Bow hunting

Today we went bow hunting. In total we caught a bear, a lion, and a rabbit...... I wish! We drove to Fred Osters shop. He is the man that looks at instruments on the Antique Road Show. I looked, and played 32 bows for an hour and a half. I played more than 32 scales, played a section of a song at least 30 times, and played the section of another song at least 30 times. I picked 2 bows. I was hard work, and I was very glad when it was over. Yesterday we went to a lady's shop, and looked at 9 bows. I picked the black one. It responded well, and had a nice sound. It was also the one that they lady that owns the store was going to buy. She said that if I wanted it, I could have it. I feel bad, my mother is very proud of me for having such good taste at a cheap price ($300). The other bows are around $700.. I don't think it's that cheap..... When we got home, I played them all, and liked the black one allot. One of them from Fred's store was fat, heavy and quiet. The other is fine, but it can get a little hard to control on the REALLY fast parts. My mother made me play them with my eyes closed, and pick the one I liked the most. The first two times I said that I hated the fat one, and loved my old bow. What can I say? I have been playing with it for over a year... Tomorrow I am going to my violin teachers house to play them for him, and to see what he thinks. We are going to meet him in the afternoon at his house in Philly. He told me to bring my swimming suit, because he got a swimming pool, and that I am welcome to come over and swim any time, as long as I want, any time of the day... Some ones excited! I wonder if he know that we have a swimming pool.. I will let you know what he thinks!!!

FUN!!!!!!!!!

We have spent the last few weeks tearing out the downstairs carpeting and hardwood, and the entire kitchen (the men did that). Now the installation has begun. The workers are coming in, as a result I have lost all privacy, and have been very bored, in the way, and tired. They come any were from 6:30 am to 1:00 pm, and the latest they have stayed is 5:30. Why am I tired you may ask? Because for the past two weeks I have been woken up by the sound of drills, rotary saws, circular saws, electric and held saws, and the most popular: a NAIL GUN!!!! I swear those things sound like gun shots!! So, as a result, I have been doing everything in my power to hasten the results. Such as...

1. Playing the Piano very loud every time they stop working to listen to the climax of the basket ball/baseball/football game on the radio station. 2. STOP playing the piano really loud when I hear the electrician yelling to each other from the kitchen to the basement. 3. Watch them while they work, to make them nervous and hurry them up. (this is yet to happen)... The results? Our kitchen should be finished in about to weeks!!! Ahhh, the hard wood of your labors..

Just My Same Old Theories..

I was going to tell you about my crazy weekend, and I wrote a really long post about it, and saved it.... BUT IT GOT DELETED!!! I have come to the conclusion that there are computer fairies, and computer devils. Our house seems to be completely inhabited with computer devils. My theory is that I had this perfectly awesome post all ready to be published neatly tucked away in a file, waiting for my mother to look it over and give it the o.k. But! Alas!! The computer devil got jealous and forked it away with his fiery pitch fork to be tortured in his fiery furnace. My point? Make sure that you get a computer that is inhabited with computer fairies. How do you tell? Just ask the sales clerk. If he makes a weird face, it is STUFFED with computer fairies. If he chuckles, and says yes, it is full of fire fairies (AKA COMPUTER DEVILS)!!

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!"