Marshmallow War One

Tonight, my family and I enjoyed the first marshmallow roast of the fall-the smell of burning wood, the warm-cold contrast of fire and fall tempatures, trying to roast my marshmallow while being taunted with a flaming stick by my father, watching Jack and Wils run around the yard with torches (while Daddy hums the Olympic theme), the whole nine yards. And then-Wils lit my marshmallow. On fire. I like my marshmallows soft and white, not black and brittle. So, naturally, I refused to give him another one when he asked (I always try and secure positions of power, such as keeper of the marshmallows.). And before I could say "Naughty, Mean, Mankin", they both had thier water guns trained on me. So, I did the only thing one can do in such a situation. I fled. With the marshmallows.I took refuge inside the house, where I locked the back door, the front door, and the garage door. The war had begun.

 Jack and Wils began to try and breach my fortress. After establishing that the doors were impenetrable , they got in through Annie's window.

Annie was not there at the time. I was a lone wolf

  I employed my my most tried and true method of fighting-flight. Once outside, I begged my daddy for protection. He refused. and so, I got the hose and hid while my loyal sisters convinced the mean old mankins that I was hiding inside. When they unraveled that deception, I was able to reclaim my fortress with the aid of the hose. After a more detailed lock down, I decided that this was a serious fight- for my honor. As a result, I put my hair up in an indiscriminate messy bun (without the aid of a mirror. Yes, it was that serious.). I also traded my cute but rather wet sweater and oversize shirt for a black tank top and rain boots. Much more special agent.

I prevented daddy -aided  breach attempts here,

here,

and here.

While these were in progress, my dear sister Annie smuggled me a water gun, while my devious sister Ellie became a double agent, and brought me the cap for it. I filled it with water and ice. Also, I got Daddy's permission to use hairspray and a lighter as a flame thrower. Then, the immpossible happened. Daddy squeezed Jack though a 8 by 16 window pane he broke earlier this year.

He was able to take the marshmallow bag.

But all was not lost. After masterfully luring him out of the house, I discovered a lone marshmallow had been left on the counter. Reveling in my victory, I licked it in front of the window in the back door, to the agony of the mean old mankins. Daddy declared the war over. I won. A feeble retaliation attempt was made by Jack.  He ate the last marshmallow. I simply reminded him that I had licked it.

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A Few of My Irrational Fears (Complete with Full Rationalization!)

     I have always found the term "irrational fear" somewhat bothersome. Mostly, because I find it insulting. All of my fears are perfectly rational to me, or they would not be a fear. For example, you may have heard of the recently classified " the-glass-may-spontaneously-evaporate-and-cause-death-and-mass-hysteria-and-fish-are-not-that-interesting-to-look-at-to-take-the-risk-phobia.". Contemplating this today, I decided to compose a list of my more debilitating phobias, for your general entertainment. 

Here begins the list.

1-walking past the rattlesnake skin nailed to a board in my brother's room. I do not care that it has been dead for 20 years, it was once alive, it was taller then me, and there must be others like it. Plus, why do we even need a carcass on the wall?

2-getting in and out of bed in the dark. something (possibly gollum, or perhaps werewolf, but most likely "those of whom we do not speak") could be under my bed, waiting to grab my ankle. i have perfected the "leap from three feet away" method for after midnight.

3-rabbits. they are, after all, members of the rodent family. and no extra length of ear can take away from the twitching nose.

4-parking lot birds. have you ever looked in their beady little eyes?

5-roller coasters. because they might break. or go off the track, causing death and mass hysteria.

6-elevators. because they are scary.

7-that i might have to use math for legitimate reasons someday. because i have never fully comprehended it. because it is dumb.

I think that any truly rational person would agree, that these are all very rational fears.

Scanners are Fun!

Yesterday, I learned how to use our scanner. It was highly addicting, and i scanned about 80 pics. Here are a few. They are rather adorable, if I do say so myself.

Sammy and his angry cousins (oh yes, the early stages of MEN)

Brunch at the Westin. Quite the birthday party.

What we do best.

:)

Cypress Gardens. I love that place.

"No mankins, you can't play outside with your sisters. You can only stare wistfully at them from inside."

Daddy's boots :)

One bouncy seat. Two preemies.

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Boston, MA

 Last Tuesday, my class of three, as well as my mother and uncle, went on a trip to Boston. We had a lovely time, excepting the fact that it was very, very cold. And rainy. In May, we were wearing coats, scarves, and whatever else we could find :) On Monday, we went to Ft. Pulaski, with my mother and brothers. There we took the tour, explored the fort, and played hide and seek in the tunnels.

On Tuesday, our party left for the Jacksonville Airport at 8:00 in the morning, and got on the plane to Boston. Upon arriving there, we took the subway to the hotel, where we ate amazing pizza, swam in the heated pool and watched the NCIS season finale :)

We were all very tired :)

As we did pretty much everything on Wednesday, I will simply give a photo synopsis of the day. Because you would all be very, very bored by the blow by blow description. We had a lot of fun-but also a lot of education in the process :)

And because I don't know how to change this, we are starting at the end of the day.

In front of the Bell in Hand-where we ate dinner.

Posing with Samuel Adams

In front of the U.S.S. Constitution "Old Ironsides"

Anne Hutchinson's house

Riding the Democratic National Conventions donkey statue :)

With our tour guide, Joann, in front of the state house. with pennies.

Deke and me. We were cold.

Historic street

At the amazing Italian restaurant where we ate lunch

The enormous loaf of bread at the same place

 canolies and coffee, because we were cold. And Paul Revere.

National Treasure moment. Because we're just that cool.

Jen getting arrested at the Old North Church. Psych! Jen portraying Ian getting arrested at the Old North Church.

At the graves of Increase and Cotton Mather. "Deke! People are dead here!" -Jenn

Us, and Paul Revere's house

On the ferry to Old Ironsides

More ferry fun

Even more ferry fun!

Pirates of the Caribbean

The end of the freedom trail. This lowly brick line goes around all the major historic sites in Boston, ending only in the harbor. We still miss it :(

Actually, those photos were in no order, whatsoever.Deal with it.:)

 On Thursday, we dragged our suitcases all over Boston, visited the public garden, rode the carousel, and flew home. Here are some more pictures. Because who wants to read when you can look at pictures?

Jenn, on "the most noble steed"

Suitcases. And ducks.

 Oddly incredibly famous Bronze Ducks.

Deke, Irreverently sitting on the leader of the oddly incredibly famous bronze ducks.

Jenn, embracing her inner bronze duck

Everyone embracing their inner bronze duck!

Always a fount of wisdom...

I don't really have a good caption for this

follow Jenn's finger

At the carousel!!!!!!!!!! :D

Pretty much, it was a wonderful trip.