No Sex Allowed!

I am your brother

I'll climb the frosty mountain...

Funny American Idol audition from last season.

Killer Whale

I had a dream that I was attacked by a killer whale that washed up on the beach. It bit me multiple times and left bite marks, but did not puncture my skin. I took a picture while he was biting me. That is all.

Wii!

I plan on writing a longer, more detailed post about the holidays later, but for now I just want to share a story with you about one of my Christmas presents. For about a month now I've been thinking that Gagoo was getting me a washer for Christmas. I think we already have a dryer somewhere just waiting for a washer to go with it before we move it to my apartment. About two days before Christmas, I mentioned something to my mom about finding a Wii Fit on ebay. I know, I know, what does this have to do with a washer and dryer? Just hold on. I'm getting to it. Anyway, Mom had been talking about wanting to get a Wii for her and dad since they're currently sharing mine with me. I said there was no point in her buying one now because she'd have mine at the house since I've been playing the playstation a lot more (we switch between the Wii and the Playstation). I'm starting to get confused as I'm writing this so I'll just get to the point. After I mentioned looking for Wii Fit online, she gave me a funny look, suggesting that she had either already bought a Wii Fit or had been looking for one. I thought I might be getting one for Christmas, but actually forgot about it entirely. So Christmas morning came and "Santa" didn't bring me a Wii Fit, or any Wii games for that matter. I didn't really think much of it because I'd forgotten about that look mom had given me. When it was time to open presents from Gagoo, I had sort of given up hope of a washer (which actually disappointed me) because there were two boxes for me from her. I opened the first one. It was a shirt (that I haven't really even looked at yet). The second one was a Wii Fit! I was really excited because I've been wanting to try it. Alison and I are determined to lose weight but we're too lazy. The treadmill I bought has only been used once and is now collecting dust in our kitchen. So I figured a Wii Fit would be a fun way to exercise.

Christmas night, we set it up. Hailey, the girls, Mom, and Gagoo were watching, so we decided to let Libby go first since she's the lightest and wouldn't get embarrassed at her weight. I decided not to let anyone see me do it. When the girls begged me to go on and do it, I jokingly said, "As soon as I step on, it'll yell at me and tell me I'm fat!" The girls laughed at me and kept telling me it wouldn't do that. I felt really bad for Hailey because it ended up showing that she's overweight. The thing is, we didn't know her exact height, so I guessed, which could have made the BMI a little off. Also, it isn't always accurate for people under 20. She was kind of upset about it but got over it once they started playing games. It was fun watching the girls play the games.

Anyway, after everyone had left (except for Mom who was half asleep on the couch), I decided to take my turn. The first thing you have to do is tell it your age, height, and the weight of your clothes (light or heavy). Then it weighs you and calculates your BMI and center of balance. You don't get to see your weight or BMI until after the whole test is finished. My center of balance was pretty good, but slightly to the left. It started doing its calculation and all of a sudden the little Wii voice yells, "THAT'S OBESE!" I kid you not. The thing actually yelled at me and told me I was fat. And every time I step on the darn board, it goes "OH!" like it's surprised. After it yelled at me, Mom woke up and said, "did that just yell at you?" It's very depressing, but at the same time incredibly motivating. I've been playing it for about an hour everyday. I'm the hula hoop queen. You should see these hips move! Even if it doesn't help me lose weight, at least it's fun!

Uh Oh!

I'm really nervous right now, but can't get a hold of anyone in my class to bitch about it. So I guess I'll just blog about it. I was all set to start some major studying. I have a HUGE final tomorrow that's supposed to be pretty hard. I was gathering all the necessary equipment; books, paper, donuts, pencils, chocolate milk, highlighters... I decided to check my email first. Well apparently we're supposed to get some pretty bad weather tonight. I had an email from Dr. Cranfill, the professor whose final I was about to study for. In the email, she proposed that she give us the final online, but not on blackboard. She would email us the final by 9:00 am and we would have to complete it and email it back to her by 11:00 am. For every minute after 11:05 that it was late, she would deduct points. Well, for someone who knows that computers aren't always the most reliable things in the world, this worried me. Thoughts of computer malfunctions ran through my head as I read this email. Aside from anything that could go wrong electronically, I think I would completely SUCK at taking this final online. For starters, I guarantee I won't study as hard for it because I'll think "Oh yeah, I can just use my book if I don't know an answer." But seriously guys, this woman's tests are ridiculous. The book wouldn't really help me much. Also, on Thursday she was going to let us come in and make corrections (without using our books though), but now she won't let us do that because she can't prove that we didn't use our books in the first place. I don't know what I'm gonna do if this thing is online. I'm screwed! On the plus side, I wouldn't have to get dressed and drive to campus. I just wish she would go on and tell us what she's going to do. I guess I'm off to start studying. Wish me luck!

I Sucked It Back In Part 2: It's a Big One

James never fails to entertain me and keep me on my toes. Yesterday I was alone with 8 campers. Sounds easy, right? Wrong! Throw in some hitting, whining, name calling, and crying and it makes for a pretty long day. We finally made it to afternoon snack. When everyone was finished eating, I asked each kid individually if they needed to use the bathroom. A few went, but not James, the kid who has to pee every 10 minutes. With bladders emptied, we headed outside to the scorching hot playground. Not five minutes after we got outside, I see James running toward me screaming, "I HAVE TO POOOOOOOOOOP!" I tried to keep a straight face and asked him why he didn't go before. I couldn't leave the rest of the kids outside and I wasn't about to drag them all back in again so I asked if he could just hold it for a few minutes. His reply was, "It's a big one." Keep in mind, through this whole conversation this kid was dead serious. So I said, "well can't you just suck it back in like last time?" "Nope," he said "I can't suck the big ones back in." I think I laughed for about 5 minutes straight on that one. Gotta love him!

Another James story from the other day. All summer this kid has constantly rubbed my arms with his hands when he's talking to me or ttrying to get my attention. The other day I really didn't want to be touched so after 5 straight minutes of him rubbing my arm, I asked him why he's always touching me. His reply was, "I just can't help it. I really like you." So I asked him why he likes me and he said, "Because you have really soft skin." lol so the rest of the week I've been asking him if other people have soft skin and he says no, that mine is the softest. He's so funny.

Wedding, apartment, and 4th of July posts coming soon!