Spring Break: Day 1

Spring Break started this Friday, but things didn't really get going until Sunday when Dad, Cashew, Pistachio, and Corn Nut left for Nevada to visit the Fallon Boys.  

They were so excited!  This left my mom, Chestnut, and me home to relax.  We had a blast!  I don't know if it was exactly relaxing, but it was extremely fun.  So this is yesterday, from the beginning:

We started off the day by getting our work done, having a flop quiche turned into a delicious scramble for breakfast, and getting some independent study courses done which we were way behind on.  From there, we decided that Jack was bored and depressed, so we took him on a walk in the hills.  Unfortunately, I took no pictures.  It was really fun and we talked about politics the whole time.  

After the walk, we dropped Jack off at home and headed off to lunch at Dixie's Diner, a fun little 50's themed restaurant with delicious shakes.  Since I took no pictures here either, here's a family picture taken there a few years ago. 

See the shakes?  It was delicious.

We continued the adventure by heading off to the library and checking out about a gazillion books and movies.  Mom suddenly realized that I haven't read for fun in about a year, and soon she checked out four books for me to read.  I have my hands full :) .

After the library, we headed into grandma's house and made a gazillion tortillas to go with our gazillion books.  We flipped tortillas and talked about England, and grandma showed me the finished skirt that she's been making for me.  It was a blast! 

We got home late, but decided to watch Casablanca anyway.  Neither Chestnut or I had seen it, and Mom decided that wasn't acceptable.

It was delightful!  I think it's my new favorite movie.  

Hopefully I'll take more pictures to document Spring break day two.

Look Who's Well-Behaved

I am proud to announce that about a week and a half ago (time flies) our puppy, Jack, graduated from "Puppy Training School."  We did this on the suggestion of Lilly, whose example we were wise to follow.  Jack has changed so much since he started!  I don't know how we would have got along with him without the class.

Also. . . 

One week during the class, we were having problems with Jack chasing the chickens.  So- we brought a chicken into Petsmart.  Our teacher, Emerson, LOVED IT.  He thought it was absolutely hilarious, and when he was handing out the graduation certificates, there were two for us.

- - -

One that said Jack had graduated; the other? . . . . . . Recognized that "Chicken" had passed the puppy class.
Funny!  But we're proud of Jack.

Adios,

St. Patrick's Day

Isn't it wonderful to actually be able to see GREEN on St. Patrick's Day?  I LOVE IT.  Let me tell you- just because Idaho gets into spring just about now, St. Patrick's day has to be one of my favorite holidays.  More on Green later. . . . lot's more on green.  But I have to say, being able to wear crocs and sit on the ground is amazing.

Oh- and don't you love the big picture?  Cocoa helped me with that.

Adios,

The Secret Garden- Hair and Other Things

Well- as you've noticed, I've kind-of disappeared for the past two weeks. This is the reason why.

Well. . . It's sort-of the reason why. I happened to be involved in the play "The Secret Garden" in my high school musical theater class and that just happened to take up my entire life until recently. Does that make sense?

Let me clarify:

I was a wall.

Who had to sit still.

Absolutely still.

During a two-hour play.

But anyway- not focusing on the bad of things. This (picture above) was what we did to prepare for that two-hour play on the day it was performed (or the three days it was performed- many people lost a lot of hair).

And since I didn't happen to get any pictures of the actual performance, I will mainly focus on the hairdressing segment of the whole affair. Here is the cast of Characters:

Lovely bunch, aren't they?

Well actually, they are. The pictures above are the result of a lot of this:

Ratting the heck out of their hair to create an "authentic" hairstyle for the period. I feel bad for the women back then. Of course- they didn't wash their hair very often. . . . but I won't get into that.

Moving on. Step one- the hair is ratted. Check.

Step two: It is pulled onto the top of the head with about one billion, two million, four thousand, nine hundred and fifty-three bobby pins. Check.

Step three- the remaining hair is arranged into about nine miniature buns on the top of the head and the hair that has escaped is curled with a curling iron. Check.

Pretty isn't it?

Yeah- but perilous. . . and painful. Especially afterward when you have to remove all the rats and about a half-gallon of hairspray.

Bon apetite!