Chris gave me this idea...^-^
I lived in a trailer in the trailer park the first few years of my life
I've lived in my house for about 11 years.
I've lived in my Ward all my natural life.
I could of been named Rosemary, Shantelle, Danielle or Devin.
When I was little I liked to play with tape.
I was excited to have a baby sister, not jealous.
I had the same teacher for Kindergarten and Forth Grade (Mrs. Tingey), and for First and Third Grade (Mrs. Morgan)
My actual nickname is Rainy
My middle name is Ilean after my great grandmother
I've never moved out of Orem
I've had a nail biting problem for who knows how long. It's stopped due to braces.
I'm deathly afraid of heights
At 5, I stepped on an artificial Christmas tree branch dissembled and the pointy part sticking up.
My hair naturally curls
I got glasses in 3rd grade a day after my dad got Lasik.
I wanted to name my baby brother
I used to hate Rice-A-Roni
I put lemon juice and lemon pepper on just about everything
I have partly flat feet.
My spine is slowly curving so chiropractor appointments are regular
I used to own over 50 Zebra finches
I ran outta stuff ^-^
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Pickles!
Hey, here's one I've got about pickles. (sorry about yesterday Carmen):
So I was like, 2 years old and my uncle came over to our apartment. (This is when Ryan was just born.) Anyway, we were having dinner and my uncle (Corey) wanted me to try a pickle. He told me it was a cucumber or something like that and so I put it in my mouth. Well, as much as I could get INTO my mouth. Almost immediately I spat it out. After about 5 seconds I put it back in. And spat it back out. And put it back in. And so forth. Corey thought it was hilarious. He's only about 10 or 11 years older than me, so he was about our age right now.
So that's my pickle story.
So I was like, 2 years old and my uncle came over to our apartment. (This is when Ryan was just born.) Anyway, we were having dinner and my uncle (Corey) wanted me to try a pickle. He told me it was a cucumber or something like that and so I put it in my mouth. Well, as much as I could get INTO my mouth. Almost immediately I spat it out. After about 5 seconds I put it back in. And spat it back out. And put it back in. And so forth. Corey thought it was hilarious. He's only about 10 or 11 years older than me, so he was about our age right now.
So that's my pickle story.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Pickle Juice
I have had many bad memories of pickles:
- When I was six of seven, my grandmother brought over this pickle and told me it was a cucumber. I, loving cucumbers, took a huge bite. IT WAS GROSS!!! I spat it out all over my grandma......serves her right.
- My mom, neighbors, and everyone else in exsistence when i was about ten LOVED pickles. They would always have to be in their own "juice" in those giant jars. I always thought they looked sort of like those giant worms you find in laberatories. It was scary.
- NEW EDITION: Today, on my way home, I put on my hood. Suddenly, I felt a really cold squishy thing touching my neck. I reached back **shudder** and pulled out a soggy pickle that someone put down there during lunch.
ITS ALL CHRIS"S FAULT!!!!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Some interesting facts about moi!
We had a golly dolly too. Except I called it "Baby Gum."
I've been extremely dehydrated to the point of going to the hospital, twice.
The Cat in the Hat is my Idol.
I called everything "geegee" for like, 2 years or something. I think it came from "blanky."
I was a cute baby too. So cute, in fact, it could never last. Just ask the food that's probably still stuck in my hair.
When I was in first grade, I would always run home as fast as my little legs could carry me so I could watch Barney.
I like to sing.
I've been in Spanish since I was 6 years old.
I learned how to read in preschool. From my Aunt Joyce, who's a school teacher.
I took two years of preschool.
Somehow I can memorize like, half a script hearing it the first time, especially if it's to music and not required for school. Often after hearing songs, I can sing most of them the next time.
Tell me if you think of any that I haven't.
I've been extremely dehydrated to the point of going to the hospital, twice.
The Cat in the Hat is my Idol.
I called everything "geegee" for like, 2 years or something. I think it came from "blanky."
I was a cute baby too. So cute, in fact, it could never last. Just ask the food that's probably still stuck in my hair.
When I was in first grade, I would always run home as fast as my little legs could carry me so I could watch Barney.
I like to sing.
I've been in Spanish since I was 6 years old.
I learned how to read in preschool. From my Aunt Joyce, who's a school teacher.
I took two years of preschool.
Somehow I can memorize like, half a script hearing it the first time, especially if it's to music and not required for school. Often after hearing songs, I can sing most of them the next time.
Tell me if you think of any that I haven't.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Cheap Shots
Hey guys!!! New Facts that will end their way into my future stories:
When I was about 5 years old, I did some strange things.
