Currently Listening Black and Blue By Backstreet Boys see related

Last night my growth group lasted three hours.  That is definitely a record for me, but it was very needed.  Even though I stayed up way past my bedtime(11pm) because of it, I felt so much better after we all talked. 

Lately, I have been wondering when my life will start to feel like it is actually my life.  Sometimes it seems as if everything is pretend, like my life hasn't even started yet or like I'm living someone else's life.  This may sound very bizarre, but that's just how I feel.  I think that I'm missing home again, which is strange because I was there for the past two weekends.  It's hard when you have the two most adorable nieces, and they are far away having fun, while you are at school trying to learn.  Today was somewhat better though because I talked to both of my sisters and my mom and one of my nieces.  Rachel was so funny on the phone.  "Helloooo, JoJo....(some stuff that I couldn't understand)....i want to go swimming...bye, bye, JoJo."  She is too cute.

Things are falling into place for my New York trip.  Today, I ordered the plane tickets and reserved a hotel room.  I am getting very excited to see NYC for the first time, to go to some shows, and most importantly, to spend some much needed time with Shlee.  I miss her so much, and I can't believe that by this time next year she will be married.  Growing up is hard to do, at least for me.

I just want it to be the weekend...thankfully, it is almost here.  All I feel like doing is watching movies and sleeping...that would be nice.

Currently Watching Newsies (Collector's Edition) see related

It seemed just like any other Friday afternoon.  The sun was shining; the birds were singing; it was a typical spring day.  At least, that's what we thought.  Ashlyn was spending the night as usual because that's what best friends did every Friday night in the fifth grade.  After riding the bus to my house, we decided to walk over to Danielle's house.  Danielle was having Erika over, and since the four of us had a special bond, we would all get together until our mothers told us that it was too dark to be outside anymore.

As Ashlyn and I walked the two blocks to Danielle's, a big white pick-up truck drove by.  We carefully waited for it to pass before crossing the street by the Catholic church.  Ashlyn was telling me about the great CDs that she had just purchased, and I was laughing at her for loving a song called "mmm Bop."  (Who would have thought it would be a hit?)  Soon we had reached Danielle's house, but her mom told us she and Erika hadn't come back from school yet since they had decided to walk.  So Ashlyn and I went to the backyard, and I got on the swing.  While I was swinging, Ashlyn showed me her new gymnastics routine, which I loved and applauded loudly for when she finished.  We continued to wait for our friends.  But they weren't showing up.  Where could they be?  Thinking about it now, we should have been worried, but as a fifth-grader, I didn't know what worrying was.  But where were they?

Currently Watching If a Man Answers see related

Hmmm...I think I'm slightly braindead if that is possible.  I feel like I am about to fall over...my body is starting to tip.  This is not a good sign.  I don't really know what's wrong with me, but there's something wrong.  Definitely wrong. 

Random thought of the day:  I think I'm getting less and less random.  Or at least I am getting worse at remembering my randomness.  Anyway, this is really yesterday's random thought or question, which I wrote down last night during my meeting with my leadership group: Do I need to have passion in order to find courage or should I have the courage to find my passion?  Which one do you think comes first?  Especially since it seems like one is needed to find the other.  Oh, boy, am I confused. 

Here's a quote for you to think about from Pretense written by the famous Lori Wick:

Can you believe it, Jack?  All five of our kids are married, and two to each other.

Bizarre I know.

Currently Watching Elf (Infinifilm Edition) By Edward Asner, Will Ferrell, Bob Newhart see related

Hello, friends we're back (Shut up!)...too bad...so sad...Erin has to study for phonics...ah, eh, aaahh, mehasdifjapsodf AAHHH!  I don't want to learn phonics...good thing I don't have to...yawn..

Anyway, I was being all studious and learning a lot of different definitions for poetry when I heard a knock, knock, knocking on my door (according to Erin it was more of a bang, bang, bang, bang).  Now I am once again being unstudious (it WILL be a word), so we have decided to bring some joy to you.

Erin's new favorite word is "nictitate"...which means "to wink"...it is a verb. A very special word, indeed.

My favorite word is unscrupulous...not really, but I couldn't think of any good ones due to the freezing of my brain following this morning's episode aka history final.  So, scruples spelled backwards is selpurcs, fyi...we learned this from Adventures in Odyssey...along with many other life lessons.

Erin hates the words pulp, canker, cantankerous...she's sure that there are more...she'll think of them and let you know.  She really doesn't even like the word "animal."  But on the other side of the spectrum, she loves the word "plethora."  Don't you?  I really don't, Erin....but "placenta" is a lovely name for a baby...or so some teenage girl thought when she was in the hospital having her child...somewhere walking around is a very disturbed young kid named "Placenta."  This is a true story.  Believe...it's more of a tragedy.

