playing. And you can’t even tell if you don’t look at it.
And so ends the tale of the thoughtless girl and her straightener.
What have I learned from all this?
That my conspiracy is true: all hot things are out to prove me blonde and make my life miserable.
Wait till I tell you the popcorn maker story…
