I hate it when people take it upon themselves to tell me something about my appearance that there is no way I could Not have noticed.
"You're socks don't match" - Green and purple are pretty much the same color anyway.
"Wow, bumpits poof" - actually, my head is just shaped like that.
"You have a back scratcher through your hair" - What tha! How did THAT get there!
Talk about stating the obvious. If you would like to make a statement about my weird apparel, do it, don't just inform me of it's existence.
And yes, I do have a back scratcher stuck through the middle of my head. Its kind of hard to get through doorways, but I find that it relieves stress. Besides freaking out the workmen who are putting in our new windows.
By the way, these windows are magical. Mom keeps referring to "When the windows get put in" as if it was some sort of glorious event after which our lives will visibly improve and under each one we will find what we all most desire. I hope mine gives me a pony, or a miniature donkey. I'm pretty sure that these windows were found at the end of a rainbow.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Be Fancy
Hero of my life: Fancy Pants Man.
Okay! Fancy pants man 3 just came out on flash and it's awesome. If you type the letter D you can use a sword. That is how fancy this Pants man is. I wanna be his sidekick.
http://gorillaarcade.com/playgame/3652/Fancy-Pants-Adventures-Sneak-Peek
HE'S TOO AWESOME!
http://gorillaarcade.com/playgame/3652/Fancy-Pants-Adventures-Sneak-Peek
HE'S TOO AWESOME!
Coffee!
Every morning, if my Dad had time, I wake up to a lava hot pot of coffee. Carefully stored in a thermos to keep it at that exact temperature for the next two days.
Usually I shower and get dressed before I pour the life giving liquid, but sometimes morning starts stabbing me with guilt for spending so much time with evening, and sometimes the blankets kind of latch on to my ankles and I have to tear away from my nice warm bed, which makes me hate.
So, I drink a cup of coffee.
I'm very particular about my mug though. I cannot drink out of anything that doesn't coordinate with my outfit, or at least not clash. So, something simple and looks like it could be in a commercial. Cause that's what I think about in the morning. We have about twelve thousand mugs and there is only about five that I would deem worthy of my morning coffee. If they are otherwise occupied I choose a lesser mug and mope.
The "Keep calm and carry on" one is probably my favorite. Not only because that is the only time I will take advice like that (When I'm slowly absorbing caffeine) but it has a cute little crown on it and it makes me happy.
When I pour my coffee in the cup I have to think about how much sugar I need and whether it will make the coffee overflow. These things are important. I put alotalot of sugar in my coffee.
Yup, I do lick the side of my mug for drops of coffee, I do use just any spoon on the counter to stir it, I always end up with a bunch of sugar in the last sip, and sometimes that's all I have for breakfast.
Don't be hatin'
I lika da coffee of bean.
Usually I shower and get dressed before I pour the life giving liquid, but sometimes morning starts stabbing me with guilt for spending so much time with evening, and sometimes the blankets kind of latch on to my ankles and I have to tear away from my nice warm bed, which makes me hate.
So, I drink a cup of coffee.
I'm very particular about my mug though. I cannot drink out of anything that doesn't coordinate with my outfit, or at least not clash. So, something simple and looks like it could be in a commercial. Cause that's what I think about in the morning. We have about twelve thousand mugs and there is only about five that I would deem worthy of my morning coffee. If they are otherwise occupied I choose a lesser mug and mope.
The "Keep calm and carry on" one is probably my favorite. Not only because that is the only time I will take advice like that (When I'm slowly absorbing caffeine) but it has a cute little crown on it and it makes me happy.
When I pour my coffee in the cup I have to think about how much sugar I need and whether it will make the coffee overflow. These things are important. I put alotalot of sugar in my coffee.
Yup, I do lick the side of my mug for drops of coffee, I do use just any spoon on the counter to stir it, I always end up with a bunch of sugar in the last sip, and sometimes that's all I have for breakfast.
Don't be hatin'
I lika da coffee of bean.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Girls become llamas
*Mercy and me listening to John Mayer's song "Daughters"*.
