Monday, October 31, 2011
So Many People...
Today the world population hit seven billion people... according to my World Geography teacher.
ELMO SONGS!!
Elizabeth, remember that Elmo CD that we used to listen to when we were, like, seven?
I just found it an I'm reading the lyrics and I remember the melody to each and every song!
I don't know if that's normal or not... Haha!
I just found it an I'm reading the lyrics and I remember the melody to each and every song!
I don't know if that's normal or not... Haha!
And I Am...
It is Halloween.
And I am at home, about to do my English project.
I've never been trick-or-treating.
Nope. Never.
And I am at home, about to do my English project.
I've never been trick-or-treating.
Nope. Never.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
I WAS Going To...
I was going to put more pictures on the last post, but my computer's not letting me...
Saturday, October 29, 2011
'Holy Humor!'
A Sunday school teacher was telling her class the story of the Good Samaritan.
She asked the class, "If you saw a person lying on the roadside, all wounded and
bleeding, what would you do?"
A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence, "I think I'd throw up."
A Sunday school teacher asked, "Johnny, do you think Noah did a lot of fishing when
he was on the Ark ?"
"No," replied Johnny.
"How could he, with just two worms?"
The preacher's 5 year-old daughter noticed that her father always paused and bowed his head for a moment before starting his sermon.
One day, she asked him why. "Well, Honey," he began, proud that his daughter was so
observant of his messages.
"I'm asking the Lord to help me preach a good sermon."
"How come He doesn't answer it?" she asked.
When my daughter, Kelli, said her bedtime prayers, she would bless every family
member, every friend, and every animal (current and past).
For several weeks, after we had finished the nightly prayer, Kelli would say,
"and all girls."
This soon became part of her nightly routine, to include this closing.
Her mother's curiosity got the best of herself and she asked, "Kelli, why do you always add the
part about all girls?"
Her response: "Because everybody always finish their prayers by saying 'All Men'!"
Little Johnny and his family were having Sunday dinner at his Grandmother's house.
Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served.
When Little Johnny received his plate, he started eating right away.
"Johnny! Please wait until we say our prayer," said his mother.
"I don't need to," the boy replied.
"Of course, you do!" his mother insisted.
"We always say a prayer before eating at our house."
"That's at our house."
Johnny explained.
"But this is Grandma's house and she knows how to cook.
She asked the class, "If you saw a person lying on the roadside, all wounded and
bleeding, what would you do?"
A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence, "I think I'd throw up."
A Sunday school teacher asked, "Johnny, do you think Noah did a lot of fishing when
he was on the Ark ?"
"No," replied Johnny.
"How could he, with just two worms?"
The preacher's 5 year-old daughter noticed that her father always paused and bowed his head for a moment before starting his sermon.
One day, she asked him why. "Well, Honey," he began, proud that his daughter was so
observant of his messages.
"I'm asking the Lord to help me preach a good sermon."
"How come He doesn't answer it?" she asked.
When my daughter, Kelli, said her bedtime prayers, she would bless every family
member, every friend, and every animal (current and past).
For several weeks, after we had finished the nightly prayer, Kelli would say,
"and all girls."
This soon became part of her nightly routine, to include this closing.
Her mother's curiosity got the best of herself and she asked, "Kelli, why do you always add the
part about all girls?"
Her response: "Because everybody always finish their prayers by saying 'All Men'!"
Little Johnny and his family were having Sunday dinner at his Grandmother's house.
Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served.
When Little Johnny received his plate, he started eating right away.
"Johnny! Please wait until we say our prayer," said his mother.
"I don't need to," the boy replied.
"Of course, you do!" his mother insisted.
"We always say a prayer before eating at our house."
"That's at our house."
Johnny explained.
"But this is Grandma's house and she knows how to cook.
Waffle Eater!!
Yesterday I drew a picture of my World Geography teacher eating a waffle.
Mission accomplished.
Mission accomplished.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Pit Orchestra and the Sound of Music Performance!
First, about the pit orchestra-- we don't get enough recognition.
Okay, Sam, I know what you're thinking-- "You guys are just extra people who didn't have talent for anything else and are taking up room in our changing rooms." Okay, quick thing-- your dressing room is the BAND hall. OUR room. We're just giving it to you cause you don't have a better place to change. (Not you, specifically, Sam. Don't get offended. I mean... like... everyone. Or everyone else.) And, like, Candle said, without us, there is no 'sound of music'. (Hahaha.) And to those who are dancing that one waltz and STILL don't appreciate the orchestra, well, guess what, without our music you don't have anything to dance to. Unless, of course, you want to sing it yourself.
The performance.
FUN.
And long.
But mostly fun.
The end... that feeling was like... whoa...
I love it.
It's what I live for.
Did you feel it, Jestar?
It was amazing.
And then I went out into the lobby where everyone else was. I went with my violin case so that people knew that I wasn't just a random person who came to watch.
