tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25338718310556898992024-02-19T07:18:28.726-06:00To Live A LifeBasically, everythingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-2663493503660679322012-02-02T13:29:00.000-06:002012-05-26T13:15:31.909-05:00My ApologiesI have gone to a new blog. Basically, it's exactly the same, but new. To visit it: <a href="http://annalowery.blogspot.com">annalowery.blogspot.com.</a> Thank you for putting up with this extreme inconvenience! From now on, you can pretty much ignore this blog... kind of...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-7333602969598270782012-01-31T15:13:00.001-06:002012-02-01T22:17:52.671-06:00The Art of FeltingSay you had something you'd knit out of 100% wool, and you had knit too loose or you just weren't happy with it. Or you had made it with original the original intention to felt it. And then, imagine you had no idea how to felt. <br />
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To put it simply, felting is shrinking your knitted or crocheted pieces of fabric. Don't confuse it with needle felting, which is a different thing entirely.<br />
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I made a bag a few months ago, out of some wool yarn I had spun. I must say, my knitting has improved since then. The bag was loose and the stitches uneven. <br />
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My mother had knit a headband out of purple and grey yarn she had spun and plied. It was too big. <br />
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We decided to give felting a go. We had no idea how to felt. So we looked it up in the most obvious of places: the Internet. <br />
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Having found a sufficient amount of information, we got ready what we needed. <br />
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A bucket. We used a smallish white plastic bucket, which easily fit our two things. <br />
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Hot water. Originally, we just filled it with warmish water from the sink, but we also boiled some and added it in. <br />
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A spoon. We used a nice, long handled wooden spoon. <br />
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We put in our two items of woolly consistence into the bucket of warmish water from the sink. We stirred with the wooden spoon. When the water was boiling, we dumped out the warm water and added the boiling water. We kept on stirring. <br />
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After a while of stirring, we found that the stitches were getting closer together and fuzzy. <br />
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My Mom's headband, instead of shrinking, became very very long. It was interesting. It hasn't yet shrunk back to a good size for headwear. I suspect a lack of balance in the Force. <br />
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However, my bag continued to shrink and get awesome. I can't help it, I guess I'm just good at this sort of thing. <br />
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Isn't it cute? I'm very pleased with it. I put it on a towel and shaped it to the shape I wanted, and stuck a couple of pins around the edges just for good measure. <br />
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Well, this fiber extravaganza went well! For me, anyway... Hopefully, Mom's headband will fix itself... If not, well, we'll think of something! <br />
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Felting is fun and easy. We stirred it for probably about 30-40 minutes. If you're not too worried about ruining your project, go for it! You might want to practice on a couple of swatches first, though. <br />
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I look forward to future felted projects! I'll post pictures of the bag when It's dry and I've added a couple of touches to it. Like a clasp.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-86289760604925234882012-01-27T15:40:00.001-06:002012-02-01T22:18:35.987-06:00Congrats, Nanowrimo Participant!While I did finish Nanowrimo in the appointed month, November, I didn't finish the actual novel until a couple days ago. Hey, it's still quite an accomplishment: an 83,000 word book in three months? <br />
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One of the winner's goodies is a lovely certificate, and I didn't feel right printing it out before I finished my novel. But now I've finished it, I've got my beautiful, albeit black and white, winner's certificate pinned on my wall. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndlim-kINtT4sW7PuoiRzmThRulNC8YFUAlaxeV_fUCZiqZrOjfBZ6mG8dKCEtsAWPPSo7LY-P6PfQ3if39cOvEbbJPHogxX7pa5SmJou7LfhWzKIV3rLa9Z6cCpAvxyfZK0tu904GmY/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndlim-kINtT4sW7PuoiRzmThRulNC8YFUAlaxeV_fUCZiqZrOjfBZ6mG8dKCEtsAWPPSo7LY-P6PfQ3if39cOvEbbJPHogxX7pa5SmJou7LfhWzKIV3rLa9Z6cCpAvxyfZK0tu904GmY/s320/photo.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Congratulations me! And, with Two novels stored on my hard drive, and more coming, I depart to do my chores.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-47303259789262568832012-01-18T21:35:00.002-06:002012-02-01T22:19:03.889-06:00The Teenage YearsThe age of thirteen is upon me, as of yesterday. Thirteen solid years of brilliance, plus one day. Two days. <br />