Loyal comes in. "I HATE this song!"
Mercy "Why would you say that? What could make you hate this song?"
Loyal "Girls become Llamas? That doesnt even make any sense!"
Mercy and me *Confused*
Song: "Girls become lovers, and turn into mothers-"
Loyal "See?!"
Me *Laughing*
Mercy "Its 'girls become Lovers!"
Loyal. "Oh. k, never mind. I thought he said Llamas" Walks away.
Mercy ....
Me *Still, still laughing*
Loyal comes in. "I HATE this song!"
Mercy "Why would you say that? What could make you hate this song?"
Loyal "Girls become Llamas? That doesnt even make any sense!"
Mercy and me *Confused*
Song: "Girls become lovers, and turn into mothers-"
Loyal "See?!"
Me *Laughing*
Mercy "Its 'girls become Lovers!"
Loyal. "Oh. k, never mind. I thought he said Llamas" Walks away.
Mercy ....
Me *Still, still laughing*
Thursday, June 23, 2011
New listings and a snail
There's a snail I know,
He thinks that he has a lot of friends,
But he just, cant remember where they live,
And if he did,
He couldn't leave his house to visit them.
So, he plods along,
Wishing that he could sing a song,
But his mouth is on the underside of him,
and the ground would muffle every single word.
So he is silent.
Leaving nothing behind him but some ooze,
And that's not his fault.
No, not his fault.
-Libi-
Here's some new listings in my shop.
Link: http://www.etsy.com/listing/76296126/totoro-set-of-three-wall-hanging
Pictures:
http://www.etsy.com/listing/76295059/wall-hanging-portrait-of-a-girl?ref=v1_other_2
Before you see this one you have to watch this video
Mercy was out of town for a couple of days and I was bored out of my mind. Dad comes home from work, doesn't say a word, sits down on the couch and starts singing this song. Yeah. I made this for him.
http://www.etsy.com/listing/76294387/fish-head-wall-hanging?ref=v1_other_2
I also made portraits of Mercy and me, but I forgot to take pictures. So, just imagine it in your heads. RIGHT NOW!
Also, Brett Dennen is the best, keep that in mind if you need music. I really like his stuff.
I always wondered what you are supposed to say at the end of a blog post. Is it like a letter to anybody that you sign with your name? Do you say Bye? What about ciao? nothanks. But anyway... Farewell.
He thinks that he has a lot of friends,
But he just, cant remember where they live,
And if he did,
He couldn't leave his house to visit them.
So, he plods along,
Wishing that he could sing a song,
But his mouth is on the underside of him,
and the ground would muffle every single word.
So he is silent.
Leaving nothing behind him but some ooze,
And that's not his fault.
No, not his fault.
-Libi-
Here's some new listings in my shop.
Link: http://www.etsy.com/listing/76296126/totoro-set-of-three-wall-hanging
Pictures:
Mercy was out of town for a couple of days and I was bored out of my mind. Dad comes home from work, doesn't say a word, sits down on the couch and starts singing this song. Yeah. I made this for him.
http://www.etsy.com/listing/76294387/fish-head-wall-hanging?ref=v1_other_2
Also, Brett Dennen is the best, keep that in mind if you need music. I really like his stuff.
I always wondered what you are supposed to say at the end of a blog post. Is it like a letter to anybody that you sign with your name? Do you say Bye? What about ciao? nothanks. But anyway... Farewell.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Joe
Thursday, June ninth, Joseph Ballew was in an accident and passed away that night.
He had a beautiful funeral on Tuesday, with friends and family sharing favorite stories and pictures.
My Dad met Joe when he was eighteen and Joe was fifteen at their church youth group. Joe's Uncle was the youth group leader for a while.
Dad and Joe became great friends and when my Dad moved down to Texas (From Michigan) and was asked by his Boss if he knew anyone he could train as a new printing machine manager (I'm not sure what the official title of the job was) he suggested Joe, and Joe moved down here to take the job.
