I am so proud of myself....

....wait, is that conceited?

Oh well, I'm too happy about this to mind.

I write like
Cory Doctorow

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!

         ^what I'm so happy about^



Yeah, this is another random musing post.
I hope everyone had an amazing week.  I had finals, so....well, more on that later.
Ciao,
AG

Why Must They Grow So Quickly?

Emboo is officially twelve. <insert insanity here>
     Ok...not insanity, more like "insane older sister sentimentality", but "sentimentality" is such a long  word.

     Her birthday was Saturday.  Her party Started on Friday and Ended on Saturday and The Homestead became Occupied Territory.  The Rebel Leader(AKA Emboo) and her Accomplices(AKA her friends)took over Base(AKA The Homestead) where it became Occupied Territory(AKA Party Central(sort of)).  


     There was giggles and laughter and running around in general.  There was also ice cream.

Please remind me whose idea it was to give these girls sugar?

     They played Sardines* and people kept getting lost.

    Also I got flan!  Yum!

     Jurassic Park 3 was on the television, so that was fun, but we had to change it because it was deemed "frightening".  

      I was the girl who was the Resident Make-Up Artist.  Ammamay and  one of Emboo's friends did hairdos. 

(I actually had a good hair day the next day!  I know, I'm shocked, too!)

*Sardines is a type of tag where one person hides and the group has to go find them, instead of the group hiding and one person finding everyone.


     A side note about Hair-

Specifically-  My Hair.

My Hair hates me.

It is an abhorent frizzy mess.

Usually.

Do any of you know anything about children's detangler?

IT FLIPPING WORKS.

     Humidity makes my problem worse and today it rained.  My hair is shockingly not shocking people.  This is due to my detangler.

/end side note.

     What am I going to do‽ I mean, in only one year there will be three(I repeat three) teenagers running around here, me being the oldest of them.  Not to mention how by the end of this year TRex will be in double digits.
Can't we just slow down?  


Man, I feel old.

STRIKE

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Another Introductary Post

     NANNAH!!!!!!!!!-My cousin. She's 15.
Risa-My cousin, Cece's Mouse. She is 18.
      Cece-Risa's Bestie/Monkey. She is also 18.
Sisi-Emboo's Bestie/Cousin. She is 11.
     OOIE- RISA'S BOY FRIEND***    
Blondie and Toto=My Besties. They are 15(Blondie)and 16(Toto)
       Emboo and I are both friends with Mina(13). 
J-Roz(10) and T-Rex are buds.

     Mina and JRoz are my boyfriend's Younger Sibs.

Lol-y Boy(16) is My Mad Scientist/Inventor and my boyfriend.  

     "?" There is also an amazingawesometasticfavoloso girl in the library who does tutoring after school.  She has turned me into a Nerdfighter*!  I've known her for about two days(well, four, but I only saw  her on two of them).  For now she will be known as "The Mysterious Awesome One."

      There is more, I swear, I just wanted to begin a reference sheet of sorts.  I doubt it will stop, though.  There are a lot of people who impact my life.  Including my huge Family.

     Family is important to me.  I have a Nuclear Family, sort of.  Ammamay is a RN, but stays at home, while Addyday** is a Firefighter(ya know, supports the fam).  Our family is a bit large for the traditional Nuclear Family.  

     While the traditional Nuclar Family has two children, a boy and a girl, ours has four(however it does still have the same ratio and balance).

     My extended family-yeesh!-I will introduce quite a few of them, but honestly, I don't even know all of them.

*For those of you who don't know what a Nerdfighter is, check out the Vlog Brothers on YouTube.  They are made of Awesomesauce.

**My dad.

***Written by Risa

How to Stump a Stubbern Child

 I was one.  I was a very stubbern child.

Now I am very different.

Now I am a very stubbern teenager.

Lovely.

     Anywho, I was thinking, as I often do, about this, that, the-other-thing, and ventalation.  I was also working on an English project and I found a list of questions relationg to the wonderful book by Roald Dahl that is known to the world as, The BFG.      

     One of the questions was, "How does the BFG label his dream jars?"

     My response(my immediate one, at least) would have been,* "With paper."

*(ha!  Actually, this was my immediate reaction)


     Another thing it brought to my mind was the question, "Why does the BFG label his dream jars?"


The answer to the question is easy to find, but the point is that it derailed my train of thought.


Again.


     Now I was thinking about little children and how they incessantly the question, "Why?" 


 I, myslef, have been one of the worst. 

     The proper response to this question from a child, I have found, is to ask them a question in return.


     Answer their questions until you have no more answers or have run out of your Advil, ibuprofin, Tyelnol(yadda, yadda, yadda, [insert brand of pain releiver/headache medicine here]), then return to them a question of your own.


     When you have reached the limits of your answering capabilities, simply ask them , "Why not?"
     Be prepared for a new round of questions on a new subject, or persistence on the other one, but honestly, this has worked.
     I mean, I've used this.  It had become second nature because it worked. I just hadn't stopped to ask myself why it worked.


     My answer to why it works?  Why not?  Why shouldn't it work?  It may not be one-hundred-per-cent, but it's better than nothing and can inspire exploration and curiosity.


This is my random thought for today.


Best Regards
~AG

Why T-Rex Is A Cannoli

#CLEARS THROAT#

This is the story of how T-Rex became a cannoli...