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After Christmas, Big Bend, and Izzy & Chris's engagement (to make a long story short, they got engaged a week or so ago. Very exciting), I was just like, I'm sick of celebrating. <br />
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Okay, not really sick of celebration. But I definitely didn't want a big party like last year. Okay, last year wasn't big by most people's standards. But this year, I wanted an even smaller celebratory event. <br />
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The answer? i Fratelli's. Eating out; an almost foreign activity in my family. But with two of our family in the restaurant business, and the wishes of a low-key birthday, it was an excellent answer. Rose and Joan Dougherty attended the outing, making us a party of twelve. We had good fun, showing off our bad manners. Thank heavens we had a more private part of the restaurant. <br />
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When we had eaten more than we should have, we departed the place of Italian cuisine and went home for cake and presents. <br />
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Ah, presents. The best way of acquiring more stuff. Don't we love 'em? <br />
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On the table, there sat my wonderful batch of gifts, from people all over the house, and two from people from the house next door. <br />
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A spectacular show of flying tissue paper, knotted ribbons, and most importantly, presents. So much stuff! Chocolate, Harry Potter books, jewelry, an external hard drive, baseball cards (for the secret fan hidden deep within me), and gel pens being among the stuff. Thank you again to all the wonderful, wealthy friends who contributed to my stash of treasures! <br />
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I said earlier that we went home for cake and presents. I lied. We didn't have cake. Instead, we had ice cream sundaes, equally good for all lovers of ice cream! And what better a way to have sundaes than with chocolate sauce, hardshell, mini m&ms, Reeces Pieces, chopped up Ghiridelli chocolate chips, gummy bears, caramel sauce, chocolate and caramel popcorn, and sprinkles? <br />
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Happy Birthday to me!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-28147826837510327702012-01-03T12:10:00.001-06:002012-02-01T22:20:09.036-06:00It's the Thought That Counts.150? Was I serious? Scrambling to complete that unrealistic goal would have been boring to say the least for my few followers. But even if I haven't even gotten to 100 posts in the last two years, that's not to say I haven't been writing, as any of you will know from my, albeit infrequent, posts. <br />
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It's a total coincidence that I'm writing on the second anniversary of To Live A Life, by the way. <br />
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I started the first day of 2012 in the car. On the way home from Big Bend. I can't say I was sad to leave. <br />
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Two days after Christmas, that same car trip took place in reverse. At 6:00 in the morning (actually, it was 6:45 a.m.) nine of our family and Christopher Joseph piled into the rented 15 passenger van and set off to the wilderness. David and Nathan were the fortunate family members who got to stay home. Fortunate in my opinion. <br />
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Most people slept in the car. I tried. But I've never been able to sleep much in cars, so as soon it got light, I was writing and listening to Artemis Fowl on my magical orange iPod. <br />
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We spent the first freezing night in Big bend in the Cottonwood campgrounds, and it was beautiful. Even though we neglected to put up our tent and there was no protection from evil wild things, I managed to get a little bit of sleep. <br />
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I being an excessively indoors person, almost everything I say about Big Bend will come out negative. So I'll skip the next couple of days when everybody was hiking up in the mountains except for me, Mom, and Dad. We stayed in the Basin camp, going on day hikes and stuff. <br />
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The backpackers came back on the 30th, and on New Year's Eve, all ten of us went to Santa Elena Canyon. <br />
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Santa Elena was the all time best part of Big Bend. It was beautiful, cool, everybody was there, we had tons of fun, and the name is spectacular. Santa Elena. Pure brilliance. <br />
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Santa Elena ruled out all the bad stuff in Big Bend. It gave me loads of great ideas for writing. And again, the name just makes me happy. <br />