They stayed in touch on and off and a couple years later after my Dad had become a Dad of five Mr. Joe (That's what us kids call him) moved into one of our spare bedrooms and lived with us for, I think six years.
He taught Abi how to assemble a Glock in the dark and bought and taught my Mom how to handle and shoot a small gun. Mom was afraid that if she shot the gun at someone the bullets would go through a wall and might get one of her kids, so as an added precaution he got.. the bullets that don't go through things...(sorry)
Then my mom asked. "But Joe, what if you come in and I don't know its you?" His reply was "Becky, then my last words would be 'Good shot"
He always told her. "Once in the head, twice in the chest."
He was kind of a scary looking guy back then. He always wore black, rode a motorcycle, almost always had a gun with him, and was a really big bald guy. But if anyone ever asked suspiciously about him and leaving us with him, Mom's reply would be. "Joe, would sacrifice his life for any one of my kids" and it was true.
He was so careful with us kids. We have a bunch of stories of him letting us do stuff that we thought were the coolest craziest things, but now that we look back, he was completely in control and everything was really safe. Which is p[probably why he was so cool to us. We were having so much fun, and we (And Mom and Dad) never were afraid when he was in charge that we would fall or get hurt, and we never did. He was the same way with his son Caleb, and if possible, even more so.
My nickname was Spike because as a KID I had a really bad cowlick. He would always sing the Georgia Ray song to Mercy as Mercy Rae. (Okay! baby what I say!) He would talk to us not as if we were kids, but as if he was a kid too. He would get down on his hands and knees and become our equal. A much more sensible equal, but still.
He moved out and got married to a woman with a son from a previous marriage and just recently they got divorced and Mr. Joe won primary custody of Caleb. We were watching Caleb, five days a week from eight until six, while Mr. Joe was at work. When he would drop Caleb off he would give us his breakfast, a neat bag of cheerios and a banana, kiss Caleb on the head and give him a hug, thank us, and leave for the day.
When he came to pick Caleb up, Caleb would be so excited. He would smile like crazy, and run to meet him. Mr. Joe would sneak up and surprise him. Then we would tell him how the day went, pack up all his stuff, and he would make Caleb thank us, thank us himself and say goodbye until tomorrow.
Just recently Mr. Joe's job had started earlier so he was dropping Caleb off at six thirty in the morning. The last time I ever saw Mr. Joe was at six thirty in the morning, a week before his death. I had been appointed to greet Caleb but had fallen asleep on the couch and only woke up when they came in. I was really groggy and got a box of playmobile knights for Caleb to play with. Mr. Joe kissed his son goodbye and said "Thank you Libi" I think I mumbled "No Problem" or something. I went back to bed sick so I didn't see them Friday and Caleb doesn't come on the weekends. Monday I left for a week trip so South Dakota where me and Mom spent Thursday night off and on the phone trying to figure out what was going on.
The day of the funeral I sat and listened to hilarious tear spattered stories from Dad and Joe's siblings. We were going to have them and Caleb and his Mom over on Thursday but Caleb was having nightmares so they went home, and the family wanted to hang out together.
At Mr. Joe's house, next to Caleb's bed there was a small night stand. When Pastor Niell went over there to help get Caleb's clothes and toys, he saw that on the nightstand there was a Bible and a Cantus.
While Mom and Dad were talking to Pastor Niell about their earliest memories of Mr. Joe, I noticed that they both mentioned and stressed that whenever they saw him, at youth group or church he Always had his Bible. We have a picture of my Dad holding baby Abigail in a frilly dress, Mom, with her tiny waist, and Joe, with a mullet, and his Bible.
I know that this is a confusing jumble of memories and stories, but I wanted to share it. Cause.
He had a beautiful funeral on Tuesday, with friends and family sharing favorite stories and pictures.
My Dad met Joe when he was eighteen and Joe was fifteen at their church youth group. Joe's Uncle was the youth group leader for a while.
