So yeah, I've finally decided to get back on again. WOW! It's a MIRACLE!
No poetic sentimentality today! Sara started a blog, and I decided what the hey, I want one too, and what a revelation, I HAVE one already! So I'm just going to keep it going!
Hi everyone. Laugh all you want at my last post. I know it's long and weird, but remember, this is Rachel, She-Who-Is-Obsessed-With-Dance, so have mercy! Okay, so I'm not obsessed with dance. I just love it. A LOT. If I were obsessed with dance, it would get in the way of my relationship with God, and that would not be good. So THERE.
Okay, so this obviously isn't as creative a blog as Sara's, judging from the names:
Mine: Elwing's Flight (sentimental/serious name that I put a lot of reflective thought into)
Sara's: Of Dixie Chicks and Space Monkeys ('nough said. Oh, and for those of you who don't know, "dixie chicks" is Sara's name for not too bright blondes, like her.) (Okay, okay. Sara's not a dumb blonde. There's no such thing as a dumb blonde. Well, unless of course the blonde happens to be dumb.... Okay, I just proved it. There's such a thing called a dumb brunette!)
About the routine I rambled on about last time, I've managed to follow it somewhat well, though my schedule's changed a lot! Now I teach hammered dulcimer to a girl on Tuesday afternoons, and Monday nights I meet with Jackie and Jordan to choreograph a dance for our graduation. It rocks, but it's all God working it out! Like today, the reason I'm writing this and not dancing with them is because I was supposed to take Jordan to Jackie's house but she didn't come and I couldn't get in contact with her. Jordan, wherever you are, I HOPE YOU'RE ALRIGHT!! You've got me worried, girl! If they're keeping you late at work, I'll... I'll... do nothing. Sigh. I really am not the aggressive type. But put on your hardshoes and do a click a foot away from your boss, and maybe then he'll get the point. He'll probably fire you, too. So maybe that's not a good solution....
You guys won't believe this—okay, maybe you will—but Susie just paraded into my room dressed like a nun. She's wearing some black dress with Hannah's white shirt and black skirt stuck on her head, and a piece of costume jewelry (a necklace with a big cross) hanging from her neck. Oh my WORD it is hilarious. Sing with me, all together now: HOW DO YOU SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE SUSAAAANNNNNNAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! (You can unplug your ears now, if you're still conscious.) Hannah's taking a picture of it, it'll be up on our website soon, I'm sure. Which, if you haven't been able to check it out is: http://homepage.mac.com/kvmagruder/Menu21.html
By the way, if you go there, check out the video from our chemistry lab last Friday. We had fun blowing things up. I say to check out the video because then you get to see me in my top form making movie star faces at the camera. I'm so sorry, dahlings, but I shall not tell you about my next movie engagement. It's a secret... but, I will say this: it's big. You know, those big movies that come out that everyone's seen but me (uh, which is, about every movie out there)? It's like one of those. I play a very important character, but unfortunately she dies an unhappy and early death in the part where the evil man that tries to take over the univ—oh, uh, hi, Mr. Movie Director. I didn't see you come in. What? FIRED? MOI?? Impossible.... Really? WELL! We'll see if I do any more business with YOU!!
Sorry, going out of "Estelle Souchon" mode. For those of you who didn't know, our friends the Barfields and us made a movie a few years ago. It's a murder mystery/comedy, and I play "ze mahvelous Estelle Souchon, ZE actrice!" I had fun acting all ditzy and stuck up. Because, of course, EVERYBODY who's ANYBODY has heard of Estelle Souchon. Except... well... everybody. (Blatant advertisement: If any of you want to see that movie, tell me and I'll let you borrow it! It came out really well!)
