This is just disregarding all my readers and onto mark
of course my blog is exaggerated. its a blog. not historical account of everything in history :P
and its called utter CRAP.
thats c-r-a-p, meaning not true.
second, u no why there r no buckteeth oh the santas? b/c our mother threw them out, as i said, as it wasnt 'appropriate.' haha didnt u see nanna nd dad nd evry1 looking for the clear white napkins? i seem to recall you throwing a tantrum at that time b/c you werent abe to capture ho-oh on ur pokemon game :P
and it was more than one game - record breaking wise. ur just annoyed coz u were trying for like 15 mins and could only get half his high score. so blah :k
nd i no mum isnt sure if i need crutches, thats why i dont have them.
i blog on the cuff mark, i dont write essays and do itmethodically, jus w/e pops into my head.
besides which only my friends read this nd half of them think its 'utter crap' anyw., which is why its CALLED utter crap.
hehe mark i think ur forgetting how long i've been debating for :P
but if ur that immasculinated by my blog, thats fine.
ill stoop blogging :)
and id ask u now but ur too busy chuicking a tantrum to dad about smth trivial, as per usual.
byee :)
Monday, April 5, 2010
EASTER
I have had a most interesting Easter.
To start off with, on Friday, I soaked vegetables in preparation for our annual Easter family gathering.
Do not underestimate this, soaking vegetables is amazingly fun.
I probably wasted too much water splashing people with said vegetables, but still. It’s especially fun when u leave them in a huge tub thingo (of water, obviously) and come back the day after and just gently poke it. It was like a tidal wave. Needless to say, my mother was not amused.
And that was Friday.
Saturday involved more ‘cooking’, but not of the soaking type. This was 100% more fun than soaking vegetables (I know it’s hard to believe, but bear with me).
I made...
... CAKES!
...Ok, my mother made it, I licked the bowl. But without my assistance I doubt things would have gone so smoothly.
Anyway after our (her) slaving away we (she) managed to make 6 different types of desserts J
And to be fair, I did do more than just lick the bowl. I was allowed to crack eggs b/c that’s so much fun, AND I kept Mark away from all the chocolate and stuff. So :k
Sunday was EASTER!
This was a day of revelations. For starters, I actually went to church. And I NEVER go to church. Then I came home and had to decorate the house in a festive manner. I was in charge of napkins.
I couldn’t find any napkins that weren’t leftovers from Christmas (a jolly Santa face).
So I used my initiative to make them more Easter-themed. This involved getting a permanent marker and drawing buckteeth on each of the Santa’s. My quick wit and clever thinking were not well received, and we were in the middle of a napkin crisis, as it would be improper to serve bucktooth Santa napkins.
We used old fashioned cloth napkins. I offered to demonstrate some more of my elegant artistic skills on them, but my mother kindly informed me my services were no longer needed.
(I may have sugar coated her speech)
I proceeded to take a well needed nap.
When I woke up the guests arrived. There was all that crap talking for about 1 hour until we ate, and after we ate we myself, Mark, Tim, and our cousins boyfriend (it’s not that hard, try to keep up) played a v. Violent game of soccer. And my cousins boyfriend is 21, remember. (I beat all his high scores on all his iPod apps. He was a-n-n-o-y-e-d, but it’s not my fault I’m naturally gifted).
While we were playing this violent game of soccer he ended up fracturing my foot.
Yes, a 21 year old MALE fractured MY (an innocent, fragile 14 year old girls) foot. And that’s at the least – haha mum said it could be broken. I could sue. But apparently he doesn’t have much money. So I’ll be generous....
For the time being.
Lol it didn’t even hurt when the bone snapped. (Or cracked. But it sounds better when I say snapped). So I didn’t think it was broken until the next morning when i attempted to walk and was like OH HOLY MOTHER OF GOD (:
So now I’m crippled. I cannot walk :)
And that is my Easter
I hope yours was as eventful and entertaining (although probably not as painful) as mine was (:
And now I’m looking forward to Garbo and movies starring Miley Cyrus (:P) on.. Wednesday and Caroline’s on Sunday.
And if you’re reading this and going to Garbo, you need to wait up while i hobble along behind you b/c I don’t get crutches until like Friday I think b/c my mum doesn’t want to buy them from anywhere other than her pharmacy, which she won’t be visiting till Friday or Saturday.
Toodles!
To start off with, on Friday, I soaked vegetables in preparation for our annual Easter family gathering.
Do not underestimate this, soaking vegetables is amazingly fun.
I probably wasted too much water splashing people with said vegetables, but still. It’s especially fun when u leave them in a huge tub thingo (of water, obviously) and come back the day after and just gently poke it. It was like a tidal wave. Needless to say, my mother was not amused.
And that was Friday.
Saturday involved more ‘cooking’, but not of the soaking type. This was 100% more fun than soaking vegetables (I know it’s hard to believe, but bear with me).
I made...
... CAKES!
...Ok, my mother made it, I licked the bowl. But without my assistance I doubt things would have gone so smoothly.
Anyway after our (her) slaving away we (she) managed to make 6 different types of desserts J
And to be fair, I did do more than just lick the bowl. I was allowed to crack eggs b/c that’s so much fun, AND I kept Mark away from all the chocolate and stuff. So :k
Sunday was EASTER!
This was a day of revelations. For starters, I actually went to church. And I NEVER go to church. Then I came home and had to decorate the house in a festive manner. I was in charge of napkins.
I couldn’t find any napkins that weren’t leftovers from Christmas (a jolly Santa face).
So I used my initiative to make them more Easter-themed. This involved getting a permanent marker and drawing buckteeth on each of the Santa’s. My quick wit and clever thinking were not well received, and we were in the middle of a napkin crisis, as it would be improper to serve bucktooth Santa napkins.
We used old fashioned cloth napkins. I offered to demonstrate some more of my elegant artistic skills on them, but my mother kindly informed me my services were no longer needed.
(I may have sugar coated her speech)
I proceeded to take a well needed nap.
When I woke up the guests arrived. There was all that crap talking for about 1 hour until we ate, and after we ate we myself, Mark, Tim, and our cousins boyfriend (it’s not that hard, try to keep up) played a v. Violent game of soccer. And my cousins boyfriend is 21, remember. (I beat all his high scores on all his iPod apps. He was a-n-n-o-y-e-d, but it’s not my fault I’m naturally gifted).
While we were playing this violent game of soccer he ended up fracturing my foot.
Yes, a 21 year old MALE fractured MY (an innocent, fragile 14 year old girls) foot. And that’s at the least – haha mum said it could be broken. I could sue. But apparently he doesn’t have much money. So I’ll be generous....
For the time being.
Lol it didn’t even hurt when the bone snapped. (Or cracked. But it sounds better when I say snapped). So I didn’t think it was broken until the next morning when i attempted to walk and was like OH HOLY MOTHER OF GOD (:
So now I’m crippled. I cannot walk :)
And that is my Easter
I hope yours was as eventful and entertaining (although probably not as painful) as mine was (:
And now I’m looking forward to Garbo and movies starring Miley Cyrus (:P) on.. Wednesday and Caroline’s on Sunday.
And if you’re reading this and going to Garbo, you need to wait up while i hobble along behind you b/c I don’t get crutches until like Friday I think b/c my mum doesn’t want to buy them from anywhere other than her pharmacy, which she won’t be visiting till Friday or Saturday.
Toodles!
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