“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right
to tell people what they do not want to hear.”

- George Orwell

Sounds like some cows found the storm around here to be the perfect time to practice their aerial attacks.

I bet they thought the storm would cover everything up, but thanks to a tip-off from Dad, we know the real story.

Remember, act beefy.
Ciao for now!

A little while ago I got to go out on what will probably be the closest thing to a date that I will ever get. (Or so says my best friend.) I know, you want details...

Two years ago I met a boy named Brent at one of our church league softball games. I saw him a few more times during the summer, and at the end of the softball season, we traded phone numbers and addresses. We proceeded to keep in touch by writing letters (he doesn't have internet at his house, otherwise we'd probably be exchanging emails). I would see him every now and then when he came to drop off letters at my house (he also doesn't have stamps). He came over a couple of times and watched movies at our house (after clearing the movies with his Dad) and once I went over to his house to sword fight, a common interest we have. He has these swords, called L.A.R.P. (Live-Action Role Playing) Swords, and we used those. They are padded poles covered in duct tape, so it doesn't hurt (much) if you get hit by them.

Then my sister organized some dancing lessons a few weeks ago and I invited him to come along, and he surprisingly enjoyed it. Then he invited me to go to this youth thing at his church called "Net". It was a concert/mass for teens, and it goes from October to the first weekend in May.

So I asked my parents, and they (surprisingly enough) agreed. Well, my dad just made this growling noise that sounded affirmative. 4:30 Saturday afternoon rolls around. Brent, his dad, and his sister come pick me up, and my Dad (of course) gives Mr. Howard the run-down of his wishes for proper supervision. Mr. Howard assures Dad that there will be plenty of people around. We leave, and go pick up one of their friends, whose name is Tom.

We get to Net at around 5, an hour before it starts (they like to get there early to get good seats). At 5:30 one of Brent's friends shows up (his name is John Paul. Hmmm, sounds like Ron Paul!). We listen to the band tuning up (the band is called Sonar). Then Net finally starts. There're lots of songs, some by David Crowder, who I like to listen to. Then the preacher comes out (he's really funny), and announces that there will be Communion. Now I'm thinking, 'Carp', because Catholics have closed Communion. So I asked Brent if I could just stay in my seat instead of going up with my arms crossed against my chest, signifying that I'm not Catholic. He told me to come up anyway. So I'm standing there, my arms crossed, thinking, "Yargh, no one else is doing this!!!" I barely stop long enough for one of the preachers to do his thing before following Brent back to the seats. As soon as we sit back down, he says, "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I just half-smiled, not really agreeing or disagreeing.

After Communion, there were more songs, and then there was a 20 minute break. There were large tubs of snack and drinks, and Brent said that we basically had 20 minutes to grab all the food we wanted. There were Oreos, Rice Krispies, M&Ms, little bags of cookies, all sorts of junk food. The drinks were Capri Sun coolers.

Next was the message, called "The Amazing Race". It was on the race of life, and — what do you know — the preacher was an athlete who had gone through tons of marathons and Iron Mans (Iron Men?). One of the marathons was even in Alaska. He knew what it was like to have to train for months ahead of time for a race. He said that he had cut out every type of junk food and refined sugars from his diet (I looked guiltily down at the packet of Oreos I had liberated from the food basket). He translated that into things like too much television. The preacher was very funny, and had a lot of one-liners. Brent said that the preacher had been on some t.v. show, but he couldn't remember which one.

After the message, there was this thing called "Adoration". During Adoration, they brought out some golden sunburst thing, and everybody was kneeling. Now, I don't want to offend any Catholics out there who are reading this blog, and this is entirely my point of view (and maybe a little bit of my mother's POV), but, yo, the idols and graven images thing kind of creeps me out. So here I'm thinking, 'What am I doing?' while Sonar is playing a few songs. Thankfully, it didn't last too long, and after Adoration there were a couple of pretty lively songs. Net ended when the songs were over. As we made our way out the door, Brent and I lost his dad somewhere along the line (I think he got pulled into a talking trap). Brent and I waited by the truck, kind of high on energy. So we decided to....................................................................................run around the parking lot! (Scared you, didn't I?) It burned off a lot of that energy, but there's a certain kind of energy that just doesn't go away when you're outside on a crisp spring night. Then Brent's dad made his way back to the car with Tom. From there we went to Perkins. At 10:45! I didn't get home until close to 12! :^P

Ciao for now!

