from 7:
starwars is BEST movie ever. I have 2 favorite charecters,Princess Leia, and Luke Skywalker.Yoda sounds funny. I told 37 that "Yoda sounds like Grover." and then dad said that "that was a very strong observation"and then 37 said "you're right Gracie. Yoda and Grover are the same pepole.Yoda and Grover have the same person spoken for their voice." Princess Leia kissed Honsolo and Luke both on the lips.in movie #5.one time I started breathing like darthvator.
from 37:
Okay, okay, geeks, hold your fire, and don't go bustin' 7's chops just because she gets a bit of the plot of star wars mixed up with the empire strikes back. She is but a young jedi and with enough (read: hundreds more) viewings, she, too, will be able to differentiate between the six sagas. Let's just for now be impressed that she referred to the leia smooch-a-thon scene as heralding from episode FIVE. (I won't tell you WHO referred to it as episode TWO just the week prior but...um, yeah, it was totally me.) So, anyhow this whole love-of-all-things Galaxy Far Far Away started about two weeks ago, when we decided it was high time to indoctrinate 7 and her younger brother into the world of droids and space dudes. Scott and I decided to start the viewing in the order in which nature and George Lucas intended: beginning with Princess Bun Head. Seeing this movie was a pivotal point in MY life, when my dad took me to a "grown up" movie for the very first time. I felt like the coolest kid in the world. And Princess Leia....whooo....she was a VISION in her flowy, hooded white gown, and her dewy coral lip gloss, and that hair....my moon and stars....the HAIR!! Those buns would be something we young lasses would not only covet in the late 70s, but attempt to recreate again and again and again, usually, to no avail, even with maternal involvement. It's no wonder so many of us fell for her, and why 7 is falling for her now. Next week, we'll have a viewing of Episode SIX, where 7 will learn, and undoubtedly be grossed out by, the fact that the previously ne'er do wrong Princess has been smooching on her BROTHER. Ewwww!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
let's dance!
from 7:
okay i was just at dance class,and i saw one of my BEST friends named olivia. in dance class me and olivia were so silly! and after dance class, we got (two) starburst(s). and we ate both of them before our mom's were even there to pick us up! and i usally get picked up after olivia, but this time, olivia got picked up after me!
from 37:
There wasn't much in the way of dance studios where I grew up in Tinytown, USA, but my mom managed to find me a place to get my tap, ballet, jazz on. Tammy's School of Dance it was called, and let me just say Tammy had a lot of other things going on in her life besides dance back in 1982. I remember specifically a time when all of us sat lined up against the wall, decked out in our leotards and legwarmers, most of us rocking side ponies, waiting for class to begin. Tammy was sitting opposite us, against the mirrors. Her mascara was all smeared. She wasn't talking, just sitting, and I'm not sure whether she even knew she had 15 young girls in the room with her. I remember we were whispering to each other; I think something in Tammy's face triggered our fight or flight responses, and we were just waiting to figure out which one we should use. I can't remember who started the yelling, but I remember it was loud, and it was maybe the first time I'd ever heard a grown-up yell in my life, outside of a football game. But before I knew it, it was a full-on scream-fest. Half of the yelling came from somewhere off-stage, from a deep voice that we quickly learned was her soon-to-be-ex-husband. The whole thing was very other-worldly, Tammy and her almost-ex yelling at each other like that. I wish I would have known then what I know now, so I could tell Tammy that nobody deserves to be yelled at like that, and that people who yell aren't really the sorts of folks you need to be palling around with anyhow. But we all just sat there, side-ponied, prepubescent wanna-be dancers, waiting for class to start and wanting our teacher to stop screaming and for that mean guy to magically hush. That's the only time I can distinctly remember Tammy and her almost-ex yelling, but I could be blocking out the other times. Regardless: not exacly the year I mastered my shimmie OR my chasse.
okay i was just at dance class,and i saw one of my BEST friends named olivia. in dance class me and olivia were so silly! and after dance class, we got (two) starburst(s). and we ate both of them before our mom's were even there to pick us up! and i usally get picked up after olivia, but this time, olivia got picked up after me!
