Hey there, Miss Artsy Fartsy here!
Okay, I love my brother, the second-born child in our family. He's a great little guy (okay, so he's not little, but I need to keep calling him that while he's still shorter than me). He's really funny, he gets distracted very easily, by anything bigger than a speck of dust. He has his bad days, of course. He can be moody, and gets mad pretty easily. Despite this, I like hanging around with him. He can be really fun, if you catch him in the right mood.
One of the things I love about my brother is this: he has no clue. He takes everything in it's most literal form, and cannot for the life of him understand sarcasm. I could sit and make fun of him for hours, and he may never know it. I'll say something jokingly, and if I can keep a relatively straight face, he'd never know it. Example:
"Leah, why are you on the floor?"
"I'm doing my nails, they look awful. Hey, you want me to do yours? I just got some really great coral polish, and a new file..."
"Leah, you're so stupid! Why would I want you to do my nails? Guys don't paint they're nails!"
"Well, some do, and I just thought..."
"Don't be such an idiot! Have I ever painted my nails?"
*I look at his hands* "Sure wouldn't kill ya to put a coat or two of Sheer Pearl on there."
"No! Gosh." *stomps away*
Once or twice a day I like to mess with him. I guess that makes me evil. Oh, well.
Love,
Miss A.F.
October 28, 2010
October 25, 2010
Finally Back
This is Miss A.F.. Sorry I haven't touched base lately, the internet 'round here has been dead. But it was resurrected by my father, the computer whiz.
So, not much has happened since the last time I posted, but it's been a nice few days (week?).
Yesterday, I took myself on a very nice walk to the end of our road and through the field, and into the woods at the end of said field. It was very quiet. I sat on a fallen tree and meditated on... everything. Seriously, I sat for, like, and hour. My mom called me (on her phone that she makes me take when I take a walk, since I'm home schooled and don't need my own phone) to make sure I hadn't been eaten by wolves or abducted by aliens. So, that was something I did this week.
I also do not have a Halloween costume yet.
I really need one.
It is less than a week 'til Halloween.
This could get ugly.
On a less serious note, have you ever had dark chocolate with sea-salt? If you have not, get yourself over to the nearest Lindt vendor and get yourself a bar. It's the best.
Running out of dark-chocolate,
Miss Artsy Fartsy
P.S.
Wish me luck on my current project, if it goes well I will post pictures.
So, not much has happened since the last time I posted, but it's been a nice few days (week?).
Yesterday, I took myself on a very nice walk to the end of our road and through the field, and into the woods at the end of said field. It was very quiet. I sat on a fallen tree and meditated on... everything. Seriously, I sat for, like, and hour. My mom called me (on her phone that she makes me take when I take a walk, since I'm home schooled and don't need my own phone) to make sure I hadn't been eaten by wolves or abducted by aliens. So, that was something I did this week.
I also do not have a Halloween costume yet.
I really need one.
It is less than a week 'til Halloween.
This could get ugly.
On a less serious note, have you ever had dark chocolate with sea-salt? If you have not, get yourself over to the nearest Lindt vendor and get yourself a bar. It's the best.
Running out of dark-chocolate,
Miss Artsy Fartsy
P.S.
Wish me luck on my current project, if it goes well I will post pictures.
October 23, 2010
Copy Cat
This is Miss Sophisticated. So, I couldn't think of anything exciting to blog about so I'm going to copy cat off of Ms. ArtsyFarsty and tell you about my siblings.
First I'll tell you about my little brother, George. Don't you love his name? I'm so used to it, but if you think about it, it's kind of a grandpa name, ya know?!
