Look Down February 22, 2010

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We’re Off To See The Wizard! The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz… February 21, 2010

When you hear the words “The Wizard of Oz,” what pops into your head? *Ruby slippers?* A yapping little black dog? The yellow brick road? For me, it’s the book.

I’ve never actually seen the movie “The Wizard of Oz,” but I’ve just finished the first book in L. Frank Baum’s series (I guess it’s a series, I’ve recently gotten the next one at the library).

The book was wonderful! Light-hearted and totally original, this is another favorite of mine!

Onto the Favorite List it goes!

The First Horse I See

The Indian In the Cupboard

The Harry Potters

The Graveyard Book

My Side of the Mountain

The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane

Charlotte’s Web

and…

The Wizard of Oz

I accidently forgot to add My Side of the Mountain, Charlotte’s Web, and The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane to an earlier blog post showing my favorites, so I apologize. They’ve been best-loved since 1st grade.

Tip: READING STILL MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND. AND ROUND. AND MAKE HER SMILE

*In L. Frank Baum’s original novel “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz,”  Dorothy wore silver shoes. The movie’s creators changed them from silver to ruby to take advantage of the chromatic possibilities of the new Technicolor film process.*

Long Time, No Post! February 20, 2010

Hey everyone!!! It’s been a while since we’ve caught up.

Last Saturday, my Mom, Dad, and I were at a Classic Car Show.

Recently I’ve shown an interest in cars. When my mom and I are in our SUV (her name is Celeste, donned by her mommy), I always point out excitedly what each car company is.

“Toyota!…Saturn! No, Suzuki?… Ford (duh)!… Oooh, Audi!!!… MOMMY, A BMW x5!” I would exclaim, which led to getting on my mother’s nerves, pointed out by an “Okay, I get it!”.
After skimming through the local  newspaper, I found an ad for a Classic Car Show followed by  an ad for Ostrich and Camel Racing (“Ugh, imagine how cruel they are to those poor animals!” my mom and I say). Elated, I hurry over to my dad to whine and beg to go.

“Sure,” he says, studying The New York Times, “You like cars, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” I say, nodding.

“Well, then we’ll go, it’ll be fun.” he said, and returned to the paper.

I didn’t really think we’d go, though, because since my family is so busy during the week, all they want to do is throw themselves upon the bed, watch TV, and sleep on the weekend. I feel the same way -partly- but would rather be up – and – about than asking Mother Info repetitively if I could blog on her laptop. This is considered “nudgy,” so I give up and watch Jeopardy with mom and dad.

But, here we are, Mother Info, Father Info, and the Info Tween on our way to the Show!

Long line…

“These are the cars? What kind of car show is this?” my mom jokes, pointing at the  frumpy Ford in front of us.

When we finally got to the grassy parking lot (infested with mustache/beard- clad men who “looked like they haven’t showered in years”), we saw some Classic Caddies peeking out from behind rusting trailers. We were welcomed by shouting women holding signs for donations to Cancer Research. After donating, we strode in, surrounded by Volkswagens, Cadillacs, and Mustangs.

I was in awe. Overwhelmed, I immediately rushed to the closest Volkswagen, familiar territory. It was beautiful, my new dream car. Throughout the whole trip, it hung in my mind like a bat to a cave.

After a while, cars started to look the same.

Oh, look, a Caddilac.

There’s another one…

But then you’re surprised by an adorable Volkswagen Hippie Van. I love Hippie Vans. Who doesn’t want one? You can live in it, but it isn’t as unwieldy as an RV. You can drive it, but it doesn’t blend in the crowd. Sure, it smells like Woodstock and Ovaltine, but it’s awesome, right?

Really? Another Caddy?

“I’m hungry,” my mom complained immaturely.

“Yeah, me, too,” I piped in.

“Where’s the food?”

Enough with the cars!”

“The only reason we came here was for the darn food.”

“Ugh, come on!”

Fed up, my father took the parent roll and guided us to the food tents.

