The Awesome Day of Tubing and Sailing

I had just had a great day . . . a really great day. I woke up to find people had updated on rps, which is always a good way to start the morning, lol . . . then Tiffany got on, and said she and Jessica were coming up (Jamie was sick and couldn't come, sad )-:). So they showed up at like 9:30 in the morning (after about a half an hour of roleplaying . . . Mr. Black is finally DEAD).

We made ice cream first, which had WAAYYY too many chocolate chips in it, but it was good . . . even though Mom was pissed we didn't leave her any, even though Dad was the one who told us we could have seconds . . .

Then we went tubing. We did various combinations on two tubes between Jessica, Tiffany, Tory and I . . . Tory and I do not ride well together. One of the tubes was evil. I lost my pants twice . . . the first time I felt them slipping (my body was OFF the tube; I was just hanging), and so I let go, and as I fell they slid all the way to my knees, and the second time Tiffany fell off when we were riding and scraped them down on one side with her body as she slid off. So I am Moony . . . with a new meaning . . . LOL!

Since the two tubes kept hitting each other, we always yelled "BOTHER!!!" when they did, and I sang songs, of course ^_^

Then we swam for a bit, and were sore, and Tiffany kept hurting her leg . . . she has SO many bruises PLUS her screwed-up ankle, PLUS she hit her leg on the raft (and the humidifier on Saturday night . . . that was kind of . . . er . . . my doing . . . I BLAME BELLATRIX!!!). I have bruises all over my legs, and the same muscles are still sore.

Then we went on the catamaran. We all nearly drowned riding on the runners because we went so fast. Then I stood up and surfed on one, on the side, where you're supposed to . . . and then we went too fast and went under and I FELL OFF!!! So I had to SWIM BACK to the boat, as it sailed away really fast.

Then the rudder broke . . . we only had half a rudder. It was rather funny, but it was hard to sail back.

Ahh, I have to type this fast because Mom and Tory want on . . . but that was an awesome day. I don't want to go to school tomorrow.

The Awesome Day of Tubing and Sailing

I had just had a great day . . . a really great day. I woke up to find people had updated on rps, which is always a good way to start the morning, lol . . . then Tiffany got on, and said she and Jessica were coming up (Jamie was sick and couldn't come, sad )-:). So they showed up at like 9:30 in the morning (after about a half an hour of roleplaying . . . Mr. Black is finally DEAD).

We made ice cream first, which had WAAYYY too many chocolate chips in it, but it was good . . . even though Mom was pissed we didn't leave her any, even though Dad was the one who told us we could have seconds . . .

Then we went tubing. We did various combinations on two tubes between Jessica, Tiffany, Tory and I . . . Tory and I do not ride well together. One of the tubes was evil. I lost my pants twice . . . the first time I felt them slipping (my body was OFF the tube; I was just hanging), and so I let go, and as I fell they slid all the way to my knees, and the second time Tiffany fell off when we were riding and scraped them down on one side with her body as she slid off. So I am Moony . . . with a new meaning . . . LOL!

Since the two tubes kept hitting each other, we always yelled "BOTHER!!!" when they did, and I sang songs, of course ^_^

Then we swam for a bit, and were sore, and Tiffany kept hurting her leg . . . she has SO many bruises PLUS her screwed-up ankle, PLUS she hit her leg on the raft (and the humidifier on Saturday night . . . that was kind of . . . er . . . my doing . . . I BLAME BELLATRIX!!!). I have bruises all over my legs, and the same muscles are still sore.

Then we went on the catamaran. We all nearly drowned riding on the runners because we went so fast. Then I stood up and surfed on one, on the side, where you're supposed to . . . and then we went too fast and went under and I FELL OFF!!! So I had to SWIM BACK to the boat, as it sailed away really fast.

Then the rudder broke . . . we only had half a rudder. It was rather funny, but it was hard to sail back.

Ahh, I have to type this fast because Mom and Tory want on . . . but that was an awesome day. I don't want to go to school tomorrow.