We looked at the pictures on the computer... and some of them were hilarious! Rodd was being... well, herself, and saying, "I like that picture of me! Oh, look! Me! ME ME MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" (Well, no, she didn't really say that last part... but you get the point.) And when I told her that the song she sang, 'No Way to Stop It' was my favorite, she goes, "Yeah! I love all of my songs! Wait, it was your favorite??" I guess that last question was fair, cause apparently she's not a good singer. I think she's okay when she's on key.
I think Rice should have gotten a bigger part. Well... he's reaaally good at the part he has now...
It would just be awkward if he was Captain von Trapp, cause... yeah.
AND THEY PUT ME IN THE WRONG SPOT ON THE PROGRAM!! They put me in Second Violin. NO. I'm in FIRST VIOLIN. And it said that Happy's dad was in First Violin, but, no, he plays VIOLA.
But that's really okay, as long as they didn't leave me out.
Aaaaaaaaand I have to go practice violin now. It's 11:42. Eeeeeeeeh.
Play Week.
Okay, Sam, I know what you're thinking-- "You guys are just extra people who didn't have talent for anything else and are taking up room in our changing rooms." Okay, quick thing-- your dressing room is the BAND hall. OUR room. We're just giving it to you cause you don't have a better place to change. (Not you, specifically, Sam. Don't get offended. I mean... like... everyone. Or everyone else.) And, like, Candle said, without us, there is no 'sound of music'. (Hahaha.) And to those who are dancing that one waltz and STILL don't appreciate the orchestra, well, guess what, without our music you don't have anything to dance to. Unless, of course, you want to sing it yourself.
The performance.
FUN.
And long.
But mostly fun.
The end... that feeling was like... whoa...
I love it.
It's what I live for.
Did you feel it, Jestar?
It was amazing.
And then I went out into the lobby where everyone else was. I went with my violin case so that people knew that I wasn't just a random person who came to watch.
We looked at the pictures on the computer... and some of them were hilarious! Rodd was being... well, herself, and saying, "I like that picture of me! Oh, look! Me! ME ME MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" (Well, no, she didn't really say that last part... but you get the point.) And when I told her that the song she sang, 'No Way to Stop It' was my favorite, she goes, "Yeah! I love all of my songs! Wait, it was your favorite??" I guess that last question was fair, cause apparently she's not a good singer. I think she's okay when she's on key.
I think Rice should have gotten a bigger part. Well... he's reaaally good at the part he has now...
It would just be awkward if he was Captain von Trapp, cause... yeah.
AND THEY PUT ME IN THE WRONG SPOT ON THE PROGRAM!! They put me in Second Violin. NO. I'm in FIRST VIOLIN. And it said that Happy's dad was in First Violin, but, no, he plays VIOLA.
But that's really okay, as long as they didn't leave me out.
Aaaaaaaaand I have to go practice violin now. It's 11:42. Eeeeeeeeh.
Play Week.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Dress Rehearsal
I wish I could say that tonight was the Final Dress Rehearsal, but it wasn't.
It was simply the dress rehearsal.
It was the usual until after dinner. (I didn't eat there-- I ate before I got there.) We were SUPPOSED to start rehearsal at 6:00, but for some reason they were being really, extremely slow so we had to wait.
Nikki, Skandie, Nemo (Mollipop's little brother) and I stood around the top of the staircase leading down into the orchestra pit. Nemo was complaining that everyone was poking his stomach, which really only made us poke it more...
Poor Nemo.
That's actually what Plard did. When Nemo told him, "Plard! Everyone's poking my stomach!" Plard said, "Aw, poor little Nemo!" and poked him right in the ribs.
Haha.
COMPLAINT--Nemo is taller than me!! Last time I saw him he was short!
Okay, anyways, when we started it was okay.
And then there were some bad things happening.
As in... Ty-Ty singing off-key, making the orchestra unable to accompany them for one song.
And... People forgetting lines. Especially Captain. He forgot a lot.
And... People missing cues.
We eventually got through with it... An hour late.
It was simply the dress rehearsal.
It was the usual until after dinner. (I didn't eat there-- I ate before I got there.) We were SUPPOSED to start rehearsal at 6:00, but for some reason they were being really, extremely slow so we had to wait.
Nikki, Skandie, Nemo (Mollipop's little brother) and I stood around the top of the staircase leading down into the orchestra pit. Nemo was complaining that everyone was poking his stomach, which really only made us poke it more...
Poor Nemo.
That's actually what Plard did. When Nemo told him, "Plard! Everyone's poking my stomach!" Plard said, "Aw, poor little Nemo!" and poked him right in the ribs.
Haha.
COMPLAINT--Nemo is taller than me!! Last time I saw him he was short!
Okay, anyways, when we started it was okay.
And then there were some bad things happening.
As in... Ty-Ty singing off-key, making the orchestra unable to accompany them for one song.
And... People forgetting lines. Especially Captain. He forgot a lot.
And... People missing cues.
We eventually got through with it... An hour late.
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