YEAH!

The new Pirates of the Carribean is out!!! My father and I went to go see it today. Boy, was it worth the wait!

Characters:
Will Turner: Still interesting, with a side of smart-aleck to him.

Elizabeth Swann: She’s a bit secretive this time around, but still sassy.

Tia Dalma: Your basic voodoo chick, but is something going on between her and Davy Jones?

Davy Jones: Man, I was sad when he died. He was one of the best characters!

Captain Jack Sparrow: His first scene is quite funny. But whatever happened to his hat? It was missing in a few scenes…

Then, of course, there is the old enemy from the second movie, Lord Beckett. His exit is pretty good, but I don’t really understand it.

The suspense in the movie is really good, and in a few scenes you’ve gotta wonder what the hey is going on. I can’t wait for it to come out on DVD!

For those of you going to see it, stay until the end of the credits because there is another scene. A short one, yes, but still…
Man, I really want to tell you all that happens, but I’d better not. Must…control…mouthfingers!

See the movie. You won’t be disappointed.

Ciao for now!

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Well, you’re WRONG! (No, I didn’t get to hurt anyone.)

Yesterday after Tae Kwon Do (I was still in uniform), my loving and wonderful mother took me to Jimmy John’s and sent me in by myself with ten dollars. I ordered my sandwich, and the guy behind the counter said, “Hey, can you do some crazy Tae Kwon Do thing outside so we can see it? I’ll give you a free cookie.”

I said, “Well, I don’t think I’d want to do it outside, but I can do it in here.” The cashier guy agreed, so I executed two kicks with appropriate yells. There were two men who were sitting at a booth, and when I kicked, they cheered. So, I got a delicious cookie. I was ready to leave, so I pushed the door open. But the guy behind the counter said, “Hold on, we’ll give you something else!”

I also received a $5 gift certificate, which was more than what I had spent! It was amazing. Who knew that you could gain something of monetary value with Tae Kwon Do lessons, other than saving money by not having to go the hospital if someone attacks you in the middle of a dark alley with no-one around. But why would you be walking down a dark–sorry, getting a little off-topic there.

Ciao for now!

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Judging by the title, you might have guessed what has happened. We have a new birdy in the household!

We are keeping the newbie for a few days to see if she (he? It’s only 8 months old, not old enough to tell what gender it is) and Birdy-wirdy are compatible.

The sad part of the story is: my friend (Angelina) called me up and said that another of my friends (Olivia) had a bird that had died, so they were going to give away their remaining bird because it never got any attention, and it had bonded with the late birdy. So my mom called Olivia’s mom, and last night I came home from Tae Kwon Do and walked into the living room. There was a white bird cage sitting next to the cage that Birdy-wirdy was in.

“Oh,” I said. “New bird cage?” I went closer. AACCKK!! An adorable yellow face was looking at me. The new parakeet has bright yellow and green plumage (can you hear my dad in the background saying “Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue. Lovely plumage!”) with black on it’s back and tail. Mom said it’s name is Chiquita, and Olivia’s family thought that it was a girl. But I think it might be a boy, because it’s cere (the area above its beak that’s pink for a girl and blue for a boy) has a little bit of blue.

And mom said no more pets!

Ciao for now!

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O.k, this is weird.

My parakeet is normally very feisty (feisty here meaning: Put fingers into her cage, don’t have fingers anymore.) But these past few weeks she’s been even nastier. Yesterday, I found the reason.

I was sitting on the front steps with my bird, and she was screaming at me, as usual. All of a sudden, she goes down to the bottom of her cage and starts tapping around under the shredded newspaper toy that we put into her cage. She lifted her head back up and dragged away some of the newspaper, as if to say, “Look what I did!” Lo and behold, an egg, sitting there so innocently!

I couldn’t catch my breath for a minute. It was tiny (although it looked too big to have come from her) and round and pinkish-white. I ran inside and grabbed the phone to call my best friend who owns 3 birds that she and her mom raised from eggs.

“Angelina!” I cried. “My bird laid an egg!” I proceeded to tell her what I had seen. (Note: My bird had not mated with any male birds.)

“Yeah, that sometimes happens. If a bird wants an egg badly enough, they can lay one, but it will be empty. She knows it’s empty, that’s why she isn’t sitting on it.”

