My neighbors are having their reception for their daughter's wedding in their yard. We are invited. Unfortunately, we have lost the invitation. Thus, we must resort to peering out the window to determine the formalness of the outfits and the time people are arriving. At least we don't have to worry about parking, because that might be a bit much.
Due to our ineptitude for finding and keeping things, we debated about the possibility of recycling the invitation. Of course, since everyone slept until eight, the recyclables were not recycled. Unfortunately, no one wanted to look through the recycling, and fourteen hours did not hail any significant help.
I'm off to look through the window, the wonderful window by the door.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Step one: Copy and paste the blog address. (http://onsconesandstardust.blogspot.com/)
Step two: Open a new tab: http://www.wordle.net/create
Step 3: Paste blog address into "blog feed" spot.
Step 4: Enjoy my apparently random big words.
Step two: Open a new tab: http://www.wordle.net/create
Step 3: Paste blog address into "blog feed" spot.
Step 4: Enjoy my apparently random big words.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Wednesdays
I know that today isn't a Wednesday, but this was a while ago. A long, long, while ago. I was getting my braces tightened, which is not the most entertaining activity in the world. Even if your dental hygienist is talking about math and how irritating she found geometry, cleansing your bones isn't exactly a fun-park ride. That is something I would like to see.
After losing to a machine while playing 20 Questions (very embarrassing), I decided to analyze my dear companions. To my left was a tall blond side-parted girl reading Seventeen and looking at pictures of Taylor Laughtner and wearing a pink shirt, minishorts (the horror), and glitter gladiator sandals who also had perfectly straight white teeth. To my right was an Asian girl wearing a blouse, tie, a plaid skirt, and loafers with a hovering mother, who would periodically exclaim about how her daughter was going to become a doctor/lawyer/president/Olympic swimmer and how important white teeth would be.
I felt so good about myself. :-o
The answer was duck-billed platypus.
After losing to a machine while playing 20 Questions (very embarrassing), I decided to analyze my dear companions. To my left was a tall blond side-parted girl reading Seventeen and looking at pictures of Taylor Laughtner and wearing a pink shirt, minishorts (the horror), and glitter gladiator sandals who also had perfectly straight white teeth. To my right was an Asian girl wearing a blouse, tie, a plaid skirt, and loafers with a hovering mother, who would periodically exclaim about how her daughter was going to become a doctor/lawyer/president/Olympic swimmer and how important white teeth would be.
I felt so good about myself. :-o
The answer was duck-billed platypus.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Blog-o-sphere and French R's
Bored, I began clicking "Next, blog", hoping that I would find something amusing. (I accidentally made a typo. . . abusing. . . oops. . . .) I was very discouraged and had vowed never again to click said button, because all I found was twenty blogs about motherhood, twelve marketing art, and five posting random articles of writing.
I was appalled. I know that each child is individually special and unique, etc., but twenty whole blogs out of thirty-seven? I feel that, if your child really is special, you will not NEED to have a blog with 15,000 followers (seriously, not kidding) proclaiming his uniqueness. What they NEED is a superblog! on which they can all post about how darling little Susie is excited for the new baby/dear little Todd drew a picture/charming little Dahlia broke all her toys. I suppose being famous for motherhood is better than being famous for other things, but I personally would rather be viewed as a good mother and not a good blogger--but if that makes you happy, I shall send Susie a photo album, Todd a paint set, and Dahlia a toy store.
As the title proclaims, Peter has been saying all his R's Frenchily. I have had serious trouble comprehending him, because he has a small lisp, but once I realized that he was imitating a Japanese Nutty Ninja! I, um, went to brush my teeth.
I was appalled. I know that each child is individually special and unique, etc., but twenty whole blogs out of thirty-seven? I feel that, if your child really is special, you will not NEED to have a blog with 15,000 followers (seriously, not kidding) proclaiming his uniqueness. What they NEED is a superblog! on which they can all post about how darling little Susie is excited for the new baby/dear little Todd drew a picture/charming little Dahlia broke all her toys. I suppose being famous for motherhood is better than being famous for other things, but I personally would rather be viewed as a good mother and not a good blogger--but if that makes you happy, I shall send Susie a photo album, Todd a paint set, and Dahlia a toy store.
As the title proclaims, Peter has been saying all his R's Frenchily. I have had serious trouble comprehending him, because he has a small lisp, but once I realized that he was imitating a Japanese Nutty Ninja! I, um, went to brush my teeth.
Monday, October 18, 2010
DUN DUN DUN DUN! *trumpets*
As you can see, I am in a regal mood. La! La! Laaaaaaa!
