A photo tribute to my fellow bloggers.

   Super Churchlady, Notes from Super Churchlady

Seth, Five Cent Stand

     FancyPants, The FancyPants Factory 

Uncle Steve, 240 Dollars worth of blog

  Popcorn, Popcorn's Page 

 (I couldn't figure out which picture I liked best.)

  Little Kernal, Little Kernal's Korner

  

                  

I love all of your blogs. I really enjoy reading them!

            

            

     

 

                

            

                  

            

Dog Meat

Today  I was dog meat, twice.

I lost, twice.

I was disappointed, twice.

Opponents ran me like water, twice. 

First match, I lost 6-0, 6-1 to a girl on my team who I beat in doubles. 

  

In my second match, there was a delay because of rain, so we had to play short sets (beginning at 2 all with no ad. aka AHHH!!) 

 I lost the first set 4-6, I had her down 4-2.  

 Second set, I played much better. At one point in the match I had her down 5-4. I was about to win and we would have played a third set. Well, it was her serve and I folded up like a cheap suitcase. Plus these stupid guys were playing football (LOUDLY) behind me. I asked them to be quiet 3 times. But, boys will be boys. 

So then the score was 5 all then 5-6 then 6 all. Tie break. Zoinks!!! I haven't played a tie break in a long time!! So I was up 4-1, she came back and beat me 5-7. 

The final score was 4 - 6,  6 - 7 (5-7) SEE WHAT I MEAN? Dog Meat!! Ruff!! Bark BARK!!

More things that bug me

I know, I talk about things that irritate the heck out of me too much. I know your thinking I should change the name of my blog to Kvetch Diaries. 

But, I absolutely hate it when a someone who doesn't talk much says something rude. 

Its like, I've been waiting for you to talk!....but  what you chose to say was mean...aww man!

Thoughts about this?

Double Whammy!!

 Today was a double whammy. A big double whammy. 

 First whammy - I won my tennis match 8 - 1.  YAY!!!

  Second whammy  -  Tonight I had my school play. We did the production of The Caucasian Chalk Circle. 

I was the solider, the Iron-shirt, the Monk and the Old Man. 

 Besides family, about 10 people were there. I didn't care. At least I didn't mess up. 

So, at the last second our main character guy (aka Brett , stupidest idiot on earth) dropped out or supposedly was "sick".  So my friend, Erin had to learn his line in 5 hours. She wasn't even his understudy, she's a techie. But the show went on, shall I say "flawlessly". The audience might not have thought so, but I did. 

See what I mean, DOUBLE WHAMMY. 

Ski Patrol

Imagine me in that little toboggan thing. The first day we skied, I had to be dragged down a mountain. We were on a blue slope, not that hard. I just froze. I was paralyzed in fear. I started having flashbacks of the time I skied in Germany. 

I tried to turn and I wiped out. I was laying in the snow, skis in the most uncomfortable position ever, crying. I just couldn't do it. 

An instructor came by and called ski patrol, I had to sit on this little cushion and hold on for dear life as the guy was flying  60 mph down the mountain. 

I doubt that I will ever be more embarrassed than that in my entire life. People were staring as I got up unscathed. I've never seen a crowd of people talk like that. 

Later on in the week I saw other people  going down the mountain with oxygen masks and bandages.  At that moment, I thought "I'm glad I was on that thing cause I was scared, instead of being hurt." 

I think it was later on when we were on a ski lift my lil brother (who flies down blacks) called me a scaredy cat. Do yall know the  song, Im proud to be an american?

This was me on the ski lift - "Im proud to be a scaredy cat, cause at least I know I'm safe."

My Apologies.

Creepy cereal guys...

Have you noticed that most sugary cereal commercials always have some dude trying to steal the kid's cereal? 

           For example, this guy...

short, red hair, leprechaun, convincing Irish accent.

Tell me this, why is he trying to steal poor, innocent children's cereal? WHY?

Creepy cereal guy subject #2 This man here.. has floppy ears, many call him "silly"... he likes fruity cereal.

And the final subject, the big bad wolf...he too wants to deprive children of cereal, not just  any cereal, cereal with COOKIES.

           I don't know if this is a marketing thing, or what. But If my mom would have let me eat this junk when I was a kid, I'd be scared. "Mom, is little leprechaun man coming to steal MY cereal???" 

Tug of WAR

Yesterday in P.E. we played tug of war...BOYS  vs. GIRLS. Who do you think won? If you were thinking boys, you're wrong.  

You see, it wasn't a regular game of  tug o' war. Instead of the grass, we had a basketball court. You can imagine how slippery that was. 

We had two more people than them. They claim thats why we won - thats typical boy behavior...excuses, excuses.  

Its not that we were stronger than them(maybe we were), its that we were smarter. We gathered in the back of the rope, had one heavy, strong girl as anchor, some walked backwards, and we spit on our shoes to keep from sliding. 

Some  may call that cheating, we call it war tactics. 