Tornado Dreams

There was just a tornado siren and I'm freaked out . . . because I just had a freaky dream about tornadoes last night. It's been a while since I had one (WHY can't I stick to the nice SHRIEKING SHACK dreams???).

Mom, Neil, and I went to pick up Tory from gymnastics-- she used to go to Kirsten's Kidnastics where her Tae Kwon Do is now, and for some reason it was still gymnastics in the dream and not Tae Kwon Do-- and we went inside and chatted for a while. Then Mom said it was time to go home, but there was a tornado siren and there was an actual tornado cloud (of course) ABOVE our freaking car (and this time it was big enough to swallow it, not be able to have my hands put around it, like most of my tornadoes in my dreams), right ready to touch down. I was like, "Um, Mom, there's a tornado right there, ready to touch down!" but she was like, "Oh, no, we'll make it home in time . . . and we'll just go into our basement there," but I grabbed her and dragged her down into the basement-- which doesn't exist, apparently, in that building-- but I stopped to use the bathroom first (yeah, of course, me; I use the bathroom a lot in my dreams and then I'm not satisfied and so I wake up and realize I need to use the actual bathroom) which was tucked back in a little corner, and then we dove down under some blankets under some windows in a corner, avoiding the windows as the lights flickered and the sirens roared and the wind blew.

The gymnastics class went on upstairs.

Then we finally emerged when it was all over, and Mom was like, "Wow, it's a good thing that Amy had that idea that we go into the basement; there were people driving on the road that we would have taken and seven of them died.

I was like, "Of course; I am the genius."

Well, nothing is popping up on the weather channel. It's talking about pollen count. WTF??? I guess I'll just sit back and die then.

Woo . . . still enjoying my day. Of course, Mom had to kill it and be like, "You didn't give me any ice cream, merp merp merp . . . and I washed all the dishes, and I'm glad YOU had a bad day but I had a bad one and I'm all pissy, merp merp merp!" (only with less of the merp-ing). Why can I never be happy? There always has to be somebody to come around and ruin it by being mad.

I'm still happy, though. Ha! Take that!

Tornado Dreams

There was just a tornado siren and I'm freaked out . . . because I just had a freaky dream about tornadoes last night. It's been a while since I had one (WHY can't I stick to the nice SHRIEKING SHACK dreams???).

Mom, Neil, and I went to pick up Tory from gymnastics-- she used to go to Kirsten's Kidnastics where her Tae Kwon Do is now, and for some reason it was still gymnastics in the dream and not Tae Kwon Do-- and we went inside and chatted for a while. Then Mom said it was time to go home, but there was a tornado siren and there was an actual tornado cloud (of course) ABOVE our freaking car (and this time it was big enough to swallow it, not be able to have my hands put around it, like most of my tornadoes in my dreams), right ready to touch down. I was like, "Um, Mom, there's a tornado right there, ready to touch down!" but she was like, "Oh, no, we'll make it home in time . . . and we'll just go into our basement there," but I grabbed her and dragged her down into the basement-- which doesn't exist, apparently, in that building-- but I stopped to use the bathroom first (yeah, of course, me; I use the bathroom a lot in my dreams and then I'm not satisfied and so I wake up and realize I need to use the actual bathroom) which was tucked back in a little corner, and then we dove down under some blankets under some windows in a corner, avoiding the windows as the lights flickered and the sirens roared and the wind blew.

The gymnastics class went on upstairs.

Then we finally emerged when it was all over, and Mom was like, "Wow, it's a good thing that Amy had that idea that we go into the basement; there were people driving on the road that we would have taken and seven of them died.

I was like, "Of course; I am the genius."

Well, nothing is popping up on the weather channel. It's talking about pollen count. WTF??? I guess I'll just sit back and die then.

Woo . . . still enjoying my day. Of course, Mom had to kill it and be like, "You didn't give me any ice cream, merp merp merp . . . and I washed all the dishes, and I'm glad YOU had a bad day but I had a bad one and I'm all pissy, merp merp merp!" (only with less of the merp-ing). Why can I never be happy? There always has to be somebody to come around and ruin it by being mad.

I'm still happy, though. Ha! Take that!