Friday, July 29, 2011


Today I was looking at my sister's toothpaste, and noticed that it
always has perfect red, white and blue stripes in it. How does 
that work? How do the lines stay straight? How/Why are there
stripes at all? I don't get it.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

child pick-pocket

Today at a swim meet I was talking to other people on my team. One guy told me that apparently, there was a 5-year-old pick-pocketing child wandering around. So I'm like umm. . . okay, because, a) I don't think there usually is a lot of pick-pocketing going on and b) the kid is 5 and c) it's a swim meet. He was telling me how the kid would sometimes go up to adults and say hi. They would ask if she was lost or needed help, and the kid said "I'm fine. But can I see your wallet?". Creepy.

Monday, July 25, 2011

no-rules soccer

Today at soccer practice we played 1 v. 1 no-rules soccer. There are no rules, except that you can't intentionally hurt anybody. Our coach had two girls give a demonstration. One picked up the ball (with her hands) and ran. The other chased her, jumped on top of her, and tackled her on the ground for the ball. I did it with one of my friends. She bit me. I think I like soccer with rules better.

Friday, July 22, 2011


Today I saw 3 shoes on the side of the road. And I was wondering, how on earth does one shoe end up on the highway? I mean, usually they're on your feet and can't fall off, and nobody just walks along the side of the highway. So how does one flip flop end up on the side of the road? Do people, like, hold it out their window and accidently drop it? How? Why?!

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Last time I was at my cabin, we roasted marshmallows to make smores. On the bag that the marshmallows came in there was a warning that said, ''CAUTION: Marshmallows are flammable". Thanks for the reminder, marshmallow company.

Monday, July 18, 2011


Today I was in the pool with my younger sister. She bobbed underwater then came right back up. I asked her what she was doing and she giggled and said "I licked you!". For some reason, I didn't feel it. She kept doing it because she thought it was super funny. This isn't the first time this has happened at swim practice last winter, I didn't feel one of my friends licking me until I saw her doing it. Why do people lick me and why don't I feel it???

Friday, July 15, 2011


Today I was in the car with my friend and her mom. My friend said "The parking lot smelled really bad, like rotten chinese food. Probably the  Lee Ann Chins." Her mom said "Don't be a dummy it's Chin, not Chins. Nobody has more than one chin." My friend simply says, "How would you know?". Her mom didn't argue.


A few days ago, I was trying to make my sister an omelet for lunch. So mixed the eggs and milk, sprayed the pan, started the stove, and poured the eggs in. But I must have done something wrong, because I soon as I poured in the eggs, they turned brown and caught on fire around the edges. Not even my dog would eat it. Woops.


Yesterday I had a swimmeet. For 2 1/2 hours. Outside. In the rain. It was freezing. My towels were soaked through and I was so cold that the pool felt like a hot tub. So I told my coach that I was going to die of hypothermia. He laughed. I still can't can't figure out how my turning into an icecicle is that funny. . . oh well.

Sunday, July 10, 2011


Today my mom drove me and my friend to soccer practice in her convertible. My friend was silently looking out the window. Then suddenly shouts out, "OH MY GOSH BANDIT WE CAN BE LIKE REBECCA BLACK!". Then she sings "sitting in the front seat, chillin in the back seat. . .". And continued to sing "Friday" for the rest of the ride. * **

*If people say Friday is such a stupid and annoying song, how/& or why do they have the entire song memorized??? 

** Such an annoying song. . . drove me insane.


A few days ago, I went to Dairy Queen with a friend. After getting our ice cream, we realized we were $1 short. The lady at the register got all mad and said, "OK, you two are off the hook if you promise to bring me $1 before 6 o'clock. So we said okay, and came back 30 minuets later with a buck. She called everybody out of the kitchen to applaud us for our honesty. Never have I been so proud of doing the right thing.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

ummmmmm. . . blue. . .

I have been proven wrong. I googled ''blue raspberry",  and got a wikipedia page that said this:

"Blue raspberry flavor is a common flavoring for candy, snack foods, sweet syrups and soft drinks. The flavor originates from Rubus leucodermis, more commonly known as the "Whitebark Raspberry" or 'Blue Raspberry' for the dark red to blue-black color of its fruit.
Food products labeled as Blue Raspberry flavor often contain a bright blue food coloring (although this coloring is not accurate to the real-life color of the fruit)."

blue raspberry

It doesn't make sense. There is not such thing as 'blue raspberries' (at least not that I know of) and they don't even taste like raspberry (not that anything tastes like it's intended flavor). Why? It's blue. . . and tastes like. . . candy? Sugar? Who even came up with it anyways???

Wednesday, July 6, 2011


Sorry the last post will make sense tomorrow at 12:00. . . had some scheduling issues. . . woops.


So the other night I went out for pizza with my family. On the menu, I noticed that they served Hawaiian pizza. Then you know how they list the ingredients and stuff? Well, there's Canadian  bacon in the Hawaiian pizza. How does that work? Why is it called Hawaiian pizza if there's Canadian stuff in it? It doesn't make sense.


On the Fourth of July, I had what I thought was a very American moment. I was on a boat (my family was in a boat parade), holding an american flag (which my grandma insisted must be held high) and eating potato chips while bald eagle flew overhead.

Monday, July 4, 2011



Friday, July 1, 2011


While I was writing the boogly bok post, I google imaged 'chicken' for a picture. All I got was cooked chickens. For the first, like, 5 pages. In ten pages, there were about 5 actual photographs of chickens. So I tried searching 'living chicken'. Again, none of those chickens were 'living'. Not all chickens are cooked!