Blogging family

So about everyone in my family (minus the seven-year-old and dog) has a blog. So if you want to check them out.....
Older sis Glory:His Glory
http://hisglory-glorydawn.blogspot.com/

Older sis Grace: Amazin' Grace
http://graceciana.blogspot.com/

Mom(and extended family): Lavender Patch News
http://reichard-lavender-patch.blogspot.com/

I want to learn to whistle.

I want to learn to whistle.

I've always wanted to.

I fix my mouth to do it but

The whistle won’t come through.

I think perhaps it’s stuck and so

I try it once again

Can people swallow whistles?
Where is my whistle then?

- Dorothy Aldis

Cute little poem. A little four-year-old recited it for me and she was ADORABLE!!!!

Ready, ready

I am ready to be done with school.
I am ready to go to library and get new books.
I am ready to eat something sweet.
I am ready to go to sleep.
I am ready for the adult version of my brother to come.
I am ready to get a new movie.
I am ready for my life.
Am I ready to have nothing to do?
Am I ready to turn in my old books?
Am I ready to have a tummyache?
Am I ready to change in to my PJs?
Am I ready for the little boy version to leave?
Am I ready to take the time to watch them?
Am I ready to die?

The Mishaps of Having Contacts...

(WARNING; CONTAINS MY AWESOME WRITING (also my not so awesome writing) WEAR SUNGLASSES TO PREVENT AWESOME-BLINDING(Don't really wear sunglasses while trying to read) )
Last week I got contacts. It has been an adventure. Here, in this blog, you are going to get top-secret info on the common(and not so common) fall-backs of wearing contacts.
Though I'm sure they do it differently at other eye doctors, when I first got my contacts, I was given a schedule on how many hours I need to wear my contacts. Four hours for the first two days, six hours for day three and four, then eight hours for day five and six and for the rest, ten hours.
Sounds easy, right? Well it kind of is. But not. First of all, you have to remember when you put them in. Well actually, first of all you have to remember to put them in. Then you have to take in to account that you might not be home when you need to take them out.
If you aren't at home, you have to remember (yeah I know, a lots of remembering) to bring your contacts case and the solution. And if your like me, you'll want a quiet bathroom with a large mirror.
Another thing is, if you do get contacts, make sure you're not a klutz. I personally didn't think I was a klutz but today I found out otherwise.. As I was trying to poke out my eye (formally know as putting in your contacts) I blinked and in all of a sudden: it dropped. My contact. So all of a sudden, a simple thing (or not so simple?) like putting in my contacts was very scary thing. Where could have it gone? Didn't they tint it blue so I could see it? What good does it do? Apparently not that much. Because I stood there freaking out. I did find it. Under the sink's spout. I wonder how it got there. Maybe the story about contacts having legs its true? Who knows?
And then there's the problem of mistaken identity. I have been telling people this: Grace is the one without glasses, I'm the one with. Now I have contacts and people are getting confused. Its like losing my braces all over.
So I'm sure there's more but I have to go.
Signing off

(WARNING: LOTS OF SPANISH AND NO PROPER ACCENTS. ALSO VERY FUNNY)

SPANISH TRANSLATION
LA NARIZ
Indispensable para respirar , puede causarnos problemas y complejos. Somos muchos los que no estamos satisfechos con el aspecto de nuestra nariz. Las narices vienen en muchos modelos y tamanos. En el idioma espanol hay un vocabulario bastante completo para describirlas.
Si alguien tiene una nariz grande le pueden llamar narigon, narigudo, narizon or narizota. En cambio una nariz pequena es chata en Espana y nata en Latinoamerica. Esta la nariz aguilena, que como su nombre lo indica se parece a un pico de aguila, y lo completamente opuesto, la nariz respingada o respingona, con la punta hacia arriba.
La nariz aparece en mucha expresiones idiomaticas. Hay gente curiosa que mete las narices en todo., gente poco avisada que no ve mas alla de sus narices. Es muy triste cuando alguien va a pedir un favor o trata de conseguir algo y le dan con la puerta en ls narices, le dicen que no. Muchas veces sucede que buscamos algo por toda la casa y esta frente a nuestras propias narices, o, como nos pueden decir, "ahi lo tienes, delante de tu nariz ." Asomar la nariz,es aparecer en alguna parte para ver que pasa, sin anuciar la vista. Tambien,si hace mucho que no ves a un amigo puedes decir "que pasara con Pepe? Hace mucho que no asoma la nariz por aqui"

