A new way to ruin the day.

My aunt visited for a week. It was enough. Not for me, for her. It was her last day visiting. She took me to Uno's Pizzeria. The waitress came up and asked us what we would like to drink. I looked at my aunt questionably, she nodded her head. After her approval, I ordered an Orange soda, and she ordered an Iced tea. The waitress came with our drinks, we got in a very involved conversation about the brain and the heart. Which just happened to be what I was studying in science that week. Soon the waitress came to take our orders.My aunt ordered a personal deep dish pizza. I then ordered a regular deep dish pizza with mushrooms. After the waitress had left, I informed my aunt that if I didn't bring some home for Maria, she would get upset. I was shocked at how well that excuse had worked. She looked at me and then told me..

"You know what? You are one neat kid. You are just so special!"

"Thank you." I responded smugly as I tried not to laugh.

We then got back into our conversations about the heart and brain. I got excited again, and spilled my soda all over my aunt. This was a month ago, and I am still laughing about it. The look on her face was priceless! A touch of confusion, a bit of question, and a lot of realization that the soda was going to spill right on her. I laughed hysterically while I apologized and helped to mop it up. She looked at me with a face of disapproval and smirked. That just made me laugh more.

Later in the car, after I had a great time teasing my aunt that it looked like she went in her pants, and enjoying delicious pizza, my aunt challenged me to say I was sorry without cracking up. I accepted the challenge, and told her I was sorry that I spilled soda all over her, and it made look like she went in her pants. It took me about 3 minutes to get it out through fits of giggles. This repeated about 10 times before I could say while grinning, and occasional giggles. Finally, after 5 more minutes, I could say it with a straight face, I was very proud of myself. Then my aunt told me that it didn't count because my lips were quivering the whole time. Epic fail.

Spill, Rinse, Repeat......

One of my aunt's favorite stories to tell me took place when I was about 5 or 6, and I was addicted to icy's. My aunt had taken me to Penn State, where she teaches. She was talking with one of her colleagues while I was intently sipping my icy. I was wearing a beautiful new white fluffy dress. And this is how she tells it.

"I took you to my work, and I was talking to one of my colleagues. You were just a little doll. You had on this white dress, and you were sipping your blue raspberry icy. Well, as I was talking, I here this barley audible pitiful 'Aunt Nancy?' and I look down, and there you are with your big blue eyes looking up at me, brimmed with tears. You had spilled the icy all over the front of your dress. I took you to the bathroom and cleaned it off. But I was still afraid that it would stain. I hurried you home and took the dress off of you and put it in the wash."

Once again, Aunt Nancy saves the day.

We might seem strange at first...

We just ate out at Olive Garden. What an experience. First, Maria and I had a competition to see who could get the most cheese on their pizza. Later Mother was looking at Maria. Maria looked back at her and said..

"Don't look at me like that!"

"Like what?"

"Like you are right now!"

"Well how is that?"

"You always look at me like that when you are thinking how pretty I am."

"Wow! How did you know that I was thinking that?!"

"Ugh. Mother...."

Me, being extremely jealous of my sister rapped my arm around my adorable older sister's shoulder, and continued to wrap it around her face. I then smiled and tried to get my mother's attention. Strangely, the only person that told me to stop was my Grandmother...

Later on we were going home and Maria was driving. It seemed that the only thing that my mother could say was...

"Who can hit you, who can hit you???!!!"

After she said this about five times I took the liberty of asking my sister...

"How are how are you you doing doing?"

My sisters response?

"Yep, that's pretty much how she talks!"

Later on in the car, my mother and grandmother were looking at different glazes for the kitchen cabinets in a magazine. A pretty catchy song came on that apparently caught my mother's attention. She started to dance in her seat. My grandmother did not notice because she was still looking at the magazine. She started to ask my mother a question and looked up, she stopped in mid sentence. She looked pretty shocked. What scared me was that the only way my mom could think of to dance in her seat, was to jiggle her arms, and bounce up and down.

What color are YOUR eyes?

One of my Grandmothers favorite baby stories is when I was walking around telling people what color eyes they had.

"Your eyes are brown, and yours are green, and yours are blue!"

