Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
May was a crazy month. School had just ended for the summer (boo yeah!), I moved home, started a full-time internship, celebrated several birfdays, including my own 21st (Holla!) and did a little traveling. In the midst of all the chaos, I did something very bad, or shall I say didn't do something... I failed to post a birfday shout out for one of my favorite people of all-time. How dare I?! Haley Anne Larsen, eldest child of Bradley and Suzanne Larsen, Born May 21, 1989, Happy Belated Birfday Post. Here are 19 reasons I keep this lady around.
1. She has been my neighbor for over 15 years and has got this "good neighbor" business down.
2. She doesn't like sports. I love sports, they are my passion, and amazingly it doesn't bother me in the least that she has no affinity for them. You go girl.
3. She's surprising. I love hearing what comes our of her mouth. It never fails to make me laugh.
4. She loves One Tree Hill as much as I do and that is hard.
5. She's a dedicated member of our rock band, Poisoned Water.
6. She's quirky. I love people aren't afraid to be weird. She is weird. I respect that.
7. She'll make fun of you to your face.
8. She calls herself the fat sister and so do I. It's not that we're fat, we're just not stick figs like our annoying sisters. Chubby girls are cute, we get to eat pie. (not that we're chubby)
9. She let me climb up her deck when I was a child...and then jump off after I got up there. How nice.
10. For my birfday she gave me a basket stating: "Everything you need for a One Tree Hill Marathon" complete with shot glasses that light up, Dr Pepper, a blanket and pics of hot Chad Michael Murray and James Lafferty. How thoughtful.
11. She's available. A couple weekends ago, I was home alone on a Friday night with nothing to do. At 9 PM I texted her to come and play rock band. The doorbell rang 2 and a half minutes later.
12. She uses curse words at the best times. She doesn't curse that often but when she does she makes it count.
13. She can quote movies like a champion. Also, when I quote movies, she always gets it.
14. She calls in sick to work.
15. She was a weatherman in one of our movies once and she named herself, Nigel Storm, he had an accent. Not just one accent, but many. Nigel would switch from being English to Irish to Australian. Incredible.
16. She participates in our tradition of watching Christmas movies every sunday starting after Thanksgiving. Not only that we get to watch em in her movie theater basement. HOLLA!
17. She doesn't like school. That's a quality I look for in a person.
18. We rule over the cul-de-sac together. There is no power struggle. We are equal leaders, and it works.
19. She let me "borrow" her Razor scooter when I went to college. At my freshman apartment complex, I was known as Scooter Girl. All thanks to Haley's generosity.
Haley, you are the best neighbor I've ever had. Sorry this is so late. I hope all your wildest dreams come true this year. As Lisa Turtle would say: "Keep a rockin'!"
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Remember when you were a kid, elementary school age, and you learn something really important in school that day? Like, addition and subtraction, times tables, long division, cursive, state capitols, presidents of the United States, The Great Depression, Pearl Harbor, the list goes on and on. You don't know it at the time, but you are obtaining knowledge that you will use and talk about for the rest of your life. I mean seriously, what American over the age of 11 and a half doesn't know about Pearl Harbor, or has never heard of The Great Depression. That crap is important and if it happens to come up in a conversation and you don't know about it, you look like a dumb dumb.
Well my blogging pals, I'm here to fess up. I'm not going to hide it anymore. I missed a critical day in elementary school…I missed Alphabetical Order day. I'm not proud, but I can't hold it in any longer. I didn't even know I missed such an imperative day in my elementary school career until End of Level Testing came around. Apparently my teacher didn't believe in reviewing before we took the tests. I guess she figured six-year-olds could retain all the information she'd given us over the past none months and regurgitate it in order to pass our EOL's. She must have had a lot of faith in us. But I'm here to tell you Mrs. What's-Her-Face, you were wrong, dead wrong!!
Now I'm going to paint a picture about how End of Level Testing went for me that fateful day. A day I've tried hard to forget but to no avail. So there I am six-year-old-ish Kate, a tiny, brown-haired, and probably recovering from a horrible bowl-cut hairdo, Ninja Turtle loving girl. Sitting quite contently, but probably with a serious, non-smile look on my face (after all, I am at school). After cruising through the first three quarters of the test (I was very impressive at that age), I come to the last two pages. Now I realize I was but a wee lady when this happened, but the next series of events I can remember clear as day. I proceeded to slowly read the instructions which went something like: "Put the following words in alphabetical order." I read it over again, trying to understand. Then I thought, what in the world is alphabetical order? I tried to think back to when we learned about such a thing but couldn't come up with anything. I knew the alphabet; I knew how to read; but this 'alphabetical' word was just too much for my little head to wrap itself around. I looked over all the words trying to be a problem solver but I just couldn't seem to figure it out. I was so frustrated and confused. Why hadn't my deadbeat teacher taught me about this nonsense? And why hadn't I ever heard this word before? Then it hit me, I must have missed the day we learned about alphabetical order. I know it sounds simple, like, how could I not figure it out by breaking down the word 'alphabetical' and coming up with alphabet, then maybe assuming the word starting with the letter B went before the word starting with W. Well, I guess I just wasn't smart enough to figure it out, or what I like to think, is that my brain was already fried from hours of testing, that my cognitive thinking was long gone and I was just trying to finish at that point. Throw six-year-old me a bone here!
After accepting the cold hard fact that I just wasn't going to get it, I proceeded to spell out words on my bubble sheet. 1. C 2. A 3. B and 4. B 5. A 6. D. I figured I might as well have fun if I'm going to blow it anyway. And maybe I would guess right on some of them…it could happen. After feeling sorry for myself because I ended on such a bad note, I put the test behind me, as I always do, and looked forward to playing Turtles or something. Let's just say when I got those test scores back, I didn't fare too well in that particular section; in fact, I think I missed every single one of the stupid 'alphabetical order' questions.
So there it is; the ugly truth. Don't you dare think I'm stupid, I know ya'll missed an important day, long division maybe? Or was it cursive? I will find out…eventually.