We watched a movie recently called The Jane Austen Book Club. It is very cute, and I would recommend it to ladies who love chick-flicks. The movie is about five ladies and one man (they all live in Cali) who decide to do a Jane Austen book club (surprise, surprise). They did one book a month for six months.

The characters:

Bernadette: An older lady who has been married six times and wants to get married one more time.

Sylvia: Just got a divorce from her cheating husband.

Allegra (Sylvia's daughter): Lesbian. 'Nuff said.

Grigg (not Greg): Very naive. He was invited into the club by Jocelyn.

Prudie: A French language teacher who has never been to France. A little stuck-up.

and Jocelyn: The lady who claims to 'never want to fall in love', so she raises dogs to fill that gap. She invited Grigg in hopes of hooking him up with Sylvia, but he has no intention of that and focuses his sights on Jocelyn.

The book club was started in February and ended in July. The first book they read was Emma, and they ended with Persuasion.

Grigg, who wonders why he's in the club, buys all Jane Austen's novel in one big book and thinks that they are all sequels to each other.
Allegra goes through a couple girlfriends throughout the movie. Prudie always happens to be just in time to see one of her students (that she falls in love with, despite the fact that she has a hubby) involved in questionable behavior with his girlfriend.

Jocelyn is generally blind to the fact that Grigg doesn't want to hook up with Sylvia. Sylvia is very torn up for the first 30 minutes or so over the fact that her hubby was cheating on her. Bernadette almost always wears a crazy quilted jacket, which seems to match her personality perfectly.

I would probably give it three and a half stars out of four. I would definitely recommend it for a "girls night" some time. Very cute.

Ciao for now!

Here is more perfidy from the ninja cow conspiracy!


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My friend was also attacked by a ninja cow. She told me that she was petting a cow, and it leaned up against the bars of the pen, squishing her arm. Debauchery!

Keep your eyes peeled! They strike when you least expect it!

Ciao for now.

So last night, MD and I headed out for a movie (Spiderwick. It sucked. Read the books, and you'll feel so much better), home to change into pajamas, them off again to Princess Flickerfeather's house.

A bunch of MD's friends were there. We're sitting around playing Loaded Questions (awesome game), which took a long time. At about 10:45, everyone decides that they're hungry. So we debate about ordering pizza, where to get it from, what to get, all that jazz. This is the ensuing conversation:

MD: Let's get pizza!
Murmurs of assent
TL: What kind?
MD: Sausage with black olives. Mmmmmm.
Anna: No, I hate sausage. I'm ok with mushroom.
TL: Eww, yuck.
Donny: What are you on? You don't eat beans, mushrooms... (Donny had previously made refried bean dip).
TL: I'm on the beanbag.
MD: How about a split pizza?
Ruth: We could get half sausage w/ black olives and half mushroom.
TL: Anna, do you like pepperoni?
Anna: Nope.
TL: Darn.
Ruth: How 'bout just cheese?
*Great enthusiasm.*
PFF: There's a phone book in the kichen. Order from Domino's.
*Anna is on the phone oredering pizza.*
PFF: Make sure to tell him the address is Summit Ave, South Saint Paul, otherwise he'll go to St. Paul.
Anna: He's like, 'So St Paul, So St Paul. Hold on,'
MD: Haha! 'There's a South Saint Paul?'
Anna: Alright, he'll be here in 40 minutes.
*Groaning.*
TL: 40 minutes?!
MD: I thought they had a 30 minute policy.
Donny: Or, you could just cancel that, and we could put in a frozen pizza.
O_o
Anna: Donny!!! Why didn't you tell us?!
Donny: Well, it's pepperoni!
Sam: They could've lived with it!
Anna: Yeah, I wouldn't have minded!