We went to a Mexican food set-up, the heat beating down on my fair skin making my head throb. I did not want a taco right now when I felt like I could faint. A little girl in pig tails skipped by, sucking on ice lemonade. Daddy?!!!!

I was defeated, and my parents, since I “had not eaten all day,” practically forced a warm cilantro covered taco down my throat. Head ache+Sun+Car Exhaust+Cilantro=Nausea. So the rest of the show sucked.

But, I’ve still got adorable Volkswagens to cheer me up.

Awesome Photos Taken By Mother Info

Tip: DON’T EAT CILANTRO WHEN IT’S 5,000,000 DEGREES OUT; IT RUINS EVERYTHING

February 13, 2010

Okay, I’m bored. We have a 4-day weekend because of President’s Day, and I think something else, and it really sucks. I miss school!

Okay, so my birthday is coming up, and that’s all I can think about. Will it be good? Will it be boring? Will I get good presents?

So for my birthday, I’m going to have a party!!! I haven’t had a party in years, so I’m really happy. It will be at a movie theater, and we’ll have an hour for a party before the movie we will see. Guess what movie we’re going to watch!…

If you guessed “Alice In Wonderland” from that exceptionally obvious hint, then you are correct! And not only am I going to see Alice In Wonderland, but it will be in 3-D. Everyone will be laughing, having fun, and getting jacked up on Cookie Dough Bites and Swedish Fish. I’ll even get the present of my dreams, Peanut the Royal Blue Ty Beanie Baby Elephant.

Amazing birthday, huh?

But none of the above will probably happen because I can’t decide who to invite. I have 1… 2… 3 definite people I want to invite. But have you ever had a party with 3 other people? Yippy-ky-yay no way! That isn’t a party, but a gathering of close friends. I’ve got to invite more people…

If only I had the Imagination Movers! “This isn’t just a problem! It’s an idea emergency!”

February 10, 2010

I love random facts! I’ll look on the internet and find some really cool facts! They’re unbelievable…but sometimes so unbelievable that they may not be true!

The word “queue” is the only word in the English language that is still pronounced the same way when the last four letters are removed.

Beetles taste like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms  like fried bacon.

Of all the words in the English language, the word ‘set’ has the most definitions!

“Almost” is the longest word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.

“Rhythm” is the longest English word without a vowel.

In 1386, a pig in France was executed by public hanging for the murder of a child

A cockroach can live several weeks with its head cut off!

Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete.

The elephant is the only mammal  that can’t jump!

Women blink nearly twice as much as men.

Honey is the only food that does not spoil. Honey found in the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archaeologists and found edible. Coca-Cola would be green if colouring weren’t added to it. On average a hedgehog’s  heart beats 300 times a minute. The average lead pencil will draw a line 35 miles long or write approximately 50,000 English words. Owls are the only birds who can see the colour blue.A man named Charles Osborne had the hiccups for 69 years! Manatees possess vocal chords which give them the ability to speak like humans, but don’t do so because they have no ears with which to hear the sound. The typewriter was invented by Hungarian immigrant Qwert Yuiop, who left his “signature” on the keyboard. Interesting, right?

February 10, 2010

Reader, do you have a safety blanket of some sort? A pacifier when your crying, a teddy to hug, to cherish and to love? Ooh, that rhymed, I’m having such a fun time! Oh, gosh, I’ve done it again! I’m stuck in the annoying, chronic rhyming den!..

Ok. I’ve pulled myself out of that annoying-corny-rhyming-spaz attack.

But, do you? A teddy bear, a blanky, or perhaps…a bunny?

There is a very important floppy-eared man in my life. Yes. My beautiful boy. I don’t want to show him on here or give his name, he specifically asked me not to.

So, I’ll paint a picture with my words: I think he used to a brighter shade of pastel pink, yellow, and slight green. The color of Smarties candies all mushed together and slathered onto his fuzzy, cuddly body.

His once bleach-white muzzle is now gray from years of love.

I think he used to have yarn whiskers, but I went through a faze where I wanted to cut or trim everything, so  they might’ve been cut off.

The great thing is, he doesn’t have that many stains. You know, the usual I-just-spilled-my-soda-on-my-teddy stain hither and thither. He has big, wide brown eyes.

