Here is my happy momma. She requested oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and a clean table. So that's what I did, and dad gave her a lovely extendable back scratcher.
Thanks a billion mom! We love your happy spirit and great food and amazing knitting creations!
I also love moments like these. I am scared of going on a field trip to King's Dominion with all my friends at the end of the year, but I have a lovely time just sitting here at the table with my mom.
Hi, all.
Well... I've got some late news.
Our poor Petey is gone.
He had cancer. He got sick. We had to go put him down.
We miss him a lot. Life seems a lot different. It's been a couple days now, so we all feel more regular. We feel okay now. But he is definitely missed.
To you, Pete. You were the most wonderful cat I have ever seen on this earth. Have a good next life, whichever one you are on now.
Well, I've gotta say, this post is pretty over-due. Was it a week ago? No, it was two weeks ago that I got to actually meet with another of my own kind! Liza is the author of the blog Tales From the Flatlands, which, if you were to get "all fancy", provides a delightful insight into the world of the typical pre-adolescent. She does book reviews in Stone Soup magazine!
Oh, it was fun. We ate brunch at a little, well, brunch place, and discussed the meaning of life and many other philosophical theories as we sipped tea and smiled smugly for the camera.
No, seriously, it was great!
The pancakes were good, topics of school and general life lingered about, and afterwards we wrapped it up with some mindless wandering about the shops. In all, a good experience.
And so, at this moment, the easy cheesy pie is complete. And I have a gap in the day to sit. Friend Lindsay is here as well... she wanted to see the tedius and incipid process (new vocabulary) of posting. This is Lindsay:
I am writing on a blog that isn't mine. :) farwell sweet minions
We are an odd bunch we are.
La la la la...
Oh, by the way this is now Zoe.
First off...
Fathers day breakfast! Mum and I made blueberry pancakes (from a Trader Joe's mix, of course) and gave dad a beer mug printed with pictures (mom's gift) and a "calendar" full of drawings of cats that I made. Now don't we all seem so wholesome.
We also went to the little town in Mt. Airy. On Saturday.
This was actually quite a trip involving a picnic at a winery with a friend from the Philippines. Thank you for coming out! We really enjoyed it!
And we saw Deja Vu. I am just obsessed with these little towns and their fantasy-like funky dress shops. This one, in particular was filled with gems and jewels and feathers beyond your heart's desire. I'd have more detailed pictures but we (and I'm still kicking myself for this) forgot our camera and had to use J's... another thing I must thank her for. (click to enlarge)
Yes, very expensive, but I can't get enough. Perhaps we can find more and make it a summer scrapbook project...
Well... every year we drive up to Toot's place....
Her house in itself is a sanctuary that could be featured in some artsy magazine that goggles over vintage grandma-y houses.
Here we are safe.
That is, until the party starts...
Do wee ones perhaps need some stability, some structure? Some structure to climb? We understand that they like water and back rubs that are actually kind of ticklish, and undivided attention. We understand this, and lets just hope we're up for it.
And even if we're not, well, they're not going away...
In all, hamburgers and an actual lawn that you can run through without tiptoeing or checking where your feet are constantly is heavenly.
And then there's that moment at 9:30 pm when you're out of milk... oops, better run down to the Shop 'n Save. The Shop n' Save with big red letters that illuminate the parking lot in a dull red. The Shop n' Save that, from the inside, looks like it hasn't changed since the 1980's, and the clerks haven't either. Except for that one college student who's overly tattooed... Quaint and slightly unsettling music plays in the background.
Ah yes, the drive home.
This tart was only entertainment for a few minutes. The rest were filled with nausea, boredom, and the occasional anxiety moment where you feel like you have to get out of the car or else.
And we eventually end here, at our neighborhood pool which has finally opened. Cold, but with 90 degree weather (it's May and spring has already passed) that won't stop us.
At school, kids say, "That's so G." "G" means, in lazier terms, great.
So... staaaaaamps! Cool idea, eh? Sweet G I got your package, tore it open, and am absorbed in its contents. I am also making stamps. And loving my present.
Ta daaa! Oh, and nice wrapping paper by the way. Pete thought it was food, so it was liked by all.
I immediately ripped the case open and began to test the pens.
I also realize, how nice it is, to have someone to send art to. If you didn't, art would be piling up over the years and you'd eventually get buried. Well, besides that. Besides that, there's someone out there who appreciates it. Pen pals are fun.
More ear stuff: I may have, for the first time in my life, discovered an allergy of mine (besides pollen). To nickel! Waaaa! And, how thoughtful of them to do so, every earring contains it. So, if it's true, am I doomed? My 14-karrot gold has betrayed me.
Well, on precisely January 27, I turned 13. And didn't really feel the whole affect of it. I mainly spent the day screaming my head off on the sledding hill.
It is a wonderlandout here. We went to school on tuesday... uhm.... and that was about it! Horray! The days were full of wet knee socks and trips to the town center and hot co-coa by, I'm sure, the gallon.
Thank you mum for the bee-ew-tee-ful card! It brings sunshine to our house even though we want the snow to stay. I got some knee socks that glow in the dark, the Tales of Beedle the Bard, and many other crafty wizardry things... a cook book...
Then came the party. Remember this? Well, the party did happen, and successfully, I am proud to announce.
We decorated T-shirts with T-shirt paint. Glow-in-the-dark fun fancyful kind. And ate strawberries by the ton. And listened to the Beatles. And watched "the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants".
Crazy us.
(non-exclamation words used as exclamations)
Some people are sleepover people. They order pizza, go to the skating rink, rent a couple dozen movies, make popcorn, and top off the morning with the sweet smell of chocolate chip pancakes.
Our family is not exactly "sleepover people", but will host one every now and then. Like this weekend. Sure, there's something kind of magical about getting to sleep by the window in the living room with the space heater on, and having a cat cuddle up to you at three AM... but that's probably about it.
I drew this comic about ten minutes before the friend came, and about thirty seconds after the event that triggered it happened. (click to enlarge)
Thank you papa, for the lucky charms and sunday comics, and thank you mum, for the pizza.
