Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Wii mania
I have wanted to get a Wii for the longest time but have not been able to get my hands on one. The other night, I was at a friend's house and they had gotten Guitar Hero for the PS3 and so I was privileged to get to learn how to play the game. It is tons of fun and I can tell that I would be in trouble if I had it. Last night, we celebrated Christmas with Erin and Will at their house since they were in Houston on Christmas day. His parents gave them a Wii for Christmas and he and I were playing. I made my own Mii character that looks just like me. I kicked his butt in boxing and then we bowled. I beat him once, but he is pretty good to say the least. We played a few rounds and on one of them he got 7 or 8 strikes in a row, nearly a perfect game and me, well, I have never been a good bowler at all. But I think I started to get the hang of it and was playing decent. There was an incident, maybe two, in which a bowling ball nearly killed a couple of spectators, but the whole crowd just jumped up, cheered, and the game went on. I think I'm in trouble now that they have the Wii and they live just around the corner...
Friday, December 26, 2008
Bugsy
Kelly got me a bunny for Christmas! It is a tiny, sweet thing with the most beautiful markings and cutest face. I have had the hardest time choosing its name, but I have finally decided to call it Bugsy. I think it fits him well.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
God Bless Us, Everyone!
So, I like to read A Christmas Carol every year. It is a quick read and very inspiring. I decided to share some of my favorite excerpts from it...
"Man of the worldly mind!" replied the Ghost, "do you believe in me or not?"
"I do," said Scrooge. "I must. But why do spirits walk the earth, and why do they come to me?"
"It is required of every man," the Ghost returned, "that the spirit within him should walk abroad his fellow men, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to wander through the world- oh, woe is me!- and witness what it cannot share, and might have shared on earth, and turned to happiness!" . . .
"You are fettered," said Scrooge, trembling. "Tell me why?"
"I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it. Is its pattern strange to YOU?"
pages 31-32
"At this time of the rolling year," the spectre said, "I suffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of my fellow beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode? Were there no poor homes to which its light would have conducted ME!"
page 34
"I am a mortal," Scrooge remonstrated, "and liable to fall."
"Bear but a touch of my hand THERE," said the Spirit,laying it upon his heart,"and you shall be upheld in more than this!"
page 45
"A small matter," said the Ghost,"to make these silly folks so full of gratitude."
"Small!" echoed Scrooge.
The Spirit signed him to listen to the two apprentices, who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig: and when he had done so, said,
"Why! Is it not? He has spent but a few pounds of your mortal money: three or four perhaps. Is that so much that he deserves this praise?"
"It isn't that," said Scrooge, heated by the remark, and speaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self.
"It isn't that, Spirit. He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count 'em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it costs a fortune."
pages 57-58
"And how did little Tim behave?" asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content.
"As good as gold," said Bob, "and better.Somehow he gets thoughtful sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made the lame beggars walk and blind men see."
page 80
"Man," said the Ghost,"if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, and what men shall die? It may be that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. Oh God! to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust!"
Scrooge bent before the Ghost's rebuke, and trembling cast his eyes upon the ground.
page 84
It was a game called Yes and No, where Scrooge's nephew had to think of something, and the rest must find out what; he only answering to their questions yes or no as the case was. The brisk fire of questioning to which he was exposed, elicited from him that he was thinking of an animal, a live animal, rather a disagreeable animal, a savage animal, an animal that growled and grunted sometimes, and talked sometimes, and lived in London, and walked about the streets, and wasn't made a show of, and wasn't led by anybody, and didn't live in a menagerie, and was never killed in a market, and was not a horse, or an ass, or a cow, or a bull, or a tiger, or a dog, or a pig, or a cat, or a bear. At every fresh question that was put to him, this nephew burst into a fresh roar of laughter; and was so inexpressibly tickled, that he was obliged to get up off the sofa and stamp. At last the plump sister, falling into a similar state, cried out:
"I have found it out! I know what it is, Fred! I know what it is!"
"What is it?" cried Fred.
"It's your Uncle Scro-o-o-o-oge!"
