Hair

To set up this story, I need to give you two pieces of background information.  One: on Friday, the whole family has movie night.  The kids usually get to pick the movie and they get to have candy and eat dinner while they eat the movie.  It's their prize for being good during the week.  Two: Destiny likes to do what she wants.  One time she didn't like the pants her mom had dressed her in for daycare so she wet herself on purpose so she could wear the extra pair she had there.  

Awhile ago, Mom and I took Destiny and got her hair cut without Heather's permission.  It looked like this.

She loved that she could brush it.  Having long, tangled, curly, half-black hair is frustrating for a little girl.  Lately (actually, for a few months) she's been begging her mom to get it cut again.  Heather was not having it.  She likes Destiny with long hair.  So, last night, Destiny started cutting it short herself. My younger sister (that has a cosmetology liscense) finished it up for her and now she has short hair again.  I was talking to Destiny on the phone today and she told me her punishment was that she could not have Friday movie night.  I asked her if she thought it was worth it and she told me to hold on.  I could hear her yelling, "What's worth it mean?"  Someone in the background explained and she came back to the phone and told me, with zero hesitation, "It was worth it."  If this girl doesn't have gumption, I don't know who does.

Musicals

I've been going to a lot of theater lately, but this, is genius. 

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Destiny

(note: Caroline, before this post is over, I swear I'll tell you about Swimmy.)

This is my niece, Destiny.

She's really cute, no doubt about that. She's five now, going on thirty. I swear, this girl is too smart for her own good. When my sister and the kids moved in, she was very upset and said that this wasn't her own house or her own walls. she was mad. Additionally, when my sister broke off her engagement she was mad because it meant she wouldn't have a new daddy-figure in her life. Naturally, she made up a song that said "I'm daddy-less, but I'm fabulous." The poor kid. While I was home, she asked me what my job was. I told her I didn't have one and she literally yelled at me, "Ginger! You are twenty! Get a job!" What kind of five-year-old does that? Her latest escapade has to do with the sad loss of one of my sister's babies. Ferb was just too little and he couldn't make it. Naturally, you can't just tell a kid that it's future little brother/sister has died. Destiny has a pretty good grasp on Heaven, so they told her that Ferb decided he wasn't ready to be born and went back to live with Jesus. She accepted that answer for about a week before she asked her mother where Ferb was. Heather told her that Ferb was in Heaven with Jesus. She said, and I quote, "No mom. His spirit is in Heaven. Where is his tiny, baby, body?" Heather didn't want to answer the question, so she sent Destiny to my mom. My mom tried to explain as best as possible that his body was just absorbed back into his mommy's body (which is a lie, but you can't tell a kid that a dead baby is just still in there). She was mad when she went back to my sister. "Mom! Is what Gamma said true? Why didn't you just tell me that." Something is seriously wrong with a kid who thinks that way. I love her. I'll try to post more things she says within posts on other topics.

As for Swimmy. The reason the book is so controversial and sometimes banned is because of the fear of the communist hoard (because the fish are red). What in the world? Yeah, it's crap. Congrats to Sean who guessed mostly correct (even though his guess didn't have much to do with the actual things said in the book, but the release date). So, what treat would you like Sean?

Drugged

On Monday morning the sixth of July (I know it was that day because Heather was supposed to go to the doctor on the seventh and I was going to take her, but then she went that day and I didn't. Anyway, back to the point.) I was drugged.

I had been sick when I went to bed the night before and woke up even more sick. My throat felt swollen enough to cut off my air (yeah, I'm also dramatic when I'm sick), I could barely breathe through my nose, and I thought I might throw up (lovely). My mom had called me from work to check on me and I told her that I felt like garbage. She sent my twelve year old brother in with some meds for me. I didn't take them immediately because of how bad my throat hurt; I just left them on the shelf beside my bed for when I woke up. When I finally did get up at ten I took the pills he'd left for me and ate some cereal. I had been awake for almost and hour when I decided I was just too exhausted and went to get back in the bed. I fell asleep quickly and didn't wake back up until almost five o'clock. When mom got home from work I decided to ask her what she'd sent the boy in with (thinking it was some sort of allergy meds that had knocked me out) and she didn't know. He kindly told me that it was a couple of "motrin sickness" pills. We searched the medicine basket until we found the bottle he'd used. They weren't "motrin sickness" but "motion sickness" and I'd had a double dose. No wonder I'd gotten so much sleep. Yes, I was drugged by my own brother. At least he had good intentions.

Phineas and Ferb

Phineas and Ferb is a cartoon show. I've seen part of an episode and I'm not even sure what network it's on. I do know that the title characters are two pretty smart brothers that annoy their sister. This is a picture of them.

Kind of ugly little fellows, yes? Well, as any of you that are friends with me on facebook may have seen, my sister is pregnant. She's having twins and is only ten weeks along. Therefore, we have no idea the gender of the babies yet and can't name them. She's tossing some name ideas around including Noah and Noel (my Mom wants to call them NoNo), Sarah and Cody (no joke), Isaiah and Isabella (I like this one), and Maya and Kaya (I'm so not for the cute rhyming thing). Until we know what they are, though, we can't get too serious about names. The whole point of my rant is that we are now calling them Phineas and Ferb. Gabe kisses Heather's tummy and talks to them and calls them Phineas and Ferb. It's kind of hilarious. Here's what the babies really look like right now.

I think the one on the left is Phineas (aka Baby A, aka the bigger one) and the one on the right is Ferb (aka Baby B, aka the smaller one). Phineas is apparently trying to suck the life out of Ferb. He will have to stop. They are about the size of gummi bears right now and have little nubbins like gummi bears to boot. Don't look up close-up or better pictures of what babies look like at this age. It's gross. They look like aliens.