There's one thing I hate

I hate being sick. There's nothing fun about it. I mean, not being able to breathe through your nose is so annoying! And then it getting sore from being blown so often. And then nothing coming out of your nose, though you're getting it sore trying to blow stuff out. And then there's the whole throat factor. I kinda knew I was about to get sick, because on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday my adenoids were restricting my breathing again, and that always happens now before I get a cold. So when my throat started hurting Saturday evening, I wasn't really surprised. Last night I had a horrible night sleep. I had found a dead bee on my window sill Sunday morning, and I was totally freaked out by that. Then with that thought in my mind, I went to sleep, and to add to my bee worries, I couldn't breath at all through my nose. So I woke up around 3:00 AM with this feeling like something was crawling on me. Of course, it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but still, I was completely creeped out and had trouble going back to sleep. Since I had taken medicine before going to sleep, I had the awful, awful taste of medicine in my mouth. When I woke up this morning, the taste was still there, along with the stuffy nose and sore throat, but I also had a headache. All these things caused me to wake up at 7:47 AM, and being homeschooled, that's pretty early for me. I had gone to bed pretty late last night because of the restriction of breathing through my nose, and so you can see I was pretty tired. Right now I'm quite tired, and wish I could take a nap, except that when I lay down, my nose clogs. I gotta go. Thanks for listening, Lucie

Commenting

Hi there! On my Xanga, you can now comment! Anonymous people are aloud to comment on Xanga's without actually having a Xanga acount. So I would love to hear from you, but remember to sign your name so that I know who you are, since you'll just come up as anonymous. To answer Sarah's quetion about Totoro, in 1993 they came out with the movie, 'My neighbor Totoro' in the USA. That's the version my family liked, because the english dub was good. Then last year, Disney came out with a new dubbed version, with voices we didn't like. Also we didn't like how they changed some of he characters names. Well, that's all for now, Lucie PS My Xanga is at: xanga.com/lucheta

Everything summer-ish

Over today and yesterday, I think I've done everything I could possibly do that is summer-ish. I've jump roped, went on the swing, today I'm wearing a skurt (shorts+skirt), eaten popsicles, I've ran in the field, I did some bird-watching, done chalk drawings, played basketball, and gone on the trampoline. I have not, of course, gone into the pool, because we haven't opened it yet, and it has to be at least 75 to 80 degrees outside to swim. I'm having a great weekend, and I hope you are too! Enjoy the weather, Lucie

So Happy

If you have read my post 'So sad', then that's very good, but if you haven't, I suggest reading it before you read this one. I finished 'An Old-Fashioned Girl' last night and was SO happy with the beautiful ending, that it made up for the sadness of finishing the book. I've read this story before, of course, but I forgot how beautifully written the ending is. I will not say what happens, in case my readers ever decide to read this lovely story, which suggest they do. It's a romance, so if you're not into that kind of thing, don't read it. The book was published in 1869 and it's very funny to read what the height of the fashion was way back then. It's so impossible for me to think that this book was written around the same time as the Little house books, by Laura Ingalls Wilder, because one book (An Old-Fashioned Girl) took place in New England, while the other books (Little house) took place in the west. Granted, An Old-Fashioned Girl was written around the time that Laura Ingalls Wilder was born, which is earlyer then the actuall Little House books take place, because Laura was born in 1867, so she was only two years old when Louisa came out with An Old-Fashioned Girl, and of course none of the Little House books took place when Laura was 2. - Well, I'll bet your wondering why I never finish a paragraph on this blog, and just make it all one long one. It's because for some reason or another, the template does not include new paragraphs where I've put them while writting the posts. Instead, I'm just gonna use little dashes, like this: - Gotta run, -Lucie

So sad

I need something to do, so I'm updating. All I want to do is finish 'An Old-Fashioned Girl', but if I did I would have nothing to read later tonight. I'm so sad that I only have 30 pages left! I have this really sad feeling in my stomach, and I REALLY don't want my book to end. I REALLY DON'T. Well, enough of that. I might as well not think about it. I do have another book I can read, also by L.M Alcott, but it has what might be Autographed by her, so I have to be super careful with it. The book is called 'Eight Cousins' or 'The Aunt-Hill.' It is also an excellent book, and it has a sequel to it called, 'Rose in Bloom.' Technically, 'An Old-Fashioned Girl' has a sequel to it, but L.M Alcott I guess decided to just put the two together, or else her publisher did. So it's all one book. Oh dear! I'm talking about the thing again. New subject. My fingers are so cold they feel like they are gonna freeze, if I wasn't typing so fast. It's pretty cold out here in the new porch, called the library, because someone turned of the space heater and forgot to turn it back on. Oh well. I'm fine. It could be worse. . . it could be snowing. . . oh wait, it is. See ya later, y'all. Sorry about the complaining, but I gotta tell someone, so why not tell the internet world? Wait, that sounds wrong. . . Lucie-