from 37:
There wasn't much in the way of dance studios where I grew up in Tinytown, USA, but my mom managed to find me a place to get my tap, ballet, jazz on. Tammy's School of Dance it was called, and let me just say Tammy had a lot of other things going on in her life besides dance back in 1982. I remember specifically a time when all of us sat lined up against the wall, decked out in our leotards and legwarmers, most of us rocking side ponies, waiting for class to begin. Tammy was sitting opposite us, against the mirrors. Her mascara was all smeared. She wasn't talking, just sitting, and I'm not sure whether she even knew she had 15 young girls in the room with her. I remember we were whispering to each other; I think something in Tammy's face triggered our fight or flight responses, and we were just waiting to figure out which one we should use. I can't remember who started the yelling, but I remember it was loud, and it was maybe the first time I'd ever heard a grown-up yell in my life, outside of a football game. But before I knew it, it was a full-on scream-fest. Half of the yelling came from somewhere off-stage, from a deep voice that we quickly learned was her soon-to-be-ex-husband. The whole thing was very other-worldly, Tammy and her almost-ex yelling at each other like that. I wish I would have known then what I know now, so I could tell Tammy that nobody deserves to be yelled at like that, and that people who yell aren't really the sorts of folks you need to be palling around with anyhow. But we all just sat there, side-ponied, prepubescent wanna-be dancers, waiting for class to start and wanting our teacher to stop screaming and for that mean guy to magically hush. That's the only time I can distinctly remember Tammy and her almost-ex yelling, but I could be blocking out the other times. Regardless: not exacly the year I mastered my shimmie OR my chasse.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
ice skating ( with megan for 7)
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a few days ago, i went ice skating with my bestest friend ever named megan. and when it was time for them to clean the ice, (well it was my first time ice skating so megan's mom helped me get off the ice when it was time,) megan was coming to help me skate too. and she was at the end of the ( ice skating) rink,she was ice skating the wrong way. one time i almost went to the middle. then i told ms joy ( megan's mom) that i was cold and thirsty. and she said well why don't i buy you and megan some hot cocoa. and i said ok. and after that, we went back into the ice skating room, and ice skated some more. it was a FUN day. P.S. ME AND MEGAN.... BFFAEAE'S. ( AEAE stands for and ever and ever)
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You would think since I agreed that we would write on this topic, that I would have at least some small witty anecdote about ice skating to make my part interesting. But I got bupkis. Tonight's topic selection was a) 7's idea, and 2) basically a vehicle for 7 to tell y'all about her first exciting trip to the rink, courtesy of her aforementioned BFFAEAE, Megan. Now, MEGAN'S mom could tell you an ice skating story. She was championship Ice Princess skater grrl where she grew up in Coldsvile, Northdy North, USA. She could probably spin (punny!) a fabulous yarn about her days on the rink. Me? I vaguely remember something about a run-down ice rink in the middle of a mall somewhere near Charlotte when I was in high school. I remember being not good, and somewhat frightened of the whole bit. It wasn't the ice skating itself that was frightening, it was more because of the creepy dudes who hung out there. Maybe that's why I never became the Ice Princess of My Hometown. Either that, or it's because we haven't seen snow since the 70s, and the only thing we've got in the middle of our mall is a carousel. Maybe there's still time for me to become Little Miss Merry-Go-Round. Who knows? It's 2010. Bring it!
