I feel half-dead, anyway...

For the past three days (counting today) I've been caught in a cold. It sort of started Wednesday, cos I was feeling awful and I knew I had a cold coming on, so I could say past four days counting today. Or past three days not counting today. Or past three and a half days, counting what's happened of today. Except more like three and three quarters, cos it's almost seven. Well, it'd be a bit more than that, but being sick traps the mathematical mind into a use of only simple fractionyness.

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).

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.

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.

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.

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!

It's main attraction is the Welsh... if it was Swahili, it would be funny, but not hilarious.

And on that delightful note, I'm going to bed cos I'm sick and I need lots of sleep.

6 Years of Education and Counting

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.

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.

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. 

Amon Carter

I love that name for a museum. Sort of... yeah. Whatever.

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.

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).

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.

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.  

DD 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!

Gardd means Garden. It is pronounced 'Garthe'.

Ci means Dog. It is pronounced 'Key'.

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.

EGG!!!

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!

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.

Reading Skills (of Which I Seem to Have None)

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.

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...

Maybe I should get it on the Kindle. That could help with the font size... 

Love of My Own Room

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.

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.

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...

I love having my own room! I can't wait until I get a permanent room... 

Toe Injuries

So, last night, as I was writing my book, the toenail on my big toe tore. As I lifted it onto the chair to examine the blood, the computer chair rolled back onto my other big toe. Massive pain all around... It took a couple seconds to get my toe untangled from the wheel.

My poor feet. The endure so much... If I had photographs, I would post them. It doesn't look that bad, just very very sore. Thought I'd tell the world this latest story of grossness on Grosse Pt.