Holders-of-doors: *open double doors*
Trumpeters: *trumpet*
Roller-outers-of-red-carpet: *roll out red carpet*
Announcer: *announces Emma*
Me: *enters hallway complete in Victorian garb*
Random people in hallway: *laugh*
Me: *walks down carpet to grace them with the presence of my lovely and pointy parasol*
Random people in hallway: *bow/curtsy* *back away looking scared*
Me: *smiles*
Other and now wiser people in hallway: *throw flowers*
Me: *wakes up and sighs*
Random people in hallway: *gasp and run away from me*
Me: *looks appalled*
And yes, I switched narrative styles. My deepest condolences.
(***Thanks to Madeleine for the new sites!***)
(Warning:Sideeffectsmayincluderandomtypingofmusicalsounds.In Emmaland, where everyone wears Victorian frocks and opens doors for Emmas and holds her parasol while she cleanses her gloves, her entrance to school is regarded as a national holiday. Mind you, that is not to imply that she seldom graces her educational building with her lovely presence, but that her very being there is special.
ThankyouandrememberEmmaisnotresponsible
inanywayshapeorformfordamagedonetoyourearsandoreyes.)
Holders-of-doors: *open double doors*
Trumpeters: *trumpet*
Roller-outers-of-red-carpet: *roll out red carpet*
Announcer: *announces Emma*
Me: *enters hallway complete in Victorian garb*
Random people in hallway: *laugh*
Me: *walks down carpet to grace them with the presence of my lovely and pointy parasol*
Random people in hallway: *bow/curtsy* *back away looking scared*
Me: *smiles*
Other and now wiser people in hallway: *throw flowers*
Me: *wakes up and sighs*
Random people in hallway: *gasp and run away from me*
Me: *looks appalled*
And yes, I switched narrative styles. My deepest condolences.
(***Thanks to Madeleine for the new sites!***)
Sunday, October 17, 2010
3!
Ah, the number three. I recall a PE class in which, after surviving torture, you had to write something that fit into a subject--the subject being "multiples of 3". I was very pleased. While the other team stubbornly put "3, 9, 12, 15, 18, etc.", I put "0.03, 0.003, 0.0003, etc." It was almost as fun as the logical hula-hoop game.
Or 3 as in: "3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993. . . ", that is to say, pi. March 14, 2015, 9:26:53!
3 as in the amount of murders in my most recent novel--the passengers being, respectively, a jewel thief, an alcoholic, an illegal weapons smuggler, and the murderers and murderees.
3 as in "The Sims 3", which I got the newest addition of and appalled the dude at the counter by knowing which day the next add-on comes out. (October 26!)
3 as in the number of muffins Perry has stalked, perhaps because he finds them "easy prey". He will pick one up in his teeth and carry it to the living room to devour and play with.
3 as in the amount of tall onions that Daisy has munched the leaves/stems/whatevers of. She has SO much better breath than Perry.
3 as in the amount of Trident Fruit Stripe Gum pieces that I have given to my siblings. It is 6 months old. (Ssh!)
Most importantly, though, it is the number of months I have posted on my blog! Yay! *throws confetti into air*
Or 3 as in: "3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993. . . ", that is to say, pi. March 14, 2015, 9:26:53!
3 as in the amount of murders in my most recent novel--the passengers being, respectively, a jewel thief, an alcoholic, an illegal weapons smuggler, and the murderers and murderees.
3 as in "The Sims 3", which I got the newest addition of and appalled the dude at the counter by knowing which day the next add-on comes out. (October 26!)
3 as in the number of muffins Perry has stalked, perhaps because he finds them "easy prey". He will pick one up in his teeth and carry it to the living room to devour and play with.
3 as in the amount of tall onions that Daisy has munched the leaves/stems/whatevers of. She has SO much better breath than Perry.
3 as in the amount of Trident Fruit Stripe Gum pieces that I have given to my siblings. It is 6 months old. (Ssh!)
Most importantly, though, it is the number of months I have posted on my blog! Yay! *throws confetti into air*
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Not everyone is lovely like me.
I went to the library again. After selecting my allotted five Agatha Christie novels, I headed over to my favorite section of the library. What is it, you ask? Well, as luck would have it, Melville Louis Kossuth Dewey decided to put Fashion next to Fairy Tales and Etiquette, next to which are Recipes, The English Language, and French. Thus I resulted it bringing home five whole books about words. c:
Ooh, I absolutely love Mondays with a large vocabulary.
Ooh, I absolutely love Mondays with a large vocabulary.
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