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On New Year's Day, we, as I mentioned before, drove home. But before that, we stopped at the Hot Springs. It was very nice, though I only stuck my feet in the naturally hot water. <br />
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Then we were home. And waiting for me on the table, all taped up in a cardboard box, were the two new series of Doctor Who I ordered the day before we left. I love them.<br />
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Happy New Year? I hope so.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-32805815557450135522011-12-25T15:53:00.001-06:002012-02-01T22:20:24.722-06:00Holiday ExhilarationAs the Lowery Christmas tradition instructs us, we opened gifts on Christmas Eve, though not before our annual bread and cheese dinner. It's amazing how gourmet a meal you can make from such simple food. <br />
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David, Augustine, Atheena, and Catherine arrived shortly before dinnertime, at about 5:30, bringing joy and good tidings and homemade vegan donuts. <br />
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After we ate, we had time to kill before Ben came home from Starbucks, so we played Left Right Center with $1 bills. In the first round of the excellent gambling game, Thomas won. Since Ben really likes Left Right Center, we waited until after we opened presents to play round 2. But Ben wasn't home yet, so we called him and sang "Moon River" very loudly and with the wrong words, and then some of us played Bananagrams. <br />
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PRESENTS!!! <br />
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To demote the need to get presents for 10 people every Christmas, we have picked names for Christmas for longer than I can remember. We picked names way back in August, and now the secrets are revealed: I had Ben. In the past week, I've been scrambling to finish up his presents, and I managed and I <br />
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Dan had me. I was given a pair of duck down slipper boot things, that are super comfortable and warm and will be very wonderful in Big Bend this coming week. Hidden inside the duck down slippers, I was presented with cinnamon gum, my favorite, V5 Pilot pens, pickles, chocolate, Amazon gift card, and an iTunes gift card. <br />
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Dad gave the family 2 things: a new massage chair (the one we got last Christmas wore out after a couple months cos we used it so much. This new one will hopefully last a little longer) and a MacBook Pro. It is so amazing and fast and gorgeous. <br />
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After presents, we still had another half hour before the Lowery kids had to depart to Midnight Mass, so we played round 2 of Left Right Center. <br />
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I won. <br />
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I'd never actually won Left Right Center, and now I have. 25 bucks easy. I love gambling. ;) <br />
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Elizabeth said the Midnight Mass was at 11, and we got there ten minutes before. <br />
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Midnight Mass is, wouldn't you guess it, at midnight, not 11, so we were sitting in Church for an hour before mass. It was a long hour, especially since we thought it was only ten minutes. But oh well. It was a very holy night. <br />
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When we got home, we fell into bed and sleep. At roughly 9:00, people began to file out of their bedrooms and examine the contents of their stockings, which were laid out on the table surrounded by presents. <br />
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Mom and Dad went to mass in the morning, so they didn't get home till about 10 or so, at which point we had all acknowledged the wonderful items in our felt stockings. <br />
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I received more V5 Pilot pens, Christmas lights for my lair, a book light, which will be much appreciated in Big Bend with duck down slippers from Dan, a niddy noddy, (a kind of yarn winding tool) candy and assorted other food things, hair clips, and more cinnamon gum. <br />
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Dan installed an indoor swing, which is awesome. Every house needs one. Seriously.<br />
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We just got home from seeing the new Tintin movie, which was fantastic. The screenplay was written partly by Steven Moffat, the head writer and executive producer for Doctor Who, which guarunteed that Tintin would be at least partly enjoyed. It was fully enjoyed. <br />
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Tonight, we will have our Christmas Feast of a Smoked Turkey, which we got from a very, very, very, very, very generous friend, and various sides made by people. Other people, not me. <br />
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And now, I publish this and log out with fantastical speed. <br />