     Ammamay* made Latkes** for breakfast, which ended up causing mayhem amoung all of us young people.  T-rex is worried about trying some new food,  Jax took an extra, effectively stealing Emboo's allotment, which made her get in a frenzy, "MOOOOM, he stole my Latke!  Make him give it back!!!!"(Sheesh! "Now, Mummy, now!" Veruca? Is that really you?)  He ended up giving it back to her, wherein she, in turn, gave it to me. ("It's cold, you have it.  Also, it has sour cream.(she scrunches her face)")  
T-Rex's big, blue eyes grew huge.  "Can I have some, please?"

Hold up.

     ~"Please?"~

He said,  "please"  to me‽ This is serious.




 

      This kid is the pickiest of picky.  I mean plain-out choosey.  He has food he likes, and everything else.  A lot of everything else.  

     This is an Italian kid who won't touch Manicotti or Cannelloni.  He won't even eat Spaghetti if it has red sauce on it.




"Sure," I reply as I cut him a half.  
     "I can have half?"(I think I see tears in his eyes.)
     "Absolutely."

I give him the half with no bite in it, and I think he sort of creates a rift in time and space with his joy.
     "Thank you, AG!"
     And I get an actual, real-live hug from my nine-soon-to-be-ten-year-old brother, the Fourth Grader.  And girls have cooties.  I'm overjoyed(also, I have an entire Latke more then the rest of the sibs, so......      Nah, it's the hug.  Probably.)



     While my picky younger brother returns to his seat, Ammamay and I exchange a glance.  

     "Hey!  A food he actually likes!" from Jax.(snarky li'l Eighth Grader.)
We all laugh.  It's true, though.  It's hard to find a food he likes, much less a new one.***

      "He's a funny one," Ammamay puts in, "He won't try spaghetti and red sauce**!  I bet he'd have no problem if he'd just try it." This last part is said slightly more indignantly.  I mean, come on people, she makes the red stuff herself(with occasional help from Prego****).

      I join in, "He's an Italian who won't go near Ravioli**, Manicotti**, Cannelloni**."
      "And he won't touch anything with garlic!" she adds, "Are we sure he's Italian?"

     "I bet he wouldn't try a Cannoli**."


We pause for a beat.


      I crack a smile, "He is a Cannoli."
My comment puts Ammamay into another fit of laughter.

     "He is!" She says through her giggles.

     The blue-eyed T-Rex looks up at us from his plate.  His eyebrows are furrowed and he is very put-off.

     "Mamma, what's a Cannoli?"

     Nooooo!  I try to plead with my eyes, out loud-
     "Don't tell him!" I'm laughing.

     She doesn't heed me and instead concedes to the weaker party,
"It's an Italian dessert."

     "Oh," he says.  He was placated, but his arms remained crossed and his cheeks hadn't quite returned from red, mostly due to "Italian dessert" not being the answer he suspected.


In the end, a delicious breakfast and a funny story and a new name! Ta-da! 





*(my mother, this is how I refer to her, this side-note is for future reference)
**YUM~ 
***(I'm not giving him any credit here.  He's gotten much better.  Still, it usually feels like you have got to pry his jaws open to get him to try anything that he hasn't already tried.)
**** "Prego!" = "Thank you!" in Italian.


Yeah, I capitalize food.  It's respectful. 

More About My Cast

It is gone.

Thank God


I am so happy it's gone that I CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF!!!!!!!


One problem-My elbow will not unbend all the way nor can bend it all the way in any direction.  I am sad about my arm.  Not much else to be sad about besides my arm.  






Yup.


I believe I promised to tell all of you a story about T Rex?
Yup, I did.
Here is the story of how T-Rex became a cannoli.(See Next Post)

Life At The Homestead

     I am the oldest of four chilluns(children, to those of you who don't speak "AspieGrrl").  I have two bouncing baby brothers and one lovely little sister.
     Jax comes in at 14 years old and is an all-around athlete, participating in football, baseball and riding.  He likes photography.
     Emboo is 11, plays soccer/football(depending on where you are) and has dabbled in volleyball. She wants to take up surfing again.  She also rides a dirtbike.
     T-Rex(TSquawk) is the youngest in the bunch pulling a whole 9 years on him.  He rides, plays baseball and football and is very partial to processed foods.


     We have a dog, who goes by the name of Nami and she is a lovely black lab who thinks she weighs five pounds.

     She doesn't.

     She is two years old and has enough energy to match her human counter-part(dog years - psha!  She can outrun any 14 year old I know!).  
Common places to find her include-
-My bed
-Emboo's Bed
-Anywhere in the boy's room
-Out back/in the back(The back yard)
-Crying at closed doors
-Out front(with her leash tied to a post.  This is done to ensure that she doesn't chase any weary traveler and scare them to death with her loving, booming barks and doggie kisses.)
-Following anyone who happens to be walking(especially if they also happen to have food)


Speaking of food, I ~LOVE~ food.  I love to cook food, to smell food, to see food.  I love to hear the fresh snap or crunch  of a bell pepper, the sizzle of sautéing garlic, the pop of bacon.  More than all of this I love to eat food.
Because of this, I will remember to post some recipes when I have time, or when I remember the measurments.


PS-Italians love garlic and T-Rex is a cannoli.  I'll explain later, I promise.


Until then-  
Cheers!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!  I HAVE GUNPOWDER ON THE BOTTOMS OF MY FEET!

The gunpowder is from stepping on Pop-Its.  I just rang in the new year!  I'm going to have some trouble for the next seven months trying to remember what year we're in.  Eh, oh well.  I'm just going sit back with mah gun-powder feet an' chug mah rootbeer.  I also have a pretty cool hat.

Pretty

Awesome

Hat

These Two are of The Cast From Hell