a few days ago, i went ice skating with my bestest friend ever named megan. and when it was time for them to clean the ice, (well it was my first time ice skating so megan's mom helped me get off the ice when it was time,) megan was coming to help me skate too. and she was at the end of the ( ice skating) rink,she was ice skating the wrong way. one time i almost went to the middle. then i told ms joy ( megan's mom) that i was cold and thirsty. and she said well why don't i buy you and megan some hot cocoa. and i said ok. and after that, we went back into the ice skating room, and ice skated some more. it was a FUN day. P.S. ME AND MEGAN.... BFFAEAE'S. ( AEAE stands for and ever and ever)
from 33333333333777777777777777733333333333333333333337777777777777333377777777:
You would think since I agreed that we would write on this topic, that I would have at least some small witty anecdote about ice skating to make my part interesting. But I got bupkis. Tonight's topic selection was a) 7's idea, and 2) basically a vehicle for 7 to tell y'all about her first exciting trip to the rink, courtesy of her aforementioned BFFAEAE, Megan. Now, MEGAN'S mom could tell you an ice skating story. She was championship Ice Princess skater grrl where she grew up in Coldsvile, Northdy North, USA. She could probably spin (punny!) a fabulous yarn about her days on the rink. Me? I vaguely remember something about a run-down ice rink in the middle of a mall somewhere near Charlotte when I was in high school. I remember being not good, and somewhat frightened of the whole bit. It wasn't the ice skating itself that was frightening, it was more because of the creepy dudes who hung out there. Maybe that's why I never became the Ice Princess of My Hometown. Either that, or it's because we haven't seen snow since the 70s, and the only thing we've got in the middle of our mall is a carousel. Maybe there's still time for me to become Little Miss Merry-Go-Round. Who knows? It's 2010. Bring it!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Holly Gollolly!
from 7 & 37:
7 got this great idea (a few weeks ago, but 37 can't possibly keep up with all of her whims) to mail all our beloved followers Christmas cards to say thank you for being, well...beloved followers! So then, I thought (I have whims of my own, you know), that it would be more appropriate to send you Digital Holiday Greetings, because a) that's the manner to which you have become accustomed to receiving greetings from us in, and 2) we're out of stamps.
So, to all our followers, new and old (we're up to TEN...how exciting is that?), and to those of you who follow us, but haven't figured out how to say so publicly (Mom and Trudy), MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, and HAVE A FABULOUS NEW YEAR! You guys are awesome, and every single comment, whether by blog, by email or by phone call, we appreciate you. Y'all keep us motivated!
Wishing you all the happiness that a brand new year brings!
With love,
7 & 37
7 got this great idea (a few weeks ago, but 37 can't possibly keep up with all of her whims) to mail all our beloved followers Christmas cards to say thank you for being, well...beloved followers! So then, I thought (I have whims of my own, you know), that it would be more appropriate to send you Digital Holiday Greetings, because a) that's the manner to which you have become accustomed to receiving greetings from us in, and 2) we're out of stamps.
So, to all our followers, new and old (we're up to TEN...how exciting is that?), and to those of you who follow us, but haven't figured out how to say so publicly (Mom and Trudy), MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, and HAVE A FABULOUS NEW YEAR! You guys are awesome, and every single comment, whether by blog, by email or by phone call, we appreciate you. Y'all keep us motivated!
Wishing you all the happiness that a brand new year brings!
With love,
7 & 37
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
going caroling
#7
lastnight me and my mom went caroling. first we got on the redemeer luthran church activity bus.( our pastor drove.)first we went to mr. rusty and ms. debbie's house, then we went to ms.lib's house,and then we went to two other families houses. it made them happy.
#37
it's not something you get the chance to participate in every day, or even every year for that matter, but if somebody asks you if you want to go caroling, say yes. it will warm a bunch of hearts, and make yours feel even bigger. singing experience not required. trust me.
lastnight me and my mom went caroling. first we got on the redemeer luthran church activity bus.( our pastor drove.)first we went to mr. rusty and ms. debbie's house, then we went to ms.lib's house,and then we went to two other families houses. it made them happy.