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Merry Christmas.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-68536605792432801252011-12-14T11:58:00.001-06:002012-02-01T22:20:38.924-06:00Happy Belated ThanksgivingThe reason for which I didn't write all of November is exceptional. I'm almost done with my second novel, and I started it on 11-1-11. Thanks to Nanowrimo, I have most of a first draft in my hands, and I am proud of it. Very, very, very proud. <br />
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The only problem with Nanowrimo being in November: Thanksgiving. It's such a wonderful holiday, you kind of can't write on it. Not very much, anyway. I only wrote about 800 words on that particular Thursday, 1000 words under par. When you only have 30 days to write 50,000 words, it's unwise to take breaks like that, even if it is a national holiday. <br />
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But just because I didn't write doesn't mean I didn't do tons of other stuff. I was busy on Thanksgiving. <br />
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My day started at 7:30, when I had a very tiny breakfast and left to walk three miles with my sisters and mom. The Turkey Trot is by all means a highly enjoyable and fun experience. Walking through Dallas, surrounded by thousands of other people walking through Dallas, some of them in turkey costumes. <br />
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Even though I am totally out of shape and would never in a million years have imagined I could walk three miles with ease, I did it, and I have nothing to prove it, but never mind. There are 40,000 eye witnesses. <br />
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From the time we got back from the Turkey Trot until dinner at four, everybody was busy cooking and having fun. It was then that I got my 800 words written, because I'm a terrible cook. Ask anybody. <br />
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Our early dinner was amazing. We had turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green beans and bacon, mashed potatoes, potato rolls, quick bread, holiday salad, and olives. Having dinner at 4 was convenient; after we were done eating, we went for a walk, then went to Ben's Starbucks. Ben had to work on Thanksgiving, unfortunately, so to cheer him up we brought him some Thanksgiving feast. Even though we were still stuffed to the gills, Ben, cunning as he is, managed to fill us up with extravagant concoctions, which were of course delicious. <br />
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On the way home from Starbucks, we stopped by a Redbox to try and get Super 8. Unfortunately, they were out of stock. So we tried the one across the street. They were out of stock as well. But the guy behind us in line was returning Super 8, saw that we wanted to get it, and returned it. We got Super 8. <br />
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Shortly after we came home, David, Augustine, and Atheena came over. We played games and had some dessert, then they went to see Hugo, and we set up Super 8 in the back on Thomas's flat screen TV. <br />
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An excellent Thanksgiving, one of the best. <br />
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Off topic, I recently read the Hunger Games. They are very good, and I guarantee that once you start them, you won't stop reading until you've finished. <br />
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And now I have to do school.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-29390679021838293852011-10-31T18:23:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:20:52.461-06:00Spinner's BeginningAs some will know, I am well learned in the art of fiber, this being yarny stuff like knitting, crocheting, weaving, spinning, etcetera. <br />
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Recently, one of my favorite pass times is spinning. I haven't been able to much since I learned how to in July, but this past Tuesday me and my mother went to the Shabby Sheep yarn store in Dallas. We bought some roving and drop spindles. We got four different colors of roving: dark brown, light brown/grey, lavender, and a sort of reddish-orangish-brownish. After making out purchase, we sat on the front porch of the Shabby Sheep and practiced our spinning. We had lots of fun! <br />
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I've been making some 'art yarns' out of scrap wool I bought. I'm almost out of the scraps, but then I'll just keep spinning in solid colors. <br />
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Here are some pictures of what I've spun since July! <br />
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There's all my yarn! I'm very proud of myself.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-54560774800211003172011-10-04T15:52:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:21:13.421-06:00Dear Pen Pal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">This is the third book in the Mother Daughter Book Club series by Heather Vogel Frederick. I read the first two a couple of years ago, and when my neighbors checked Dear Pen Pal out of the library, I started reading it when I went over there.</div></div><br />