ENGLISH TRANSLATION
THE NOSE
Indispensable to breathe, can cause problems and complex. Many of us are not satisfied with the appearance of our nose. Noses come in many models and sizes. In the Spanish language is fairly complete vocabulary to describe them.
If someone has a big nose can call you big-nosed, big nose, big nose or big nose. But a small nose is flat cream in Spain and Latin America. The aquiline nose, which as its name suggests looks like a beak of the eagle, and the complete opposite, pug or snub nose, with the top up.
The nose appears in many idiomatic expressions. There are curious people who puts his nose into everything., recently warned people not see beyond their noses. It is very sad when someone goes to ask a favor or trying to get something and give it to the door ls noses, I say no. Many times we want something around the house and is in front of our noses, or, as we may say, "there you go, in front of your nose." Stick your nose is show up somewhere to see what happens, no advert in sight. Also, if you do not see much a friend can say "what will happen with Joe ? Long time no pokes his nose around here"

Introducing....THE GOOFBALL!

(WARNING: THIS BLOG POST CONTAINS SOME VERY CONFUSING SENTENCES AND A GOOD DEAL OF RAMBLING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)


Okay, some of you may have heard that we got a dog for Christmas. This is true, though technically we got her in janurary.
So let me tell you more about our latest addition, Stella, that goofball.
She is a German shepherd/ Australian blue heeler. She is a small dog, only coming up to my knees when she stands. But she thinks she is as big as the saint bernard that lives down the street. In fact, she thinks she should be alpha dog and pick fights with all the bigger dogs. It doesn't matter that they could swallow her in one bite. But cat fights aside (ha-ha, cat fights! Well, I thought it was funny) she is a sweet dog. She love to be petted. My older sister takes it to the next level.
Poor Stella, everyone (besides me) thinks that she is a lapdog. So you will see her being carried and put on to peoples laps. i think that she does not like that but who knows. My older sister says that Stella gets all the attention that a boyfriend would get, whatever that means......
She does have some funny quirks. She barks at the mailman but only a certain one, at some points she thinks she is a cat, she has tried to climb trees before (but she always fails), she is always mistaken for a boy dog, she will do anything, and I mean anything, for a treat. She is also very trainable.
By the second week we had her, she was playing dead at the sound of a gunshot. She also knows who to: pray, spin, crawl, sit pretty (beg), wave, raise her hand to answer a question and many more. One of her coolest tricks in my mind is her refeering. She learned to do this one on her own. My sister and I were in a little fight and we were play shoving each of other. Stella decide to break up the fight by nipping who ever shoved in her reach. Personally, I think she thinks its a game. When we first met her she couldn't even sit. So I think she is pretty smart.
Because of the German Shepherd in her, she is very alert and dignified. She loves to play most of the time, even though her playing does involve her rather sharp teeth. one of my sisters, Grace, has a old toy dog and Stella loves it. If we hid it, she will search for it everywhere. It is quite amusing.
Because of the Blue Heeler, she can jump really high. She also needs a lot of excises. She loves to run. it can be a pain, because the house we are living in does not have a fenced in backyard, so for her to go to the bathroom and get exercise, we have to take he for walks. She is a inside dog, so we take her for a lot of walks.
In fact, this winter there was a pretty bad snow storm. You could only see one block a head of you and the snow was two feet deep. but Stella had to go to the bathroom, she we had to walk her in the bitter cold. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.
And we do love her and I hope you, after reading this, begin to love her too.



Here is some photos of her

Let Us Pause to Dwell On.....