Happy Feet

I saw Happy Feet today and completely disliked it. I didn't HATE it, but I definetly disliked it. I didn't like the music, the dancing didn't really use any real steps, it was a movie with a moral, telling you not to take to much fish and all that. By the middle of the movie, I wanted it to end, which is definetly not a good sign. And the religional things about the 'Great 'Guin' were STU-pid. Anyways, it just wasn't as happy as I wanted it to be. I was expecting a tottally different kind of movie, just with penguins dancing all the time, and not this moral kind of story. Anyways, it was a fine movie, and I can see why penguin lovers would like it. Right now I'm reading this excellent book called, 'An Old-Fashioned girl' by L.M Alcott. I love this story and it helps me to be a better person. This is the kind of story where my eyes are always glued to the page, and when I'm not reading it, I'm thinking about it. I love it dearly, but I would not suggest it to those who don't like the preaching kind of stories. I gotta Go, Lucie

Tongue talk

I was looking at my dog Lily one morning, and she started just randomly flapping her tongue out of her mouth, similar to what a lizard does. So I flapped my tongue out at her and I think she actually responded to me with a series of different tongue movements. We held the tongue conversation strong for a while, though I had no idea what she was saying to me, nor what I could be saying to her. It was fun though, and eventually she came over to me to try to lick my mouth. Just now I started flapping my tongue at her, and she replied. Then she got up as to come over to me, but I came to her first. I think that dogs might actually communicate with their tongues. For instance, today I gave Lola a little morsel of food, and then she trotted into the dinning room. She then came back with Lily, but I had not heard them bark to each other, so it most likely meant that they had somehow silently communicated. And what better device to use then a tongue?

Gonna make it quick

I gotta make this quick, because I'm tired and it's late. Tonight we went to my friend Hannah's house, because my family, Hannah's family, and our other friends, the Murphie's, get together every first Friday of the month. Of course, since it was Good Friday on the first Friday this month, we couldn't get together, so we did it today. Sometimes we do it here at our house, sometimes at the Murphie's house, but this time at Hannah's. The person at the house it's being held at usually makes the main meal, and everyone else brings a dish to pass. One time we did a pasta bar, and everyone brought a different kind of pasta. Tonight we had roast pork (Hannah's mom made it) and our family brought mashed potatoes, which I made from scratch. There's a story behind those mashed potatoes, though. . . . Since we usually get a big amount of people at these dinners, I had to make a lot of mashed potatoes. I used about 5-7 pounds of potatoes, but I left the skin on them and only took off the eyes. When I had finished this, I put them in the pressure cooker, because that was our biggest pot. We decided just to skip using the pressure part of it and use it as a normal pot. When the potatoes came to a boil, I wanted to make sure they were not burning. I put oven mitts on (Thank Goodness!) and opened the pot. Suddenly, the boiling water rushed out, and I managed to step back quick enough so that it only splashed (and scalded) my foot. When the boiling water came splashing out, I started shrieking at a high pitched tone. Of course, the whole house heard me and came running to my aid. My mom told me to take of my soaked sock, so I tore it off. I grasped my foot in pain and felt the skin that had curled up, leaving a red, red burn. There was on big burn and my foot and one toe were dotted with little burns. I backed into the corner of the kitchen, foot on the ground and my mom insisted I sit down. I sank into a sitting possition, sobbing because of the sudden burst of pain and because I had thought I had ruined the potatoes. On my outstreched, burned foot a bag of Birdseye corn was dropped, and the stinging made grasp my knee in pain, a habit which I have when experiencing great pain. A bandage with olive oil on it was put on my burn, for olive oil helps better then any other creams. I sat there a little while, waiting for mom to bring me a new sock, to replace my soaked one. It's still hurting a bit now, but it's much better then before. Believe me, though, it hurt tons on the way to Hannah's and on the way home. It didn't hurt so much there, though, because I was so busy chatting with people I didn't have time to think about it. I suppose this is not a short post, but hey, there was a lot to tell. I'm real sorry, PTchick, for not getting to reading your story. I've been so busy lately, but I promise to read it tomorrow!!!!!!!!! With a burned foot, Lucie

Easter Bunny?