In this book the members of the Mother Daughter Book Club read Daddy Long Legs and Just Patty, both by Jean Webster. The five girls, Megan, Emma, Jess, Cassidy, and Becca, each have pen pals who are in another Mother Daughter Book Club and are reading the same books. Jess is at a boarding school for the first time and is stuck with a classically rich and mean roommate, Savannah, who naturally turns out to be all right after all. Each chapter is from the view of Megan, Emma, Jess, or Cassidy, and Heather Vogel Frederick depicts each character well.<br />
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The writing is not what I'd call fantastic, but I still enjoy reading them. You may be better off reading Daddy Long Legs instead, but this is okay.<br />
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Although it'll be later than that when I post this, cos it's now almost ten o'clock. I had to take a long break for dinner (Garbanzo bean raisin broccoli couscous carrot = not a kids meal, all adults admit it, even the cook) and dessert (cookies 'n cream ice cream).<br />
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I've been spending my sickly days basically playing on the iPad and on our Tetris (I'm getting steadily better at Tetris. I used to be horrible, now I'm semi-good), reading Harry Potter (I was in need of a good, exciting book, and Harry Potter was pretty much the only option available), and nothing. Lots of fun, except that I feel terrible.<br />
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I finally got my Dad to watch a Dr Who with me. He's tried it twice and hasn't liked it, but this one, School Reunion, was a winner. It was the metal dog that did it, I suppose. It's impossible to deny the wondrousness of K9. Hopefully we'll have another go sort of sooner rather than really later.<br />
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Thursday was a very very big night. My Mom's birthday was officially on Wednesday, but on Thursday everybody was here, so a very big dinner was created by my sisters Becca and Izzy. There was steak, potatoes, bread, salad, red bell peppers with blue cheese, and probably more. I very sadly could barely enjoy it, me being in the state I was in. Izzy accidentally used super spicy ingredients on the steak, and some of us spent more than a minute in a fit of agony, but that didn't stop us from enjoying it. It was one of the two dishes I had, and the only one I had seconds of, and ate for lunch two days after.<br />
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This Pearls comic appeared on Wednesday the 21st. I loved it! I didn't get a chance to cut it out before it was recycled, so I'll have to post it on my blog. Hopefully the rest of the world finds it equally hilarious!<br />
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It's main attraction is the Welsh... if it was Swahili, it would be funny, but not hilarious.<br />
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And on that delightful note, I'm going to bed cos I'm sick and I need lots of sleep.<br />
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Goldberg is a good writer, and displayed Hawaii's beauty with talent. I naturally have never been to Hawaii, but I got what was hopefully a realistic picture of Hawaii. Monk's obsessive compulsive actions didn't stray far from his character on the show, keeping his need of cleanliness and order in line. The certain things distracting him were quite Monkish and worthy of praise.<br />
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The story is told in first person by Monk's assistant, Natalie Teeger. Her feelings and annoyances at Monk's actions are written out by the page, and it does well to describe the difficulties of her job.<br />
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Overall it is a good story and it pulls together neatly. It is not a book I would likely reread, but if you are in need of a new Monk mystery, it would be a good choice. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-50233486516556468922011-09-07T14:48:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:22:35.510-06:006 Years of Education and Counting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Even though my high level of brilliance will not be improved by school, I unfortunately still have about ten years worth of education to go through. I know I'm too smart to learn anything else, but apparently, nobody else does.<br />
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I naturally wouldn't have school on Labor Day (which was on Monday for anybody who isn't caught up in current events), so I started the day after, which was yesterday. Fortunately my schoolbooks had not yet arrived from Seton, so I only had to do algebra (see, I'm already like two years ahead in math. I started algebra when I was eleven, for heaven's sake. I'm twelve now. I started it last year. You know.) and history. However, today was a full school day. Lots of reading and math. Not too bad, but already the stress of the school year is creeping upon me.<br />