Which it certainly was. Admiration was the universal sentiment, though some objected that the reply to "Is it a bear?" ought to have been "Yes;" inasmuch as an answer in the negative was sufficient to have diverted their thoughts from Mr. Scrooge, supposing they had ever had any tendency that way.
pages 97-98
"They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all, beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!" cried the Spirit, stretching out his hand toward the city. "Slander those that tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse! And bide the end!"
page 102
"I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!"
page 126
Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
page 127
And so as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless Us, Everyone!
page 138
"Man of the worldly mind!" replied the Ghost, "do you believe in me or not?"
"I do," said Scrooge. "I must. But why do spirits walk the earth, and why do they come to me?"
"It is required of every man," the Ghost returned, "that the spirit within him should walk abroad his fellow men, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to wander through the world- oh, woe is me!- and witness what it cannot share, and might have shared on earth, and turned to happiness!" . . .
"You are fettered," said Scrooge, trembling. "Tell me why?"
"I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it. Is its pattern strange to YOU?"
pages 31-32
"At this time of the rolling year," the spectre said, "I suffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of my fellow beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode? Were there no poor homes to which its light would have conducted ME!"
page 34
"I am a mortal," Scrooge remonstrated, "and liable to fall."
"Bear but a touch of my hand THERE," said the Spirit,laying it upon his heart,"and you shall be upheld in more than this!"
page 45
"A small matter," said the Ghost,"to make these silly folks so full of gratitude."
"Small!" echoed Scrooge.
The Spirit signed him to listen to the two apprentices, who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig: and when he had done so, said,
"Why! Is it not? He has spent but a few pounds of your mortal money: three or four perhaps. Is that so much that he deserves this praise?"
"It isn't that," said Scrooge, heated by the remark, and speaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self.
"It isn't that, Spirit. He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count 'em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it costs a fortune."
pages 57-58
"And how did little Tim behave?" asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content.
"As good as gold," said Bob, "and better.Somehow he gets thoughtful sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made the lame beggars walk and blind men see."
page 80
"Man," said the Ghost,"if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, and what men shall die? It may be that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. Oh God! to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust!"
Scrooge bent before the Ghost's rebuke, and trembling cast his eyes upon the ground.
page 84
It was a game called Yes and No, where Scrooge's nephew had to think of something, and the rest must find out what; he only answering to their questions yes or no as the case was. The brisk fire of questioning to which he was exposed, elicited from him that he was thinking of an animal, a live animal, rather a disagreeable animal, a savage animal, an animal that growled and grunted sometimes, and talked sometimes, and lived in London, and walked about the streets, and wasn't made a show of, and wasn't led by anybody, and didn't live in a menagerie, and was never killed in a market, and was not a horse, or an ass, or a cow, or a bull, or a tiger, or a dog, or a pig, or a cat, or a bear. At every fresh question that was put to him, this nephew burst into a fresh roar of laughter; and was so inexpressibly tickled, that he was obliged to get up off the sofa and stamp. At last the plump sister, falling into a similar state, cried out:
"I have found it out! I know what it is, Fred! I know what it is!"
"What is it?" cried Fred.
"It's your Uncle Scro-o-o-o-oge!"
Which it certainly was. Admiration was the universal sentiment, though some objected that the reply to "Is it a bear?" ought to have been "Yes;" inasmuch as an answer in the negative was sufficient to have diverted their thoughts from Mr. Scrooge, supposing they had ever had any tendency that way.
pages 97-98
"They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all, beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!" cried the Spirit, stretching out his hand toward the city. "Slander those that tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse! And bide the end!"
page 102
"I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!"
page 126
Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
page 127
And so as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless Us, Everyone!
page 138
Friday, December 19, 2008
Christmas Party
Aidan: "It squeezes like a brain!"
Rebekah: "I want candy! I want candy!"
Chris: "It's the World's Biggest Candy Cane and it only has 110 calories!"
Ms. Rogers: "Let me see... well, there's nine servings, Chris, so actually there's nearly 1,000 calories."
Chris: "1,000 CALORIES!!!!!!!! Whoa!"
How does he know what calories are?
Adan broke his leg in Vegas at a skate park trying to do some sort of 360 or 540 or olly or something like that. I just told him to leave those things to Tony Hawk.
My wishes for Adan. He was pretty proud of it and thought it was funny. "Look what Miss Rogers wrote! She said, Better luck next time! Haha."
great fun in the snow
Trying to loosen the lug nuts...
After all the nuts were off, I couldn't get the wheel off.
Still can't...
Still pulling... Finally, I gave it a swift kick and "pop" it released. Just like butta.
