My Weekend

It was a fantastic one.

Starting on Friday:

Got home and started frantically packing because I had a sleepover birthday party.  I say frantically because my mom (incorrectly) told me that it was to be at 5 o'clock (it was really 5:30), and it was now 4:45. 

Mrs. W, I'm going to use some of your pseudonyms, if it's okay.  Too late.

It was Bree's birthday and Fiona, Genevieve, and Felicity were there.

Before dinner, we went on kind of a scavenger hunt.  We split up into two teams; on my team was Fiona and Felictity, and Bree had her brother and Genevieve.

Each team had one side of the block.  We knocked on people's doors and politely asked if they would like to donate food to Operation Food Search.  Whichever team collected the most won, but then it was more than that; my team didn't win, but when you do something to help others your heart swells up and you get this lump in your throat that says, "this is right."

For dinner we had cheese fondue with bread, vegetables, crackers and cheese to dip into the cheese.  Afterwards there was chocolate cheesecake with strawberries on top. 

After dinner, Zelda and Travis made us go up to the third floor while they hid candy on the 1st and 2nd floors.  Then, we had to find it in the dark; although the let us have flashlights.  It was so fun! 

Saturday:

Went home from the sleepover.

There is a farmer's market in Grove Valley Park every Saturday, and my uncle sells strawberries from his farm there.  So my cousins were at our house.  It was fun, but they kinda made me tired.

For Girl Scouts we had archery in Timber Park and then afterwards we dropped out cat quilts that we made at the APA.  We had a look around.  It was so sad.  I cried.

Sunday:

Went to church. 

Had people over for dinner.

Slept in my new bed.

Monday:

Kept thinking it was Tuesday.  Don't know why. 

Went to school.

Came home. 

Did homework.

Blogged quite extensively.

Esther is Cute!

She said, "Oh, am I cute?"  Then I took a picture and she said, "Oh, can I see it?  Oh, so cute!  I'm riding a bike!"

I just can't get enough.

Easter (continued from yesterday's post)

I just love grandma's house.  In the middle of nowhere, though not far from the nearest town with a gas station.  Perfect.

It actually gets dark.  Quiet.

And it's beautiful.  I just love giong outside.  You think you're alone.  Then you take a listen.  You're not.  I hear the sound of a white-throated sparrow call resound through the timber.  I will never tire of that sound.

The trees all look like they're dead.  But they're not.  One morning you'll wake up, and it's like God just nudged them and whispered, "Okay, it's time to wake up guys."  So pretty.

It doesn't really fit into the whole nature tree-hugger theme here.  I wish it was a horse, but I just love to ride the four-wheelers.  It's so fun.  My uncle cut paths all around in the tall grass in his yard.  I just love to zip through and listen to the dog panting behind me.

Park

Well.... Esther would say, "parkswhinsliiiiiide," (parkswingslidealltogetherreallyfastlikeit'soneword).

Anyhoot, we went to the park (swingslide).

This is the bike rack, but really?  Two suns?

They have a lilac too!

(that red thing is a pole on a trellace ;^) )

And the tulips were so pretty!!!

I think I am going to make one of the tulips my new screensaver or something.  So pretty!

You Can Tell it's Spring When.....

You get April Showers-ed

You go on walks

We get the walking sticks out

Our neighbor puts her moth balls out to 'keep the squirrels away.'

Things turn pink

Our lilac blooms!

More Lincoln Logs?!

Ah, yes.  I think I am in love with them.

And this means I get to write in a country accent again!!!

A veew fr'm th' front

Polly saes hi

Th' privy    

Polly on th' pot

An' fr'm th' top (no, Polly didn' jump off th' top, she perf'ctly fine).

I like to build things.  With Lincoln logs.

Oh, on the subject of Lincoln logs, even though this has absolutely nothing to do with that, I heard a white-throated sparrow several times today.  In the summer, they go to Canada because it is too hot here.  The mnemonic to remember how they sound is "Oh, sweet Canada Canada Canada."  They sing just before they are about to take off to oh sweet Canada, home.  I heard one when I woke up, one at recess, and one when I got home.  It was so exciting.  Now the next step, to see one.  Hmm...  a bit more difficult.  On the bright side, this means it really is spring and not still winter!

Lincoln Logs

Entrance to the privy hallwae th'engy (I mayked a hallwae th'engy so et woul'ent be so col' en th' Wintur)

From above (red ruffed es th' privy)

Dang it, tha' woul' be th' finest durn privy you all'd evah lay yer eyes upo'.  Them woul' be some high an' lucky 'hind quarters.  Shoo doggie!

An' th' door.  Nuthun too fancy schmancy, but yer know.  Migh' be a li'l' bit drafty in th' Wintur munths, but, hey!

Actu'lly, I furget to take a picshur of th' door, but heres et frem beheind.

Et even has cartput!  Liyk m' ayxent?