quote of the day

rachel, should i minor in terrorism?

- brielle

...

be afraid. be very afraid.

BREAKING NEWS!

no but seriously, lauren is taking this all really hard.

boots shmoots

today was the coronation of my 2009 boots season.

i wore my boots.

i was happy that i wore my boots.

i felt like stomping on things.

i love boots.

in other news, i have been greatly discouraged in my conviction that i should hail people walking in the opposite direction with a cheerful "hello!".

today two girls were walking on my street. they totally just stared at me when i said hi. they didn't smile. they didn't even do me the honor of ignoring me and pretending they didn't hear. and i was one foot away from them.

....

they were probably jealous of my boots.

ok. the end.

lauren's current screen:

PBS frontier house?

really, lauren? really?

(three posts in one day... oh yeah, baby.
this post dedicated to casey somerville.. :))

the mouse is gone.

oh, and i would also officially like to announce that the mouse is gone.

i've heard that mice can sense when there is extreme animosity and will just up and leave in such circumstances. either that or they will poop all over the room of the person who most despises them.

the former appears to be the case.

lauren and brielle have so much hatred in their hearts towards this innocent rodent, that their hatred has spilled over and poisoned our house.

the mouse has packed up and left, without being trapped or maced or beaten. it could sense the hatred, and it has gone.

let this be a somber lesson to you--- your hatred can affect the lives of others.

but, more importantly, it can affect the state of your own soul.

[condescending sigh]

the day of the TURDUCKEN!!!!!

first of all, can i just say that lauren's most recent blog title was deceptively exciting.

next of all, this is how i woke up this morning:

joanna: rachel! get uuuup!

rachel: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh [i make loud noises when awaking for deep slumber]

joanna: it won't help you to lay there any longer

rachel: [sitting up] joanna, is it weird that i woke up with the word turducken in my head? do you even know what a turducken IS?

joanna: your mom is a turducken.

rachel: hahaha..... a turducken is a turkey inside a chicken.. wait. a chicken inside a turkey... i mean, a turkey stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken.

but anyways, the moral of the story is that, ever since i woke up, i have been randomly shouting the word TURDUCKEN!!! a lot. and then, when i drove joanna to school, i've been trying to imagine people as turduckens. like, there was a really bad driver and, instead of getting angry, i called him a TURDUCKEN and started laughing. because i was imagining a turducken driving that van. ... that is a hilarious mental image.

actually, i've been very vocal today.

yesterday, joanna was listening to Tchaikovsky's piano concerto [yes, i copied and pasted. i didn't know how to spell his name. i admit] and so i've been going around the house shouting "duun DUUUN DUUUUUUUN!" and then doing the violin parts, too. it's been fun. joanna was laughing at me a lot.

i love that concerto, though. you should listen to it:

speaking of joanna, joanna is the best. i always value our little car rides home. we talk about everything in our lives and it's always so cool to see how wise she is, even though she's practically a baby. haha. juuust kidding, joanna.

but i do love her. so much. she's not a turducken.

ok. the end.

have a good turducken day! may the turducken be with you!

i'm off to read my bible and then to work!

Fire Breathing, headstands, and pancakes

Last night, our student union had something called an allnighter. As we walked through, we saw tight shorted acrobats in the eating area lunging around and climbing on each other. We went downstairs and there was a some Indian music playing with people dancing all around and waiting to eat free pancakes. As we left, I told Danielle that this was the weirdest event I had ever been to and I don't think it could get any weirder. Like a dreamworld. We turn a corner to go to our car and we see people breathing fire. What the heck.

Then, we came home and Joanna did the most amazing head stand I have ever seen. She is an acrobat. Rachel did it too. Her head is tough. Stace did it. I tried. I failed. Video footage was taken.

This morning was magical. Waking up early, pouring coffee, sitting on the porch in the crisp air, windows open as some of my favorite girls come over to enjoy pancakes. Bliss. Oh. And Hannah brought me a new huge-o mug. Every time you sip, you see the quote inside the cup that says "Life is short, stay awake for it." I have a generous sister.