Sunday, December 23, 2012

I Can't Wait (again!)

Today is the 23rd. The day when everybody plays outside, drinks hot cocoa, and tries to imagine themselves waking up super early on the day everyone is actually excited to wake up early (Hint, hint: "Everyone" is a general statement). I can't wait for that day. As I said in my last post, my Christmas experience has been great so far. Today was kind of fun, also. I mean, it wasn't any different than any other day of the year, except that there was snow on the ground. The schedule went like this:

 8-10 A.M. Wake up and watch CBS Sunday Morning. Take a shower, get dressed and come out for breakfast. Mom tells me that I can't wear sweatpants to church and makes me change. I hop around on one leg, trying to put on a pair of blue jeans while holding my shoes in one hand and the waist of my pants in the other. My dad yells at me to finish up and get out to the car. I run out the door with only one arm in my coat. My hair is still wet, and it's seven degrees outside. I hope I don't catch a cold.

10:15-45 A.M. Pull into the parking lot of Wal-Mart with my hair sticking to the back of my neck because it's still wet. When I get into the store, I'm shivering like crazy. To make it worse, my mom has a bunch of stuff for us to get, and I'm assigned to go to the frozen aisle to get Coffee Mate. I drag my sister along with me, shivering the whole way there. I get it and meet my dad back at the pharmacy. We leave. I'm STILL shivering.  

11:00 A.M. Pull into church parking lot and run out of the car towards the doors of the church.

1:00 P.M. Get home from church. Eat lunch and go outside to play.

 And that was the rest of my day. December 23rd is not exactly my favorite day in the world. All it is is a day where you think about Christmas and all the wonderful things you might get on Christmas day. But when you think about Christmas that way, a lot of times you fail to see the true meaning of Christmas. When you think back to previous years, do you remember a few times when you might have gotten caught up in Christmas door busters and special sales? For some people, the sales at those hot stores that everyone shops at are Christmas. That's what they call the true meaning of Christmas. On CBS Sunday Morning, they had a segment about a wealthy man who went around New York and New Jersey giving out $100 bills to people who were hit by Hurricane Sandy. For them, that was a Christmas miracle. Now think about that. Now do you see the true meaning of Christmas? Me, too.

 Think about this when you hit those sales at J.C. Penney and Sears. Is this really how you should be spending your Christmas? Now think about your family. Are you with them on Christmas if you're shopping till you drop? Reconsider your plans for Christmas. Is spending time with your family on the schedule? If it is, but you're still itching to go to those AWESOME sales, think about Jesus Christ, and what he did. He died on the cross for all of us. YOU could be the next miracle-worker!*

Friday, December 21, 2012

Merry Christmas!

I am back! I haven't posted for almost a year now! I am ten years old now, and I am in 5th grade. I feel ancient! My interests have also changed a lot since then, so if you want the latest update, you can check out my "All About Me" post on the side next to this post. Anyway, Merry Christmas! Last year, our weather was totally unusual for our state. This year, it's back to our old weather: Snowy and freezing! Yesterday they cancelled school because the roads were covered with ice about an inch thick, it was snowing in one place and then blowing it into another all day, and with the windchill, it was below zero! There were two sides to this. On the bright side, we got to stay home from school today, and I get a $10 Casey's gift card (at our school, we had a contest to see who could guess the date of our first snow day, and I just happened to guess Dec. 20th, which was yesterday. Casey's, here I come!) On the bad side, it was so cold and it was blowing snow all day, so we couldn't go outside and do anything fun.:(


This Christmas has been kinda fun, even though we haven't even had it yet. I get off for winter break in a couple of days, though I guess since we don't have school today, yesterday was the beginning of winter break. We won't be back at school until Jan. 8th. Yesterday we began to make Christmas cookies, since we figured if we were going to be cooped up in the house all day, we might as well start them today as a nice past time. We baked them, frosted them, and put sprinkles on them all in one day. It took a lot of work, but we managed to do it. While we were working, me and mom became mildly stressed out by the little kids. They kept opening doors so they could stick their hands in the snow to see how deep it had gotten over the last five seconds. They also stole some of our cooking supplies. They drove us nuts, and eventually we needed caffeine. Dad helpfully volunteered to go out and get it for us. We weren't so sure about this, but he was, so we told him to be careful and hoped he would drive safely and not get killed. He came back after what seemed like an hour, shivering. He announced loud enough for everyone to hear, "Those roads are the most dangerous I've seen for quite some years."