Are you impressed?
Monday, December 15, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
I think this takes first place for things that suck
Don't you hate it when you are so tired and you know you have to work in the morning, but no matter how hard you try you can't sleep? Well, I do. I finally fell asleep today at about 4:30 or 5:00. It bites.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Book Club
Book buddies! I love this and our expressions are awesome! You just gots to love a good book and how it brings sisters together.
Christmas Cookies and Ugly Ornaments
Today Erin had a Christmas cookie and ugly ornament party. We all had a great time. Everyone brought a plate of cookies and the recipes to share. I made some rocky road bars and pineapple coconut snowballs. My rocky road bars won 2nd prize. . . woohoo. I felt so special. 
But I was kind of bummed because I found this awfully ugly Santa decoration at the DI. I thought for sure that he would win the ugliest ornament award. Erin tried to DQ me from the contest because he wasn't a "tree ornament." Well, no one said it had to be a "tree ornament." An ornament can be defined as anything used to add flare or decoration, so this Santa could fit that definition. Well, in my humble opinion, he was the ugliest because his fluff was falling off all over and he had this strange pocket thing instead of an arm, which I think is supposed to hold something . . . maybe candy canes or something like that????? Who really knows? Well, I was the only one who voted for the ugly thing.
My mom's thing wasn't even ugly. I wouldn't have put it out to decorate, but it's not ugly... Well, the winner was something that my aunt Becky made this morning, but I couldn't get a picture of it because my camera's battery was dead and wouldn't revive. She won an ugly ornament ugly pen... Hahaha, what fun! I was gonna go to the Dicken's Festival, but I was so tired tonight that I decided not to. Maybe next year. That's what I have told myself for the last several years. Whyyy????? I love Charles Dickens.... Why have I never gone??????????? I suck.
But I was kind of bummed because I found this awfully ugly Santa decoration at the DI. I thought for sure that he would win the ugliest ornament award. Erin tried to DQ me from the contest because he wasn't a "tree ornament." Well, no one said it had to be a "tree ornament." An ornament can be defined as anything used to add flare or decoration, so this Santa could fit that definition. Well, in my humble opinion, he was the ugliest because his fluff was falling off all over and he had this strange pocket thing instead of an arm, which I think is supposed to hold something . . . maybe candy canes or something like that????? Who really knows? Well, I was the only one who voted for the ugly thing.
My mom's thing wasn't even ugly. I wouldn't have put it out to decorate, but it's not ugly... Well, the winner was something that my aunt Becky made this morning, but I couldn't get a picture of it because my camera's battery was dead and wouldn't revive. She won an ugly ornament ugly pen... Hahaha, what fun! I was gonna go to the Dicken's Festival, but I was so tired tonight that I decided not to. Maybe next year. That's what I have told myself for the last several years. Whyyy????? I love Charles Dickens.... Why have I never gone??????????? I suck.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thought for the Day (TFTD)
"Life is like that--ups and downs, a bump on the head, and a crack on the shins. It was ever thus. Hamlet went about crying, "To be or not to be," but that didn't solve any of his problems. There is something of a tendency among us to think that everything must be lovely and rosy and beautiful without realizing that even adversity has some sweet uses. One of my favorite newspaper columnists is Jenkin Lloyd Jones. In a recent article published in the News, he commented: Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he's been robbed. The fact is that most putts don't drop. Most beef is tough. Most children grow up to be just ordinary people. Most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration. Most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. . . . Life is like an old-time rail journey--delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."
--President Gordon B. Hinckley
--President Gordon B. Hinckley
Whodunnit?
Okay, so I have seen and heard of many people over the years who have had really fun Clue dinner parties where you try to solve who killed the mystery guest. I want to do one, but I don't really know how it works. For example, is the mystery guest just made up? and how do you solve it- is it a scavenger hunt? Does everyone have a clue in their invitation? Are the clues scattered throughout the house- and are they written or do you have to search for the evidence (like an open window or a broken glass or a hair in the bathtub even)? Hmmmm. I think it would be soooo much fun to dress up like Professor Plum or Miss Scarlet or Colonel Mustard and have dinner and solve a good mystery. So CSI or Cold Case to me. I love it. Tell me what you think about it. I want to plan one for sure.
Annie aka "Maestra Magenta" hahaha
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