Wonder of wonders.

I accidentally washed my "dry clean only" skirt today. It seems okay. So I guess that means I win.

Robb should be super proud of me, I have been doing my laundry on such a regular basis.

Comme ci Comme ca

So yesterday this guy comes up to me as I am walking to class and starts talking to me in French. I had never seen him before. So we have a small conversation en Francais and he leaves. And I am left completely baffled as to how he knew that I know a little (un peu) French. A few minutes later I realize that I still have my textbook from my previous class in my hands. French, as it were. Mais bien sur.

Remember the raccoon?

That raccoon did damage. It did seem like a rather large raccoon, but as I don't spend a great amount of time in the company of raccoons I really couldn't say for sure.

One ring to rule them all

Sometimes my family likes to plan for what we will do when the EMP (electromagnetic pulse) strikes. And when I say "what will we do" I mean "How will we entertain ourselves?". As always, entertainment remains chief. Eyes on the prize. While everyone else is in a total panic we will be having a jolly old time playing charades and showing off phenomenal shadow puppets. Even better, the ultimate EMP production will be a reenactment. Of "Lords of the Rings", as it were. So the boys have been growing out their hair in hobbit preparation. Anyway. Things were getting a little shaggy, the tiniest bit unkempt, so Robbie and I bribed them with snow cones. One snow cone in exchange for their hair. And the privilege of removing it. Agreed.

(Robbie, brandishing the hair shaver thingy. Supposedly called "clippers")

(Short-haired hobbits with their devoted adopted brother and snow cone get-er)

Robbie did a stellar job of it, as always, and two people carrying eight snow cones was a genius plan. Also, I continue down the list of snow cone flavors. I am slightly worried as I am only on cream soda and there is only one month left of summer. Which means that I need to eat more snow cones.

Note: The whole EMP thing is just an ongoing joke. We are not really completely insane. Just mostly.

Holy hair dye, Batman.

So I let Robbie dye my hair this week. Admittedly, it was partly my idea, as well. I just love red hair. The results are somewhat shocking. This is slightly embarrassing considering my rant on perfection not three days ago.

Now that the initial shock of it all has passed I am almost beginning to like it. Despite the certain science fiction quality it has about it. Melissa told me that it reminds her of Jean Grey's Hair in "X-Men".

Which I am taking as a compliment as we are both huge geeks and love "X-Men".

Did you see that?

I love America. I love Idaho. So much. Here is a little of both. Please enjoy. Or hate. You are free to do either or anything in between.

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

There's a tree under your car.

Yesterday I spent twelve delightful hours in the company of Traci and Robb.

(Robb playing mud volleyball, this is where Traci and I get bored and act rashly)

Driving around with Traci and Robb can be so entertaining. Like the time Traci ran over a huge branch in Robb's car. Or the time where Traci and I played grand theft auto and stole Robb's car to take to "Smith's" and as we were driving to "Smith's" I say "Do you hear that?" and as we are driving away from "Smith's" Traci says "Do you hear something?" and then we both hear the guy from the fireworks stand say "There's a tree under your car...". Or the time where we decide to go to "Smith's" yet again, this time with Robb in tow, and Traci runs over these sort of log things separating Robb's driveway from his backyard and we are temporarily stuck. Or the time Robb left his cellular device on the hood of his car and we drove around all afternoon, never noticing until that night when he discovered it missing. It came out relatively unscathed, though.

(The log things we hit/ran over)

I forgot, unfortunately, to take a picture of the large branch or small tree, although, as all of this happened yesterday I believe that Robb just might still have it. And I only took a picture of where we found Robb's phone on my phone because my camera was inside. Truly sorry.

Like a little egg.

Today I took Clive for a walk. Actually it would be more correct to say that he took me for a walk. Oh, but he loves to walk, he loves to walk so much that when he sees his leash he goes berserk with excitement. One would almost think that he is a rabid beast who is trying to eat your face off, but no, he is just excited. Insanely excited. When "walking" Clive does this thing where he tries to run and ends up choking himself, cutting off his air supply. He is not deterred by the lack of air flowing to his lungs, oh no, this only encourages him to pull harder. It's like kind of like a game, Emily versus Clive, except for the parts that make a game fun. Anyway, the point of this story is to say that I got a sunburn while being walked by my dog because, for the first time in my life, I forgot to put on sunscreen. The sun fried me. We are not pals, the sun and I, not at all.

Point of personal privilege.

So today I got put in the naughty chair. In my government class. During our mock congress. Apparently I was out of order. These things seem to happen to me quite a bit, I mean, more than your average person.