PRETTY PICTURE

I makes them.

Teletubbies' Salvation

What show have we been watching in our spare time? Hmm, I have no ide-TELETUBBIES, due to Peter's recent reminiscences. When Laura was little, Teletubbies was literally her salvation. Laura was small and pliable, and the overlord sun-infant was always there to help her. Not that she was obsessed--thank goodness no--but an hour or so of Teletubbies always helps, yes? Unfortunately, we can only find A Teletubbie Christmas I & II and "Blue Sky" where they explore colors. ('And that's important, it's like their race,' says my mother. MOTHER, says me.)

Of course, I am the one searching for our Disney Princess computer games. Cinderella castle design and find-the-object-that-links-to-clothes-princess-game are TOTALLY FUN.

I have become weirdly fascinated with my blister. It irks me, but I don't want to do anything to it. Ugh.

Ta-ta and teletubbies! (BEST GAMES EVER!!!)

Injuries, (law)suits, and reviews

If I've said this once, I've said it a million times--this blog is one part cats, one part my brother, and one part pain.

Due to a school project, I decided to look at all of the nauseating reviews for some of my favorite books. Then I noticed that whilst the reviewers were significantly different, their reviews were significantly SIMILAR. Does one read a review to write a review?

I have injured myself. I have a large, gross, and didn't-stop-bleeding-for-a-long-time gash on my left index finger. On my right hand, I have a blister on my thumb and a blister on my index finger--from, sigh, sharpening crayons. It's embarrassing. I have greatly decreased the number of band-aids in my house, but not as much as the time I covered all of my mosquito bites last summer.

SKIRTS ARE STILL IN AND THEY ARE GETTING LONGER!!! YAY!!! Since right now the 50's are in style, I figure it's only a matter of time until we reach the 1900's!!!

~Happy Veteran's Day! Thanks to everyone who has ever served.~

Horror, among other emotions

Dutifully and STUPIDLY, I signed up for snack duty for my church class. This has caused me SO MUCH PAIN. Now we have lemon poppyseed muffins, chocolate chip pumpkin bread and a jug of juice (to which I was like, COME ON, we're much too old for juice).

And of course, I do not want to be there when the snack is eaten.

Me: I have a temperature.
My mother: Emma. . . .
Me: I'm going to faint.
My mother: *walks away*
Me: *yells* I CAN'T GO!!!
My mother: *folds laundry*

Yes, I am scared of food and its eaters. Sue me.

Why I Haven't Been Posting; Also, Peter's Talisman

As you know, my posts have been far and few these last few weeks. Why, you may ask?

Because our stupid computers got amnesia.

1. My mom's laptop. Her story, her Sims games, gone. Very sad for all parties involved. Now it is fixed, though, and she has new Sims families.
   
2. Upstairs computer. We did get it fixed, but I have no bookmarks or favorites or ANYTHING. It. Was. Appalling. Also, Sims 3 only works for half an hour. Since Laura and I made a family with a musical teenager, three British-schoolgirl-esque triplet daughters, and crazy Cousin Arnold, who owns two cars and a motorcycle and has a huge mohawk, this SIMPLY DOES NOT SUFFICE. I mean, one can spend half an hour making Cousin Arnold live underground in a garage, and it WILL NOT SAVE.
3. This computer--downstairs. Last night, after lots of restarting, we clicked on my mom's name only to find that Everything was Lost. It is VERY maddening.

When I woke up this morning, figuring that I should explain this, I walked into the hallway to see Peter holding his "talisman"--a plastic squirt bottle to shoot Perry. In his other hand, he clutched a Playmobil Roman soldier-prince. The talisman in question was to protect him and make him feel safe from Jason, a hockey-mask-wearing, chainsaw-carrying character on a Halloween special for Roblox.

I have a coupon for Sims 3 Late Night--but we need to fix the computer first.

Periwinkle is an adult! On October the 19th, he finally switched to adult cat food.

Party. . . :-/. . . or not.

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.

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.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!