So we decided to just live with the cheese pizza.

What seemed like a long while later:

TL: How long has it been?
Anna: About 15 minutes.
TL: WHAT?!

The pizza finally arrived at 11:35 and was greeted at the door by Sam and his beer stein hat. That hat was at least a foot and a half tall. I can only imagine what that pizza guy was thinking.

The pizza was almost instantly devoured.

We didn't end up getting home until 12:something.

So every other day, Benny comes over and hangs out with us. Except for the other day when Faith went to, as the Reverend Mother put it, "Hang out with the monks" at the seminary/monastery.

Which made me veeerry suspicious. They could be doing anything!!! You know those wily monks. They're right up there with ninja cows. You just can't trust 'em. So, naturally, I donned all black clothes, packed a couple of knives (I just got a new one, a nice Marine Corps knife), and was off to the monastery. As I spied, I made sure that nothing... er ... 'interesting' was going on*. *Sigh* Nothing ever does. Every time we take Benny home, they talk about boring theological stuff that makes me fall asleep. But I resist!!! I must, because it could be a devious plan to talk about the most boring things in the world and make me fall asleep so that they can start doing 'interesting' stuff. It won't work! I won't let it!!!! I REGRET NOTHING!!!!!

...

Where did that come from?

Whatever.

Usually I sit in the back seat of the car and read with my good eye while keeping my evil eye on them. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Sometimes I enjoy this too much. Not often, but sometimes. A lot of times it'll be late by the time we have to take Ben home. I wanted to charge Faith 25 cents for every minute past 9:30 pm that we were out taking Ben home. It would've worked, but when I asked Mom about it, she said no. If I have to do this anyway, why not make some money while I'm at it? I don't have any other form of income except for my allowance until I get a job.

Man, this sucks.

*This never actually happened. This is purely in my head and for my own amusement.

Ciao for now!!

I told you this was going to happen! Don't trust cows! Sure, they look stupid, but it's a nefarious (I love that word) disguise!

As he crossed a field while walking his dog near his home in Brighton, England, in October, police Inspector Chris Poole, 50, was attacked by about 50 cows. He spent 11 days in the hospital, recovering from the butting and stomping, which cost him four broken bones, a severed artery and a punctured lung. [BBC News, 10-29-07]

HT: KingDavid.

My sister, the Mall Diva, tagged me with the '7 Things That May Or May Not Be True About Me' meme. So, let's get started:

1. I'm currently a purple belt in Tae Kwon Do.
2. I'm trying to clean my room.
3. But I don't have a convenient place to put my weapons arsenal.
4. I have two loud birds that very rarely shut up.
5. I love sky diving.
6. I'm an undiscovered writer.
7. I like being alone so I can sing as loud as I want without anyone hearing or caring.

Now it's up to you to deduce which of these are true, and which ones I just put down off the top of my head. Have fun!

Ciao for now!

Be on the lookout for signs of a rebellion.

No, it's not the terrorists (not the ones you'd expect, anyway) ...

No, it's not teenagers...

It's the COWS!!!!

Yes, you read that right. I've made two long car trips in the last few weeks, through the heart of America's farmlands, and I tell you there's something suspicious about all the cows. They are plotting to take over the world. Sure, they LOOK all innocent when you're driving through the country. But before they hear your car coming, they're talking in conspiratorial whispers, scheming up ways for world domination!

First, they lull us into a false sense of security. Then, they prey on our other sources of food (did you read about that cow who kept eating chickens?)

Third, they send out their NINJA COWS!!! These cows have training specially for stealth. And they're always the black ones. Never put a black cow at your back. You think everything's just fine, and then BAM! You're on the ground.

Ever notice how cows are usually grouped together, with a few loners? Well, the groups are the conspirators, and the loners are the look-outs. As soon as they hear a car driving by, or someone walking up, they give their secret code and tell everyone to 'look beefy.' That's why all you ever see cows do is eat grass.

Beware the groups of twos and threes. They plot while looking natural. While we were driving home from Missouri, we saw a cow line-up. Seriously. The cows were all in a line on a distant hill. Probably doing a drill or something.