Moving on, I just now finished my best friend's Christmas present. Our 1st anniversary of being best friends is on Dec. 23rd, and since we won't see each other that day, (we did last year because it was a Friday) I will have to give her her Christmas present after we get back from Christmas break. I can't wait for Christmas! I just love baking the cookies, setting them out on the table with carrots for the reindeer, and going to bed knowing I have something special to wake up to in the morning. I especially enjoy the part about going to bed (Christmas Eve is one of the only nights in the year when I am happy to go to bed). Last weekend we went to my aunt and uncle's house for our family Christmas. Our entire family on my dad's side was there, and my aunts and uncles always know exactly what I like (my mom says this starts with them asking her what to get me, and ends with me being happy) My dad's brother and his wife got me a Build-a-Bear Workshop gift card (P.S. I LOVE Build-a-Bear Workshop!) and the movie "Brave." My dad's sister and her husband got me a teddy bear made from one of my grandpa's old shirts (see my mom's post).


It is one of my very favorite stuffed animals, next to my Pinky (I still have her after all this time). The rest of my presents were great too, and I am very happy with them, but those ones were my favorites.


Today we played outside because it wasn't as cold and snowy as it was yesterday. The first thing we did was sled down the hill repeatedly, which we didn't have to travel very far for because we live on a hill long enough to go sledding on. I went first. There were several angles we could use, but none of them were dangerous (which we were fine with, because we kind of didn't want to die right before Christmas). Some of the angles went so fast we THOUGHT we were going to die as we went down them, though, so we marked a few of them as DEADLY. One angle of the hill was completely covered in ice, so we marked that one as deadly. It was so slippery that we could go down on our bellies WITHOUT a sled and still go at about the same pace as the sled if we were using it to go down a hill of a reasonable size (note from Mom: And they broke the zippers on their coats!) We pretended we were wildlife rescuers in the arctic and we were attempting to save an endangered species of arctic penguins, and this required us to slide down the hill on our bellies like penguins so we could follow them. Then we tried the sled and we totally felt like we were going to die. It was sooooooo much fun. I had fun posting again, and I will try to post whenever I get the chance. Send me an e-mail or leave me a comment! Bye! :)

Monday, January 30, 2012

The Horrible Day

This post is based on a book that I want to write someday. It is about how today has been the worst day of my life.

It started this morning when my little brother absolutely had to come up to my bedroom door and yell, "Bee seepin!" and a bunch of other gibberish I can't understand. I ended up rolling out of bed WAY earlier than I had planned.

We went out for lunch and right when we came home, Cakes wants to read me one of the most boring books in the entire world in one of her "clubs." Trust me, it's hard to say no to the Queen of Puppy Eyes. So I sat squished in the small space of her "club," practically falling asleep from boredom.

Next, Cakes wants me to play in her "Potato Restaurant." We serve our parents and a few dolls before Cakes goes crazy. She's running around in circles as fast as she possibly can, picking everything up and throwing it on the floor. She made herself look like a living tornado, destroying everything in its tracks. She throws a fake PBJ sandwich at me, and it has to hit me in the stomach. I don't believe it! She's five! She should know not to do that!

Anyway, this is my life. Even on Saturdays I can't sleep in because of DJ, or I never get free time because Cakie won't leave me alone. There's only so much a girl can take.

I am going to go watch television now. See ya!