His ears are huge and go past his elbows.

His nose, which I think used to be velvety, is a baby pink plastic mess: he says he’s broken it a couple of times from hopping and falling (he’s a bunny, I should expect it).

He hates being naked, and since I spilled crud on his long blue shirt (which makes him look like a hospital patient), he’s borrowing one of my old shirts. It’s huge on him, but better than his birthday suit alone.

His rigid stitched-on smile puts one on my face. He’s just wonderful.

I got him one day at Ross in a bin of Easter stuffed animals. His nose poked out hopefully from beneath the sea of ducks, chicks, and other rabbits. He was snuffling out a good mommy, and I was quick to volunteer.

I’ve had him for years and years, and am so happy that I get to go to sleep at night with him. Some kids think it immature of me to be sleeping with a bunny. Heck no! Is loving something, and wanting to be with it immature? I don’t know what world that’s true in, but it’s not mine.

Ok, I have to go, dinner is ready, the enticing smell of rice pulling me away from the keyboard. GTG, post ya l8r!!!

Tip: FIND SOMEONE YOU CAN ALWAYS DEPEND ON AND LOVE FOREVER

Football… February 8, 2010

Strike? Goal? Home run? No, no, no. Touchdown. Yeah, that’s it.

As you’ve probably figured out, I know nothing about sports, especially football.

A couple of weeks ago, my chronically PMS enduring P.E. teacher announced that we were doing football.

“But, Ms. Teacherface, I suck at football!” I protested.

“So do I, but I have to!” she responded in her high-pitched voice.

“Ughhhh,” came from my mouth, and I walked away, complaining to my BFF.

“Football?!” she exclaimed.

“I know, right?” I sighed.

“I’m really bad at that.”

“So am I.”

Rea-lly?” she said sarcastically, a famous line of hers.

The next time we had P.E., I sucked as was expected.

When the ball was passed to me (which seldom happened because the rest of my suckish team knew I was the #1 Suckerama Queen), I “fumbled,” and the other team jeered. I just make jokes and cheer on the other team.

When I’m quarterback, I always get too close to the Center, and people laugh. When I’m Center, I apparently pass it incorrectly and Ms. Teacherface scolds me.

When she scolds me about how to do physical stuff, I reprimand her about her grammar. When she says “anyways,” I’m right there to pipe up, “It’s ‘anyway,’ not ‘anyways.’” She would roll her eyes and say “whatever,” and I say loudly in front of her to my BFF, “Ooh, attitude!” Which is followed by a nervous giggle from my friend and, “Shh, your gonna get in trouble!”

Hey, she hates me already.

Basically, I suck at sports. Besides horseback riding, but I haven’t done that in months… :’(

So, THE SAINTS WON!!!

Reader, you’re probably wondering why I’m so excited if I know zilch and zippo about sports, and I’ll tell you why. Two reasons: My dad wanted the Saints to win, so I’m automatically on Daddy’s side. Numero dos, because my “ex-boyfriend”* wanted the Colts to win, so I want the Saints to win x2.

And, since Kim Kardasian is dating Reggie Bush, I guess that gives me a 3rd reason.

I can’t wait to see how Mr. Ex will try to cover up the fact that his team didn’t win. He’ll find a way, he’s arrogant.

*I put quotes around ex boyfriend because we liked each other before, but we were too young to say “boyfriend and girlfriend”. I just said that so it would be faster. *

GTG, post ya later!

Tip: LEARN YOU’RE SPORTS

MJ Forever February 7, 2010

Image via Wikipedia

I miss him. The legend. The king. The King of Pop. He left us on the sad day of June 25, 2010. I was hit with the somber news when my mom decided to turn on the radio (which she never does), and a deep voice announced, “Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, has been pronounced dead.”

“Oh, no,” said my mother with a frown. My brother’s mouth hung open dumbly, and I quickly snapped at him that he didn’t really care and to stop being so melodramatic.