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To end my first week of school, I will be consoled with a Dr Who sleepover with my idiot of a friend, Rose Dougherty. It'll be to celebrate our being obsessed with Dr Who for a year. It's going to be so awesome! Well, only the Dr Who part, having to spend a longer period of time than the average three hours with Rose is going to be like committing suicide. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-38614661393990528092011-08-31T12:15:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:23:16.638-06:00Let's Kill HitlerOh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.<br />
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Basically what I said as we (Rose, Joan, and I) were sitting down to watch the brand new Dr Who episode, Let's Kill Hitler. Oh my gosh. We had to watch it on a kind of annoying site that was a bit jolty and had lots of noisy ads every few minutes, but still. I mean, oh my gosh. It was so amazing. I watched it again last night on a much better site, and it was even better.<br />
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I mean, Hitler's not even that important. It's just great though. What an awesome episode title. Wow. I'm like speechless. It's so totally awesome. I love Doctor Who. I can't wait till next Sunday. Oh my GOSH.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-21011520769425044872011-08-26T23:13:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:23:32.308-06:00STAR WARS!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I've grown up with a Star Wars loving family. And yet, I've never seen the movies.<br />
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Until this past Tuesday. I watched A New Hope with Rose. It was a pretty big step for me. From never having seen it to loving it... Wow. On Wednesday, I watched both the Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi. So I was introduced to the movies I'd been hearing about for the past twelve years of my life. Of course, I already knew a bunch of stuff, Darth Vader, Luke and Leia, etcetera. Rose was a bit upset. When I say a bit...<br />
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But now I'm obsessed and can't wait to see Attack of the Clones. I watched the Phantom Menace this evening, by the way, so I'm not going to be skipping it, you know.<br />
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Anyway, Star Wars is awesome. I'm sorry to all the people who I said to that it wasn't. I was wrong. Yeah, it happens. Don't act so surprised. Seriously. You're making me feel really unhumble. Sheesh. Just cut it out. I'm <i>serious. </i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-75682563681585770012011-08-15T16:12:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:23:51.494-06:00Detectives in Togas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I reread Detectives in Togas, by Henry Winterfeld, on the ride to Port Aransas. It was read to me a year or two ago, but I could barely remember the events taking place in the book nor many of the key pieces to the plot. And so it was therefore a great pleasure to read.<br />
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Starting out in Xantho's School, one of the seven students, Rufus, pins a wax tablet with the words 'Caius is a Dumbell' etched into it, Caius being one of his fellow classmates. But when the next morning the same words are written on the Temple of Minerva in Rufus's hand, his friends have to find the culprit before Rufus is sold into slavery.<br />
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Really a marvelous story, and brilliantly told. You cannot proclaim an excuse strong enough to not read it. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-61470649577281930962011-08-11T15:24:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:24:05.202-06:00The One and Only Port Aransas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_ymn55e="111"><div closure_uid_pi6hxv="102">The invitation to accompany Atheena and her Nana, Catherine, to Port Aransas, Texas came on this past Friday. I think. it might have been Thursday. Grey area. But anyway, the acceptance was almost immediate. I was dropped off at Atheena's new house on Sunday and we left for Port A the following morning around 7:50. We drove pretty solidly until we reached Austin, where we stopped at the Whole Foods there. We got some Vegan Donuts and some lunch stuff and then we continued on our way. </div></div><div closure_uid_ymn55e="111"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_ymn55e="111">On Tuesday, we went to the beach for a few hours. As much fun as the beach is, sunburn is nearly always a negative factor. My face and arms got it this time. But it wasn't too bad. We also went to some gift shops. We first stopped at a cool place called 'GRATITUDE.' It was neat, but we didn't buy anything there. The next place we went was a big yellow place, I'm not sure what it was called. I bought a stuffed dolphin there who I later named Olivander, or Oliver for short. There was another cool place that I also don't know the name of, but they had a cat. It was just walking around the shop and you could pet it and hold it and stuff. The candy store next door contained a less loved pet, a rattle snake. Atheena and Catherine being afraid of snakes, it took some convincing to get them into the shop, and even then they wouldn't go on the same side as the snake. We at last went to a restaurant called Moby Dick's. It was really cool, all