Loquats

 Back in the old house we had two loquat trees. When those things were ripe, mMmm... the were delicious. 

Walking home with my neighbor, I saw the two loquat trees next to his house(that used to be ours). 

ME: Hey, can I have one of those loquats?? 

JEREK: Uhh...sure. 

ME: Awesome, thanks!! 

I was so excited to get one, I'm not sure why. It kinda reminded me of the olden days(for me.)

In  "the olden days" when we were outside with our friends we would get hungry. We wouldn't have to go inside because there were two big loquat trees right there. How convenient is that?

And boy, those loquats taste exactly how I remembered....mMmm.. delicious!!

THE most embarrassing people EVER.

  

                      

                     WOW. 

IM A WINNER!!!

       Today was my first tennis match and, like the title says, I'M A WINNER!!! 

     My coach didn't  tell me that I was an alternate. At first, I was mad. Not about being an alternate(everyone has to be one some time during the season). I was mad she didn't tell me. 

         So, I'm playing an alternate singles match against this girl. Probably  5'7, blond hair, pretty, big shoulders(she looks  Deutsch to me.) She also looks like she wants to do anything else but play tennis. Which is good for me. 

So its 3 - 0 and I can tell Im going to kick this girl's butt. I can tell by her attitude. Thats how I used to be. This was my attitude, "I don't want to be here, Im just here cause my mom is making me." 

I've realized If you don't want to do something, you're not going to be good at it. 

Now, I don't want to sound braggy but, I beat this girl 8 - 0. The entire set she probably got 7 points off me. 

 So, I'M A WINNER!! (Like mother like daughter... 

   http://superchurchlady.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-winner.html_)

OAP is OVER!!!

 I have a few more pictures but they are taking FOREVER to download..

Our show got the rank of Superior(which is the best you can get). We got best sound, best techie, 2 all-star cast medals, and 1 honorable mention medal. 

 I'd say we were a-w-e-s-o-m-e. Especially the cute girl who played the monk, I loved her. 

Gotta Ham it up!

I got to skip class today and go to Marshall High School for our first rehearsal in the space. It was my first time on a REAL stage. So many curtains I lost count...when they turned the work lights off it was pitch black backstage. I wasn't nervous until I saw the stage. Wow. 

 

It looked something like this. Except, at Marshall there are pieces of neon tape ALL over the stage because 12 schools have to spike their sets.

I love being on stage. The lights down on you, the semi-nervous, semi-excited feeling, the butterflies, its an incredible experience.

I realized today on that HUGE stage that, no matter your acting skills, your part, how many lines you have, you've got to be big. Ham it up baby! I don't care if you don't like your director, your play, your fellow cast members, or if you have 5 measly lines. You gotta make the audience believe that your a fat, drunk monk, or an old man. You HAVE to make your character big.

OAP.....stands for One Atrocious Play.

Or in this case, TWELVE atrocious plays.  This Saturday at SEVEN A.M. I will be going to the theater at  Marshall high school for an event called OAP. which stands for one act play(or One Atrocious Play). 

OAP. starts at 8:30 a.m. and 12 middle schools are competing. Each play can range from 20 to 45 minutes. This thing could end at 7:30. We aren't prepared, some people don't even know their lines(not me!). We are the 11th school to go on. We have to sit through 10 incredibly ATROCIOUS plays, while in really hot costumes. 

I have 6 lines and I play 4 different characters. Solider, Ironshirt, Monk, and Old Man. 

As you can probably see its not hard for me to forget lines. I love my costume for the old man! Black pants, a double-breasted green sports coat, and an awesome hat that I kinda want to steal from the costume closet! But, I wont. Kinda like this but gray and black and white. 

I look like a smokin' hot old man.

However, I am happy about OAP for one reason...we get a rehearsal tomorrow DURING school! I get to miss ELA and MATH!!! Tee hee!

TAKS is treacherous.

WRITING TAKS is tomorrow. TOMORROW. 

 I'm going to kill myself. 

 

Now, don't get me wrong. I LOVE writing. But, hand me a prompt and I'll freeze up. I hate TAKS day, everyone is so stressed out and the teachers are EXTRA serious. 

If your phone goes off in class,  another student could sue you. If  you ask someone if you could  borrow their eraser, your test will be marked "OTHER" and will not be graded(you'll get a zero). 

 At Fort Settlement, they do not accept 1's and 2's. We are  a "commended performance" school  meaning, ONLY 3's and 4's. 

My friends and I made up a song about TAKS today. 

    Ok...here goes. 

  TAKS is coming up tomorrow,  bet  your bottom dollar that tomorrow, kids will be crying (with carpal tunnel). Just think of day, thats GAY(happy) and SUNNY. I'll stick out my chin, with chagrin and say ohh.... TOMORROW, TOMORROW, I'll still hate TAKS tomorrow and it's only a day away!!

        My teacher let us sing it in class. There's also a dance to go with.