So today I heard the most horrible idea I think I’ve ever heard. Ever. My dad called us all outside and presented a “very bold” plan. Right away I thought “we’re moving.” And I was right. Mom and dad want us to sell our house, no, our HOME, our cats, leave our families and friends, and buy not a new house but an RV and travel all over America. Do they have any idea what that means? When I was seven and had moved four times- from my house to my grandparents house to another house to here- they promised we’d never move again. And that meant a lot, that meant this was home and it was always going to be home. And now they want us to put all our things in storage, and give our home to some strangers who’ll change everything and take OUR HOME, and sell our cats to someone else, separating them from each other and us. That hurts a lot, because I just got over my cat dying and we just got a new cat and now they want us to lose them too. And all my neighbors, all my best friends, all my family, leave my church… that’s everything. They want us to sell and give up our lives for a new one. I would have no problem with RVing over America for the summer and letting our cats stay with relatives if we could keep our house and come home for spring, fall and winter. But forever? No. No. no. And NO! Can not happen. Not going to happen. No.
Monthly Archives: May 2008
My grandmother picked me up on Sunday night to spend the night which I love doing. But the next day we had so much fun horseback riding and baking and baking cream of potato soup and playing with the cat and listening to the radio story on the Great Awakening (which was really really good and interesting) that my grandmother asked if I wanted to stay another night. So then we had a ton of fun brushing the horse and feeding him and gardening and playing the organ and piano. We found in her field these birds that make their nests on the ground. No offense birds, I like you, but it’s really really stupid to make a nest on the ground that gets mowed and walked on by a horse nearly every day. Even if there’s about two acres of just grass, Jellybean knows right where not to step. (Jellybean is the horse name because he used be the exact shape and color of a rootbeer jellybean. As well as being fat like one, though now he’s losing weight thank goodness.)
There was just one tiny flaw to this whole awesome visit: the morning of my first day, we found out the entire neighborhood’s private well had broken. Which meant no running water. Which meant no brushing your teeth, washing your hands, watering flowers, giving the horse a bath, flushing the toilet, doing dishes, or cooking with tap water. It went off and on the whole day and tomorrow they have to pull up the entire well, which means absolutley no water that whole day until it’s fixed.
But now I’m home, and I have to admit it’s kind of sad. It’s amazing to be able to be away from everyone with just you and your grandparents, having fun and doing things alone and jsut having special time together. Not to mention that her house is beautiful and on two acres of grass and trees and flowers, so that coming home to my little house and pulling up into my front yard of rocks and shrubs is kind of patheticly depressing. Now I have two sisters being loud and my mom and dad being… my mom and dad. I love them but not very fun here. But it’s good to be able to shower. ;) I also discovered that I’m actually never bored when I don’t have a computer. Two days of no computer and I didn’t miss it one bit, although you LRRHers know I love you guys. It’s just good to be without LRRH and know I can be happy without it for a while. It was a nice break.
Did I mention reading until one in the morning with your grandmother?
I was cleaning out my room the other day and guess what book I found? A journal entry saying something about how the kid at my church was going to get Brisingr when it came out. So I thought I’d re-read the Inheritance series. I also remembered Anilee reviewing the “trilogy” on her blog and thought I’d do the same.
OK this is going to be good. For two reasons. One, I hate that book and can’t wait to share my views on it with no guilt. Because I can say whatever here. Two, I’m sure I’ll get a thousand bashing comments and I can’t wait to see the Munson woman genes come out in me. (Inside joke… the women on my mom’s side of the family are very… spirited.) Here goes. *gleefully*
Now, I think I shall start at the beginning…. So I found under my bed beneath a old crust of something I probably don’t want to know about but was probably once a potato, and a roll of toilet paper, probably there since Mercy TPed my room, this book. It was missing most of its pages because I used to love this book, before I got all smart and bookish. ;) So I figured that even though I knew I hadn’t liked this book more recently I’d try to read it again. I did. So let me sum up my read:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *laughing breaks into gagging*
I have never called a book this before but it was… laughable.