When I got to my sister, I announced that her eyes where also brown. Apparently she was not happy about this, and insisted that her eyes where hazel. When my Aunt asked me what color my eyes where, I paused for a minute, and then answered...

"Blue!"

"Right!" My Aunt replied.

I was very proud of myself for defeating that trick, or at least what I thought was a trick. Finally my Grandfather came up and asked me what color his eyes were. I stared at them long and hard, thinking.

Well, they're not really blue, and they're not really that grey... I know what color they are!

Innocently I looked up at my Grandpa and answered..

"Your eyes are the color of old!"

Music, Music, and more Music!

Today I had music lessons. To put it in short, my music teacher scares me. Apparently I was not putting enough energy into the piece. He walked behind me and held the bow with me - helping me push it. He sent my bow surging off of the strings, and onto the bridge. He continued to saw at the strings. He told me that I needed to put that amount of energy into it. I tried. It still was not good enough. He took my violin from me, and just played the E string - which just happens to be the highest, and most shrill. As he was playing it, he danced around the room smiling and laughing. All the sudden he stopped. He asked me if I would excuse him for one second. I graciously agreed, happy for the break. As he was talking on the phone the main things that came up were - him teaching another student, teaching a music majors class at a high school, and a recital that he was planning. Wow....

Youth Group

Youth Group is changing. At the youth group I go to, normally we sit in a circle, and do our devotion books. But every first Wednesday, we do a project. So far our projects have been - Going to a retirement home to paint peoples nails, making posters for canned food donations, and going shopping for needy people. But this week it was different. We played a human game of cranium. Our first assignment was to make the word "SPRING" on the floor with our bodies. I helped to make the G. Oh Yeah! Other examples of what we had to do are - make the word "MOM" with out bodies, act out American Idol, act out Phillies, Flyers, Eagles, and 76'ers. I still don't know how the guys got it... we also had to sing as many songs as we could think of with the word "LOVE" in it, and others with a girls name in it. My favorite was trying to make a two story pyramid. When it was my turn to run up and get my assignment, I was in shock. I had to get my team to say "Amazing Grace" by drawling it like pictionary. Sadly, no one got it. But the last question was the grand finally. We had to make a human knot. Needless to say, that was a bit awkward. We all got in a small circle, and stuck our hands in front of us. We then grabbed random hands. then some of us tried to duck under the circle. I was the only successful one to get all the way under. After the third try, we all gave up. And that is my crazy Wednesday.

Grandma's Make-up

I have been known for trying to do my families make-up. (My aunt, Mother, and Grandmother)

Every time i have tried, it always got messed up. One time I was doing my Aunt's eye liner, telling her...

"Don't move!"

She did more then move. She sneezed. Needless to say, that she did not look very nice by the time i was through with her. I tried to do her make-up again a few years later. It was actually looking pretty good! All I had left to do was the eye shadow (this time i had chosen not to do eye liner). I snapped closed the blush container, and announced that i was almost finished. I could swear that I heard a sigh of relief come out of my victim. I rummaged around in my Aunt's make-up container, trying to find some eye shadow. At last, success! I had found what i was looking for, it was a very nice set, and name brand. It was a nice variety of shades. Purples, browns, pinks, silver, and a shimmer black. I didn't even take the time to consider the other colors, I went right for the black. I was nervous that i would mess up the wonderful job i had done. My aim was to put it on her eyelids. But I did way better then that! Not only did I put it on her eyelids, but I also managed to get it on her shirt, and cheek. I sighed and ran to the bathroom for a wet tissue. I tried to clean it off of her cheek, but only succeeded in making a black smear. Once her eyelids were fully covered in black, up to her eyebrows, and all hope had drained out of me, I declared defeat, and told my Aunt she could look. I wish you could have been there.

Just today i did my Grandmother's make-up. For once I was happy with the results. And it was also the first time she kept it on. She showed it to my mother, and my mother said..

"wow! that actually looks pretty good!"

Sadly that reminded me of the picture we have of her when she got her makeover from one of us. She had her hair in 4 pigtails, lip liner about an inch from her lips in all directions, and dark green eye shadow. I wonder if i had anything to do with that...