Thunder, Lightning, and Purring

Last night, as y'all probably well know, there was a huge-o thunderstorm-o. This fact was revealed to me at exactly 12:37 am by a blue flash of lightning and then a crack of thunder--I call it a "crack" because it sounded just like those rice cake things your mom gives you when you're a toddler to occupy you in the grocery store, as opposed to stealing samples. Just a really, really big rice cake, say as large as the atmosphere around the Earth.

This giant rice cake crackled into little pieces, accompanied by flashes of lightning that were hotter than the sun (really truly, they are. I force you to learn.) and possibly brighter as well.

So I kinda hid under the covers until Perry came over, crawled into the nook of my legs, and went to sleep. Having a purring kitty relaxes you. I strongly recommend it.

So peopled out. . . I might need some excuses.

Berries, Cobblers, and Pies

As part of my goal to accomplish something every day before school starts, I requested a berry-picking expedition Monday. My wish was granted.

Being fair-skinned, we applied our sunscreen religiously. Of course, I did not know that this was a new kind of sunscreen, and it was spray-on 100+ SPF. IT WAS LIKE SHELLAC. I could not move my arms. I had an exoskeleton. And it was greasy. It pooled in the dents between my knuckles. Worst of all, it gave us a temporary yet still horrifying spray-tan. Fortunately, I was still able move my arms enough to pick a couple of pounds of blueberries.

Then we made a blueberry pie and a peach-blueberry cobbler. I'd elaborate, but eating pie makes me tired.

Bribes

As an older sister with a brother five years younger than me and a sister two years older than him (do the math, y'all, you know how old I am, 72, of course) I have found bribes to be essential in everyday life, especially since one is very, very, popular and the other has her ears pierced. My only claims to in-charge-ness/big sister rights are a) I'm taller than them and b) I'm older than them. Here are three few such scenarios:

Me: *plays on computer*
Peter: *whines* EMMA!! GET OFF!
Me: Make your cute face!
Peter: *makes cute face*
Me: Aww, he's so adorable!!!
Peter: *continues making cute face*
Me: You are the cutest wittle Petew in da whole wide world! How about I find a game for yooou and I'll play it for you in case it's hard!
Peter: *smiles and makes cute face*
Me: *celebrates internally*
(Note: Unfortunately, the game Peter chose is this: http://www.youdagames.com/Zoo-Escape-game-info-4497 Click "Play Online" and turn on the sound.

Me: *steals chocolate-chip cookie from top shelf of pantry*
Laura: *catches me* EMMA, what are you doing?
Me: *thinks fast, puts finger to lips, hands her a cookie*
Laura: *munches away happily*

Me: PETER!!!
Peter: No.
Me: I'll give you a gummy worm!
Peter: An orange one?
Me: Sure. . . .
Peter: Yippee!!!


Et cetera. Do with this what you will.

Cream Puffs, the evil time suckers of doom that taste yummalicious

See above for what I did yesterday. For six hours.

My mother has decreed that no one can go on the computer on weekends, to set a good example for my little brother, who is embarrassingly on the computer quite often. I hang my head in shame, etc.

My mom made Playdough Saturday, which we have adored to pieces. :) It is a nice distracting activity from TCOD.

We're going berry picking today, yay.

This is a rather roundabout post, with no real point. But I have lots of posts with points coming up, including rules from Laura's Master of Piercing's complimentary slip. Which reminds me: I may have forgotten stuff in that post, such as she can wear hoops immediately, get in the water, and got a lollipop after she got her ears pierced.

It's "Change the way you see yourself, not the way you look" week, and I wanted to tell y'all. http://operationbeautiful.com/

We got Perry a soft fluffy wand-toy which is now covered with cat spit. We also got SimCity Society, which we are very excited about. It's not the new Sims games, but still.

I am so glad I already went school shopping.

I'll be pointier tomorrow. From now on, Mondays will be Hodgepodge Day. And my favorite day.

I should really press "Publish Post."

Reaching. . .

Oh yeah, FOLLOW!!!

REACHING. . . .