Maybe we don't want to be found... - A Fine Frenzy

One time I found buttons on the inside of my shirt and thought I put it on inside out. But no, there are just buttons on the inside of my shirt. I call them my "back-up buttons." 

She has back-up buttons too.

A Dose of Irony

Orthoepy is the study of correct pronunciation.

It's like riding a bike!

Sometimes I think of things that will make great blog posts and then I forget. SAD DAY for everyone.

So these comments are not the ones I forgot and am now remembering. They are other thoughts. Just FYI.

You know how people say something is like riding a bike?
Usually this is referring to not forgetting how to ride it, right?
Well first off, I don't ride bikes much, but when I get on one I still feel confident and comfortable.
So today, when I say something is like riding a bike, I mean it in the sense that when you don't do that thing for awhile, you still feel confident and comfortable when you do pick it up again. Maybe it's the same thing.
That said, this, unfortunately does NOT occur for me when I

1) speak in front of people
2) confront spiders

Situation 1:
When I lived in Germany I had a lot of experience speaking in front of people. I had to relatively often at church, and I had to very often at school. We had oral presentations in a good chunk of my classes (TOK, German, English, are the ones that stand out), plus, I took Drama, so was in front of people, out of my comfort zone, a lot. And for the IB in English, part of our final exam was an oral commentary so we would practice that to death. Speaking became a pretty regular thing for me.
Now, in Utah, I don't have to speak in church too often, I sometimes have to give presentations in classes, but it is all far less often. Now, in Utah, whenever I have to speak/present again I get SO NERVOUS. It's ridiculous. It's not like riding a bike.

Situation 2:
Confronting spiders (or any creepy, crawly, nasty, better-off-dead creature). There was a summer when I stayed at home with my parents in our recently completed basement bedroom. Somehow, that room came with all kinds of bugs. It got to the point where I was killing at least one a day. They really like my company, I guess. But I killed them so often that I eventually skipped the screaming step and just grabbed whatever and smashed the critter. I moved to a third-floor apartment, where the presence of bugs was far less prevalent. Unfortunately, I recently confronted a spider and realized, I include the screaming stage again.

NOT like riding a bike.

More childhood...

I must add another tidbit to my childhood reminiscing post. I just recently rediscovered "Faerie Tale Theater." I used to watch it when I was little, and have memories of going to the library to get the videos. It is cheesy, full of famous people, jokes I didn't get as a kid, and awesome costumes.

New words!!

They are adding new words to the dictionary. Oh what fun.

Things I miss most about my childhood

1. This little gem.

I'm convinced that those kids on the box are my brother and I. And this precious candid moment was stolen to advertise the best toy ever. I'm ok with that.

2. Peter and Jane books

My brother and I played Indians too. That's probably us again, actually.

3. Making forts

This was not created by my brother or me. Ours were far better thanks to his architecture skills, though I didn't know what that meant at the time. At the time I just thought ours were better because he was cool.

4. Playing Dress-Up

This is REAL dress-up guys. None of that princess junk (well, I did that too, and I liked it...)

5. Polly Pocket

Not to brag, but I had a pretty impressive collection. Then they came out with the bigger Polly with the rubber clothes. I think I played with those until the 7th grade.

6. Playmobil

If you didn't get the impression that I played with my brother a lot, you...are probably hopeless when it comes to all things educational. Very well. I did. Seeing as he would rather eat slugs than play Polly Pockets, I spent a good deal of time playing with Playmobil and Legos. More Playmobil because they had princesses and stuff. And it's just cooler, and it's headquartered in Germany.
PS You see that house-looking bit? It has a trap door :)

PPS I really do think I look a lot like Jane.

The Latest of My Poetic Brilliance

Because I like to show off how extremely gifted I am with words, here is a poem I sent to my friend Dani:

Dear dani, nice fanny
but I shouldn't say that.
I meant to say, you have a nice hat.
That man over there, he is quite fat.
Unfortunately he just sat on a cat.
And it went ker-splat.
well first it meowed,
quite loud.
I apologize for my violence,
here, lets have a moment of silence.
...
...
...
well that's that.

dear dani,
the granny,
well, not yet.
I hope the length of this letter
won't make you upset.
Does my poem remind you
of my cleverness?

that part doesn't rhyme.
oh mime.

You're going to Jamaica.
Please bring me a salt shaka.
For when I like to bake-a
even down by the lake-a.
Because they have great lakes
in Wisconsin, in the United States.
Where I will be soon, for goodness sakes!
The thought makes ma knees quakes.

So in Jamaica, mahn,
please play in the sahnd,
and get it in your hahnd,
and throw it to my lahnd.
I zank you.

When you are in Jamaica,
I will thank ya,
because I hate ya.
And that is a lie.
Truth is, I'll cry.
In the blink of an eye.
Again, a lie.
Because the blink 
will leave my eyes dry.
And kiss the tears goodbye.
Justin Bieber can borrow that line,
if he'll pay me in apple pie.
Well before this poem gets too dry,
I will have to say goodbye.

Goodbye.