Sisters, Not Twins Though…

This past Easter Weekend my family came to Ottawa.

This was nice, as it meant that I wouldn’t have to make the treacherous journey myself to Toronto.

There was a great deal of walking (not as much as one would think though), we went to the Museum of Civilization (GO THERE! Especially if you have kids. Not specifically kid-oriented, but a lot of things for them to touch, look at, all that stuff), ordered too much food on more than one occasion, and, among other things, they helped me start packing up.

Some may be reading this, checking the date, wondering why I am packing up now rather than later, closer to when the actual school term ends, and I’m going to have to say it’s because there’ll be less crap to pack up at the end of the year this way.

Three bins of stuff, a couple of boxes, a shelving unit that they brought down part way through the school year, and some other things, and my room is much sparser, but likely will be much easier to pack up in May.

See? I’m not just crazy here.

The packing was done on Sunday, with much cleaning and failed organization on my part (and cleaning on the family’s part, I admit), and at one point, nearing the end of the moving-stuff-to-car phase, Mom and I were in my room, and Lexy was in the kitchen…

I heard the Yeti, my only female roommate come in and say “Hi!” to Lexy.

In my mind, this was a normal thing. The Yeti is being friendly. Ok.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, and said Hi myself.

“WHOA!”

The Yeti had apparently thought that my sister was me. I at first thought that her startled yell was over the bins in the kitchen… but no. It was the startlement of saying Hi to someone, getting a response, and then having the person you thought you just said Hi to come into the room. And say Hi back again.

I still giggle over it… I think I take too much pleasure in people mistaking me for Lexy and Lexy for me, and us for twins…

we really aren’t.

There is more than a one year gap between Lexy’s and my own age. More than 3, in fact.

So it’s funny that I look that old, and Lexy looks that young, and we look that much like each other despite such a gap…

And we sound pretty much the same as well.

I mentioned that I probably take too much pleasure in us being mistaken for each other?

That extends to the phone.

So it is totally understandable that the Yeti thought my sister was me, and despite me having some colour in my hair, and Lexy’s hair being shorter than my own…

To show, here are two pictures of My sister and I side by side

Lexy: Left & Me: Right

This is over last summer, taken at Grundy Park (where I worked).

Me: Left & Lexy: Right

This is a slightly more recent picture, before I got colour in my hair.

So yeah, entirely understandable…

But still makes me giggle.

Another highlight of this weekend was Blueberry pie.

We had some…

and I have the leftovers ๐Ÿ˜€

Pie is delicious.

Hope you all had a wonderful Easter!

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Easter Disbelief

I don’t know how it is for other families, but mine never seemed to try to convince me about the Easter Bunny.

I believed in Santa Clause, yes, but the parents seemed to try with that one, and succeeded, but trying to convince me that the Easter bunny was real…

The baskets with chocolate happened, appearing in the living room in the morning, but I remember finding the stash of chocolate to go into those baskets before.

Easter was a belief that walked hand in hand with the Tooth Fairy.

I would, when I lost a tooth, go up to Mom or Dad and present them with the tooth so that they could make sure that the money would happen.

If it was from them giving it to a fairy, I didn’t much care, but I wanted the money so I could either put it in my piggy bank or so I could buy pixie sticks or something.

I’m fairly certain that when hiding the plastic eggs that they had filled with chocolate, it was more for the game or it.

It wasn’t like having a number of gifts labeled “From Santa”, no, it was more like a way to earn the chocolate that would be split between me and my sisters, and then rationed throughout the next month to last.

It was a chance for Mom and Dad to sit back and have us search in ‘turns’ for an egg, yet another holiday that meant we were barred from the living room, it was a holiday that was sort of like Halloween except that you got the day off school and you didn’t have to walk for candy.

It was magical, for sure, and it still is now even when it’s going on about whose ‘turn’ it is to be the Easter Bunny in the house.

That meant that you were the one who went to Bulk Barn for the loot.

Quite possibly it was the overused picture of the cartoonized bunny hiding eggs in a field that made belief impossible. Our eggs were hidden in our living room. I never found eggs outside.

But, my rambling about a holiday with a magical being in it that we weren’t forced/cajoled into believing in aside, I want to know if anyone else had this?

Did anyone else joke like you’re actually 20 years older than your 7 year old self about the Easter Bunny having come?

Do you (if you’re a parent) try your best to feed this belief that a rabbit deposits chocolate for you once a year?

Just me being curious.

Oh, and Happy Easter ๐Ÿ˜€

P.S. Lexy, I think we have bunny ears from an old Halloween costume somewhere...

Video Vendredi – Beanie Baby Hunger Games

Check out the Sticker to the right to see more Video Vendredi’s

In honor of The Hunger Games that I missed watching when it came out due to a project I barely finished on time…

It made me smile… Also made me feel an intense need to buy beanie babies…

Cheers!

Also, for all who want to know what this is about, Video Vendredi is for interesting videos that you find during the week, or have suggested to you, or things that you find interesting. Things you thought were particularly well done. That sort of thing. Feel free to do it yourself!

