Organizing is nice until SOMEONE messes it up

I am sure that you all already know that I like to organize. Not necessarily my room, but it's a work in progress.

However, my email is so organized that it scares people. I have filters and folders sorted into patterns sorted into colors sorted into labs. It is like the FBI of emails. You know, secret documents in big rooms. All sorted perfectly. Emphasis on PERFECT. But then the hoity-toity Gmail team has to RE-ORGANIZE IT. Well, they redid the layout. Very annoying.

I am an introvert, as I have already expressed many times, and one of the big info-rules is that introverts do not like people messing with their organization. This is why I freak out is someone erases with the wrong side of the eraser or presses down too hard when using my pen.

So now I must live with my ugly email. Sigh.

Oh, the life of the insecure.

Calendaro Ordero

I mapped out everything I want to do so that it will happen. Much easier than manipulating. And it works 99.9% of the time! So, today, for example, we are going to a store in the mall that carries parasols. Very exciting, yes?

The other good thing about my calendar is that I can color-code it. Usually I keep everything in my head. This has lead me to a theory of why I spout out random facts: all the other things that I remember shove them out. I don't mind it, though; I still remember everything. Take that, brain.

In other notes, yesterday my siblings and I had a great deal of fun doing electric stuff. We made a fan, doorbell, etc.

Sorry for all the shortness of late, but I've not been in my best moods.

Hodgepodge and MURDER MYSTERIES *shriek*

I do not remember what I did Saturday. This saddens me.

*mulls*

I went to the library and have since been reading. . . MURDER MYSTERIES!!! Just a tip: it's usually the guy or his wife. Or the guy pretending to be his wife. That was a weird story.

I also found shampoo with trivia on it! So happy! My family has just accepted it as "another of those weird things Emma does." Sigh. Oh well, still happy. :D

Am also wishing that I had an extra $48 lying around. Make that $70. . .no, $93. . . I might need a lot more. Must. . . close. . . tab. . . .

As I am feeling rather hyper and have thus zoomed through my hodgepodge subjects, I shall get a quote from Peter.

"Velociraptor means "swift thief."

There, y'all learned something. And now for Laura's quote:

"Paper towel."

Have fun with your new knowledge.

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. . . .