Ways to keep your house cow proof:

• Set up a large fence with sentry posts. With any luck, if the cows come a-callin', you'll get a meal out of the invasion. Mmm... steak.



• Set up rows of chickens armed with eggs. I'm sure they'll want to get back at the cows for eating them.



• Don't allow groupings of more than two cows in your yard at a time. That should slow them down.



• Pay spy cows to go into the field and listen in on the cow plans. You might also want to get a moo interpreter.

My dad thinks the government sent deer in to spy on the cows (you can't trust the cows to do it), but the cows caught on. That's why we saw so many dead deer on the road last week. Almost all of them were near a field of cows. Black cows. Makes you think.

But here I've warned you. You may think I'm crazy, to which I say:

Well, DUH!

But don't come cryin' to me when your home is invaded by these four legged tasty conspirators. That's your problem.

The sheep and hawks are in on it, too.

Ciao (no, literally, chow) for now!

Arr, mateys!!! It's National Talk Like A Pirate Day! Be sure to swab the decks or shiver me timbers or whatever pirates do.

Buy a ship!
Name it something catchy like: The Black Pearl; the Umbiquitous Unicorn; The Funky Chicken, etc.,etc...
Go raid the 7 seas (actually, I counted, and there are about 31 seas.)
Sing 'A Pirate's Life For Me!' Make it your ship's anthem.

Or to save a lot of money, just buy the Boat Game. (I hope I did that link right O_o)

Ciao for no - I mean ARRR!!! Bye, now, mateys!

AUGH!!! I don't know what to think about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows! I hated it as I loved it.

Things I loved:
The storyline

J.K. Rowling's way of writing (she really knows how to connect items throughout the books)

The ending

Things I hated:
She killed so many good people!!!!!

She killed so many good people!!!!!

Characters:
Harry: Starting in the fifth book, Harry had really turned into an arrogant snot, but in this book he's so awesome!

Hermione: She's definitley my favorite character. She's really sensible, keeps her head in desperate situations, and knows what to pack when going on a trip!

Ron: Probably one of my least favorite characters. He's extremely tempermental (with emphasis on the mental), and at one point in the book I just wanted to slap him.

Ginny: She's so sweet.

Snape: You know, I gained a lot of respect for him in this book.

Well, anyway, I don't really know what else to tell you, because I don't want to spoil anything for the two people haven't finished the book or heard how it turns out already. Let's see: Harry turns 17, Voldemort's name is Tabooed, and George -- never mind. It is the grimmest and darkest book that Rowling has written so far, and it's very intriguing. I think that's all I can say without giving anything away, so ...

Ciao for now!!

The crickets here in Texas are so loud, even during the day. Their voice box and vocal cords must be mutated.

All the rest of the missionaries arrive today. I'm approaching this with some trepidation, because I don't know what they'll be like. The people already here are really nice. I'll have random people coming up to me and saying, "Hi, you're Patience, right? I know your Mom."

There's a guy named Angelo here that I had a really good talk with this morning. He just turned 20 yesterday. He's really nice, and he's going to Romania with us! We were talking about Teen Mania and what we wanted to do in life. He said he wanted to travel around the world and preach in different churches. Future husband prospect? Hmmm... just kidding! I wouldn't want to submit him to the usual torture for prospective boyfriends ... disembowelment... decapitation... having a harpoon run through him. Or even being thrown out the window by my Dad, wearing his Haggar pants.

Well, I'm off to check the blogs.

Ciao for now!

YEAH!

The new Pirates of the Carribean is out!!! My father and I went to go see it today. Boy, was it worth the wait!

Characters:
Will Turner: Still interesting, with a side of smart-aleck to him.

Elizabeth Swann: She's a bit secretive this time around, but still sassy.

Tia Dalma: Your basic voodoo chick, but is something going on between her and Davy Jones?

Davy Jones: Man, I was sad when he died. He was one of the best characters!

Captain Jack Sparrow: His first scene is quite funny. But whatever happened to his hat? It was missing in a few scenes...