So my little brother George is very cute. He is the same age as Leah's little sister. He tries to act like my big brother, but he is actually just a little boy at heart. He gets very embarrassed very easily, he is very shy, he is kind of a sissy, he is very cute and I love him and he loves me too, but he never admits it. :) Lately his biggest thing is webkinz. He is in Ohio with my dad and sister this weekend so before he left he told me to make sure I feed his pets on webkinz world. :) He whispered it to me though because he was embarrassed to admit that he needed my help or that he, even slightly, likes me. He has a lot of friends in our neighborhood. In fact, too many! There are always a billion little children in my backyard (we're the family with the trampoline!). George tries to act cool or show off when they're here. But he's not exactly Mr. tough guy...:) He played baseball this summer and he has the same first and last name of a famous major league baseball player. George has a big picture of him above his bed. It's pretty cool.
Next is my little sister, Molly. She is the same age as another one of Leah's brothers :) She is....well, a little bit of a drama queen. :) She is cute and always has cute clothes and stuff which, at times, makes me kind of jealous. :( But I love her. We share a room. We have bunk beds. She is slightly annoying. She is silly. We talk a lot. She likes me. I like her. But we are very different, for example, when it comes to style, she's always in style (like skinny jeans and such) and I'm more smart (like flare jeans because they are way more flattering than jeggings!) She has a friend, who is very different! her name is Bailey. She is pushy, loud, and really "flirty" around all the neighborhood boys but everyone just makes fun of her... kinda sad. Bailey is so interesting that i don't have enough time to talk about all of....her... But the main thing is that Molly used to let Bailey push her around all the time Here are a few things Bailey would say to Molly: 'Hey Molly I'm bored. I'm going to go play with my best friend. Bye.' or 'I'm not your Friend anymore' or 'Molly, you're so mean and your always tell me what to do', which is a TOTALLY backwards. But now Molly doesn't let Bailey say that stuff and they're ok now.
So last, my big brother, Kyler. He's a senior this year. I love him. I love his job, McDonald's fry guy ;) I love his car, 1998 Nissan Maxima. It's green and he bought it with his own money! I'm very proud of him. He looks Italian, because my mom's side is Italian. He's had a couple of short term girlfriends but nothing serious. :) He is smart. He might to Michigan Tech!!! But I think that's too far away...:( He tries to be like a gangsta....not really but kind of. For a while he did the low pants, show the world your boxers thing. But he's done with that now, thankfully! He's always got some game on the computer, wii, or x-box that he is really into for a while. In fact right now he is playing World of War craft. He's weird. He is talking himself...'all of these weapons stink', or 'are your freaking kidding me dude?!', or 'WOW! are you serious?!' I wonder sometimes.....:) But I love him.
Well that's all!!!!! Bye bye!
~Miss Sophisticated
First I'll tell you about my little brother, George. Don't you love his name? I'm so used to it, but if you think about it, it's kind of a grandpa name, ya know?!
So my little brother George is very cute. He is the same age as Leah's little sister. He tries to act like my big brother, but he is actually just a little boy at heart. He gets very embarrassed very easily, he is very shy, he is kind of a sissy, he is very cute and I love him and he loves me too, but he never admits it. :) Lately his biggest thing is webkinz. He is in Ohio with my dad and sister this weekend so before he left he told me to make sure I feed his pets on webkinz world. :) He whispered it to me though because he was embarrassed to admit that he needed my help or that he, even slightly, likes me. He has a lot of friends in our neighborhood. In fact, too many! There are always a billion little children in my backyard (we're the family with the trampoline!). George tries to act cool or show off when they're here. But he's not exactly Mr. tough guy...:) He played baseball this summer and he has the same first and last name of a famous major league baseball player. George has a big picture of him above his bed. It's pretty cool.
