a day as my sister

me and my sister don't get along very well sometimes, so i decided that i would look at what she has to go through every day and hopefully gain some perspective on why she says and does certain things. so here's the daily story from my sister's point of view:

my alarm goes off at 6 a.m. every morning, and i never, ever push the snooze button. my mornings run a tight schedule, and i hate when it gets messed up. my morning ritual is as follows:
1- wake up at 6 and practice my piano
2- get in the shower (if i didn't the night before)
3- get dressed in the clothes i picked out the night before
4- do my hair and makeup
5- eat breakfast
6- enjoy a ride in the old rocket w/ my crazy, loud, obnoxious siblings who constantly tease me

after i get to school, i talk in the halls with my "friends" who are happy that day. the boys are just plain stupid, as all junior high boys are, so i don't like being around them. and some girls in my class are bipolar, so i never know when they're going to ignore me, or when they want to be friends. so i just talk to the people who seem like they're in a good mood, since i don't really have a best friend.

one of my teachers doesn't like me, i swear. he wouldn't let me give my report when i asked, then gave extra credit to the girl who he picked to go first. he also gave me detention for being late, even though he never gives detention to people who are late every day.

at lunch time, i just starve, since i am a pretty picky eater. i'm starving for the rest of the day, and get in a grouchy mood from not eating.

after going to school and dealing w/ my stupid "friends" and dumb teacher, i have to go home with a sometimes grumpy sister and brother who don't share their food in the pickup. so then i get angry because they are so selfish, and i snap at everything they say. then when i get home, my mom gets mad at me for being grumpy, and she has to ask me if i'm "doing my part to make our home a happy one."

when i finally get some food in my stomach, everyone teases me about being moody because i switched from mad to happy so fast. i don't bother to tell them about my day at school, because they'd probably just tell me to be nice to my friends, even if they're mean to me; and that the teacher doesn't hate me; and that if i was really hungry, i would eat the lunchroom's food.

my day ends on that note, and i go to bed. only to start the whole process over the next day.

the less than average ____________ (fill in correct name for a sentence that starts w/ the same letter)

• tangy tropical trees tangle together tonight


• many moms mumble morbidly and melt macaroni marbles


• candy corn crumbles causing kooky cranes to crack


• yellow yaks yodle yet yearn to yell yucky yoyos


• doggy doo doo does devasting disastrous damage


• frumpy frogs frown from frilly frocks full for fumble


• amazing alligators anticipate aftershock afternoons


• silly serpents slither silently sassing slyly


• porcupines prick pigs producing piercing peals


• giraffe genders jump on jumbled juniper juice


• little lilly laughs loudly licking lollipop licorice


• vicious vans venture very vigorously


• horace heaves heavy herfords having hefty herfords


• rosy reports radical responses resisting reverant radishes


• zulu zebras swindle zigzagging zesty zingers

i-can't-remember-the-name-poem

the
cell rings loud
from inside my bag.
it sounds off like a warning,
cautioning against heartache ahead.
i am addicted to him,
so i choose better,
and let it
ring.


light
boom, crackle;
it is a show of
light dancing above the heads
of amazed onlookers who wait for
the next fire flower to
have its moment of
glory and
fame


a
b, c, d,
sweetly sings the boy.
his voice is soft, innocent,
pure. not yet infilterated with
the harsh slang that comes with age.
but soon the song is
sung no more.
z.

*^*food*^*

• if you think about it, food is really quite gross. for example, we eat the muscles of other animals. not only do we eat it, but we go to expensive restaurants to have it cooked to perfection. and then some of us eat the muscle nearly raw, with blood oozing out of it. or in restaurant lingo, we eat it rare.
  
• we also eat things that come out of a bird!!! how gross! eggs are very, very disgusting to me. when i eat them, i try not to think where they came from, or what they were supposed to be. yuck!
  
• and then, crazy people eat things like cavier and es cargo. who in the world decided to eat snails? or fish eggs of all things? slimy, slithery, mucusy, snails do not sound appetizing to me.
  
• plants and vegetables are also weird things to put in your mouth. carrots, potatoes, radishes, lettuce, corn; all of these grow from the dirt, which is full of worms and feces and bugs. so why, if all of these things are so disgusting,do we stuff these things in our bodies?

i couldn't think of an idea for a post, so i decided to take some words and write little descriptions or sayings by using the letters that make up that word. for example:

O- only enjoy the
R- rich
E- everlasting goodness
O- of an oreo

G- giddy/ bored
I- independent/ needy
R- ready/ hesitant
L- loving/ rejecting

B- builds on the base of a girl's affection
O- overcomes his fear by embracing it
Y- yeilds to the comments of harsh friends

H- hallways
I- invite
G- gossip, and
H- help

S- sayings
C- clutter
H- heads
O- of
O- overly eager
L- listeners

things my grandpas get teased about

• having a favorite child


• having favorite grandchildren (the favorite child's children)


• his deaf ears


• the names he calls his wife


• his defensiveness


• how he doesn't finish a story when no one listens to the 1st sentence


• his bad stomach......ew


• his dentures


• his facial expressions- wide, open mouth being the main one


• his weird sayings, ex: "it's rainin' harder than a cow peein' on a flat rock"


• his loud, loud, talking because he can't hear


• how short he is


• not sleeping with his wife


• his gimp- he used to ride bulls:)

sunday meetings

some of the things you see and hear in church need to be recorded for posterity. today, i observed the people around me, and realized how irreverent church actually is. the 1st thing i noticed was about 5 men sleeping. some had their mouths open, some were upright, some were hunched over, but all were asleep. the 2nd thing i noticed was how loud it is in our meeting. there are lots of crying babies, whispering, toddlers playing with toys, snacks being passed out by weary mothers, etc. then the speaker is trying to talk above the noise and every once in a while the microphone dies, which causes a static noise.
one little boy in particular was very tired of church today. i would say he's about 1 1/2, so he gets pretty restless. his mom tries to keep him occupied, but he eventually gets bored with his toys and starts trying to get out in the aisle. so she handed him his bowl of froot loops and let him go. he started shaking the bowl and spinning at the same time, but 1 year olds don't have much balance as most of us know. he got dizzy and ran head-on, face-first into the side of the pew. it was very entertaining for me and other people my age to watch, and it was hard to keep from laughing.
but, as all little boys do when they get hurt, he started screaming and wailing and kicking, so my little entertainer had be taken into the hall by his dad. i didn't have another distraction, so i had to pay attention for the rest of the meeting.