(WARNING, CONTAINS RANTING AND RAVING. PROCEED AT YOU OWN RISK)

I hate dentists. It is just to awkward. Where do you look. And trust me, that is not a question you ask my mom. You will be wonderng at her weird respouns. Not that many people stare at their dentist's stomachs.
Who said spring weather is sunny, because their wrong. It is not sunny. It is gray and gloomy and all in all, depressing. And to make it better (That was sarcasm) the clouds can't decide if their going to rain or not, so you get half rain and then sun and then fog and if you're like me, snow! It just isn't right.
I started writing this post with somthing in mind but now I have forgotten (oh no, am I getting old?) what i was thinking about.
What I should be doing now is writting my spanish prayer but I can't find the site that helps me pronounce the words so I am on this blog, ranting about it. Oh my poor non-existing readers, the things you put up with. Hmmm.... Maybe that's why I have no readers. Or maybe its because I don't update constistly. Or maybe its because....I don't know.
So, have I bore you/ freaked you out yet? Because I don't know what other reactions I would get from this post. I am typing super fast. I heard from somewhere (porbably a book) that if you just type random things you'll think of what to write for your story or in my case, speech and prayer. Its not work but hey, you got a little peek into my brain. Now you can believe me when I say its a scary place.
Signing off
Melody (AND HER TWIN SISTER THORN!!!)
Ugh, go away Thorn!

Speechs,Spanish and Math, Oh My

Who excactly thought it would be a good idea for ^these^ subjects? Spanish is okay, sorta, but am I going to use it...Nooooooooo. Speech would be fine if picking subjects were easier.
Don't even get me started on math. I think my sister, Grace, got all the number skills. Its not so bad once you understand it but it takes me a long time to get it. And when my sisters try to explain make it harder.
I'm okay with English. I would say its my favorite subject but that doesn't mean I'm really good at it. I stink at Grammar. Its so confusing. All of school is confusing... But, hey, at least I don't have to deal with girls complaining about boyfriends. Yet.....

Wii Skills (Or not...)

(WARNING: THIS MAY CONTAIN FABRICATIONS AND EXAGGERATIONS. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK)

So this Christmas, as a family, we got a Wii. We also got three games: Wii Resort, Wii Sports and Mario Kart. After all our gifts were open, we rushed to set it up. After a few mishaps, cat fights and exploding cords (just kidding :] ) we settled on the couch to do the 'easy' task of making miis. It went well, besides a few problems. I got to pick what we played first. I, naturally, choose Wii Resort, the only one I was good at. It was smooth sailing from there.
Not. On our first attempts the disk was inserted backwards. For the longest time we couldn't figure out what was the matter. Then some brilliant person (We forgot who but I'm pretty sure it was me) pointed out that the disk was in wrong. I fixed that and we got started on our 'easy and fun-filled experience with the Wii.' NOT.
For starters, the wii was picking up the signal from our remotes and when it did, it went cra-zy! Then we found out that some of the games we wanted to play were one-player games. And when we did pick a game (canoeing) I stunk at it. I lost all four rounds. But that's okay because next we played sword fight and I WON! No, I am not bragging...well, maybe a little... Anyways, after I played against everyone (and won) we played basketball.
Once again, I stunk. My ball never went close to the hoop, much less in it. So I just read while they played that game.
After awhile, Grace and Chosen were tired of Wii resort. So they voted to play Mario Kart. How to describe it? Or better ye,t how to describe my performance? One word.
Wow.
Not wow as in: "Wow, she's so good!" It was more along the lines of : "Wow, how do you do so bad?" Needless to say, I lost every single race. So I handed my remote to my mom (and its sad when the person who doesn't even know how to hold the remote is better than you...) and went upstairs. No, not to pout. You guys have a really low opinion of me.... Thanks
As I was saying, I went upstairs and got the Iphone. Just to use as a Ipod. And I played wicked-cool music, such as Mission Impossible, Real Gone (from Cars) a lot of NewsBoy's songs...Basically a bunch of cool, fast music. It was a lots of fun! Then we crashed from all the sugar we had eaten.....
All in all, it was fun.....
( Most OR ALL OF THE ABOVE CONTENT IS SOMEWHAT TRUE. NOT EVERYTHING WRITTEN HAPPENED. AH, POETIC LICENSE, I love you)

For Want of a Nail

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost

For want of a shoe, the horse was lost

For want of a horse, the rider was lost
For want of a rider, the message was lost
For want of the message, the battle was lost
For want of the battle, the war was lost
For want of the war, the kingdom was lost
And all for want of a nail.