#37
it's not something you get the chance to participate in every day, or even every year for that matter, but if somebody asks you if you want to go caroling, say yes. it will warm a bunch of hearts, and make yours feel even bigger. singing experience not required. trust me.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
#7's christmas play
#7
today I had a christmas play. I wore my purple robe and we could'nt find the little rope that goes around my robe so we ended up using my dark purple scarf.and today at my christmas play............. we sang..............no ordinary night the first line is there's something in the air tonight it feel's as if the time right for something quite amazing to occur,the next song is glory to god.minding the flock tending the sheep trying to catch a moment of sleep,the next song is shaggy smelly sheep.the first line to that is camped upon a green judean hillside,the next song is head'in down to bethlehem,can't belive we really saw a angel,the next song is this is Jesus, little baby little savior who was born this holy night,the next song is go and tell.shout it from the housetop's.
P.S. we had speaking part's.
# 37
My participation in today's play was what my boss would refer to as "and all other duties as required." From the flocking of the sheep to the ironing of the backdrops to the wheeling out of the stage partition, I helped fill in the blanks where necessary. All of the accolades, however, go to my amazing friend, Martie, who pulled off the whole she-bang, along with our fab music director, Mark. I don't know how they did what they did, because it was one major production for our medium-ish Lutheran church, but they did it, and it was AWESOME. There's something magical and fabulous about a Christmas play; what a great way to celebrate this wonderful time of year.
today I had a christmas play. I wore my purple robe and we could'nt find the little rope that goes around my robe so we ended up using my dark purple scarf.and today at my christmas play............. we sang..............no ordinary night the first line is there's something in the air tonight it feel's as if the time right for something quite amazing to occur,the next song is glory to god.minding the flock tending the sheep trying to catch a moment of sleep,the next song is shaggy smelly sheep.the first line to that is camped upon a green judean hillside,the next song is head'in down to bethlehem,can't belive we really saw a angel,the next song is this is Jesus, little baby little savior who was born this holy night,the next song is go and tell.shout it from the housetop's.
P.S. we had speaking part's.
# 37
My participation in today's play was what my boss would refer to as "and all other duties as required." From the flocking of the sheep to the ironing of the backdrops to the wheeling out of the stage partition, I helped fill in the blanks where necessary. All of the accolades, however, go to my amazing friend, Martie, who pulled off the whole she-bang, along with our fab music director, Mark. I don't know how they did what they did, because it was one major production for our medium-ish Lutheran church, but they did it, and it was AWESOME. There's something magical and fabulous about a Christmas play; what a great way to celebrate this wonderful time of year.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
marshmallows
from 7:
marshmallows are very squishy their like cotton balls almost. they are delish. my brother (Jake). loves marshmallows so very much. and you can put them in hot choclate. I love the deyhidrated marshmallows and I like to eat some before they are even in the hot choclate yet! one time when I was sick I was so sick I went to my nina's and she poured the marshmallows in the hot choclate and I did'nt get to eat any! so here's what I had to do I had to do.I had to eat some choclate marshmallows!
from 37:
What's in a marshmallow, really? And why are they delicious alone, or in cocoa, or in Rice Krispies treats? Is there anything contained in a marshmallow besides sugar? Is it just sugar that's been heated to such a high temperature that it explodes into a tiny pouf? Maybe that's what's happened to me over the years...the high temperatures to which I have been exposed have caused me to explode into a pouf. Regardless of the contents, a marshmallow is a divine food. Just think of all the pistachio salads you would have missed out on in your lifetime weren't it for the creation of the marshmallow. My life would be poorer fo sho without those white little poufers. One of my first jobs was at one of those all you can eat salad and steak places, and, while my friends got the pie jobs waitressing, I was relegated to the bowels of the restaurant...the kitchen...where I think my title was Salad Broad, or something as equally as complimentary. While my supercute friends got to wear their high hair without any sort of cumbersome head attire, I had to wear a white golfer's cap, which, I kid you not, said, "Salad Bar" on it. That's me...."Salad Bar"...the ENTIRE thing! And mind you golfer's hats were by NO MEANS fashionable back when I was Salad Broad aka Salad Bar, which made it even MORE uncomfortable to look at. I'm 37, so back when I was doing this gig, the jaunty-golfer-hat-look had left the building some 10 years prior, not to reappear until Justin Timberlake brought them into fashion like 5 minutes ago. So, no big fashion points being earned for Salad Bar. Anyhow, I worked in the back with this German woman named Brunhilde. It sounds like I'm being stereotypical by saying I worked for a German woman named Brunhilde, but can you BE stereotypical when you're telling a true story? Anyhow, Brunhilde was her full name, she told me, but she had just "Hilde" on her nametag. She had her own golf cap of shame, and she spoke with those really gutteral sounds that kind of scared you, but made you want to hear her talk more, too. She and I got to know each other very well back in the armpit of that steakhouse, and one of the things I remember best about Hilde was how she taught me how to make a VAT of pistachio salad that would, suprisingly, only last a few hours on a Friday night on that salad bar. People would cram that stuff into their faces like it was money. Anyhow, to create that vat took an ENORMOUS amount of marshmallows, plenty of pistachio pudding, and pounds of pineapple. Mix it with some Cool Whip in a tub the size of a small child, and you got yourself some good EATS! I'm proud to say that Green Pistachio Pouf Salad is now in my recipe repertoire because of Brunhilde. But I had to give the golf hat back.
