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November 17, 2007

Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration , 4comments

Yesterday Haiden IM’d me, asking who I was. 

I, being mean that way, made him guess.

David G?

Ummm… no.

Andrew?

No.

Sam?

No.

Would it help if I mentioned that I was a girl?

It seemed that it would.

So once we got that straightened out, we talked about Patrick Henry.  “Who’s Patrick Henry?”

What do they teach in those schools?

We talked about books, and semi-argued if the Halo books really count as BOOKS.  I said that it’s vicarious video-gaming. 

It was a rather odd discussion.

Let’s see.  Next week we have Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off.    *great rejoicing*  I don’t think we’ve had any days off since we got started full-time, back in August.  That’s good news!

Thursday’s post, being put up rather late November 17, 2007

Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 1 comment so far

So let’s see.  Anything that anyone wants to hear about?  Ah yes.  Let’s start with a week ago.  Last Thursday we got to see our friends who moved this summer!    (That face being because we got to see them, not because they moved.)

We walked into the house — attempted to walk into the house, I ought to say — and were promptly caught by about five or six of them who needed hugs.  Deprived of our presence since May, imagine!   Of course, as soon as they were done hugging us and had been convinced that they should actually let us ENTER the house (thank you, thank you very much), they began throwing squishy icky rubber insects all over us.  Ha. 

Aaaaand Madeline and I talked and talked and talked, trying to catch up, and Alexandra talked, and Abigail talked, and presumably others would have talked if we had fallen silent for more than 17 seconds at a pop.  Oh well. 

Quotes and such, in part:
“This bug is SQUIRTING stuff now!”
“Daisy!  Get DOWN!!!”
Tipping over our table constantly
“Sophia laughs like — oh!  See!  There, she’s doing it!”
“Andrew sounds so fake when he laughs.”
Going to the nice peaceful spot which suddenly ceased to be peaceful.

me:  “So then he proposed to her, and she said no, and so he proposed to the girl next to her, and she said no, so he proposed to the girl next to HER…”
Madeline:  “See those guys standing back there?  They just were giving you the WEIRDEST look!”

*at the playground*
*another little girl and her mom come*
*they leave*
Alexandra:  “You chased them away!!!!”
me:  “Um… oh well.” 

Emma:  *rather randomly*  “You look a lot like your mother.”

Miss Dance:  *trying to pull Ethan out of the swing*
us:  *standing there laughing our heads off being ever so helpful*

someone looks at their watch:  “AAAAAH!  We’re supposed to be home… NOW!”
*everyone except Emma starts running*
*we get way ahead of her and wait up for her*
*we should have just walked in the first place*

And now my favorite Thursday quote… and sometimes favorite Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday and Friday quote as well…

“This must be a Thursday,” said Arthur to himself… “I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”