piraty and... piraty. We got some french fries and drinks and then we departed. </div><div closure_uid_ymn55e="111"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_ymn55e="111"><div closure_uid_pi6hxv="104">Yesterday we went to an amazing aquarium in Corpus Christi. We got there in time for the Turtle Show, which was pretty neat. There were about five sea turtles in all, swimming around in a big pool. Somebody came and told us all about them and all. We then went to the jelly fish, which were amazing. They are really cool. The dolphin show came to follow, which was my favorite part. The aquarium's three dolphins were adorable, and the three trainers played around with them and stuff. It was amazing. I love dolphins. After that, we were all really hungry so we went to a vegan/vegetarian place by the name of Tango's Tearoom. I got a Latin Lover burger containing a veggie burger, avacado, lettuce, and onion and I don't remember what Atheena and Catherine got. The RV park called us back after lunch, and we were glad to relax. Atheena and I played Harry Potter Scene It and then a while later we watched the Half Blood Prince. </div></div><div closure_uid_ymn55e="111"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_ymn55e="111">I will possibly continue to write the days' events as they happen, but for now I am out of interesting stories. </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-81528573479716025682011-07-26T16:49:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:24:20.294-06:00Amon Carter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I love that name for a museum. Sort of... yeah. Whatever. <br />
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So we went today to see the 'Allure of Paper' exhibit at the Amon Carter Museum of American Art. Well, naturally we didn't only see the watercolor and drawings featured, but also all the other lovely, or not so lovely, art. My favorite was a small statue of a woman spinning with a distaff and drop spindle, which I'm proud to say I could name what she was doing, thanks to the fiber class I took at the Shabby Sheep.<br />
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Me being me, I got bored very quickly and went to sit in a sort of place with couches and chairs to write. Which I did for quite a while before Rebecca showed me where the exhibit was so I could see all the amazingly detailed drawings and watercolors. Shortly after that, we went down to the gift shop. I purchased a card for my soldier Marsha Clark and a postcard for my 'friend' 'Geniuz Roz' (Rose).<br />
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Lunch was taken at an Italian restaurant I don't know the name of. Izzy and madre split an anchovy and spinach pizza, MM and Becca split a pepperoni/sausage/onion/green pepper pizza, and I had stromboli, which I could only eat half of.<br />
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Home was the next destination, and here we are, now awaiting a hopefully and probably delicious meal made by Rebecca, followed by a probably even better dessert. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-75267835521476245992011-07-20T17:40:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:25:06.516-06:00AAA! HARRY POTTER!I am obsessed with Harry Potter again. I'm sorry Doctor Who, but right now HP rules all. And it's over. There will never ever be another Harry Potter movie or book. It's so depressing.<br />
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It was, stunningly, almost a week ago that we saw the Deathly Hallows part II at midnight. Well, sort of almost a week. Tomorrow at midnight. Anyway, back to the point.. It was so fantastic. By all means one of my favorite movies.<br />
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However, the few minutes before the movie started were spent on anxiousness, as the trailers were continually messing up. And so it had to be delayed while they fixed things, which was dreadfully nerve wracking. x-P<br />
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But the movie was so brilliant that it didn't matter. Hopefully that wonderful day when I get to see it again will be Friday. I watched part 1 on Friday night with my mom, even though I'd just seen it Wednesday night.<br />
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Part II was better than part I, but honestly, not by much. They are all such amazing movies. Such amazing books. I am if possible more obsessed than I was when I first started reading them. And that is saying quite a lot.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-39533729523054752412011-07-07T13:40:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:25:50.666-06:00DD is pronounced 'th,' S is pronounced 'sh' before ie, ia, io, and iw, and LL is the most difficult sound in the world to make.Wales! I love Wales! It is my life's goal to learn to speak Welsh. And I've already started!<br />
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Gardd means Garden. It is pronounced 'Garthe'.<br />
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Ci means Dog. It is pronounced 'Key'.<br />