Speaking of ditzy, guess what I did today? I broke a glass. See, I had been doing Niall O'Leary's reel around the house (if any troupers decide on a whim to come here they'll know what I mean). And opera singing. I was in the middle of the left foot, and Figaro's marriage to Ballerfontinettawhatchamacallita, when I heard, over the charming chaos, a noise. A scream! Of course, being the caring person I am, I went outside to see what was the matter! You won't believe what I saw. It was a girl and she was being kidnapped! Of course, I did what any other sane person would do, and fainted. Then, I got up, and ran to the car, opened the door, pulled the girl out, gave the kidnapper an Irish kick, and resumed dancing Niall O'Leary's reel on top of him. Then, when he fainted because of the fact that he was in the presence (or under the presence) of a real live Irish dancer, I ran over to the girl. Oh no! He had tied her up too tightly! And it was almost too late! I quickly untied all the knots and pulled off the ropes, and slowly, her pulse came back. After waking up, and thanking me ("my hero," she said!) for saving her life, she asked for a glass of water. So I ran in and got a glass of water for her. As I was rushing out to give her the water, though, the kidnapper guy woke up, and called in his giant flying green-with-pink-polka-dotted octopus. Before I knew what was happening, the octopus grabbed the glass in one arm and the girl in the other and was up and away! But I did a leap 2 3 really high, and I grabbed onto the octopus's back arm. When I threatened to do Niall O'Leary's reel on top of HIM if he didn't give me back the girl, and the water glass, he got scared and dropped both of them and went away and was never seen again (but he did drop by the ground first and took the kidnapper with him). So of course, I let go and fell down to where the girl and the water glass were, and caught them, and luckily for us I was wearing that one shirt of mine with the hidden parachute, so we floated down to the ground, safe and sound. Then I handed her the glass, but all of a sudden there was 2-second earthquake and lost my grip on it! It fell to the ground and BROKE!! HORROR OF HORRORS!! So that is why I broke a glass today.
Um, guys. I have a confession to make. The story I just told you? It's not true. None of it. I'm sorry to have decieved you. I know I was lying, and it was bad. I won't do it again. Here's the true story: I put the glass in the dishwasher, and shut the door, but the rack wasn't in all the way so the door bumped the glass and broke it. None of what I just said was involved was involved. No Niall O'Leary's reel. No marriage of Figaro. No giant flying green-with-pink-polka-dotted octopuses. And guys, you know what? I don't have a shirt with a parachute on it. I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
Okay, one more random fact of the day before I end this book: Just a few minutes ago the rest of my wonderful family was downstairs breathing helium and talking to each other in goofy voices. I am not making this up this time. Of course, if any of you know us, you'll know that I am so not making this up. That's the sort of thing that happens around here. Yay for my family! And now this is the end of today's 1500-page book. The End.
Hi everyone. Laugh all you want at my last post. I know it's long and weird, but remember, this is Rachel, She-Who-Is-Obsessed-With-Dance, so have mercy! Okay, so I'm not obsessed with dance. I just love it. A LOT. If I were obsessed with dance, it would get in the way of my relationship with God, and that would not be good. So THERE.
Okay, so this obviously isn't as creative a blog as Sara's, judging from the names:
Mine: Elwing's Flight (sentimental/serious name that I put a lot of reflective thought into)
Sara's: Of Dixie Chicks and Space Monkeys ('nough said. Oh, and for those of you who don't know, "dixie chicks" is Sara's name for not too bright blondes, like her.) (Okay, okay. Sara's not a dumb blonde. There's no such thing as a dumb blonde. Well, unless of course the blonde happens to be dumb.... Okay, I just proved it. There's such a thing called a dumb brunette!)
About the routine I rambled on about last time, I've managed to follow it somewhat well, though my schedule's changed a lot! Now I teach hammered dulcimer to a girl on Tuesday afternoons, and Monday nights I meet with Jackie and Jordan to choreograph a dance for our graduation. It rocks, but it's all God working it out! Like today, the reason I'm writing this and not dancing with them is because I was supposed to take Jordan to Jackie's house but she didn't come and I couldn't get in contact with her. Jordan, wherever you are, I HOPE YOU'RE ALRIGHT!! You've got me worried, girl! If they're keeping you late at work, I'll... I'll... do nothing. Sigh. I really am not the aggressive type. But put on your hardshoes and do a click a foot away from your boss, and maybe then he'll get the point. He'll probably fire you, too. So maybe that's not a good solution....