Yesterday was Easter! I was so busy, I couldn't update. First we went to church on Easter Vigil at 8:30 PM to 11:30 PM. Then, since Annie and my Mom hadn't gone with the rest of us, we went back to church Easter morning, and we all decided to go to keep Annie and Mom company. So we went 20 minutes before the service began, and the place was already all filled up, except the rectory which they had put chairs in, but that too was filling up. I suggested we hurry and get a seat there, but there were eight open seats that had been given to the lector and the lector's family. So since they had not shown up, the pastoral assistant, Mary Ann, told us to sit there. Then the lector showed up with her family, and told us she only needed four of the seats, so four of us (Mom, Aidan, Annie, and I) sat there, and the other four of us (Dad, Tim, Alfie, and Ian) had to stand up in the back. I didn't like that service at all. For one thing, I hated thinking about them standing up back there, and for another, the lector seats are on the eyes of the whole church, so whenever I looked around, I saw people starring right at me! I hate when they do that. . . . . Anyways, let me get to the reason why my post is titled, 'Easter Bunny?' Yesterday afternoon, at about 5:00 or so, my Mom went to walk Lily and Lola, our dogs. Our dogs are quite defensive of their territory, as all dogs are, and they think everything around them is theirs. So whenever they see a squirrel, cat, or any animal on their ground, they fly into a passion of barking and whimpering, in Lola's case, where it's like she's saying, 'Let me get it, oh PLEASE let me get it!' So I decided to watch from the window, just in case anything came into our yard they would run after. There were the dogs, acting all alert. But on the other side of the yard, something caught my eye. . . There, scampering into our yard was a bunny. If I hadn't ran out the door, and yelled to Mom, 'Look, there's a bunny!' they probably wouldn't have noticed. I mean, LILY probably wouldn't have noticed. Lily started running towards it, and Lola, who didn't even notice Lily's sudden moves, or the scent of the bunny, started towards the house as if nothing had happened. Now, Lily is a careful dog, so she didn't try to run all the way over to it, but she did run down the path a bit, I guess to get a closer look. I then grabbed her, because by now I had run into the yard with only my socks on (luckily there isn't really any snow on the ground here), and picking her up, I took the leash from Mom's hand, which was one of those 16 foot long ones, and I went inside with her. Later, Aidan told me that it was as if I had seen the Easter bunny or something, and I thought maybe I had. . . Anyway, I'll see you later! The Lord is risen! Alleluia! Be happy, y'all!

Wunderground

Sorry I haven't been posting. There is a reason, though! Every time I went on the computer I went to a website called weather-underground, or Wunderground. It tells you what the daily forecast is gonna be and such, and so I was always going there and then getting off the computer. Anyways, today we're putting together Easter baskets. We have to send candy to Clare, Mayumi and Dave, my two out-of-country (Dave and Mayumi) and out-of-state (Clare) sister and brother. But to send them candy means we have to separate it so it's all even between each member of the family. And seeing as we have eleven people who need Easter baskets, it'll probably take a little while. Since I gotta get started on that soon, I better run. Lucia

Palm Sunday (Or Passion Sunday)

Today is Palm/passion Sunday. I sang with the Teen Cantor Choir, or TCC. I had lost my voice a few days ago, though, so I couldn't really sing that well. The funny thing is, that I could hit high Es pretty well even though I was sick, and usually I can't hit them very well at all. Ian had a little solo part in the service and he did a great job at that. Our choir master, Ron, looked really happy after Ian had finished. He looked proud. Even though I couldn't really sing, I still had a really good time. TCC is also singing on Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and one song on Easter vigil. I'm also going to the Easter Sunday mass, even though TCC won't be singing there. I'm not to worried that I couldn't sing very well today, because on Maundy Thursday I'll be most likely well enough to sing, and we're singing the same anthem as today at that service. I gotta run, Lucie