Video Vendredi – The Music Box

Third Video Vendredi!

I’m going to have to retract what I said in the first, Lexy has Wordless Wednesdays, yes, but so do a number of people apparently.

I still like Video Vendredi though.

Perhaps I shall also do a Musical Monday, or some other alliteration to some other day of the week. Or month.

I don’t know…

Suggested to me by a friend, here is “The music Box”

Hope you enjoy ๐Ÿ˜€

Question for you: What genre of music would you want to have played to your actions?

Google Verb! A Meme.

Okay, I have been going on a somewhat Vlogbrothers Marathon in between studying (which is why it’s somewhat), and I came across THIS VIDEO. All Links will open in a new window.

The idea is something that Ive sort of done before, but this time instead of answering questions about yourself using your iPod/whatever music player you use (see what I mean HERE), this uses Google.

Yes, the sometimes broken fountain of information… It will tel you things about yourself ๐Ÿ˜€

The idea (for those of you who are unwilling or unable to watch this less than 4 minute video) is that you put in YOUR NAME (not the words, just your actual name) and a VERB.

The questions to ask Google are:

Q: Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search.

Q: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search.

Q: Type in “[your name] says” in Google search.

Q: Type in “[your name] wants” in Google search.

Q:Type in “[your name] does” in Google search.

Q: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search.

Q: Type in “[your name] asks” in Google search.

Q: Type in “[your name] likes ” in Google search.

Q: Type in “[your name] eats ” in Google search.

Q: Type in “[your name] wears ” in Google search.

Q: Type in “[your name] was arrested for” in Google Search.

Q: Type in “[your name] loves” in Google Search.

Because I don’t particularly want to put my name up on the internet, I’m going to do two parts to this. They will be one question right after another, but I will be putting two answers down. Bold will be Doodle. Doodled93 only goes to link with my username. Will still say full username on this though. Regular will be my name. Now let’s get to it.

Doodled93 needs to share buttons.ย No. They are mine.ย 

I need sleep. Yeah, no really. But I think i’ve been getting better at sticking to my sleeping shedule

Doodled93 looks like the poodles transformed into pandas.ย I’m an extremely smart dog with a somewhat bad grooming rep who ย changed into an animal that is so dedicated to eating something that it can’t digest properly that it developed a fatty thumb-like protuberance so that it could eat it easier. Lexy, try and figure that one out ๐Ÿ˜€

I look like I’m praying.ย Lots of Mr. Darcy and D’Arcy names here, mostly male references. I am not male. I am also not religious. Meh.

Doodled93 says Happy Holidays. Cheerful.

I say no shake-up needed.ย Can Anyone explain that to me?

Doodled93 wants you to buy this 100 yen shit from China. There was also wants you to try Google plus.. I’m not, really, actually trying to market things.

I want to be friends on Facebook. Sure. I guess. Look me up as ‘Doodled Fiction’ I guess. Made it for ffn.net

Doodled93 does frequently asked questions. I frequently ASK questions… I wonder how many people have asked the same then?

I do it again. … Okay.

Doodled93 hates water. This was a cat video. I’m rather fine with water, and bathing, and swimming actually. When i’s frozen it’s a lot of fun ๐Ÿ˜€

I hate my life this week. Not exactly cheerful, but it IS midterm week. Close enough.

Doodled93 asks you to solve puzzles.ย Mostly just talk about my own though.

I ask to Marry you. This is commonly all together with “That awkward moment when Mr. {my name} asks to marry you”

Doodled93 likes small spaces.ย Um, okay?ย 

I like everything. Apparently I do not discriminate.ย 

Doodled93 eats UK work time. Another option was dinner ๐Ÿ˜€ I wonder how many people in the UK read this and go “hm… not really”

I eat food. Fascinating.

Doodled93 wears a dress.ย Lexy is laughing now. I don’t wear dresses that often, and it was hardly four years ago that I had convinced people that I would never wear dresses. I once convinced a girl in my class that I was allergic to the colour pink.

I wear clothing designed by Arianne Phillips. Important? Not really to me.ย 

Doodled93 was arrested for doodling on school desk.ย Can this actually happen? Yes, apparently. Schools should have gotten a hint from ‘my’ name.ย 

I was arrested for Horsing around. Really? Frig…

Doodled93 loves to dance. O_O Really. I have no sense of coordination when it comes to dancing. I love to dance in my mind, where no one can see.

I love to paint! Ok, awesome ๐Ÿ˜› Much more realistic than dancing ๐Ÿ˜€

And that is it.

What does Google have to say about you?

I Miss My Dog

Because he is my dog. MINE.

Lexy may have first claim over him, because, you know, she bought him, she pays for his food, she goes on most walks with him (MORNING walks, even when it’s crap out)… all that stuff matters not.

Because he is also MY dog.

I miss him.

Of course I miss my family too, but there is something about the family animal that sort of sticks with you.

I want to crouch down and have him sit down between my knees for a cuddle.

Or, possibly, walk up to me and turn around in his ever so classy “Here is my bum” with implied “Scratch it” pose.