Next is my little sister, Molly. She is the same age as another one of Leah's brothers :) She is....well, a little bit of a drama queen. :) She is cute and always has cute clothes and stuff which, at times, makes me kind of jealous. :( But I love her. We share a room. We have bunk beds. She is slightly annoying. She is silly. We talk a lot. She likes me. I like her. But we are very different, for example, when it comes to style, she's always in style (like skinny jeans and such) and I'm more smart (like flare jeans because they are way more flattering than jeggings!) She has a friend, who is very different! her name is Bailey. She is pushy, loud, and really "flirty" around all the neighborhood boys but everyone just makes fun of her... kinda sad. Bailey is so interesting that i don't have enough time to talk about all of....her... But the main thing is that Molly used to let Bailey push her around all the time Here are a few things Bailey would say to Molly: 'Hey Molly I'm bored. I'm going to go play with my best friend. Bye.' or 'I'm not your Friend anymore' or 'Molly, you're so mean and your always tell me what to do', which is a TOTALLY backwards. But now Molly doesn't let Bailey say that stuff and they're ok now.
So last, my big brother, Kyler. He's a senior this year. I love him. I love his job, McDonald's fry guy ;) I love his car, 1998 Nissan Maxima. It's green and he bought it with his own money! I'm very proud of him. He looks Italian, because my mom's side is Italian. He's had a couple of short term girlfriends but nothing serious. :) He is smart. He might to Michigan Tech!!! But I think that's too far away...:( He tries to be like a gangsta....not really but kind of. For a while he did the low pants, show the world your boxers thing. But he's done with that now, thankfully! He's always got some game on the computer, wii, or x-box that he is really into for a while. In fact right now he is playing World of War craft. He's weird. He is talking himself...'all of these weapons stink', or 'are your freaking kidding me dude?!', or 'WOW! are you serious?!' I wonder sometimes.....:) But I love him.
Well that's all!!!!! Bye bye!
~Miss Sophisticated
October 21, 2010
My Sista
Hello, this is Miss A.F.!
First, I would like to state that my bleak mood has passed, and I'm good. (Just in case y'all were wondering)
Okay, I have this sister. She's seven years younger than I am. She listens to Hannah Montana. She dances and sings and reminds one of a certain Saturday Night Live character. She speaks three notches louder than anyone else, and does concerts in front of the bathroom mirror. She's melodramatic to the core, and can turn on tears faster 'n you can blink. She asks you a question, and before you can answer, answers herself. A typical conversation goes like this:
"Hey, Leah, what are you doin'?" "I'm trying to--" "You're finishing you're drawing! Yay! I finished a drawing just a second ago, it was a turtle with a crown, it looks like the turtle we saw at the walking trail. I like the walking trail because there are turtles, have you ever seen frogs there? I saw one in our yard, I almost stepped on it, I didn't. But once, I stepped on a beetle. I hate beetles. I think there was one in the bathtub once. I took a bath this morning and there was a spider, and mom had to get it out, and I took a bubble bath. Now I smell good, smell my arm." *shoves fore arm under my nose* "See? I used the new body wash, it smells like the water melon gum you got. I like gum. Once, I even liked gum so much, I got it in my hair and we had to put peanut butter in it. It was gross. Oooh, hey, look! I found a bead! Can I have it?" "Well, sure-hey, don't touch that!" "What? Oh, this? Sorry." *sets my paintbrushes down* "Hey, Leah, can I have a hug?"
Off to play Monopoly Jr.,
Miss Artsy Fartsy, the one with the psychotic sister
First, I would like to state that my bleak mood has passed, and I'm good. (Just in case y'all were wondering)
Okay, I have this sister. She's seven years younger than I am. She listens to Hannah Montana. She dances and sings and reminds one of a certain Saturday Night Live character. She speaks three notches louder than anyone else, and does concerts in front of the bathroom mirror. She's melodramatic to the core, and can turn on tears faster 'n you can blink. She asks you a question, and before you can answer, answers herself. A typical conversation goes like this:
"Hey, Leah, what are you doin'?" "I'm trying to--" "You're finishing you're drawing! Yay! I finished a drawing just a second ago, it was a turtle with a crown, it looks like the turtle we saw at the walking trail. I like the walking trail because there are turtles, have you ever seen frogs there? I saw one in our yard, I almost stepped on it, I didn't. But once, I stepped on a beetle. I hate beetles. I think there was one in the bathtub once. I took a bath this morning and there was a spider, and mom had to get it out, and I took a bubble bath. Now I smell good, smell my arm." *shoves fore arm under my nose* "See? I used the new body wash, it smells like the water melon gum you got. I like gum. Once, I even liked gum so much, I got it in my hair and we had to put peanut butter in it. It was gross. Oooh, hey, look! I found a bead! Can I have it?" "Well, sure-hey, don't touch that!" "What? Oh, this? Sorry." *sets my paintbrushes down* "Hey, Leah, can I have a hug?"