When I was about 5 years old, I did some strange things.
- I had this doll we called golly dolly because I would hold it, sucking my thumb, and wishper gollygollygollygollygolly over and over and over again.
- I sucked my thumb until I was about eight..
AND...
- I liked to twist my hair around so tightly around my finger, my dad usually had to cut it off. (the hair of course) Because of this, i had a really big bald spot on the back of my head for a while...
Monday, September 22, 2008
Stories about me! :)
Stories about me, Readhead. Enjoy!
-When I was in my mom's tummy, the ultrasound couldn't tell what gender I was- I had my legs crossed.
-When I was little, I was a cute baby. On my first birthday, I cried when my ice cream was gone.
-And whenever I watched Madeline, I would put socks on my hands.
-I almost fell out a window once.
-When I was little, I would carry these three pooh bears (I admit it, I was obsessed with pooh bear) around with me wherever I went. Dad accidentally locked them in the aforementioned CD case, and it made me sad.
-I used to call Brian 'Bian'. Peanut was Meena, and This old man was Eyoman. And whenever the blinds would get lopsided, I would call them binky because I didn't know what else to call them.
I have other embarrassing (and gross) stories too, but I choose not to share them today.
-When I was in my mom's tummy, the ultrasound couldn't tell what gender I was- I had my legs crossed.
-When I was little, I was a cute baby. On my first birthday, I cried when my ice cream was gone.
-When I was a baby, I would throw CDs around- take them out of their CD cases and throw them around the room. My parents have incriminating pictures. This got to be a problem, so my dad had to build a special cabinet to house the CDs, one that was baby-proofed.
-I used to call my family members by Winnie the Pooh bear names- Mom was rabbit, I was piglet, Dad was Pooh, Brian was Eeyore, etc.-And whenever I watched Madeline, I would put socks on my hands.
-I almost fell out a window once.
-When I was little, I would carry these three pooh bears (I admit it, I was obsessed with pooh bear) around with me wherever I went. Dad accidentally locked them in the aforementioned CD case, and it made me sad.
-I used to call Brian 'Bian'. Peanut was Meena, and This old man was Eyoman. And whenever the blinds would get lopsided, I would call them binky because I didn't know what else to call them.
I have other embarrassing (and gross) stories too, but I choose not to share them today.
Teh Savers Trip of Definate Nightmares
Kay you guys remember the day of the surprise party? After that I hung out with Suze and my friend Kristy from grade school. We hung out at my house for a while and kinda talked. We had some snack sticks and Suze kept going nuts and saying "Snaaaaaaaack stiiiiiiicks!" But still that's NOT the best part!
We went to Savers.
And mind you this is at least a month before Halloween and the ways stores are ya know is 'WOW HALLOWEEN IS COMING UP SELLING TIIIIME!' so we went there initially to buy things for my Halloween costume. I doubut any of you know Kristy but she has a funny and sadistic sense of humor. She also likes the manga/anime Deathnote which is almost a giveaway in itself. She found one of those knives that 'bleeds' which is really greusome when you look at it. She kept chasing me around the store with it pointed in this weird way. I go walk over to ask my mom something and she POINTS THAT THING AT ME! It was pretty funny.
And guess what? Suze saw the bleeding knife in Ms. Moe's class today...it's coming for us...
We went to Savers.
And mind you this is at least a month before Halloween and the ways stores are ya know is 'WOW HALLOWEEN IS COMING UP SELLING TIIIIME!' so we went there initially to buy things for my Halloween costume. I doubut any of you know Kristy but she has a funny and sadistic sense of humor. She also likes the manga/anime Deathnote which is almost a giveaway in itself. She found one of those knives that 'bleeds' which is really greusome when you look at it. She kept chasing me around the store with it pointed in this weird way. I go walk over to ask my mom something and she POINTS THAT THING AT ME! It was pretty funny.
And guess what? Suze saw the bleeding knife in Ms. Moe's class today...it's coming for us...
Toothpaste and Desatin
Here's a couple about me when I was little: (These are approximate times, guys. I was probably about 3)
1. Here's another one about diaper ointment. (no, my parents didn't eat it.:) I am the first born of my parents you knew that. So anyway, soon after I was taken out of my crib to make way for Ryan, my parents were in another room. They were marveling at how quiet I was being in my room, so my dad came to check on me and, low and behold, I was COVERED from head to toe in Desatin. It makes a good ghost costume, but sure doesn't come out easy. It stinks, too! ( I don't remember this, by the way.) Took my parents a few baths to get it all out.