Announced today in a National Magazine, Tahitian men are more marriable than American men....so ladies, we are off to Bora Bora.  See you next year...with our new husbands!

Love, Bernadette and Bertha, your helpful scribes

Currently Reading Dear Americans: Letters from the Desk of President Ronald Reagan (Thorndike Press Large Print American History Series) By Ronald Reagan, Ralph A. Weber, Ralph Edward Weber see related

Do you know the Muffin Man...who lives on Drury Lane?  'Cuz I sure don't...Erin just told me to write that.  So I don't usually write about things going on in my life on this thing b/c basically, I think it is somewhat silly, since anyone that reads this sees me almost on a daily basis.  But today I shall share the news that rather than doing my devotions, reading for American Lit. and History...I have instead chosen the heathen path of iniquity...just kidding...I've been talking to Erin for over an hour, wrapping Christmas gifts, and fa la la - ing.  Yeah, my life is sooo exciting...I know that you're jealous.  FYI (I hate these things - you know, abbreviations, which ironically is such a long word - it's true) Erin is moving to Bora Bora.  Exciting, I know.  Oh, back to the Muffin Man...he lives an exciting existence on Drury Lane.  But what does he do?  Does he make muffins?  Or is HE a muffin?  Who named him the Muffin Man?  And why do we sing about him?  These random thoughts are brought to you by our current sponsor, Erin Craig.  If you can answer (or interpret) any of these questions that have been burning her soul for nearly her entire existence, please write to me at the North Pole c/o Santa Claus aka Kris Kringle aka Sinter Klaus aka Saint Nicholas aka The Big Jiggly One...or Satan as my mother refers to him.  I think Mr. Iten (so Erin tells me) calls him that too, though he may refer to him as the anti-Christ...which is very likely..um yeah...where to go from here?  Hmmm...I could leave you to ponder...however, I'm rather enjoying the procrastination of not doing my homework.  So let's talk about the enormous amounts of stupidity that these vapid (I just like this word) teachers feel that we need to do in order to enjoy this season of celebrating Christ's birth.  RIDICULOUS!  OR rather than talking about our depressing amounts of homiework (as I fondly refer to it), let's talk about being an inch tall and trapped in a watermelon (another thought from Erin...I'm fairly certain she's on something...and not just the chair...I think it may be the cold medication...nope, just a natural high...or so she claims...I have other feelings on this subject)...So back to the watermelon, what would you do?  Anyway, I had another thought (truly J.J.'s thought not Erin's this time) ...crap, I lost it...ERin's so distracting...uh, it's her stunning personality...NOT!... I'm going to think of it...give me a minute. OH, I KNOW...if you could learn one of the Scandinavian languages, which would you learn?  Choose between Norwegian, Finnish, or Swedish....Erin chooses Finnish...not really sure why?...oh, she was going to marry a man from Finland, clearly it would be beneficial to know the language.  I on the other hand, yes, I am selfish Erin...I would learn Norwegian...because my last name derived from the Norwegian word "Vig" ... which means, while I'm not sure what this means...but I'm fairly certain we invented Fig Newtons...ok...probably not, but possibly Post - it Notes and Cassette tapes...wait, that was Erin's family.  So since we were on the subject, where did the saying "Bite the dust" come from?  Possibly baseball?  What about archeology?  How do you feel about turtles?  "I have an affinity toward turtles" - Erin (we can't give out her last name...that would be to personal).  Since we're on the subject, what should Erin's pen name be?  Firstname Lastname....Elizabeth Storrington...I think we've got it!  My name would be November Pines...ok, to ecclectic....all right it would really be Joyce Eldred, but that's too drab for us...how about Belle Reynolds or Jolly Holidays or Lainey Broadway...or Alexandra Bartholomew or Cinnamon Spice...anyway, give me some better choices. Now, Erin has decided to marry Sgt. Pepper...and join his lonely hearts' club band.  Enjoy the show!  BAH...reading calls...who am I kidding?  Erin and I won't be reading for another 2.5 millenia...I'm hungry...my stomach just growled...this place (not prison, but I can't disclose my whereabouts at the time of this writing) does not provide adequate sustenance of the highest quality (We know that doesn't make sense...but deal with it)....Erin just had an epiphany....wait for it....wait for it....DING!!!  WE should write a book together...it would go very quickly...if you made it through this whole entry...or at least this part....ERIN and I will take you out to dinner, where we can discuss our mental conditions and our variety of anxieties and our paranoia...relating Richard Nixon...don't ask, too much time spent in history class...ok...we need to find a slam-bang finish for this psycho-babble-filled entry. Unfortunately, there are no words left in the English language and we are never-ending psycho-babblers until the day that we die or are separated....We will leave you with this insightful quote.

"It's kind of like General Hospital!" - Erin Craig referring to the unendingness (I know this isn't a word...but it will be soon...believe me, I'm an English major) of this brilliant entry