“It is the duty of every citizen according to his
best capacities to give validity to his
convictions in political affairs.”

- Albert Einstein

Hi, sorry I’ve been away so long.

Dad said that I can do my own challenging words, so here’s one:

Picklewiener!

Ha! Just kidding. Here's my real word:

Orts, n.
Fragments; pieces

Imagine using that word in everyday conversations. “Hey, Ted, would you hand me that little ort of glass right there, please?”

“Riiight. What’s an ort?”

“Well, an ort is a (see above). Now give me the ort, you picklewiener!!! O.K., O.K., hold on a minute! Someone needs anger management classes!”

Weird, huh? It even sounds weird. It’s one of those words where if you say it too many times, you forget what it means. Ort, ort, ort, ort, ort, ort, ort, ort, ort, ort. What does ort mean again? Oh, yeah (see above).

So that’s my challenging word. Well I guess it’s more weird than challenging. Maybe it’ll be challenging to remember.

Ciao for now!
Tiger Lilly

I went to see the Chronicles of Narnia a few days ago, so here is my movie review:

The movie was pretty good, but I liked Lord of the Rings waaay better. Some parts of Narnia are kind of sappy, like the part where Peter is about to go into battle and he shouts “For Narnia!!” like he’s got his nose plugged or something. The grown-up King Edmund was ugly, but grown-up King Peter was cute. And Susan was really pretty. The woman who played the White Witch played the part really well. She’s a good actor.

I was a little disappointed in how they showed Aslan. I thought he was kind of ugly. His face was really long, and his mane reaches to about the middle of his back. Was it just me or does it seem like the whole movie was based on something out of the Bible? Or at least it was based on a book that was based on the Bible, if that makes any sense to you.

Speaking (well, not really) of things that have to do with winter, me, my sister, and my mom went cross-country skiing yesterday. It was my first time and I fell down about 500,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 times. I think even Mr. Tumnus could have done a better job! This one hill was especially tough and every time I tried to get up, I’d fall back down again. I was so mad at that hill. (Call that senseless anger, but I was really frustrated.) Mom only fell down once or twice.

On the trail we saw a guy that was also skiing that helped us/me. He didn't say what his name was, but he was flirting with mom. *wolf whistle*. He gave mom his card, and he wrote his home number on it. He's a dentist (Dad said something about that being a lucky thing for that guy, whatever that means). He did tell me how to go up steep hills and how to slow down when I turn while going downhill.

I’m not sure if I want to go cross-country skiing again. I think one thing is for certain - if we go again my Dad's coming!

Ciao for now!

(Note: Tiger Lilly is my youngest daughter who has “come home” to the family blog after blogging on the MAWB Squad (which is on hiatus). Samples of her previous posts can be found here, here, here, here, here and here. NW)