Dad and Joe became great friends and when my Dad moved down to Texas (From Michigan) and was asked by his Boss if he knew anyone he could train as a new printing machine manager (I'm not sure what the official title of the job was) he suggested Joe, and Joe moved down here to take the job.
They stayed in touch on and off and a couple years later after my Dad had become a Dad of five Mr. Joe (That's what us kids call him) moved into one of our spare bedrooms and lived with us for, I think six years.
He taught Abi how to assemble a Glock in the dark and bought and taught my Mom how to handle and shoot a small gun. Mom was afraid that if she shot the gun at someone the bullets would go through a wall and might get one of her kids, so as an added precaution he got.. the bullets that don't go through things...(sorry)
Then my mom asked. "But Joe, what if you come in and I don't know its you?" His reply was "Becky, then my last words would be 'Good shot"
He always told her. "Once in the head, twice in the chest."
He was kind of a scary looking guy back then. He always wore black, rode a motorcycle, almost always had a gun with him, and was a really big bald guy. But if anyone ever asked suspiciously about him and leaving us with him, Mom's reply would be. "Joe, would sacrifice his life for any one of my kids" and it was true.
He was so careful with us kids. We have a bunch of stories of him letting us do stuff that we thought were the coolest craziest things, but now that we look back, he was completely in control and everything was really safe. Which is p[probably why he was so cool to us. We were having so much fun, and we (And Mom and Dad) never were afraid when he was in charge that we would fall or get hurt, and we never did. He was the same way with his son Caleb, and if possible, even more so.
My nickname was Spike because as a KID I had a really bad cowlick. He would always sing the Georgia Ray song to Mercy as Mercy Rae. (Okay! baby what I say!) He would talk to us not as if we were kids, but as if he was a kid too. He would get down on his hands and knees and become our equal. A much more sensible equal, but still.
He moved out and got married to a woman with a son from a previous marriage and just recently they got divorced and Mr. Joe won primary custody of Caleb. We were watching Caleb, five days a week from eight until six, while Mr. Joe was at work. When he would drop Caleb off he would give us his breakfast, a neat bag of cheerios and a banana, kiss Caleb on the head and give him a hug, thank us, and leave for the day.
When he came to pick Caleb up, Caleb would be so excited. He would smile like crazy, and run to meet him. Mr. Joe would sneak up and surprise him. Then we would tell him how the day went, pack up all his stuff, and he would make Caleb thank us, thank us himself and say goodbye until tomorrow.
Just recently Mr. Joe's job had started earlier so he was dropping Caleb off at six thirty in the morning. The last time I ever saw Mr. Joe was at six thirty in the morning, a week before his death. I had been appointed to greet Caleb but had fallen asleep on the couch and only woke up when they came in. I was really groggy and got a box of playmobile knights for Caleb to play with. Mr. Joe kissed his son goodbye and said "Thank you Libi" I think I mumbled "No Problem" or something. I went back to bed sick so I didn't see them Friday and Caleb doesn't come on the weekends. Monday I left for a week trip so South Dakota where me and Mom spent Thursday night off and on the phone trying to figure out what was going on.
The day of the funeral I sat and listened to hilarious tear spattered stories from Dad and Joe's siblings. We were going to have them and Caleb and his Mom over on Thursday but Caleb was having nightmares so they went home, and the family wanted to hang out together.
At Mr. Joe's house, next to Caleb's bed there was a small night stand. When Pastor Niell went over there to help get Caleb's clothes and toys, he saw that on the nightstand there was a Bible and a Cantus.
While Mom and Dad were talking to Pastor Niell about their earliest memories of Mr. Joe, I noticed that they both mentioned and stressed that whenever they saw him, at youth group or church he Always had his Bible. We have a picture of my Dad holding baby Abigail in a frilly dress, Mom, with her tiny waist, and Joe, with a mullet, and his Bible.
I know that this is a confusing jumble of memories and stories, but I wanted to share it. Cause.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Errol Flynn
I'm watching Robin Hood with Errol Flynn while I eat refrigerated oreos. *Commercial music starts* They're much better that way. Crunchy and cold.