You guys won't believe this—okay, maybe you will—but Susie just paraded into my room dressed like a nun. She's wearing some black dress with Hannah's white shirt and black skirt stuck on her head, and a piece of costume jewelry (a necklace with a big cross) hanging from her neck. Oh my WORD it is hilarious. Sing with me, all together now: HOW DO YOU SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE SUSAAAANNNNNNAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! (You can unplug your ears now, if you're still conscious.) Hannah's taking a picture of it, it'll be up on our website soon, I'm sure. Which, if you haven't been able to check it out is: http://homepage.mac.com/kvmagruder/Menu21.html
By the way, if you go there, check out the video from our chemistry lab last Friday. We had fun blowing things up. I say to check out the video because then you get to see me in my top form making movie star faces at the camera. I'm so sorry, dahlings, but I shall not tell you about my next movie engagement. It's a secret... but, I will say this: it's big. You know, those big movies that come out that everyone's seen but me (uh, which is, about every movie out there)? It's like one of those. I play a very important character, but unfortunately she dies an unhappy and early death in the part where the evil man that tries to take over the univ—oh, uh, hi, Mr. Movie Director. I didn't see you come in. What? FIRED? MOI?? Impossible.... Really? WELL! We'll see if I do any more business with YOU!!
Sorry, going out of "Estelle Souchon" mode. For those of you who didn't know, our friends the Barfields and us made a movie a few years ago. It's a murder mystery/comedy, and I play "ze mahvelous Estelle Souchon, ZE actrice!" I had fun acting all ditzy and stuck up. Because, of course, EVERYBODY who's ANYBODY has heard of Estelle Souchon. Except... well... everybody. (Blatant advertisement: If any of you want to see that movie, tell me and I'll let you borrow it! It came out really well!)
Speaking of ditzy, guess what I did today? I broke a glass. See, I had been doing Niall O'Leary's reel around the house (if any troupers decide on a whim to come here they'll know what I mean). And opera singing. I was in the middle of the left foot, and Figaro's marriage to Ballerfontinettawhatchamacallita, when I heard, over the charming chaos, a noise. A scream! Of course, being the caring person I am, I went outside to see what was the matter! You won't believe what I saw. It was a girl and she was being kidnapped! Of course, I did what any other sane person would do, and fainted. Then, I got up, and ran to the car, opened the door, pulled the girl out, gave the kidnapper an Irish kick, and resumed dancing Niall O'Leary's reel on top of him. Then, when he fainted because of the fact that he was in the presence (or under the presence) of a real live Irish dancer, I ran over to the girl. Oh no! He had tied her up too tightly! And it was almost too late! I quickly untied all the knots and pulled off the ropes, and slowly, her pulse came back. After waking up, and thanking me ("my hero," she said!) for saving her life, she asked for a glass of water. So I ran in and got a glass of water for her. As I was rushing out to give her the water, though, the kidnapper guy woke up, and called in his giant flying green-with-pink-polka-dotted octopus. Before I knew what was happening, the octopus grabbed the glass in one arm and the girl in the other and was up and away! But I did a leap 2 3 really high, and I grabbed onto the octopus's back arm. When I threatened to do Niall O'Leary's reel on top of HIM if he didn't give me back the girl, and the water glass, he got scared and dropped both of them and went away and was never seen again (but he did drop by the ground first and took the kidnapper with him). So of course, I let go and fell down to where the girl and the water glass were, and caught them, and luckily for us I was wearing that one shirt of mine with the hidden parachute, so we floated down to the ground, safe and sound. Then I handed her the glass, but all of a sudden there was 2-second earthquake and lost my grip on it! It fell to the ground and BROKE!! HORROR OF HORRORS!! So that is why I broke a glass today.
Um, guys. I have a confession to make. The story I just told you? It's not true. None of it. I'm sorry to have decieved you. I know I was lying, and it was bad. I won't do it again. Here's the true story: I put the glass in the dishwasher, and shut the door, but the rack wasn't in all the way so the door bumped the glass and broke it. None of what I just said was involved was involved. No Niall O'Leary's reel. No marriage of Figaro. No giant flying green-with-pink-polka-dotted octopuses. And guys, you know what? I don't have a shirt with a parachute on it. I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
Okay, one more random fact of the day before I end this book: Just a few minutes ago the rest of my wonderful family was downstairs breathing helium and talking to each other in goofy voices. I am not making this up this time. Of course, if any of you know us, you'll know that I am so not making this up. That's the sort of thing that happens around here. Yay for my family! And now this is the end of today's 1500-page book. The End.
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