Then, of course, there is the old enemy from the second movie, Lord Beckett. His exit is pretty good, but I don't really understand it.

The suspense in the movie is really good, and in a few scenes you've gotta wonder what the hey is going on. I can't wait for it to come out on DVD!

For those of you going to see it, stay until the end of the credits because there is another scene. A short one, yes, but still...
Man, I really want to tell you all that happens, but I'd better not. Must...control...mouthfingers!

See the movie. You won't be disappointed.

Ciao for now!

Uncle Ben tagged me with the "13 Predictions of When I'm Old" meme.
1. I will still be fit enough to do effective Tae Kwon Do.
2. I will have gone to Italy at least two more times.
3. I will have grandchildren.
4. I will not have a billion cats.
5. I won't sit on the front porch all day yelling, "Whippersnappers!" (what is that anyway?)
6. I will have some cute car, like a Bug or a Mini Cooper.
7. I will still be 25 when I'm old.
8. I will have written 3 successful books.
9. I won't be crochety.
10. I won't have more wrinkles than I can help.
11. I will have been on at least 5 different mission's trips. (I've already been on one, soon to be two!)
12. I won't be senile.
13. I won't be senile.

You know, I've never really understood why 'youth is wasted on the young'. Who else would it be wasted on? And I would like it if you would find out how many people enjoy being young before you start making assumptions that we don't appreciate it.

Ciao for now, you young whippersnappers!

Well, you're WRONG! (No, I didn't get to hurt anyone.)

Yesterday after Tae Kwon Do (I was still in uniform), my loving and wonderful mother took me to Jimmy John's and sent me in by myself with ten dollars. I ordered my sandwich, and the guy behind the counter said, "Hey, can you do some crazy Tae Kwon Do thing outside so we can see it? I'll give you a free cookie."

I said, "Well, I don't think I'd want to do it outside, but I can do it in here." The cashier guy agreed, so I executed two kicks with appropriate yells. There were two men who were sitting at a booth, and when I kicked, they cheered. So, I got a delicious cookie. I was ready to leave, so I pushed the door open. But the guy behind the counter said, "Hold on, we'll give you something else!"

I also received a $5 gift certificate, which was more than what I had spent! It was amazing. Who knew that you could gain something of monetary value with Tae Kwon Do lessons, other than saving money by not having to go the hospital if someone attacks you in the middle of a dark alley with no-one around. But why would you be walking down a dark--sorry, getting a little off-topic there.

Ciao for now!

Judging by the title, you might have guessed what has happened. We have a new birdy in the household!

We are keeping the newbie for a few days to see if she (he? It's only 8 months old, not old enough to tell what gender it is) and Birdy-wirdy are compatible.

The sad part of the story is: my friend (Angelina) called me up and said that another of my friends (Olivia) had a bird that had died, so they were going to give away their remaining bird because it never got any attention, and it had bonded with the late birdy. So my mom called Olivia's mom, and last night I came home from Tae Kwon Do and walked into the living room. There was a white bird cage sitting next to the cage that Birdy-wirdy was in.

"Oh," I said. "New bird cage?" I went closer. AACCKK!! An adorable yellow face was looking at me. The new parakeet has bright yellow and green plumage (can you hear my dad in the background saying "Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue. Lovely plumage!") with black on it's back and tail. Mom said it's name is Chiquita, and Olivia's family thought that it was a girl. But I think it might be a boy, because it's cere (the area above its beak that's pink for a girl and blue for a boy) has a little bit of blue.

And mom said no more pets!

Ciao for now!

O.k, this is weird.

My parakeet is normally very feisty (feisty here meaning: Put fingers into her cage, don't have fingers anymore.) But these past few weeks she's been even nastier. Yesterday, I found the reason.

I was sitting on the front steps with my bird, and she was screaming at me, as usual. All of a sudden, she goes down to the bottom of her cage and starts tapping around under the shredded newspaper toy that we put into her cage. She lifted her head back up and dragged away some of the newspaper, as if to say, "Look what I did!" Lo and behold, an egg, sitting there so innocently!