marshmallows are very squishy their like cotton balls almost. they are delish. my brother (Jake). loves marshmallows so very much. and you can put them in hot choclate. I love the deyhidrated marshmallows and I like to eat some before they are even in the hot choclate yet! one time when I was sick I was so sick I went to my nina's and she poured the marshmallows in the hot choclate and I did'nt get to eat any! so here's what I had to do I had to do.I had to eat some choclate marshmallows!
from 37:
What's in a marshmallow, really? And why are they delicious alone, or in cocoa, or in Rice Krispies treats? Is there anything contained in a marshmallow besides sugar? Is it just sugar that's been heated to such a high temperature that it explodes into a tiny pouf? Maybe that's what's happened to me over the years...the high temperatures to which I have been exposed have caused me to explode into a pouf. Regardless of the contents, a marshmallow is a divine food. Just think of all the pistachio salads you would have missed out on in your lifetime weren't it for the creation of the marshmallow. My life would be poorer fo sho without those white little poufers. One of my first jobs was at one of those all you can eat salad and steak places, and, while my friends got the pie jobs waitressing, I was relegated to the bowels of the restaurant...the kitchen...where I think my title was Salad Broad, or something as equally as complimentary. While my supercute friends got to wear their high hair without any sort of cumbersome head attire, I had to wear a white golfer's cap, which, I kid you not, said, "Salad Bar" on it. That's me...."Salad Bar"...the ENTIRE thing! And mind you golfer's hats were by NO MEANS fashionable back when I was Salad Broad aka Salad Bar, which made it even MORE uncomfortable to look at. I'm 37, so back when I was doing this gig, the jaunty-golfer-hat-look had left the building some 10 years prior, not to reappear until Justin Timberlake brought them into fashion like 5 minutes ago. So, no big fashion points being earned for Salad Bar. Anyhow, I worked in the back with this German woman named Brunhilde. It sounds like I'm being stereotypical by saying I worked for a German woman named Brunhilde, but can you BE stereotypical when you're telling a true story? Anyhow, Brunhilde was her full name, she told me, but she had just "Hilde" on her nametag. She had her own golf cap of shame, and she spoke with those really gutteral sounds that kind of scared you, but made you want to hear her talk more, too. She and I got to know each other very well back in the armpit of that steakhouse, and one of the things I remember best about Hilde was how she taught me how to make a VAT of pistachio salad that would, suprisingly, only last a few hours on a Friday night on that salad bar. People would cram that stuff into their faces like it was money. Anyhow, to create that vat took an ENORMOUS amount of marshmallows, plenty of pistachio pudding, and pounds of pineapple. Mix it with some Cool Whip in a tub the size of a small child, and you got yourself some good EATS! I'm proud to say that Green Pistachio Pouf Salad is now in my recipe repertoire because of Brunhilde. But I had to give the golf hat back.
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