Off to play Monopoly Jr.,
Miss Artsy Fartsy, the one with the psychotic sister
October 20, 2010
Miss Sophisticated Here
Hello all. Today I babysit two little boys named Hudson and Landon. They are so cute!! I had fun but it was from 9-2:30 so I really didn't get to do much school. But when I came home, for some strange reason, I was motivated to get to work! So I did most of my schoolwork today.
You won't believe what happened to me, just a few minutes ago. You might though. I got my lip stuck in a cell phone. Oh yes indeed. My parents always say I fiddle with things and mess around with objects that should be left alone... so I just hung up from talking to my father, and I was just sliding the phone open and close. My lip got caught in the keypad thing and...yeah. :( It still hurst.
Sincerily,
With a Numb Lip,
Miss Sophisticated
You won't believe what happened to me, just a few minutes ago. You might though. I got my lip stuck in a cell phone. Oh yes indeed. My parents always say I fiddle with things and mess around with objects that should be left alone... so I just hung up from talking to my father, and I was just sliding the phone open and close. My lip got caught in the keypad thing and...yeah. :( It still hurst.
Sincerily,
With a Numb Lip,
Miss Sophisticated
October 19, 2010
A 'Negative Outlook' Kind Of Day
Hello, all, Miss A. F. here.
*sigh* I feel as though all is bleak. Oh, so bleak. I think it was the going to bed late last night, and the waking up early, and the math test this morning, and the part where I missed my breakfast, and possibly the blah weather. Also, I haven't been out in awhile.
I have my days. Even as an introvert and self-diagnosed agoraphobic, I still get sick of being cooped up with my family for a few days. After about 48 hours, I begin to pound my head against the wall, and I start telling everyone things like, "Go take a long walk of a short peer, my friend." Only I'm not that nice about it. My mother, Lord love 'er, is even more of a home-body than I am, and simply can't understand what's the matter. "Hormones", says she, "Cabin Fever", says I. Really, I haven't gone further than the end of our road for three days. I have not spoken to anyone but my family for three days. I have had to listen to the tiffs, the whining, the "No, man, my legos are way better than your legos" stuff for three days. Someone send help. PLEASE, I beg of you, things are going to get ugly 'round here. *smacks forehead repeatedly*
Okay, so I might be a little, slightly, teeny bit hormonal, but I still want to go get a coffee or something. Oh, wait, I forgot. I live in the middle of nowhere, so the closest coffee place is twenty miles away. Silly me.
I'll post updates on my deteriorating condition tomorrow.
Signing off,
Miss Artsy Fartsy
*sigh* I feel as though all is bleak. Oh, so bleak. I think it was the going to bed late last night, and the waking up early, and the math test this morning, and the part where I missed my breakfast, and possibly the blah weather. Also, I haven't been out in awhile.
I have my days. Even as an introvert and self-diagnosed agoraphobic, I still get sick of being cooped up with my family for a few days. After about 48 hours, I begin to pound my head against the wall, and I start telling everyone things like, "Go take a long walk of a short peer, my friend." Only I'm not that nice about it. My mother, Lord love 'er, is even more of a home-body than I am, and simply can't understand what's the matter. "Hormones", says she, "Cabin Fever", says I. Really, I haven't gone further than the end of our road for three days. I have not spoken to anyone but my family for three days. I have had to listen to the tiffs, the whining, the "No, man, my legos are way better than your legos" stuff for three days. Someone send help. PLEASE, I beg of you, things are going to get ugly 'round here. *smacks forehead repeatedly*
Okay, so I might be a little, slightly, teeny bit hormonal, but I still want to go get a coffee or something. Oh, wait, I forgot. I live in the middle of nowhere, so the closest coffee place is twenty miles away. Silly me.