I was freaking out. It’s so sad, though. It’s like someone called you up and said there had been a miscarriage. MD and I feel sorry for the poor bird, because her bottom is all red and swollen. So the reason that my bird is being even more nasty than usual is because she was guarding her egg (No, Kevin, I don’t want your bird extermination services).

Ciao for now!

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Years ago, on April 3rd, God gave a gift to my Grandma and Grandpa. That gift was my Dad.

Today’s my Daddy’s birthday (I won’t tell you how old he is, I’m not sure he would like that). I woke up to multiple tappings on my bedroom door. That was the Mall Diva telling me to get up so we could run downstairs and present the presents to Dad.

Mall Diva’s gifts:
Two video games (Justice League Heroes, Sonic Heroes)

My gifts:
A box of Mike and Ike’s
A box of Jolly Rancher Gummies (he’s into the fruity candy)

When he shook the wrapped box of Mike and Ike’s he shook it and said, “Hmmm… Good and Plenty’s?”

“No,” I said. “I hate Good and Plenty’s, so I would never buy you those for your birthday.” (I mean, what if he wanted to share?)

The Reverend Mother’s gift has not arrived yet. She ordered it yesterday (our family has a knack for ordering things for people and the item not arriving in time for the birthday/Christmas).

Here’s a poem for my Daddy:
Happy happy happy happy happy happy
happy happy happy happy happy happy
happy happy happy happy happy happy
happy happy happy happy happy Biiiiiiiirrrrrrthday!

Haiku:
Have a fun Birthday
I hope it brings you lots of
joy, Happy Birthday.
(Calling the Department of Redundancy Department!)

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O.K., this is going to be really short.

Does anyone remember that geography blog that Uncle Ben did about a week ago with the challenge to name all 50 states as quick as you can? He said that the smack-talking time to beat was 3 minutes and 26 seconds.

Well, I beat it. HOLLA!!!!

I did it in 3 minutes and 10 seconds!!!

That will be all.

Ciao for now.

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*Ahem*
I haven’t posted for awhile. I have almost nothing to post about, sooo… I know! I’ll post about dinner!

Tonight’s dinner was chicken and al dente rice (courtesy of Reverend Mother and Mall Diva. I helped, too — I was the Chicken Transportation). Mom had mixed some white rice and some brown rice together, then realized that brown rice cooks very s-l-o-w. Thus, “al dente.”

So there we were, sitting at our peninsula, munching away. (Oh, and just for all you smart-alecks out there who read my sister’s last post, just because I am assumed to speak the chicken language doesn’t mean that I don’t eat chicken.) After awhile, MD said, “You know, I don’t think that I like crunchy rice.”

“Yeah, me neither,” I said. “Is there any more?”

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It’s just not easy being me. Here’s the dealio:

Last weekend my parents had some golfing buddies over to play cards, and I got to play too! Somehow the talk turned to icky things that make me want to yell, “Go get a secret, secluded room!!!” I’ll just give you one line, and leave it to your imaginations: “Oooh! Is that Latex?” *Tiger Lilly sobbing in the backround.* Why me?

After that, the talk turned to celebrities. Mainly, how stupid it is that all the TV talks about is Anna Nicole Smith and Britney. Zzzz… I’m sorry, how stupid is it to talk about how stupid the TV is? I just don’t an attention span for that. To be fair, there was good stuff, too. We had Chocolate Turtle Cake! *Hallelujuah Angel chorus in the backround.*

Then, last Tuesday I had double Tae Kwon Do. The first class was the normal one: running, hitting, kicking, sparring, practicing forms. The second class was the Special Martial Arts Training Program (SMATP). No, that doesn’t describe the sound we often make, and it’s not ‘special’ as in mental, but special as in WEAPONS!!! (No, Kevin, not guns.)

There are only three people in the SMATP because the test to get in is really hard. But one of our people has not shown up for about 5 weeks. He has Bronchitis. ANYWAY, in the second class I practiced my sweet Boe Staff formation. Then I got to throw the other student. Who is 16. And is a black belt. But Master Yu decreed it, and it’s best not to upset Master Yu (sixth degree black belt and all that). There are actually a few techniques to throwing people, and most of them involve your shoulder. Somehow I strained my thigh muscles. We were training for the demonstration that we have to do at the promotion test next Saturday. Yep, that’s right, I’m on a Demo Team!

Ciao for now, peeps!

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