Hmmm. Not much to say really this afternoon. Yesterday evening all four of us drove into town to attend a 4-H Christmas Party/Banquet/Awards Ceremony thing. Yeah… it wasn’t all that exciting really. There weren’t a ton of people either, considering that this particular event was by and for the entire 4-H in the area… Our 4-H is broken up into different groups, I’ve discussed this before, and labeled them as tribes. They just have their own dances and meetings and stuff like that, anyway… It was pretty uneventful throughout, except for the part where Kullen (a somewhat rude but very entertaining fellow) paraded down the isle (all of the newly elected Council officers had to light a candle, take a vow, in order to be ‘sworn in’ to the council), hollering at the top of his lungs and sporting a makeshift bra… From string and what looked like small black plastic plates, I really couldn’t be sure what they were, but I’m entirely certain I would like to find out. While he was standing in the front, and the rest of the people were coming up the isle, separately and getting their candles lit, Amanda and Shadoe were sitting at the table behind Kullen and kept untying his stylish garment. That was pretty much the highlight of the night. It went on for about 2 and a half hours. Ah, well… Next Friday night is the banquet thingy for the Kuntry Kids ‘tribe’, which I am a part of. I have to be sworn in as well, since I was elected VP. They will be sorry, I promise you. Very sorry I was ever elected.
Anyway. This morning I slept in… yeah… Until about 7:18. Yipes. I hate sleeping in! Oh well, I went to sleep late (about 11:00) and I enjoyed my wonderful 8 hours and 18 minutes of glorious sleep. I got up… To find the house empty. Creepy. Spooky. Eerie. It was very very quiet. (Haha I just got a mental image of Elmer Thudd in my head… “shhhhh be vehwee vehwee quiet. I’m hunting wabbits!”) And I almost screamed when the cat came up behind me, very quiet like and jumped on my leg in an attempt to convince me it was her newly found scratching post. I shook off the ferocious beast and fought her off with a candle stick, before collapsing on the couch in a muddled heap. I sat for a few minutes… Heaved myself up and proceeded to collapse in the computer chair. (You can already tell I’ve started my day with every intention of efficiency.) I checked my email… Made a mental note to blog once my brain was semi-functioning… Wandered around the kitchen for a moment. There was obviously lots of cleaning to do all around the house. Laundry to be done. Constructive things that should be… constructed. But it was Saturday morning. I was very tired. I wanted to be a bum. Being a bum is one of my talents… I mean sometimes I get in those “moods” and I can’t stand being a bum. I start with schoolwork… then a simple chore… And before long I’m dead set on cleaning the house from head to toe! Or floor to ceiling, whatever…
Today was not one of those days.
I knew the boys were gone, Tyler had went pheasant hunting on some place near us, Bitter Lakes I think it’s called, and Daddy had gone with him. Mommy finally ventured in, she said she was out feeding horses. I watched some TV. Had some hot chocolate and 2 Hawaiian rolls. I basically crashed in front of the TV for the morning watching LMN movies. Those things aren’t half bad, in my opinion. They’re all suspense… Murder movies. I love those things, bwaha. Anyway, yeah… I’d better stay away from the TV for the rest of the day. My eyes hurt now. But I won’t say a word to Mom, because she will reply with…
a) well you’ve been watching the TV all morning!
b) don’t worry, honey, you’ll have your glasses soon
c) all of the above!
So I think I’ll just keep my mouth shut. Something I’m usually not smart enough to do.
So yeah it’s just Mom and me today, until the boys get back. Which they should in about… an hour. Or an hour and a half. Or half an hour. Or 5 minutes. There’s no telling really. I’m guessing an hour and a half, max. I had a handful of potato chips, two little sweet midget pickles, and a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch. And for dessert… A Rice Krispie Bar! Mmmm… Made them this morning. Daddy loves those things! We’re all pretty big fans of them, well except Mom. She doesn’t eat hardly any sweets. I wish I would have taken after her in that aspect. I love sweets! And around the holidays… Wow. I love food. Hehe. The funny thing is, I won’t eat a lot at one time, but I eat all day. I like… graze. Yeah, that’s it. I’ll have a bowl of Cheerios in the morning. Later on, maybe an orange or apple. Then lunch. Then I’ll have a bowl of pretzels a couple hours later, followed by a trail mix bar, then comes supper. That’s what… six meals a day? They say that’s healthier for you though. In small amounts. Which I do eat in small amounts! I don’t like eating a lot at once. Because then you’re miserable, and you don’t have good memories of the food.
It’s kind of like going on a rollercoaster. Let’s say there’s one called the… Goose. Yeah, the Goose! It doesn’t sound scary, so you go on it. The ride may have been fun, but you spend the next two hours hovering over a garbage can. You probably won’t be that eager to go on the Goose again. Same with good. The food was good! But I was miserable after. Bad memories.
Okay, that was weird. But I’m bored with nothing interesting to say! Or do. Except take out trash, wash the dog bed, clean the bathroom, make my bed, scoop the litterbox, wash the dishes…
Ugh. And people wonder why I’m so brain-damaged. I’m worked to the bone! I’m a slave! Yes, a slave, to my own family! –sob- I’m a… a… Cinderella! (I wrote a post about that a while back, punch “Cinderella” in the search bar at the top of my blog page, it should come up.) Just waiting for my handsome prince! –dramatic tears-
Yeah. Okay, I’m leaving. I’m gonna go hide now. In my closet. All alone. With no friends. And nobody to talk to.
Feel sorry for me. You know you want to. Go ahead. Then I won’t have to do it myself.