First of all, allow me to start with the Inheritance names/LOTR name similarities that first of all jumped out at me, there are too many to list all of them. .
And then. *ahem*
The map on the book. Is it just me or is it pretty much exactly like the on in LoTR?
thirdly, elves dwarves and a wizard traveling with an unlikely “hero.” LoTR anyone?
The scary dark hooded people on scary dark mounts. Coincidence? no. mutant pterodactyls are a big part of LoTR too. And Tolkien was around before Paolini and wrote pterodactyls better and scarier.
And scenes. Complete scenes are IDENTICAL TO LOTR. Eragon and all fellow mythical beings meeting elf queen. The queens are the SAME from her crown to her toenails. (not poetic. I know.)
I could go on and on but I think I’ll just laugh instead.
Now my family has the Hope illness. Mercy had it bad and couldn’t sleep last night, but I’m just dizzy and get shivery every now and then. But I can still go to my great-grandparents house for my mom’s birthday party. Happy 35th, mom, even though you’re not reading this.
I just re-read Ella Enchanted, taking advantage of being sick. Man, I love that book. I need to get it in hardcover so I can put the cover on my new Book Cover’s Hall of Fame.
Mystery fact of the day: Most people don’t know that my sister Mercy and I have an auto-immune disorder. No, I’m not going to die or contract some weird sort of disease. It just means that my eyebrows have thinned out a lot, and Mercy’s too. Mercy also has hearing loss that we think is because the hair-ish stuff inside her ear is damaged. Mom thinks I might have hearing loss too but I know I don’t because I have an excellent sense of sound. I just choose to ignore some things that aren’t important. ;) but what makes it a mystery is that our disorder- alleopetia areata or something like that- is supposed to be inherited. But we’ve checked and no one on my dad’s side of the family, or on either side of my mom’s family, has had it. So apparently we’ve inherited something from no one. And don’t tell me I’m adopted. Mercy’s inherited migraines and I have too, but we know on my mom’s side women are prone to migraines. Only Hope is adopted, I can assure you.
So that’s weird.
I really hope you’re not mistaking me for a HSM fan. I hate it more then I had vacuuming.
YES. Summer vacation starts today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we celebrated by cleaning. *rolls eyes*
Well, we’re only entirely school free for ten days. Then we get Sundays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays off. (Obviously for the Sunday and Saturday.) then we do half-days on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. But still, that’s the best summer vacation we’ve ever been given. On half-days I’ll just do my scales, a bit of math, some grammar review, and spanish. But there’s a lot more fun to be had. Over the summer we’ll have a girls’ quilting class my mom is starting, a day at the public pool each week, art class, and countless days of swimming… swimming… swimming! And I hope I’ll get to finish my first draft of my novel.
I forgot to add that Hope had drunk a non-alchoholic strawberry margarita before she got sick. We’re still washing Margaritaville off the floor. Charming.
Gah. It’s 106 degrees outside. And it’s going to get a lot hotter. When my mom was still pregnant with me it got to 123 outside. They couldn’t send out airplanes because they hadn’t been tested to go into the air above 120 degrees. I really hope it doesn’t get that bad this year, but it probably will. Got to 122 last year. But even if it does it can’t ruin my summer. I’m still daydreaming about the nights we’ll spend outside playing baseball and cards until ten thirty.
It’s going ot be awesome.
I’m ridiculously pleased now. Thanks to Fantasy I found a template I love. And it gives the word “random’ new meaning. What’s more random then a kaleidescope? It is a smashed assortment of random colors. Thanks Fantasy! I just have to put up all your random MOLDY blogger’s links up again.
Well, now that I’m satisfied completely I can get to the good stuff. Hope is sick and puking. And for lunch she decided to have a chunky-peanut-butter-grape-jelly-provolone-and-turkey sandwich with mustard. She ate a whole bite.
I have decided to be the odd Narnia fan out and not go see the Prince Caspian movie. I may someday- like, when DVDs are old-fashioned- but for now I dont’ think I’d be able to bear it if it wasn’t right.
So that is my very short post for the day. I was just happy *insert mrgreen smiley here*