Immediately, my mom told me all about the illustrious man; his talent, his charitable nature, his being misunderstood, and how he never got have a normal life. My heart broke as I listened, and I wanted to hear all of the songs my mother illustrated in a choked voice.

We were silent all the way home, almost standing vigilance for the Pop Icon. When I got home I went straight to the computer, visited the dangerous Youtube website and searched “Michael Jackson”. The first song I listened to I do not remember. I think it was either “Rock With You” or “Don’t Stop ‘Till You Get Enough”.

I loved it, and when I went to sleep that night I dreamed of moonwalking and toe-balancing. I wanna rock with you (all night). I wanna dance you into day (sunlight)! I wanna rock with you (all night). Wanna dance the night away…

Did you watch his memorial? Did tears poor out of your eyes like mine? They did.

When I watched poor Paris on the stage surrounded by her family, a clump of mournful people in black attire, my heart broke. Paris. She is so beautiful, and I felt so bad for her, and you could feel her saying to Daddy that she really loved him.

Now, my ringtone: P.Y.T. Walls: Plastered with poster of Thriller, Off the Wall, and This Is It. My heart: MJ.

You may say that we have to wave goodbye to MJ, and all we have are tears in our eyes and a withered bouquet of flowers. No. We still have Michael. We still have his love in our hearts, we are still loving to others for Michael; we listen to his music for him. He would want that.

Beanie Babies February 6, 2010

Reader, have you ever heard of a polyester and P.E. pellet filled wonder called a “Beanie Baby”? With their soft fur, and their cute heart shaped swing tags with “Ty” proudly printed upon them, my heart melts just at the thought of one.

These lovely little babies come in Beanie Buddy, Beanie Baby, and Teenie Beanie (created for McDonald’s Happy Meals). I collect them, and own probably over 70 of these pint-sized puppies. Ty is known for its signature bear, with a round face, small beady eyes, a long legs and pointed feet.

I entered the “Ty Design A Valentine Contest,” with this poem:  

Dearest Ty Beanie Baby,

I love you as high as the sky and as wide as the seas,

From the skies with Buzzie the Bee, to the big blue sea,

With the fish, Lips! All I want is a big old kiss!

From the heart tag on your ear, angels singing is all I hear.

So, beloved, hear my cry:

“Always, and forever, Ty!”

I mean, I thought it was pretty good for the minute it took me. I just got a big dissapointment when I visited the Ty website and saw all of the lucky winners… none happened to be me. Oh well, at least I tried!

~AaBbCcDdEeFfGgHhIiJjKkLlMmNnOoPpQqRrSsTtUuVvWwXxYyZz!~ Sorry, the kindergardener within me just broke out of its shell and unleashed itself through my fingers and onto the keyboard.

Anyway, so do you have any hobbies, reader? Are you an avid collector like me? If so, leave some comments and tell me what you love!

Tip: IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING, GO FOR IT world.ty.com

The Graveyard Book February 5, 2010

Hello, faithful readers! I’ve just finished an amazing and chilling novel called, “The Graveyard Book,” written by Neil Gaiman, who made “Coraline”.

This book’s main character is Nobody “Bod” Owens, an adopted boy of the graveyard on the hill. It all starts when the reader follows a dark man named Jack’s pursuit of an infant, to end a life that threatens a part of his. A chill runs up your spine as you read the thoughts of the malicious killer, and your heart softens as you read the part where Bod is held in the ghostly arms of his adopted mother. Through out the book, Bod grows up to be a young man, and even goes into a mausoleum where he experiences The Sleer. “What is ‘The Sleer?’” you ask inquisitively. Well, you’ll just have to wander around the graveyard with Bod, discovering all the stories at every corner.

I loved this book, so descriptive and original. This goes up with my other favorites:

The First Horse I See

The Indian in the Cupboard

Harry Potter

and…

Tada!!! The Graveyard Book

Even though The Graveyard Book may be fantastic, I have to tell you, The First Horse I See is my all time favorite! I had read it probably around the 1st grade, and I still love it, because I love horses. -

Ok, gtg, dinner is ready! Mom’s a callin’, post you later!!!

Tip: READING BOOKS MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND