So Judah and I cooked up a new tradition for the New Years parties. :D
:) October 19, 2011
Today we went to the mini-western-shantytown-people’s (also known as the P’s) house to give a little moral support. As in; we helped them stack wood from the trees they cut down from the cow pasture they’re clearing for the cow that they will buy whenever they’re done clearing the cow pasture. And dig dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. Not that I dug any…I passed the empty buckets back up the sand dune. And when we–they, were done digging dirt we climbed on top of it (it was in the back of a giant pickup) and rode back to their house to dump it in the pot holes in their looonnnng driveway. That’s pretty much all we did for about three hours straight. Then while we were waiting for Mom to come pick us J’s up (cuz she dropped us older ones, Jake to Betsy, off), we went up to J’ville. Mike ended up getting arrested. The judge (Joz) asked him to tell his story, it was quite pathetic (the story),I believe it went something along these lines…: “Well I got arrested because I ran away from Silas cuz he was beating me up! And I plead guilty!” and then he boohoo-ed. The jury decided in favor of execution…(I “ayed” loudest). But then he ran away. And then Mom came. And then we left. It was quite fun.
Written yesterday. ;)
-Katie
Birthdays and babysitters. Huh. October 5, 2011
Christopher’s birthday today! (In case anyone cares to know.) He’s five.
I think I’ll go visit our new neighbors and offer myself as a babysitter for their little girls…like right now.
Overcrowded tavern, I guess. August 27, 2011
Oh, I forgot to say, the other day, we went to the mini-western-shantytown people’s house. The tavern broke down…that is all. (We didn’t do it. Jes sayin’)
No title. You know, I need another whim post soon… July 18, 2011
This Saturday I went to help a neighbor lady who was giving a wedding party for her daughter. It was actually really fun, I just did random gopher-girl things, I set out food, made children’s plates and refilled lemonade pitchers, gathered dirty glasses and checked necessaries. Stuff like that. And I was paid (that was fun too). This was the family that Mom met at the “transfer station” (the dump. They have I think seven kids, one’s a missionary and one just got married. Anyway, the other kids, consisting of all boys except for an eight year old girl (she’s soo cute), had built a mini western shanty town, which in and of itself is pretty awesome, but if you have some 20-odd kids all playing RebelAgainstTheEvilSherifAndHisDeputies, it get even better. They even have a bar. That serves soda. And a bank and a inn and a church with a bell that rings for real and is the biggest building there. And they built all six buildings out of a tree house they took apart that their dad built out scraps from his business that has to do with something that gives him a lot of scrap lumber. They call it J’ville (Jay-ville), on account of the all boys names who built it beginning with J. It is by all accounts awesome. Ok, I guess you’re done reading me gush over a town, and I have to clean my room anyway.
-Katie
Yes! No…wait–what?? July 11, 2011
^– I love that phrase.
Also; I have something living in my bedroom wall. It moved in the other day (don’t ask when, I don’t know). And it’s been tormenting me and my fellow bedroom dwellers (i.e. Betsy and Lilly. And Peter. And The Girl. And Dust Bunny and occasionally Spunky) for several days.
That is all.
Oh! And we put up The Pink Playhouse!
Aaannnd SOMEONE stuck a very large thorn in SOMEONE’S back at church today, forcing the victims completely involuntary reaction of dumping a cup of water on him and asking him what was wrong with him…no names folks. No names.
-Katie
Yup.
just some senseless ramblings along with my SAB & PAC June 28, 2011
So tonight I was thinking about my sadly abandoned blog…and about my poor abandoned camera back in AL… And after a bit I came to the conclusion that all this won’t do. So I will be resetting my sista’s camera because she didn’t take care of it and gave it to her younger siblings as a plaything and they TOTALLY messed the settings up so the pictures it takes are AWFUL. I’ll lecture her about it later…but right now…I think I’ll ramble. I’ll think about all the things I’d like to do, all the things I’d like to accomplish, most of them impossible, and and when I’m done I feel like a piece of burnt toast. It’s true. Then I get on Facebook (or Skype) and chat with one of the few people who I really actually care to talk with so I feel like a piece of toast that isn’t quite so burnt as it used to be. Fudgecakes. Also, I’ve been working on my tendency to be sappy, I think I’m getting better. Oh, and chickens stink. Just saying.
I sewed some things…they’re purty. Moms birthday is coming up this week, but of course you already knew that. I think I’ll call this Random Fact Post…or not. Oh! And in July there will be an event called Sundae at the House which JAB (myself included) will be hosting. It will undoubtedly be VERY cool. They have sundaes there. See? I have a life too, just not a very big one. AND it’s a SECRET *entre evil genius me in a lab coat laughing crazily.*
I just realized that I am not in the best mood. This is probably my first post I’ve written in a bad-ish mood… Anyway, I’ve probably bored you enough with my senseless irritableness, I think I’ll go.
Yeah.
-Katie.
Yesterday was tomorrow…or, Tomorrow was yesterday… May 21, 2011
I have this “internet friend” named Joy who I know through mutual friends. We have known each other for several months now,and tried to meet a few times but those did not work out. But yesterday, I finally met her, of course, she met me too… Anyway, here it is in chronological order–from my point of view, because unlike my dream me, I cannot probe people’s minds ;)
The first half of the day I was in an agony of suspense, it appeared in all likelihood that our critical visit was going to be suspended. But at twelve we learned it wasn’t going to be canceled, and I almost ran upstairs to cry out my relief. After we finished cleaning, our guests finally arrived. I was trying to hide behind Hannah when Joy appeared around the corner. We hadn’t even had a chance to see each others face before–hey, I can safely say that I was NOT the one who started the hug. Besides, what else could you expect? Anyway, after that strange initial greeting (I don’t even think we said “Hi,” did we? If we did I was in too much of a daze to know) we stood there a minute, before going on a tour of the house. Michael was rather chagrined that the visitor had seen his bedroom, which just happened to be kind of dirty. And then there was the room with all the…pictures, also known as books. The tour done, we, Hannah, Joy, and I, went on a walk down our dirty dirt road, and then off a sidetrail for snowmobiles (at least, I think it’s for snowmobiles). Then we went to The Horse Lady’s (her name is Debbie-whoselastnameidon’tknow) pastures, in the hopes of seeing the horses that weren’t there. But we sat on the fence/gate. Which was cool. And took some photos. Which turned out pretty cool too. And I fell in the horse doo. But I landed on my feet so you can stop laughing now. And then we went to the house and did stuff…like jump on the trampoline and give indian chief names like Crooked Toes and climb trees and look at amazing drawings and blow out candles with our noses and eat dinner and jump some more on the trampoline–us kids used to call it a jumperline, for the simple reason that we knew of no other name. And then. And then. All too soon it was 8:00. And then even sooner it was 8:30. About that time I was given the best piggyback in my life, which I wouldn’t mind doing again sometime actually… Then after a little more stalling, we two medium huggy people hugged, and our awesome company left.
-Katie
Hi…sorry I’ve been gone so long… May 13, 2011
Tonight I lost myself playing Foozeball. It was disturbing to say the least. I started playing figuring I’d see how fast I could get all my points in without the other players moving at all…it took awhile, but I never got all mine in…it did. I lost to a bunch of stationary objects…on a score of ten to nine, the nine being myself. The last moments were very tense. I’ll be practicing I guess.
To change the subject to a more me-friendly topic; You’re probably wondering why there’s been no photo posts! Well here’s the truth, clear and simple, I left my camera in Alabama when we went there this winter, and it is still unfound at the house I left it at. Actually, this is not a me-friendly topic, I rather dislike it, so I’ll start again.
This winter we tapped our maple trees and made our own maple syrup. Plus the boys shoveled–a lot. I never have to shovel, hardly ever at least. And then when the snow melted Michael stuck lawn-mowing service fliers in everybody’s mail-boxes and now he’s filthy rich…and brown too, you’d never find someone so brown this early in the year. Now that the rains have pretty much stopped, we’ve been doing a lot of yard work, raking, cleaning out the raspberry patch, cutting down trees, planting flowers, ect. Oh, and we got some cute chicks who aren’t so cute anymore…not to mention dumb…and I’m planning to build a secret fort in a tree all by myself. Actually it’s not really BUILDING, it’s more like hanging a rope ladder on a tree and sticking a hammock up there…Uummm, and I like to draw on rocks with markers…anyway I think that’s all the new news for now. I think. I probably forgot some stuff. I’ll add it later, maybe. –Katie (I can’t believe I refrained from adding those faces I was dying to add in there! like this XP and this #_# and this too :O. But I persevered–sorta.)
Who doesn’t love Apples’? March 14, 2011
We (or rather, me) made up a game where you are what your (green–>) card says . . .
Judah-delicate, disturbing, awkward and graceful
Jacob-talented and handsome
Me-misunderstood and deadly
Mike-unusual, desperate, glamorous and twisted
Mom-irresistible, heartless and cute
Dad-lucky, irritating and selfish
Game: Apples to Apples.
I leave you to your own opinions about those. Although to tell the truth I think I should have got Moms’ cards (though I can be pretty deadly when I’m misunderstood, it’s true) ;) -Me.
Faces And Places 