Flynn is so snarky I cant even believe. This is one of my favorite movies. I definitely used to have a major crush on him. Will scarlet doesn't do anything but grin and laugh at Flynn's one liners. This is pretty much how the scene goes.
Sheriff: *oppressing poor Innocent*
Poor peasant: Someday, someone will save us from your oppression!
Sheriff: *Laughs and prepares to deal out a blow to peasant*
Robin: *Arrives dramatically on horse and shoots weapon out of Sheriff's hand*
Sheriff: How dare you!
Robin: I didn't know the Sheriff of Nottingham ---- (Fill in blank with wisecrack about Normans)
Sheriff: *Glares*
Scarlet: *Laughs and adds something to wisecrack*
Sheriff: I'm going to arrest you!
Robin: *Points drawn bow and arrow at sheriff*
Sheriff and men leave angry and scared.
Will and Robin laugh while helping up poor peasant.
Robin: *Another Norman joke*
Will: *Laughs*
I think it's interesting that Robin has sequins on the hem of his *REALLY* short tunic. And his glow in the dark green tights are hardly going to blend in with the surroundings. I'm not even going to mention Will Scarlet who is wearing bright RED! He looks like a beet!
I wonder how many times Errol had to practice that laugh after Little John pulled him out of the knee-deep river. The one where he breaks into a jolly roar a second after being mad. Pure talent, right there. That's why I love that guy.
Oh, and did you know that Flynn's middle name is Leslie? funny!
His mustache! and hair! How does he make it Do that?
*Laugh* I'm watching the archery tournament scene in the movie. Oh look! I wonder who this nameless, tall, undisguised, "tinker" is!? Yeah, how did they ever find out it was him? I dont think he thought his disguise through very well.
Flynn is so snarky I cant even believe. This is one of my favorite movies. I definitely used to have a major crush on him. Will scarlet doesn't do anything but grin and laugh at Flynn's one liners. This is pretty much how the scene goes.
Sheriff: *oppressing poor Innocent*
Poor peasant: Someday, someone will save us from your oppression!
Sheriff: *Laughs and prepares to deal out a blow to peasant*
Robin: *Arrives dramatically on horse and shoots weapon out of Sheriff's hand*
Sheriff: How dare you!
Robin: I didn't know the Sheriff of Nottingham ---- (Fill in blank with wisecrack about Normans)
Sheriff: *Glares*
Scarlet: *Laughs and adds something to wisecrack*
Sheriff: I'm going to arrest you!
Robin: *Points drawn bow and arrow at sheriff*
Sheriff and men leave angry and scared.
Will and Robin laugh while helping up poor peasant.
Robin: *Another Norman joke*
Will: *Laughs*
I think it's interesting that Robin has sequins on the hem of his *REALLY* short tunic. And his glow in the dark green tights are hardly going to blend in with the surroundings. I'm not even going to mention Will Scarlet who is wearing bright RED! He looks like a beet!
I wonder how many times Errol had to practice that laugh after Little John pulled him out of the knee-deep river. The one where he breaks into a jolly roar a second after being mad. Pure talent, right there. That's why I love that guy.
Oh, and did you know that Flynn's middle name is Leslie? funny!
*Laugh* I'm watching the archery tournament scene in the movie. Oh look! I wonder who this nameless, tall, undisguised, "tinker" is!? Yeah, how did they ever find out it was him? I dont think he thought his disguise through very well.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
sosick
I'm really sick right now. Ouchy all over. The only reason I'm doing this right now is because if I stay in my room all I can do is listen while my family makes my favorite meal for a dinner to which I am not invited. So, I'm on the computer and I am looking at Zooey deschanel's blog HelloGiggles and I find this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_sfnQDr1-o&feature=player_embedded
The music is the best. I will definitely be singing this in my delirium. BABYMONKEY!
The music is the best. I will definitely be singing this in my delirium. BABYMONKEY!
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