2. Not long after this, I found a tube of toothpaste in our bathroom. You know toothpaste, how it gets all foamy. Anyway, I ended up squeezing the whole tube out onto the back of the couch. My mom and dad freaked, and had to wait until the stuff dried so they could scrape it off. If they tried to scrub, it would get foamy and harder to get off. Yup, I was a little terrorist kid.
1. Here's another one about diaper ointment. (no, my parents didn't eat it.:) I am the first born of my parents you knew that. So anyway, soon after I was taken out of my crib to make way for Ryan, my parents were in another room. They were marveling at how quiet I was being in my room, so my dad came to check on me and, low and behold, I was COVERED from head to toe in Desatin. It makes a good ghost costume, but sure doesn't come out easy. It stinks, too! ( I don't remember this, by the way.) Took my parents a few baths to get it all out.
2. Not long after this, I found a tube of toothpaste in our bathroom. You know toothpaste, how it gets all foamy. Anyway, I ended up squeezing the whole tube out onto the back of the couch. My mom and dad freaked, and had to wait until the stuff dried so they could scrape it off. If they tried to scrub, it would get foamy and harder to get off. Yup, I was a little terrorist kid.
Hey everyone!!! (the first story)
**Hey guys!! this is a great idea to get o9ut our wierdness. so this is the first story about me, caramel. I hope you like it!!!!**
I was a decent child, smart for my age, i never slept in my parents bed, spilt my sippy cup (maybe once or twice), or chewed on my daddy's tie. I was the same as I grew up, and an exceptionally excellent cook, so good in fact, that i could actually BURN water. Yup, amazing. One excellent morning, I decided I was giong to make my family toast. I had already eaten, unfortunatly, and so I only made a couple pieces. Well, you see, my mother used to boil her butter to get out all the extra carbs, and she stored this in plastic containers. She also, by the way, made her own diaper ointment, but more into that later. She also stored this in plastic contaners. Well, in my search for butter, I came upon a plastic container on the stove. I had found the butter!!! So, I buttered that beautifully black toast till it turned white. I put that buttered toast on a wonderfull silken green napkin I had found in my parent's sock drawer, and set that on a pristine silver platter. Carefull to only get a minimum amount on the silken napkin, I took that delectible treat to my family. They took that bread and they shoved it down their throats like they couldn't get enough (well my two year old sister, karen, did at least). What a disgusting show of manners, I thought, but smiled, as any three year old could do. Well, after that, my family had severe morning sickness. I was confuddled, of course not imagining that my toast was the problem. I had found out, however, to my utter disbelief, that that plastic container was indeed, as you have probably guessed, full of the diaper ointment.
**talk about a tradgedy for me huh?**
I was a decent child, smart for my age, i never slept in my parents bed, spilt my sippy cup (maybe once or twice), or chewed on my daddy's tie. I was the same as I grew up, and an exceptionally excellent cook, so good in fact, that i could actually BURN water. Yup, amazing. One excellent morning, I decided I was giong to make my family toast. I had already eaten, unfortunatly, and so I only made a couple pieces. Well, you see, my mother used to boil her butter to get out all the extra carbs, and she stored this in plastic containers. She also, by the way, made her own diaper ointment, but more into that later. She also stored this in plastic contaners. Well, in my search for butter, I came upon a plastic container on the stove. I had found the butter!!! So, I buttered that beautifully black toast till it turned white. I put that buttered toast on a wonderfull silken green napkin I had found in my parent's sock drawer, and set that on a pristine silver platter. Carefull to only get a minimum amount on the silken napkin, I took that delectible treat to my family. They took that bread and they shoved it down their throats like they couldn't get enough (well my two year old sister, karen, did at least). What a disgusting show of manners, I thought, but smiled, as any three year old could do. Well, after that, my family had severe morning sickness. I was confuddled, of course not imagining that my toast was the problem. I had found out, however, to my utter disbelief, that that plastic container was indeed, as you have probably guessed, full of the diaper ointment.
**talk about a tradgedy for me huh?**
Sunday, September 21, 2008
a new blog!
Hey guys,
I've come up with the idea that we should put some crazy stories about ourselves on here. Like the time that we chased each other all lunch time for each other's jackets. Or the time when Sarah jinxed me last year and didn't un-jinx me til the last period and I actually did it.
I'll send out permissions later.
I've come up with the idea that we should put some crazy stories about ourselves on here. Like the time that we chased each other all lunch time for each other's jackets. Or the time when Sarah jinxed me last year and didn't un-jinx me til the last period and I actually did it.
I'll send out permissions later.
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