I couldn't catch my breath for a minute. It was tiny (although it looked too big to have come from her) and round and pinkish-white. I ran inside and grabbed the phone to call my best friend who owns 3 birds that she and her mom raised from eggs.

"Angelina!" I cried. "My bird laid an egg!" I proceeded to tell her what I had seen. (Note: My bird had not mated with any male birds.)

"Yeah, that sometimes happens. If a bird wants an egg badly enough, they can lay one, but it will be empty. She knows it's empty, that's why she isn't sitting on it."

I was freaking out. It's so sad, though. It's like someone called you up and said there had been a miscarriage. MD and I feel sorry for the poor bird, because her bottom is all red and swollen. So the reason that my bird is being even more nasty than usual is because she was guarding her egg (No, Kevin, I don't want your bird extermination services).

Ciao for now!

Years ago, on April 3rd, God gave a gift to my Grandma and Grandpa. That gift was my Dad.

Today's my Daddy's birthday (I won't tell you how old he is, I'm not sure he would like that). I woke up to multiple tappings on my bedroom door. That was the Mall Diva telling me to get up so we could run downstairs and present the presents to Dad.

Mall Diva's gifts:
Two video games (Justice League Heroes, Sonic Heroes)

My gifts:
A box of Mike and Ike's
A box of Jolly Rancher Gummies (he's into the fruity candy)

When he shook the wrapped box of Mike and Ike's he shook it and said, "Hmmm... Good and Plenty's?"

"No," I said. "I hate Good and Plenty's, so I would never buy you those for your birthday." (I mean, what if he wanted to share?)

The Reverend Mother's gift has not arrived yet. She ordered it yesterday (our family has a knack for ordering things for people and the item not arriving in time for the birthday/Christmas).

Here's a poem for my Daddy:
Happy happy happy happy happy happy
happy happy happy happy happy happy
happy happy happy happy happy happy
happy happy happy happy happy Biiiiiiiirrrrrrthday!

Haiku:
Have a fun Birthday
I hope it brings you lots of
joy, Happy Birthday.
(Calling the Department of Redundancy Department!)

O.K., this is going to be really short.

Does anyone remember that geography blog that Uncle Ben did about a week ago with the challenge to name all 50 states as quick as you can? He said that the smack-talking time to beat was 3 minutes and 26 seconds.

Well, I beat it. HOLLA!!!!

I did it in 3 minutes and 10 seconds!!!

That will be all.

Ciao for now.

*Ahem*
I haven't posted for awhile. I have almost nothing to post about, sooo... I know! I'll post about dinner!

Tonight's dinner was chicken and al dente rice (courtesy of Reverend Mother and Mall Diva. I helped, too — I was the Chicken Transportation). Mom had mixed some white rice and some brown rice together, then realized that brown rice cooks very s-l-o-w. Thus, "al dente."

So there we were, sitting at our peninsula, munching away. (Oh, and just for all you smart-alecks out there who read my sister's last post, just because I am assumed to speak the chicken language doesn't mean that I don't eat chicken.) After awhile, MD said, "You know, I don't think that I like crunchy rice."

"Yeah, me neither," I said. "Is there any more?"

It's just not easy being me. Here's the dealio:

Last weekend my parents had some golfing buddies over to play cards, and I got to play too! Somehow the talk turned to icky things that make me want to yell, "Go get a secret, secluded room!!!" I'll just give you one line, and leave it to your imaginations: "Oooh! Is that Latex?" *Tiger Lilly sobbing in the backround.* Why me?

After that, the talk turned to celebrities. Mainly, how stupid it is that all the TV talks about is Anna Nicole Smith and Britney. Zzzz... I'm sorry, how stupid is it to talk about how stupid the TV is? I just don't an attention span for that. To be fair, there was good stuff, too. We had Chocolate Turtle Cake! *Hallelujuah Angel chorus in the backround.*

Then, last Tuesday I had double Tae Kwon Do. The first class was the normal one: running, hitting, kicking, sparring, practicing forms. The second class was the Special Martial Arts Training Program (SMATP). No, that doesn't describe the sound we often make, and it's not 'special' as in mental, but special as in WEAPONS!!! (No, Kevin, not guns.)