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That is some of what I know. I am learning so much! I'm doing good, considering that I'm learning from little internet things. I'm also saving up to buy the Rosetta Stone for Welsh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-33109406808616012732011-07-07T13:35:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:27:43.188-06:00EGG!!!AAA! One of the chickens FINALLY laid an egg! It's so adorable! It's tiny and brown and perfectly shaped. We can't wait to get more!<br />
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Apparently, the first couple of eggs are normally sort of rubbery shelled and sometimes deformed. But our chickens are so healthy and wonderful, they laid a perfect egg on the very first try. Well, we all know that Lowerys are superior to everybody else, and it turns out our chickens have followed in the Lowery way.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-58469245649743564752011-07-07T13:30:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:28:03.253-06:00Silver on the TreeWell, I decided to skip the rest of Harry Potter and go straight onto the Dark is Rising. Well, I'm glad I did, because Silver on the Tree is a really phenomenal book. Unfortunately, it is the last in the series, so I have no more to read, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.<br />
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From Will Stanton, the last of the Old Ones, to Bran Davies, a totally cool Pendragon, to Simon, Jane, and Barney Drew, the story is fascinating in every aspect. I completely disagree with the ending, but I rearranged it, so it is a brilliant ending to a brilliant sequence of books. And, it takes place in Wales, which adds about five billion plusses. I love Wales.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-35154530799606773602011-06-26T11:48:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:28:27.716-06:00Reading Skills (of Which I Seem to Have None)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So, I said back in January, way way back at the beginning of 2011, that I was going to reread the Susan Cooper books. And, surprise surprise, I never did. I am such a terrible ready person. I can't believe that I never even finished that series! They are such awesome books.<br />
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So, as soon as I am done with the the Harry Potter series (which I really shouldn't be reading, seeing as I have already read them 20 some odd times) I am determined to read The Dark Is Rising! I will at least read Silver on the Tree, which I have been working on for over a year. The problem is that the print is too small... A huge disturbance to the mind...<br />
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Maybe I should get it on the Kindle. That could help with the font size... </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-91619012010444609102011-06-26T11:35:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:28:43.712-06:00Love of My Own Room<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">As most of my readers probably know, I have shared a room with my sister Mary Margaret for as long as I can remember. I have also wanted my own room for as long as I can remember.<br />
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Unfortunately, I will most likely not have my own room until Mary Margaret goes to college in a couple of years. I can't wait, no offense to MM. However, in this past week that Rebecca has been away in Connecticut, I have been in her room. A lovely place to be by all means, with its paint splattered cement floor and the bed arranged so that every night my dogs fall off.<br />
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I have been enjoying myself so much in there. :) I have been reading SO much Harry Potter, it is unbelievable! I really think I'm going to finish all of them before the last movie comes out...<br />
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I love having my own room! I can't wait until I get a permanent room... </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-79597745448680652912011-06-17T16:53:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:28:57.810-06:00Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This amazing book by J. K. Rowling is my favorite of the series, mainly for Doctor Who related reasons. But it really is a fantastic book. My favorite for more reasons than Dr Who...<br />
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I won't tell you to read this book, because chances are, you've already read it at least once. But I will tell you to read it again. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533871831055689899.post-29904313270086106682011-06-17T16:45:00.001-05:002012-02-01T22:29:15.984-06:00Night of the Humans<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Another Dr Who novel I've read, not the best books of course. Terribly written, the lot of them. Of course, I could write one and it would be fantastic...<br />
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This book by David Llewellyn is a pretty interesting read, but definitely not as interesting as Peacemaker. Only for true Dr Who fans is this book. It's good if you're looking for something to read at night, and have nothing better to read. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0