Not So Tomato

Today, I would like to question my ancestry. I believe I may be part tomato.

That would account for the extremely red-toned skin and perhaps the frequent blushing. In the span of one day (yes, just one day, folks) you can turn into a very vivid, monochromatic person on the red scale. This includes various tones of red, pink and white. You guessed it--I'm sunburned. Like none other.

The last time I was this sunburned was when I was eight-ish and was in Florida. White sand beaches may be beautiful, but for those of us who are unused to sun except in short little spouts every year for about three months, white sand beaches=horrible, pealing sunburn. Not to mention that the sand is like a giant reflector-field, let alone the blue-white sky and the shining water. Sitting on one of those beaches is like sitting in a tinfoil cone in an oven. There is no escaping the burn. Except for maybe a gallon of sunscreen, which is frankly very icky.

Enough of that. My dear cousin has gone home, and I am not at all disappointed with the amount of fun I had last week. And believe it or not, I didn't get sunburned until yesterday. Lucky me.

Anyway, that's all for now. Enjoy your sunny weather, wherever you may be. And enjoy the rain, too. It's going to storm today perhaps. I'm quite excited. It's been far too long since I danced in some serious puddles.

Not So Important

Dum dah dah dum dum dum duuuum. Hello again. It's been twelve days since my last post. Twelve. Yeah. So sorry about that. And, you know, this whole post could be made up of excuses about how busy I've been, how my dog sat on the computer for a week, how the server has been down, how I haven't had access to a computer, and on and on and on. But I won't, because it's not true, and I won't lie. So, in truth, I've been neglecting my blog. **Insert dramatic gasp here.**

Anyway. But guess who doesn't have to carry around some bogus aluminum pipes anymore? Mhmm, that's me! I actually took a two-mile walk yesterday. Unintentionally two miles, as my therapist told me not to do just that. (Sorry about that one. I just really needed to move my feet.) As it is, I still can't run, jump, dance or skippety, hoppity boo. But that's something I can live with for a bit.

My cousin Blackberry, who was mentioned briefly at the end of this post, is coming to stay with me for a week. We will fill the time with great memories, inside jokes, suntans and laughs. Hopefully. And if we don't, I'll be disappointed. But the reason for me sharing this is that I believe that I won't be writing again this week. Just a heads-up notice.

Also, one of the cutest movies ever (for all of you anime fans) is Ponyo. You can watch the trailer on YouTube here. Adorable, strange, and completely hilarious. If you have the same deranged sense of humor that I do.

Tah tah for now!

Yummalicious Piggalicious

Mmm, hi. I feel compelled to write something. So. Here goes.

Ummm. Well. So, my family on my mum's side is Serbian. From Serbia. If you don't know where that is, look it up. And anyway, they're very ethnic. So, for the Independence Day of America, they decided to roast an entire piggy. Yeah, you know. Pink, curly tail, weird-looking things that are known for playing in mud? Yup, those. A whole one. Not just like... pork chops or anything like that. The whole. Entire. Thing. Complete with teeth, beard, eyeballs and ears. Oh yes. (They did cut off the hooves and take out the innards.) On a stick. Over a fire. Yup. Cause that's just how cool we are over here in the north. gag cough cough

On a side note, sorry about how blurry this thing is. But hopefully it's pretty obvious what it's supposed to be.

Yeah. Anyways. I'm surprised I actually ate any, after watching it's eyes ooze out and it turn slowly more and more crispy. Ugh. I shudder to think of it. Although, it was very good meat. Despite the fact that it was enough to turn me vegetarian. Not that I am. Just that I thought about it. And, being the brilliant one that I am, I asked my lovely uncle how he could tell when it was done cooking. His reply? "Well, you see, it's bones start popping out of the skin." You can bet that I cleared out fairly promptly after that remark.

Well, it was very fun, that 4th of July. If you ever want an eventful holiday, come stay with me. It's bound to be quite different. Yeah. So. . . I'm done. Happy piggy eating.

Oh, and P.S. I think I ought to win an award for seeing the most deranged things cooked and served as food. Yeah. There's something seriously sad about that.