The Learning Curve..

So, yesterday I experienced quite a few things and right now I'm experiencing a...thing.

Yesterday was our first Biology co-op. It was a learning experience in many different ways. Way number one..Caroline is a fan of looking at blood (preferably her own) under a microscope. So, yesterday we were going over the basics of using a microscope and, of course, to do that we had to look at a few things. We looked at some hair, some string, and some spit until, Caroline got the overwhelming urge to take a glance at some blood. She viciously began to attack her finger with a thumb tack, yes, a thumb tack. She must have stabbed at herself for the better part of 15 minutes and never saw a single drop of blood. In the meantime, the rest of us had already found our blood supply in little Caleb Jones, to whom we owe a great deal,  for participation in our learning endeavor. We didn't have to do any mutilating for Caleb's blood as he had a fresh supply proceeding from a recent cut. Thankfully, Carols eventually gave up on her self-infliction and settled for looking at Caleb's blood.

Way number two...the apples never fall far from the trees. I moved to Carolina a 9 year old, flirtatious, air head. And as such, I was teased by one and all for my "strong admiration" of the opposite gender..particularly by my now "mature" comrades. I never understood how my friends could be so good at teasing..you'd swear they were getting paid or something! But gradually, I have found the source of their expertise and it dwells in the hearts of their mothers! As of late, there has been talk of a homeschool girls volleyball team being formed for Rockingham County. I'm all for the idea, but volleyball hasn't been the sport of choice among my friends. Football. Football is where it's at for us. So, yesterday in Biology, I voiced my thoughts about them making a homeschool co-ed football team. I immediately received the "you crazy" look and quickly added that, of course, it would be two-hand-touch not tackle. Blood girl's ( Caroline's ;) mother, Mrs. Susan, quickly informed me that they'd have to tell me to stop tackling the boys...on my own team. Some people might not get this, but if you know me, you will. Of course, I was horrified that such a "laughable" comment just came out of my friend's mom's mouth, who might I add, is also my teacher! All I'm saying is, yesterday was Biology day # 1 and I have already been "put to shame"..only another 20-30 weeks of co-op to go. It was yesterday that I first realized...the apple never even fell from the tree!


Way number three.."Joshua just can't get a Honda!". My friend Joshua has had his license for almost 6 months now and has been faithfully (I think) saving his money for a car. His sister, Morgan, let some of us in on how that car search has been going and how Mrs. Shari, their madre, believes he should get a Honda. Ok. I just pressed the pause button. For this family, for these kids--Joshua, Morgan, and Caleb..trucks are where it's at. Forget your silly hybrids, and cars that last a lifetime 'cause that's just not what they're after. Back to the story. After Morgan told us about the Honda, I made sure to tell her that Hondas are known to last quite awhile with few, if any, problems. With a firm shake of the head, Morgan declared, "I'm not gonna let him get a Honda!". Not to be outdone by his big sister, Caleb chimed in with a look of utter dread, "I don't want him to get a Honda!". Moral of the story..Joshua, you just really can't get a Honda!

Way number four..watching Psych and eating tacos..pretty legit stuff. If you just asked yourself what Psych is..you don't know what you're missing! Seriously funny show! Anyways, I learned many "valuable" points from watching this show. First, unless you're part of the "Mystery Gang" on Scooby-Doo never, ever go outside, at night, in a storm, by yourself. I really don't care how brave you are..or how brave you THINK you are. Don't do it. Also, make sure, if you ever have need to hire somebody, that you make sure they're not total psycho paths. That really might be something you wanna check into. You can't play "Cowboys and Indians" you can only play "Cowboys".  And finally, four teenage girls can most definitely finish off most of a container of ice cream if they feel the need. ;)

That's a little taste of what I experienced yesterday..

Now for today..

My sister, Rachel, is 10 years old. She's in the stage of transitioning from minor girly annoyance to major girly annoyance. By 'annoyance', I mean stepping on a tube of lip gloss and having it run onto your freshly cleaned carpet or stepping on an earring and discovering a new place to have a piercing. It's great. Really. Recently, my sister has gotten into the whole 'fake nails' thing. For those of you who don't know, fake nails are little plastic nails with designs that you glue on top of you're real nail, which I guess, isn't adequate enough anymore? I have no idea. Anyway, Rachie got it into her head that since she had some fake nails that she couldn't use, that I should use them. Being the nice older sister that I am, I humored her and started putting them on, figuring that I'd take them off within a few hours...yeah, right. Needless to say, I just spent the last 45 minutes soaking my left hand in acetone (nail polish remover) and finally just yanked them off. While this little experience to add to a long list of other similar "try and fail" experiences is leaving my finger nails feeling a bit sore, it definitely improved my one-handed typing :P

Till later..