I'll post updates on my deteriorating condition tomorrow.
Signing off,
Miss Artsy Fartsy
October 18, 2010
Hey! It's Miss Sophisticated. I would like to add to Ms. ArstyFarsty's post. Here are some old pics. of us that I found:
As you can see we learned to love each other and to work out our problems from a young age. Thank for the head massage by the way, Leah. :)
And I soon learned the loving means also sharing...
And now I would like to make a special thank you to my favorite cousin (don't tell the others) and my best friend, Leah, for making this blog possible. I love you.
So anyways....would you like to now how my day went? Of course you would. Well I woke up (I thought it was early but I guess I never looked at the time), then I took a shower, and got ready because I have classes on Mondays. Well I went to dry my hair and my mom noticed it was 9:00. The problem is, my class starts at nine. So I hadn't packed my lunch, got my homework ready or gotten my shoes for volleyball or anything. So I ran around trying to get everything ready and we left by five after nine. In the car, on the way there, I spilled some of my protein shale on my white t-shirt. Thankfully i had a sweater which I buttoned up over the stain.
My first class was Biology and my teacher is nice, so she didn't hassle me for being twenty minutes late. As soon as I got into class I remembered that I was supposed to d o an experiment at home the previous week, take notes on the experiment, and turn them in. Well I didn't. I was all freaking out and stuff cause I totally didn't do my homework! Thank goodness nobody else did the experiment and she gave us another week.
Next is government. I would first like to thank all of you for emailing me some great ideas on the paper...NOT! But it's ok because my government teacher finally responded to my mom's email telling her that I was confused with the homework. My teacher said that I didn't have to worry about it and she would help me out in class next week. Today we had a substitute teacher, we watched School House Rock. It was great. We have no homework this week!
Now for lunch. It was a last minute lunch (my bad), so I had a sesame seed bagel with cream cheese. It was weird. It only ate half of it.
And, finally volleyball. The guys beat us all three games.
The End.
As you can see we learned to love each other and to work out our problems from a young age. Thank for the head massage by the way, Leah. :)
So anyways....would you like to now how my day went? Of course you would. Well I woke up (I thought it was early but I guess I never looked at the time), then I took a shower, and got ready because I have classes on Mondays. Well I went to dry my hair and my mom noticed it was 9:00. The problem is, my class starts at nine. So I hadn't packed my lunch, got my homework ready or gotten my shoes for volleyball or anything. So I ran around trying to get everything ready and we left by five after nine. In the car, on the way there, I spilled some of my protein shale on my white t-shirt. Thankfully i had a sweater which I buttoned up over the stain.
My first class was Biology and my teacher is nice, so she didn't hassle me for being twenty minutes late. As soon as I got into class I remembered that I was supposed to d o an experiment at home the previous week, take notes on the experiment, and turn them in. Well I didn't. I was all freaking out and stuff cause I totally didn't do my homework! Thank goodness nobody else did the experiment and she gave us another week.
Next is government. I would first like to thank all of you for emailing me some great ideas on the paper...NOT! But it's ok because my government teacher finally responded to my mom's email telling her that I was confused with the homework. My teacher said that I didn't have to worry about it and she would help me out in class next week. Today we had a substitute teacher, we watched School House Rock. It was great. We have no homework this week!
Now for lunch. It was a last minute lunch (my bad), so I had a sesame seed bagel with cream cheese. It was weird. It only ate half of it.
And, finally volleyball. The guys beat us all three games.
The End.
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