Cetacean Obsession

In the past, I have been known to become "passionate" about things I like. I would talk about the idea or thing constantly, spend the majority of my day thinking about it and my nights dreaming of it. I used to not be able to explain my obsessiveness, but now I know. It's genetic. My dad is a relatively calm person and he does not express his emotions very often. However, about a year ago, when he returned from a cruise of Alaska, my dad was extremely excited to introduce us to his new friend, Wally. Wally is the name my father had given to his whale. On the cruise my parents went whale watching and my dad happened to catch a photograph of "Wally" right when he was jumping into the air. Thus, an obsession is born. Wally was shown to every relative, church member, friend, student, and several complete strangers. Even a year later, Wally has a place of honor in our household, and is frequently coddled, adored, and fondly gazed upon by my dad.

How to drive your family to near insanity: inspired by the younger sister

1.Make loud, irritating gurgling sounds (my sister has perfected this)

2.Eat a whole can of pringles in one sitting, with absolutely no remorse

3.Act exteremely angry when disturbed from slumber at TWELVE IN THE AFTERNOON

4.Leave articles of clothing in every room of the house for others to put away

5.Redistribute same articles of clothes right after they have been put away by others

6.Create uncomfortable social situations by belching as loud as possible

7.Give a dramatic presentation of the events of each day to every family member...at least twice

8.Sleep in your sister's bed when she isn't home, just because you can

9.Borrow all of your sister's cherished possessions with no intention to return them

10.Eat the last ice cream bar...then put the box back in the freezer


In all seriousness, my little sister does have some endearing qualities...so when I can think of them I'll let you know

The buzz on Blossom

On April nineteenth of the year two-thousand and eight, the whole lifestlye of our family changed. I got a dog. Our first family pet is a small ball of fur called a schnoodle, a cross between schnauzer and poodle. She chews on my beautiful shoes, chases everything that moves, and will eat pretty much anything she can fit in her tiny mouth, but she has already become part of the family.