Just the other night...

I lost two years of my life due to a fright. How did this happen you ask? I'll tell you.
I was walking down the stairs grumbling silently to myself about how annoying it is to have to get up at 10:30p.m. to get a drink of water. As I passed the living room and entered the kitchen, I heard a very quiet, "Hi Amy." My still adjusting eyes then reported the sighting of a skinny person, just tall enough to be a very short adult standing other the other side of the island from me. It was obviously a guy's body, there was just enough light for me to be able to tell he had his shirt off. In seeing him and not recognizing him, I then jumped aproximately two feet in the air (and a few inches to the right), only to realize it was only my brother. It seems that poor Collin had suffered the same inconvenience that I had in the thirst department and had silently slipped down the stairs just a few minutes before me. His acknowlegement of my approach was simply his way of letting me know he was there for the purpose of not scaring me. Unfortunately he failed to realize that seeing a dark figure in the downstairs level of the house so late at night can easily result in a scare. Plus the fact that I am actually slightly afraid of the dark. I generally do a pretty good job of keeping my fear under wraps, I almost never scream and even during this incident, not one sound came out of my mouth other than the sound of my breath getting rapidly sucked into my lungs.
After Collin had appologized to me three times for his unintentional yet wicked prank, we started joking around about what, had he wanted to scare me, he should have done to get the maximum shock-value-reaction out of me. One suggestion he made was to have simply put his arm around my shoulders and start a random conversation. His whole idea was that my reaction would have been to faint; but I actually doubt that would have happened. As far as I know, fainting doesn't seem to be a family trait of ours. I don't think it happens nearly as much as it does on TV. I think my reaction would have been more on the order of dropping the empty glass I had already been holding. Either way, it was a really funny thing to go through especially considering the only way to truly scare me is in the dark.

Bit of a catch up

Okay, so I haven't posted in FOREVER!

Since my last post, my Grandparents came and went. It was so awesome to have them here. I can't wait 'till they move down here. Then Grandma will be able to tell me face to face, just how difficult my blog is to read. hahaha.

Yesterday I actually got to sing with the kids during Psalty practice! It was kind of fun being in the performing group. Sophie, my partner, picked everything really fast and we all got to laugh at the ingenious way Caleb and Gage compensated for the extreme difference in their heights. haha. I wish I'd had my camera.

Another interesting thing that happened yesterday. Right before bible study started I was sitting on the couch. Oma was sitting near by and then said something to me that only she would even think of saying.

"You've gained weight!"

Wow Oma. Just what I've always wanted to hear. Thanks.

Yet Another Mandy Story

This morning as we all congregated in the living room after breakfast, Mandy decided to look at at book called The Great Dinosaur Mystery And The Bible. This book is filled with pictures of 'prehistoric' wild life. For several minutes she sat on the couch staring intently at the pictures. Suddenly she turned the page, saw a picture of a Mammoth and shouted, "Look! It's a Possum!"
Now guess what her favorite movie is.

Mandy and Collin

The other day, I was sitting on my bed desperately trying to do my school work and stay awake at the same time when Collin burst out laughing and walked in to tell me what was so funny. Apparently, Mandy had decided she wanted to play with a wooden truck of Collin's. Collin grabbed the opportunity.
"You want this truck?"
"Yes."
"Okay, say 3."
"3."
"Say 4."
"4."
"Say 75."
"75."
"Now say Gastrophyliosophylus." (Yes, he made it up.)
"4?"
I suppose for it to be truly funny you would have had to be there but I just had to post it just for the benfit of seeing those who tell me "You need a life" eat their words.

The fun things we do as a family

Yesterday, Collin came up with a new game. An educational one at that! It's called the rhyming game. It's probably been made up before, but one person starts a round with a sentence. Then that player and everyone else has to come up with more sentences that not only have to do with the topic of the original sentence but the last word also has to rhyme with the last word of the original sentence. The person to come up with the last rhyming sentence wins. The catch is, you can't use the same word more than once unless it's a homonym. (This is a great game to play in the car during a very long road trip.)
Collin started last night's round with "The bible is my guide." Boy did that round last forever! Timmy didn't actually join that round, so it was just me and Collin. I'm pretty sure we used just about all the words that rhyme with guide. Mom and Dad were getting kind of annoyed because it was waaaaaayyy past bedtime and we were still competing. Finally I gave him my last sentence, "My foolishness the bible often implied," and told him that if he could manage to think of another sentence, he would be the winner. I did this for two reasons: 1.) I needed to go to bed too and 2.) I honestly didn't think there was another word left.
Well, five minutes later I lost the game to "With the devil, the bible with never be allied."
What a game.

Finally a new post!

So yesterday Mom and I went to the Majestic Theater and saw Phantom of the Opera! It was so cool. The set was so elaborate and it was really fun to see how they do things on stage as opposed to the movie. I have to admit, I like the voices in the movie better. The stage costumes, however, were definately better than the ones in the movie! They were so beautiful! I wish I could have taken pictures. Not that they would have turned out really well, it was kind of dark.
Mom and I also took a nice long walk along the riverwalk. It was so nice to get some excercise after being cooped up in the house for so long. I also discovered that the bottom of my right heel on my brand spanking new boots has fallen off. No wonder it sounded so different from the other one. It reminded me of what it sounds like when a horse has a loose shoe. (If you don't know what that sounds like, watch Black Beauty.)

I don't think Mom will apreciate me saying this, but for the first time, I actually noticed that she has some gray hairs! I found myself thinking "wow, she really is in her forties!" Up until now I still thought of her as in her mid thirties. Now I think she only looks like it. I don't know if I should look forward to the rap I'm bound to get for that comment or not. Somebody pray for me! haha.

I've finally

started my own blog! I originally tried to start blogging via myspace but after spending an hour typing my first post the site decided to quit on me and I lost everything. Oh well. Myspace is over rated anyway.
So this week didn't start out so hot, I discovered that I had finally succome to the flu bug that had circulated my house only a week before. It was a rather humiliating concept. I will never again boast of having a stronger imune system than my brothers. I've spent the past two and a half days cooped up in bed with nothing to do but hand quilt, crochet and watch movies. The quilting and crocheting needed to be done, I'll admit but it's more fun to do when I know I don't have to. Mandy refused to stay out of my room the entire time. She's always been attracted to my room anyway but she's especially pesky when I'm sick. She constantly comes in and tries to start conversations of complete gibberish. Either that or she just wants to put finger prints all over my mirror again.
Today I actually got out of bed and got dressed! I'm coughing like crazy and have the worst sore throat imaginable but no matter. I can walk around and I don't have to be served hand and foot anymore! I've always felt strange being taken care of like that. Obviously when you're sick it's kind of a necessity but I really don't like being helpless. I hate constantly asking for more water, or another dose of ibuprofen 'cause the last dose wore off an hour ago. Mom kept telling me, "if you need anything just ask." She even gave me the walkee talkee so that I wouldn't have to raise my voice. I used it once. I woke up at five in the morning on Monday and threw up. The only reason mom was there to help me was because I went into her room to look for some antacid tablets (the whole thing started out as heart burn). I hadn't planned on waking her up at all.
Anyway, I'm getting better, and I hope to see everyone at church on Sunday!!