There are only three people in the SMATP because the test to get in is really hard. But one of our people has not shown up for about 5 weeks. He has Bronchitis. ANYWAY, in the second class I practiced my sweet Boe Staff formation. Then I got to throw the other student. Who is 16. And is a black belt. But Master Yu decreed it, and it's best not to upset Master Yu (sixth degree black belt and all that). There are actually a few techniques to throwing people, and most of them involve your shoulder. Somehow I strained my thigh muscles. We were training for the demonstration that we have to do at the promotion test next Saturday. Yep, that's right, I'm on a Demo Team!

Ciao for now, peeps!

Yesterday, as almost all of you know, it snowed about a foot-and-a-half. Since my parents were gone, he Mall Diva was able to park her rear-wheel-drive car in the garage overnight. We couldn't get out the next morning, however, because the plow man hadn't come yet. We had to get to church, because MD is in the band, and I work in the bookstore!

After about ten minutes of shoveling, we decided to try and get MD's car back to garage. Ten more minutes of shoveling and rubber burning, and we managed it. We then ran two blocks to church, then walked the last two blocks. It's hard to run carrying bags containing Bibles and shoes! We finally made it to church.

When we got home (we hitched a ride), Mom's car was in our driveway. Stuck. Oh, the humanity!!! But it didn't require too much work, Dad and a couple of neighbors rocked the car back onto the plowed street and parked it.

Then, when we wanted to go cross-country skiing, the place that we went to was closed for the season! It's February, for Pete's sake!!! What's going on, global warming? It just snowed, we want to go skiing, and you're closed! What's the big idea?!

O.k., I'll try to calm down now.

Ciao for now!

Hi, peeps!

I really don't have anything to post about, except for my recent birthday, but that's already been done twice by my Dad and Uncle Ben. Just because the Mall Diva posted approximately 5,000,000 times about her birthday last year, that doesn't give me an excuse to do the same.

ANYWAY, I propose an open thread (the first ever done by me, so excuse me if it's not good).

So — Ta-dah! — Tiger Lilly's First Open Thread: (post a comment below on any subject that you want.)

Ciao for now!

Today is Valentines Day, and although I received chocolate, I am not happy. At first your thoughts might be: "Okay, she's selfish," but once I give you my reason, you'll understand.

Our cat was very sick. He had failing kidneys, and today we had to end his suffering. At 9:07 am today, Felix left us. Mall Diva, Reverend Mother, and I were all there, crying our eyes out.

Felix has always been a huge part of our family. Always there, yowling for food, or coming up and hogging your lap, purr motor running at full speed sound. Black fur over one eye, white over the other, it made him look like he had an eye patch.

I know that there is a time when everything must die, but why today? Felix was the best cat anyone could ask for, and the only pet we have with a real name (just ask our guinea pig, Piggy-wiggy; or our parakeet, Birdy-wirdy, or Birdles). If there was a way I could bring him back to full health forever, I would do it.

We all loved Felix, and I will miss him forever.

Ciao for now,
Tiger Lilly

Last weekend I went to see the movie Eragon with my mom. I love the first two books in the series (Eragon and Eldest) by Christopher Paolini, but I'd give the movie 1 out of 5 stars. In other words, it sped through the book extremely fast, it didn't even put all the important parts of the book into the movie, the characers sucked, and the Raz'aac are supposed to look like pigs!!! *pant, pant*

Review of the Characters:
Eragon: Sappy, not very photogenic, very full of himself
Aria: Ugly
Brom: He was the best character
Murtagh: He looks cool wth his cloak on and his hood up, but otherwise...*cough, cough*
Derze: Extremely ugly, so ugly that he should go around with a bag over his face.

I really suggest you read the books before watching the movie so you don't get biased against the stories. Maybe if they hadn't sped through the book and had put more of the important parts in the movie it wouldn't have sucked. But they didn't, and it did.

Ciao for now!