I want to see him do an all around stretch, starting with downward facing dog and moving on to cobra before finishing with a funny face and a shake. If this shake produces little fluffs of fur in the air, that is fine.


Hugs from my family are awesome, but giving a hug to my dog is an overall fluffier experience.

Recently, as broadcasted by my sister HERE, it was my birthday ๐Ÿ˜€

Very exciting, yes, and one of my friends gave me a particular gift.

She gave me a stuffed dog…

This looks nothing like my dog, so that’s not the point of this, but I have been very stressed lately, and it is the kind of stuffed animal that has been stuffed to fair solidness, and so it is a wonderful stress-hug-thing to hug, because it doesn’t feel like hugging a towel.

I do like squishy stuffed animals, by the way, but when you need a hug and you need it to feel solid…

Well.

I just really miss having Gwynn around.

Currently the only thing that’s living with me (roommates don’t count, it’s more like they’re living next to me) is my aloe plant, something I begged off of family because I needed SOMETHING around.

It’s grown some since I got it.

I think I should name it as well...

But because I’m happy that I’m able to get some stress off by squeezing the air from the stuffing of my dog (currently nameless, but a boy for his manly image), I’m going to post some pictures.

Manly pattern means manly dog... And his eyes and nose are so soft!

If you have a name suggestion for my dear, manly pooch, I’d love to hear it!

I love my new poochie, but I still Miss Gwynn

Thank you!

P.S. Lexy, please send me family and dog pictures. I see you in a week or so, but I would like them regardless.

I miss you all! Give puppy a rub down for me!

Did I Do It In My Sleep?

I am very confused. I haven’t really looked at my phone for a while (not really since I woke up, and that was looking for the snooze area of the screen), and I just realized something…

My background is different.

I do not understand this…

Especially since it is in the same style as my other backdrop (what it was before), and it requires the pressing of a good numbe of buttons to change things.

I will explain.

I downloaded a free app by Apofiss. Link to his/her deviantart page

It means that I can choose from a number of his/her artworks for my background, and it’s adorable.

What I had before was this

 

What I have now is this

I know that they are both cute…. but I don’t remember changing anything.

At all.

And to change the settings, you must press and hold the screen on my smartphone, choose live wallpapers, scroll down to the app and choose it, and then hit settings (on screen), and then scroll to the picture that you want.

It’s something that you would remember, correct?

And I don’t.

Now, I occasionally have sleeping problems.

And I don’t ONLY mean that I have trouble sleeping.

I talk in my sleep.

I walk in my sleep.

Occasionally I do other odd things in my sleep.

While I don’t remember doing such things myself, I have had a number of conversations with Lexy about how I shouted/conversed in my sleep.

She has told me of one night when I shouted out something about giving me my cup back.

Last time I was home, she and I and the rest of the family had a laugh about the fact that she woke up to me talking about something, and when she tried to tell me that she was sleeping, and couldn’t this wait until the morning? I snapped back “SHUT UP!” before falling silent myself.

One summer when Lexy was working in a park, whether this was her Ranger year or the following year I don’t remember, but the family went up to visit and stay in the park/neighboring park, and the place we were at was more of a lodge than a campsite, with a building with one larger bed and one bunk bed.

Emma and I had the bunk bed, and I managed to gain the top. The parents got the large bed.

This is important to the story. This isn’t just me lording to the internet blogging community that so and so many years ago, I won the top bunk from my sister.

But Mom told me one morning that I had slept walked… and then slept smacked her to wakefulness.

I had (according to her) crawled down the ladder, blankets trailing after me, walked across the little room to the large bed, and started patting down (read: smacking) that side of teh bed–the side she was on–muttering to myself that Emma had said that it was there, why would she say it was there, but she said it was there.

She told me to go back to bed when she realized what had happened, and I climbed back into the bunk and went back to non-walkin-or-talking sleep.

At rangers (ranger camp for 17 year olds, check it out), it was theorized that I was sleep walking, as I always had dirt in my bed no matter how careful I was of brushing all dirt from myself, and pretty much proven when one of the girls who slept in the room right by one of the doors saw me standing by the door, just ‘looking’ out the window.

It was later proven again when my roommate herself was bugged by me getting up, turning on the light, sitting on my bed for a bit, and then going to the bathroom and back before turning off the light and going back to bed. All without responding to her.

Always fun, but part of me thinks that perhaps I was just tired. Awake, aware, grumpy, but tired.

So I know that I have weird sleeping habits/patterns/whatever you want to call them, I’m just wondering if now I have gained some sort of sleeping technological understanding, and a wish for white fluffy kittens.

I don’t know.

I don’t even know why I’m really posting this, other than to show just how baffled I am at this… would you call it a turn of events? My last two posts were about disruptions in sleep…

I guess this is also to share with Lexy that weird sleeping habits are not restricted to Toronto or the woods… And now I’ve apparently (possibly?) upgraded to understanding how my phone works even in sleep.

Thoughts?

*Bonus* I also had this one up for a while

*edit* It could also be a glitch in the app. Just a possibility. Didn’t want to rule that one out.